<?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-32918259</id><updated>2011-12-27T22:17:19.660-08:00</updated><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Disneyland'/><title type='text'>Jason, Amy &amp; Kamryn</title><subtitle type='html'>Making each day count!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451779510460930983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh4.google.com/jjllriley/Ry7IBniHzdI/AAAAAAAAARA/0Ysf93kV7uk/DSC00829.JPG?imgmax=800'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>183</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-1506834703962782246</id><published>2009-01-04T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:57:37.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Locations!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay everyone, since I was dumb and decided to give my blog a web address that didn't capture future additions to our family, we have changed our address to rileyruckus.blogspot.com.  Sorry for any inconvenience.  Going forward there should be no reason for us to change our web address.  Love to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-1506834703962782246?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/1506834703962782246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=1506834703962782246&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/1506834703962782246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/1506834703962782246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2009/01/changing-locations.html' title='Changing Locations!!!'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451779510460930983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh4.google.com/jjllriley/Ry7IBniHzdI/AAAAAAAAARA/0Ysf93kV7uk/DSC00829.JPG?imgmax=800'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-1156292719281025990</id><published>2008-12-31T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:35:19.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild, Wild West!</title><content type='html'>Jason and I were invited to celebrate our friend, Jenn Broderick's, 30th Birthday a couple weeks ago. This wasn't any normal, run of the mill birthday party, however. This was a Mystery Dinner Party and the theme was a Poker Tournament held in the good 'ole Wild West. So Jason and I were assigned to play certain characters and it was asked that you get dressed up. So, we did along with everyone else who came to the party and a great time was had by all. The food was delicious and the company was fun, even if we were discussing a murder (Jason was the victim).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thanks to the Hartmans and Tyson who hosted the party! We had such an awesome time, and thanks to Karissa for watching Kamryn for us that night! We are blessed with such rad friends. (I've really been into that word lately).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Jason a fake cigar....I think he enjoyed it too much. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SVvWPJp0FII/AAAAAAAABMs/vfy31mDbrus/s1600-h/DSC02582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SVvWPJp0FII/AAAAAAAABMs/vfy31mDbrus/s320/DSC02582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286054143427089538" 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;&lt;br /&gt;The Sheriff with the businessman (who ended up dead).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SVvWPv5rnUI/AAAAAAAABM8/O8uHEWht1Ls/s1600-h/DSC02585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SVvWPv5rnUI/AAAAAAAABM8/O8uHEWht1Ls/s320/DSC02585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286054153694190914" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday girl with her bartender husband, Tyson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SVvWPSnOtKI/AAAAAAAABM0/5b3SVIuwRm0/s1600-h/DSC02583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SVvWPSnOtKI/AAAAAAAABM0/5b3SVIuwRm0/s320/DSC02583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286054145832170658" 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;An outlaw with his woman....who used to be someone else's woman, etc.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SVvWQatplPI/AAAAAAAABNE/x-fPw_Gk6pc/s1600-h/DSC02586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SVvWQatplPI/AAAAAAAABNE/x-fPw_Gk6pc/s320/DSC02586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286054165186450674" 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;The hosts of the party who let us use their home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SVvWQlYmvbI/AAAAAAAABNM/pHM4anqqNVo/s1600-h/DSC02587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SVvWQlYmvbI/AAAAAAAABNM/pHM4anqqNVo/s320/DSC02587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286054168050974130" 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/32918259-1156292719281025990?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/1156292719281025990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=1156292719281025990&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/1156292719281025990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/1156292719281025990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/12/wild-wild-west.html' title='Wild, Wild West!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SVvWPJp0FII/AAAAAAAABMs/vfy31mDbrus/s72-c/DSC02582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-6121662461178295127</id><published>2008-12-30T12:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:52:10.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking the perfect Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SVqJSBHkD2I/AAAAAAAABMk/8ReSJqPBnk0/s1600-h/DSC02574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SVqJSBHkD2I/AAAAAAAABMk/8ReSJqPBnk0/s320/DSC02574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285688055303507810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every year, Jason and I debate about whether we should get a fake tree or get us another real tree and so far, the real tree has one out every time.  I'm assuming it will keep winning each year until maybe we're older and the kids are gone from the house....we have a ways to go with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just can't get enough of that fresh pine scent and the fun we have going to a lot and picking out the "perfect tree."  Kamryn enjoys it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SVqJRa-FLuI/AAAAAAAABMc/mmVPwn64JY0/s1600-h/DSC02573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SVqJRa-FLuI/AAAAAAAABMc/mmVPwn64JY0/s320/DSC02573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285688045063188194" 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/32918259-6121662461178295127?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/6121662461178295127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=6121662461178295127&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6121662461178295127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6121662461178295127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/12/picking-perfect-tree.html' title='Picking the perfect Tree'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SVqJSBHkD2I/AAAAAAAABMk/8ReSJqPBnk0/s72-c/DSC02574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-4408956326861968816</id><published>2008-12-29T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:37:21.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zee greatest zinger in da world!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SVkMni0XRDI/AAAAAAAABMU/7wrNrZ-FHas/s1600-h/DSC02568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SVkMni0XRDI/AAAAAAAABMU/7wrNrZ-FHas/s320/DSC02568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285269511196853298" 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;Thanks to my husband Jason (and a little guilt tripping by his wife) I was able to attend the Celine Dion concert the first week of December.  This has been a dream of mine for a long time.  I always thought that I would see her concert in Vegas but time flew by and that never happened.  So, when I found out she was going on tour I knew it had to be now and never.  So, it was now!  Of course, Jason is not the hugest Celine Dion fan which is understandable considering her music is mostly love ballads and such so I was able to take a friend with me.  Karissa had recently taken me to see "Wicked" so I thought I would return the favor.  She is a huge Celine Dion fan like myself so we had a great time together!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SVkMnPiZ_AI/AAAAAAAABMM/VZOIFAF5UNQ/s1600-h/DSC02565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SVkMnPiZ_AI/AAAAAAAABMM/VZOIFAF5UNQ/s320/DSC02565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285269506021260290" 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;Here is a video of her singing her new hit, "Taking Chances,"  just in case anyone cares to listen to one of the greatest singing voices of our time.  :-)  Enjoy!  Oh, and please forgive the video movement.  I couldn't help but move with the beat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5fcb9cbc103727e4" 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://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5fcb9cbc103727e4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330457095%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EA9318C9F4857838363B0EE9C4548655BD89FEE.27AC6A70CD54586098AAC4518FE25C250006A38B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5fcb9cbc103727e4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFlsdOf75cXLfDTywulcMt3yZ3L8&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://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5fcb9cbc103727e4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330457095%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EA9318C9F4857838363B0EE9C4548655BD89FEE.27AC6A70CD54586098AAC4518FE25C250006A38B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5fcb9cbc103727e4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFlsdOf75cXLfDTywulcMt3yZ3L8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-4408956326861968816?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5fcb9cbc103727e4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4408956326861968816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=4408956326861968816&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/4408956326861968816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/4408956326861968816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/12/zee-greatest-zinger-in-da-world.html' title='Zee greatest zinger in da world!!!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SVkMni0XRDI/AAAAAAAABMU/7wrNrZ-FHas/s72-c/DSC02568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-5208120468652058820</id><published>2008-12-16T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:46:37.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>I figured most of you were tired of looking at ultrasound pictures being that most of them look more like an alien than a baby. So, I'm finally gettin' around to posting some Thanksgiving pictures. We spent it in Arizona with my brother Jeremy and his family, my brother Aaron and his wife Whitney, and my Mom. We had such a fantastic time. I am blessed with sister in laws who can really cook. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wonderful hosts!  Thanks Jeremy and Mary for hosting such a wonderful weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SUg8bHGoYSI/AAAAAAAABL0/7ZVNo9ke390/s1600-h/DSC02540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SUg8bHGoYSI/AAAAAAAABL0/7ZVNo9ke390/s320/DSC02540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280536999552901410" 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;Aaron and Whitney intently working on baking a scrumptious Apple Pie.  Seriously, one of the best I've ever had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SUg8ax31BoI/AAAAAAAABLs/7ky-8oka250/s1600-h/DSC02534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SUg8ax31BoI/AAAAAAAABLs/7ky-8oka250/s320/DSC02534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280536993853671042" 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;Some of us gathered at the beautifully decorated table.  Such good eats too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SUg8bjU1hiI/AAAAAAAABL8/4Wsgv0vZ8CY/s1600-h/DSC02546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SUg8bjU1hiI/AAAAAAAABL8/4Wsgv0vZ8CY/s320/DSC02546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280537007128675874" 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;Kamryn has slept through her past two Thanksgivings.  She pretty much slept through this one also but was able to join us right at the end.  Of course, she wouldn't try anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SUg8b6d8yCI/AAAAAAAABME/JsAcGmqr74g/s1600-h/DSC02549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SUg8b6d8yCI/AAAAAAAABME/JsAcGmqr74g/s320/DSC02549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280537013340915746" 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/32918259-5208120468652058820?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5208120468652058820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=5208120468652058820&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5208120468652058820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5208120468652058820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/12/thankful-for-thanksgiving.html' title='Thankful for Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SUg8bHGoYSI/AAAAAAAABL0/7ZVNo9ke390/s72-c/DSC02540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-6514255225163455074</id><published>2008-12-10T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:10:04.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SUC5uTgo1hI/AAAAAAAABK0/p5zuuHg7l7c/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SUC5uTgo1hI/AAAAAAAABK0/p5zuuHg7l7c/s320/scan0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278422968440509970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SUC5uRvEzjI/AAAAAAAABKs/mSqqetA8tDs/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SUC5uRvEzjI/AAAAAAAABKs/mSqqetA8tDs/s320/scan0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278422967964192306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SUC5uMwUDJI/AAAAAAAABKk/cYfapCBzMzA/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SUC5uMwUDJI/AAAAAAAABKk/cYfapCBzMzA/s320/scan0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278422966627208338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SUC5tzJCnOI/AAAAAAAABKc/VYi9WMXPzvI/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SUC5tzJCnOI/AAAAAAAABKc/VYi9WMXPzvI/s320/scan0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278422959751601378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SUC5tbl0o7I/AAAAAAAABKU/jNzt3sN3Uo0/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SUC5tbl0o7I/AAAAAAAABKU/jNzt3sN3Uo0/s320/scan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278422953429869490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-6514255225163455074?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/6514255225163455074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=6514255225163455074&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6514255225163455074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6514255225163455074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/12/its.html' title='It&apos;s a .....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SUC5uTgo1hI/AAAAAAAABK0/p5zuuHg7l7c/s72-c/scan0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-2865372666701723532</id><published>2008-12-07T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:25:31.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What almost was, but wasn't</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://blip.tv/play/Ad+YFoGjVA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="504" height="357" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is Kamryn all puppy-like about a week or so before Halloween.  Don't be fooled, as I believe Amy explained, this did not happen on Halloween.  What a fight she put up, and, yes, she was the victor, Amy and I, the losers.  Anyway, for your viewing pleasure, here is evidence that Kamryn was fully prepared to be a puppy for Halloween, and that I, Jason, called it.  Glad we kept the tag on and were able to take it back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-2865372666701723532?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/2865372666701723532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=2865372666701723532&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/2865372666701723532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/2865372666701723532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-almost-was-but-wasnt.html' title='What almost was, but wasn&apos;t'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451779510460930983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh4.google.com/jjllriley/Ry7IBniHzdI/AAAAAAAAARA/0Ysf93kV7uk/DSC00829.JPG?imgmax=800'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-7691334716683052920</id><published>2008-12-04T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:23:05.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overview of October</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SThJRWtmDkI/AAAAAAAABKI/EmV8vaD-9V0/s1600-h/DSC02478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SThJRWtmDkI/AAAAAAAABKI/EmV8vaD-9V0/s320/DSC02478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276047525967957570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I never thought I would be one of those people who was always trying to play catch up on their blogs.  I liked that I was never more than a week behind on the blog.  But this pregnancy has thrown me for a loop and I can't seem to catch back up.  I'm 18 weeks and still feel sick so either I'm having a boy (because I was done being sick by now with Kamryn) or I'm having another girl who loves to play mean tricks on me.  I'll find out next Tuesday so I'll keep you all posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, being that I was feeling crappy in October, I didn't take a lot of pictures when I was able to get out of the house so I figured I could do the month of October in one post.  That'll catch me up quicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RILEY'S FARM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did take our traditional trip to Rileys Farm to pick out our pumpkins.  We went with our friends, the Hartmans and the Silagyis.  Here are some pictures of some of the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SThHYdzXVTI/AAAAAAAABJo/VmE8mSh0mJQ/s1600-h/DSC02446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SThHYdzXVTI/AAAAAAAABJo/VmE8mSh0mJQ/s320/DSC02446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276045449107035442" 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;Colin and Kamryn walking together, holding hands.  Seriously Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SThHYDFy43I/AAAAAAAABJg/1TxOqa6EYI8/s1600-h/DSC02445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SThHYDFy43I/AAAAAAAABJg/1TxOqa6EYI8/s320/DSC02445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276045441936581490" 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;HANGIN' WITH FRIENDS AT DON JOSE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SThHYx1pVVI/AAAAAAAABJw/W78qIirZNtk/s1600-h/DSC02450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SThHYx1pVVI/AAAAAAAABJw/W78qIirZNtk/s320/DSC02450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276045454485312850" 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;MY BROTHER, HUSBAND, and BROTHER IN LAW.....MODELS FOR OLD NAVY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SThHZA1uA7I/AAAAAAAABJ4/3LceBLV3O7M/s1600-h/DSC02458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SThHZA1uA7I/AAAAAAAABJ4/3LceBLV3O7M/s320/DSC02458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276045458512151474" 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;PUMPKIN CARVING TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SThHZXJ69rI/AAAAAAAABKA/MaGJOWhnhj0/s1600-h/DSC02459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SThHZXJ69rI/AAAAAAAABKA/MaGJOWhnhj0/s320/DSC02459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276045464502466226" 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;You may be wondering where her costume pictures are....she's 2.  Wonder no more.  Her? Wear a costume?  However, when Jason gets back from San Diego I'll have him post the video we have of her in her puppy costume...she only wore it at home for us once and never again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-7691334716683052920?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/7691334716683052920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=7691334716683052920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/7691334716683052920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/7691334716683052920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/12/overview-of-october.html' title='Overview of October'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SThJRWtmDkI/AAAAAAAABKI/EmV8vaD-9V0/s72-c/DSC02478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-6577153771416767005</id><published>2008-11-24T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:10:59.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LA County Fair</title><content type='html'>Yes, it was soo long ago, but I still want to record it for journalistic integrity. It did happen and I have pictures to prove it. That was the first week of my long journey through pregnancy sickness. We had received free tickets from our wonderful friends and even though I felt like crap, I was determined to not let those tickets go to waste. I didn't want to deprive my family of a fun evening out either. So, we went and really had a great time. We enjoyed walking around, watching the mini parade, going to see all the animals and enjoying a funnel cake to end the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SSslZrUNsvI/AAAAAAAABJI/ko4N47tuP3c/s1600-h/DSC02438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SSslZrUNsvI/AAAAAAAABJI/ko4N47tuP3c/s320/DSC02438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272348911821763314" 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;I always wanted to be a chicken.  (Anyone ever see "Return to Oz")  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SSslZ1SXN7I/AAAAAAAABJQ/TZyrsWLy1mw/s1600-h/DSC02441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SSslZ1SXN7I/AAAAAAAABJQ/TZyrsWLy1mw/s320/DSC02441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272348914498353074" 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;Our very last stop was to visit ZOLTAR!!  We even forked over our precious quarters (laundry money) to get our fortune told by this wise piece of almost real-like machinery.  Was it worth it?  I'm still asking myself that question.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SSslagUYWZI/AAAAAAAABJY/VJqSyz9nzvo/s1600-h/DSC02443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SSslagUYWZI/AAAAAAAABJY/VJqSyz9nzvo/s320/DSC02443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272348926049540498" 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/32918259-6577153771416767005?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/6577153771416767005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=6577153771416767005&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6577153771416767005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6577153771416767005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/11/la-county-fair.html' title='LA County Fair'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SSslZrUNsvI/AAAAAAAABJI/ko4N47tuP3c/s72-c/DSC02438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-5260196421880930544</id><published>2008-11-18T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:18:06.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-living my 30th!</title><content type='html'>Now that I'm feeling a tad bit better,  I thought I'd slowly start catching up on the last couple of months events.  The first beginning with my 30th birthday celebrations.  My wonderful husband planned two surprise events:  one with friends from my ward and the other with some family at Claim Jumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome to have some of my good friends around to celebrate my special day.  Thanks Teresa, for letting us party at your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SSHuhqA4QfI/AAAAAAAABIY/54XKNCekokI/s1600-h/DSC02427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SSHuhqA4QfI/AAAAAAAABIY/54XKNCekokI/s320/DSC02427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269755300981260786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SSHuguLDKRI/AAAAAAAABIA/RCqLJczrIno/s1600-h/DSC02401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SSHuguLDKRI/AAAAAAAABIA/RCqLJczrIno/s320/DSC02401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269755284917790994" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SSL2VU-rbVI/AAAAAAAABJA/qIj-tavKtVM/s1600-h/DSC02399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SSL2VU-rbVI/AAAAAAAABJA/qIj-tavKtVM/s320/DSC02399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270045360246189394" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SSL1ndy0kBI/AAAAAAAABI4/0zafGzbbEqU/s1600-h/DSC02400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SSL1ndy0kBI/AAAAAAAABI4/0zafGzbbEqU/s320/DSC02400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270044572338393106" 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;Thanks Karissa for making such fabulous cupcakes and taking the time to decorate them all so wonderfully.  If you guys look closely, you'll see a Disney cupcake, a music cupcake, a "Wicked" cupcake, and a Lakers and Angels cupcake!  She knows all my favorite things!  It was awesome.  Thanks Jason for getting my friends together, buying everyone pizza and making this such a special night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SSHug56xfAI/AAAAAAAABII/xhfsdHTM1Qg/s1600-h/DSC02402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SSHug56xfAI/AAAAAAAABII/xhfsdHTM1Qg/s320/DSC02402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269755288070749186" 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;And thanks to my family for also celebrating with me.   A special thanks goes out to Aaron and Whitney, who took time out of their day at Disneyland to celebrate with me.  That meant a lot guys!  Love you all and thanks to everyone who made my birthday rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SSHuh139GZI/AAAAAAAABIg/ogALp2_3i50/s1600-h/DSC02429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SSHuh139GZI/AAAAAAAABIg/ogALp2_3i50/s320/DSC02429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269755304165054866" 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/32918259-5260196421880930544?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5260196421880930544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=5260196421880930544&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5260196421880930544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5260196421880930544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/11/re-living-my-30th.html' title='Re-living my 30th!'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451779510460930983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh4.google.com/jjllriley/Ry7IBniHzdI/AAAAAAAAARA/0Ysf93kV7uk/DSC00829.JPG?imgmax=800'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SSHuhqA4QfI/AAAAAAAABIY/54XKNCekokI/s72-c/DSC02427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-2548195156177966545</id><published>2008-11-05T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:59:17.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's just get it out there!</title><content type='html'>So, since most everyone knows now I'll just get it out there so then everyone really knows and so that everyone understands why I hate blogging right now.  I'm pregnant....about 14 weeks pregnant and I heard the strong heartbeat last week. :-) I'm also sick.  SOOOOOOOO grateful to be pregnant after a year of trying and I wouldn't trade being sick for anything if it means I get to have another child.  However, this blogging thing is really the last thing on my agenda.  It's all I can do to just sit here and type this right now.  I'm hoping that the sickness will end soon and my enthusiasm for my old way of life will return.  I'm sure Jason and Kamryn are hoping to get their wife and Mommy back. &lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, my due date is May 6th and I'll find out what I am having in about 5-6 weeks so I'll be sure to let everyone know.  I do promise to catch up eventually with events in our lives but it will come slowly.  Unless Jason becomes more of a blogging enthusiast and he takes over (but he is already doing more than he usually does around here so that may not happen).  I should be getting over this sickness hump soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-2548195156177966545?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/2548195156177966545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=2548195156177966545&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/2548195156177966545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/2548195156177966545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-just-get-it-out-there.html' title='Let&apos;s just get it out there!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-6306833409151099217</id><published>2008-10-27T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:10:22.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, you're sick of the cookie monster huh???</title><content type='html'>Well, quite frankly, I'm sick of the entry too....So many things have happened since then....like me turning 30, going to the LA County Fair, picking pumpkins at the Riley Farm Pumpkin Patch and other such events.   And being the avid blogger that I once was, it seems unusual to many of you that it has taken me sooooo long to post anything new.  Right?  I guess it's just a phase....that will end shortly.  Just let me take one more week off and then I promise you will get so many new entries you will be sick of looking at my blog.  We are taking a little vacation this week that I'm trying to get ready for.  After we get back from that, I PROMISE to get to being the dedicated blogger I once was.  Until then....go outside!  Especially if you live in California.  It's a great day to go to the beach (yes, even in October).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-6306833409151099217?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/6306833409151099217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=6306833409151099217&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6306833409151099217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6306833409151099217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-youre-sick-of-cookie-monster-huh.html' title='So, you&apos;re sick of the cookie monster huh???'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-4452664132668529108</id><published>2008-09-12T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:08:59.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Monster!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SMroYPOjYJI/AAAAAAAAA2M/vPsxtp3rLTo/s1600-h/DSC02346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SMroYPOjYJI/AAAAAAAAA2M/vPsxtp3rLTo/s320/DSC02346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245260219128438930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SMroY5I9YqI/AAAAAAAAA2U/IKgQl9b0Nk0/s1600-h/DSC02347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SMroY5I9YqI/AAAAAAAAA2U/IKgQl9b0Nk0/s320/DSC02347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245260230379266722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you leave a bag of cookies in your purse.  Kamryn knows that Mommy tends to put snacks in her purse, so whenever I leave a bag lying around she goes through it to see what goodies she can find.  Well, I can't keep tabs on her at all times at home and I forget that I have snacks in my bag.  So, when she walked out with this cute face, I couldn't get mad.  My bad for leaving the cookies in such an accesible spot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-4452664132668529108?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4452664132668529108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=4452664132668529108&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/4452664132668529108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/4452664132668529108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/09/cookie-monster.html' title='Cookie Monster!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SMroYPOjYJI/AAAAAAAAA2M/vPsxtp3rLTo/s72-c/DSC02346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-5910125427208735904</id><published>2008-08-29T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T20:19:44.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring out the Rally Monkey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SLi7rhuHpdI/AAAAAAAAA2E/kzfVs_oAT6M/s1600-h/rmonkey1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SLi7rhuHpdI/AAAAAAAAA2E/kzfVs_oAT6M/s320/rmonkey1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240144522906150354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, our little family headed out to attend an Angels Game. I'm trying to make it a point that we attend at least one Angels game each season...I guess I would like it to become a tradition of sorts. Anyhow, Jason and I were a bit nervous about bringing Kamryn to a game. The last time we went, Kamryn was a year old and was pretty content to sit on our lap and look around. Plus, she didn't talk quite as much. So, we worried this night would be challenging...but I'm happy to report that she did great. And she was enthralled with all that was going on around her.  I mean, just look at this happy face!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SLidT7yZeYI/AAAAAAAAA1k/YNXATiqiKaw/s1600-h/DSC02334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SLidT7yZeYI/AAAAAAAAA1k/YNXATiqiKaw/s320/DSC02334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240111132237724034" 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;Kamryn is clinging to Jason in this picture.  They let off some fireworks in the beginning of the game and obviously, the noise doesn't thrill her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SLidUOBZxRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/wyxEg9QZIhU/s1600-h/DSC02335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SLidUOBZxRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/wyxEg9QZIhU/s320/DSC02335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240111137132496146" 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;Kamryn got really happy by the end of the night when they brought out the RALLY MONKEY!!!  She loved seeing the monkey on the big screen and watching everyone wave their own rally monkeys.  She kept saying "Go Monkey!"  (We had her saying "Go Angels" earlier, so she improvised).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SLidUem_k0I/AAAAAAAAA10/pJgJH9KQENA/s1600-h/DSC02337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SLidUem_k0I/AAAAAAAAA10/pJgJH9KQENA/s320/DSC02337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240111141585130306" 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;Jason and I just enjoying a night out with our family.  Oh, and we enjoyed watching the Angels come back from a 3 run deficit in the eighth inning to win the game, 7-5.  GO ANGELS!  (and go rally monkey....he works like a charm every time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SLidUjdlymI/AAAAAAAAA18/O8fMvium_F4/s1600-h/DSC02338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SLidUjdlymI/AAAAAAAAA18/O8fMvium_F4/s320/DSC02338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240111142887869026" 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/32918259-5910125427208735904?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5910125427208735904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=5910125427208735904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5910125427208735904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5910125427208735904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/08/bring-out-rally-monkey.html' title='Bring out the Rally Monkey!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SLi7rhuHpdI/AAAAAAAAA2E/kzfVs_oAT6M/s72-c/rmonkey1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-4017928652768977309</id><published>2008-08-25T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:49:08.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two reasons why I loved the Olympics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SLLiUzvg3xI/AAAAAAAAA1c/raVR-MExmHc/s1600-h/vball24c_550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SLLiUzvg3xI/AAAAAAAAA1c/raVR-MExmHc/s320/vball24c_550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238498163700064018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SLLhyfRRjQI/AAAAAAAAA1U/ePK1RwZ-Vj0/s1600-h/kobe+bryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SLLhyfRRjQI/AAAAAAAAA1U/ePK1RwZ-Vj0/s320/kobe+bryan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238497574088969474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It couldn't have ended any better!  Go Team USA!!!  You make me proud to be an American.  Until 2012 then.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-4017928652768977309?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4017928652768977309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=4017928652768977309&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/4017928652768977309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/4017928652768977309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-reasons-why-i-loved-olympics.html' title='Two reasons why I loved the Olympics!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SLLiUzvg3xI/AAAAAAAAA1c/raVR-MExmHc/s72-c/vball24c_550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-5943892558953039647</id><published>2008-08-19T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:01:29.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finger lickin' good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SKsIYbI0ipI/AAAAAAAAA1E/pxjawSDsgyU/s1600-h/AaronMcCargo_star_e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SKsIYbI0ipI/AAAAAAAAA1E/pxjawSDsgyU/s320/AaronMcCargo_star_e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236288207442971282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Aaron McCargo, Jr. of BIG DADDY'S HOUSE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm far from being a great cook.  Probably far from being a good cook.  However, last night I somehow turned into, at least, a great cook for one night.  I'm a big fan of the show, "The Next Food Network star" and the winner now has a show called "Big Daddy's House."  He makes some yummy food and makes it look easy.  I have watched many a Food Network Chef make fried chicken, but I never once was inspired to try it myself until Big Daddy.  He made it look easy.  He didn't need his own deep fryer or a special oil thermometer.  No, he just used a big frying pan and the back of a wooden spoon to tell the temperature and voila, fried chicken.  So, I tried it and if I don't mind myself saying, it really was finger lickin' good.  I attempted to take a picture, but my camera is suspiciously dead (kamryn) and sadly, I don't know how to charge it...or at least, I have no idea which cord, out of the 5 million we have, charge it.   So you just have to trust me and Jason when we say it was good.  (The chicken looked pretty similar to this but without all the pretty green stuff on the plate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SKsKMie_ASI/AAAAAAAAA1M/7f8whuRNiHU/s1600-h/deep-fried-chicken_%7Eu13326081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SKsKMie_ASI/AAAAAAAAA1M/7f8whuRNiHU/s320/deep-fried-chicken_%7Eu13326081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236290202279805218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks Big Daddy...for making me feel like a great cook for at least one night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-5943892558953039647?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5943892558953039647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=5943892558953039647&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5943892558953039647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5943892558953039647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/08/finger-lickin-good.html' title='Finger lickin&apos; good!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SKsIYbI0ipI/AAAAAAAAA1E/pxjawSDsgyU/s72-c/AaronMcCargo_star_e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-5616560363176069897</id><published>2008-08-16T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:03:46.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Three Favorite Things of the Week!</title><content type='html'>1. Swimming- We have gone swimming quite a bit the last couple weeks. This week we went swimming two days in a row and Kamryn has made improvements. She's gone from clinging to Mommy and Daddy in the pool to now hanging out in a special "Fish flotation device" that she borrowed from our friends, the Livingstons. Now we just need to get her to try putting her head in the water and we're on our way to the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SKevZj3VBfI/AAAAAAAAA0U/byjHjvDonTY/s1600-h/DSC02281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SKevZj3VBfI/AAAAAAAAA0U/byjHjvDonTY/s320/DSC02281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235345945500386802" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SKevZ8uTM1I/AAAAAAAAA0c/gKIuZUoJ5cM/s1600-h/DSC02283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SKevZ8uTM1I/AAAAAAAAA0c/gKIuZUoJ5cM/s320/DSC02283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235345952173405010" 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;Just taking a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SKevaGXNp2I/AAAAAAAAA0k/_9m-ojMVQpc/s1600-h/DSC02286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SKevaGXNp2I/AAAAAAAAA0k/_9m-ojMVQpc/s320/DSC02286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235345954760927074" 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;2.  Build-A-Bear-  I have been wanting to go to this store for many years now, but always felt silly going for myself being a twenty-something adult.  But thanks to Karissa and her son, Blake, turning two, we got to go to a Build-A-Bear Party with a bunch of our friends.  This store is awesome and we had a great time with everyone and seeing how excited Kamryn was to build a...puppy.  I hoped she might choose a bear (since she already has lots of puppies) but it wasn't to be.  I can't believe how many outfits they have to choose for these stuffed animals.  We tried to convince Kamryn that her puppy, named "Trusty" (greatest cartoon dog in movie history) should wear an "Anaheim Angels" outfit, but she refused to let puppy wear anything. So, we got her a stroller instead.  !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SKevaZ3KiaI/AAAAAAAAA0s/Z4S1KVPYILw/s1600-h/DSC02295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SKevaZ3KiaI/AAAAAAAAA0s/Z4S1KVPYILw/s320/DSC02295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235345959995214242" 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;Her favorite thing was the "condo."  She loved it so much she had to hold it in her car seat...and fell asleep with it basically on top of her.  These are the moments I love!  Happy Birthday Blake and thanks for the awesome party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SKevavEtAjI/AAAAAAAAA00/vkYd5AN0iKU/s1600-h/DSC02313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SKevavEtAjI/AAAAAAAAA00/vkYd5AN0iKU/s320/DSC02313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235345965689143858" 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;3. Michael Phelps-  Usually, I'm someone who likes to root for the underdog.  I'm not one for those who dominate a sport and leave no room for others to thrive (ie....Tiger Woods, Tiger Woods and Tiger Woods).  Okay, so obviously I'm not a big fan of Tiger Woods.  Something about him rubs me the wrong way and yes, him winning the US Open was pretty amazing with a hurt knee and all (so dramatic) but I was rooting for Rocco to win his first major at over 40  years old.  I like to see other athletes get a chance to be great.   I make the exception with Michael Phelps.  I enjoy seeing him crush the competition one race at a time.  I love watching him make history.  Reason I like him and not Tiger???  Hard to say, but it seems that Phelps is friendlier, a little goofy and he wears a little less.  Go Michael!  Way to get the 8 golds!  Tiger Woods has nothing on you!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SKe8QZc_lOI/AAAAAAAAA08/qor0B85SPAg/s1600-h/phelps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SKe8QZc_lOI/AAAAAAAAA08/qor0B85SPAg/s320/phelps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235360081737913570" 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/32918259-5616560363176069897?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5616560363176069897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=5616560363176069897&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5616560363176069897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5616560363176069897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-three-favorite-things-of-week.html' title='My Three Favorite Things of the Week!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SKevZj3VBfI/AAAAAAAAA0U/byjHjvDonTY/s72-c/DSC02281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-6636678995627386290</id><published>2008-08-11T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:28:34.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August Happenings</title><content type='html'>So far, August has been a good month.  There was the Concert in the Park, where our friends, the Hartmans, joined us.  We had a great time and the music was awesome.  "The Answer" never disappoints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SKCYoEa9oBI/AAAAAAAAAz0/C9JW_dp7gA8/s1600-h/DSC02272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SKCYoEa9oBI/AAAAAAAAAz0/C9JW_dp7gA8/s320/DSC02272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233350581153538066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamryn is struggling to stay put for a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SKCYosuKXYI/AAAAAAAAAz8/QOpAWl94xak/s1600-h/DSC02274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SKCYosuKXYI/AAAAAAAAAz8/QOpAWl94xak/s320/DSC02274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233350591971483010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Kamryn to the park last week, and she actually requested to get off the swing to go play on other toys.  That's a rare happening for my little girl.  Of course, she ended up right back on the swings to end the little excursion but at least she made some improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SKCYo5-ovTI/AAAAAAAAA0E/Y3nu6ioE-0M/s1600-h/DSC02276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SKCYo5-ovTI/AAAAAAAAA0E/Y3nu6ioE-0M/s320/DSC02276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233350595530243378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Jason and I waiting for Ron and Karissa.  They were nice enough to invite us to go to The House of Blues to go see a U2 Tribute Band called "Under a Blood Red Sky."  The band was awesome and I was extremely impressed.  We wished we could have stayed longer, but they had an opening band, who did Pearl Jam covers, play for an hour and then a half hour break.  So the U2 band didn't even get up there until 9:30.  So, we could only stay for the first hour, where they played a bunch of songs from "War" and some other oldies.  Our friends, the Livingstons, were letting Kamryn crash in their kids room while we were gone so we needed to get back.  If anything, this concert just made me all the more determined that when the time comes, I will be at the next U2 concert no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SKCYpt6CXJI/AAAAAAAAA0M/ZxpTFnz1ijQ/s1600-h/DSC02277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SKCYpt6CXJI/AAAAAAAAA0M/ZxpTFnz1ijQ/s320/DSC02277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233350609469594770" 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/32918259-6636678995627386290?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/6636678995627386290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=6636678995627386290&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6636678995627386290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6636678995627386290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-happenings.html' title='August Happenings'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SKCYoEa9oBI/AAAAAAAAAz0/C9JW_dp7gA8/s72-c/DSC02272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-7623491996037009467</id><published>2008-08-07T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T12:58:00.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen's Baby Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SJtS22ctm7I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/c130-MyYUAI/s1600-h/DSC02225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SJtS22ctm7I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/c130-MyYUAI/s320/DSC02225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231866494403320754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though this happened a few weeks ago now, I still wanted to post the pictures we took.  These aren't great shots of baby Owen, but I posted them anyway.  It was nice that my brother was able to bless Owen at my sister's house.  It was a very special moment for both my family and Mary's family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SJtS3BhmMSI/AAAAAAAAAzg/i30gOJA_arA/s1600-h/DSC02224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SJtS3BhmMSI/AAAAAAAAAzg/i30gOJA_arA/s320/DSC02224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231866497376596258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SJtS3LzdN_I/AAAAAAAAAzY/sjUvD2Rlp2A/s1600-h/DSC02228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SJtS3LzdN_I/AAAAAAAAAzY/sjUvD2Rlp2A/s320/DSC02228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231866500135860210" 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/32918259-7623491996037009467?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/7623491996037009467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=7623491996037009467&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/7623491996037009467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/7623491996037009467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/08/owens-baby-blessing.html' title='Owen&apos;s Baby Blessing'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SJtS22ctm7I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/c130-MyYUAI/s72-c/DSC02225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-2472925462586728805</id><published>2008-08-03T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T16:51:10.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those who can...come join us tomorrow night!</title><content type='html'>Our little family plans on going to the Concert in the Park in Claremont tomorrow night to listen to "The Answer." They are a great classic rock band and are one of the most popular bands to come see at these concerts. So I'm inviting anyone to come join us.  It really is a good time to hang out, chat, and listen to good music.  Hope to see some familiar faces tomorrow night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SJZEDXRQ31I/AAAAAAAAAzI/zrhGqS87b34/s1600-h/DSC02249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SJZEDXRQ31I/AAAAAAAAAzI/zrhGqS87b34/s320/DSC02249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230442841814130514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SJZEDOUj6CI/AAAAAAAAAzA/RNqBKM7m18k/s1600-h/DSC02246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SJZEDOUj6CI/AAAAAAAAAzA/RNqBKM7m18k/s320/DSC02246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230442839412041762" 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/32918259-2472925462586728805?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/2472925462586728805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=2472925462586728805&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/2472925462586728805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/2472925462586728805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/08/those-who-cancome-join-us-tomorrow.html' title='Those who can...come join us tomorrow night!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SJZEDXRQ31I/AAAAAAAAAzI/zrhGqS87b34/s72-c/DSC02249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-8923895474980039276</id><published>2008-08-01T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T12:13:31.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My own little Picasso</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-35cd87607fc5dd6c" 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://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D35cd87607fc5dd6c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330457095%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C4B79CC0D8C40940B80F85A2C777111CEB12B2C.1D67D2A7A9338AB6D588C884D3588C76F332A205%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D35cd87607fc5dd6c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6IQ4rKJexzvwrI3rKmRs6bKnW9I&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://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D35cd87607fc5dd6c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330457095%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C4B79CC0D8C40940B80F85A2C777111CEB12B2C.1D67D2A7A9338AB6D588C884D3588C76F332A205%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D35cd87607fc5dd6c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6IQ4rKJexzvwrI3rKmRs6bKnW9I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Here is Kamryn's first time water painting.  Very exciting. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-8923895474980039276?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=35cd87607fc5dd6c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/8923895474980039276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=8923895474980039276&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/8923895474980039276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/8923895474980039276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-is-kamryns-first-time-water.html' title='My own little Picasso'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-1128083350078537910</id><published>2008-07-30T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:08:25.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoyin' the Ride!</title><content type='html'>So, I'm thinking that since everyone else in Southern California blogged about their earthquake experience, I might as well throw mine in for good measure.  Kamryn and I were enjoying a tasty lunch with our friend Karissa at a fabulous hole-in-the-wall mexican place called Patty's.  Then the earthquake hits.  At first, there was that loud rumbling noise and then came the swaying.  Usually,  whenever I've been in an earthquake before, the earth feels like its jolting and shaking.  But yesterday, I felt like I was swaying.  So, everyone in the restaurant just stood in place and looked around as we all swayed with the earth.  There was one young girl in there who screamed and then cried for a long time afterward, poor girl.  My friend Karissa is not a California native, so she hasn't been through one quite so intense so she was shaken up.  And don't get me wrong, my heart was pounding...but I wasn't quite as freaked out as I have been known to get when one hits.  I think it actually helped that it was during the day and that I was in public and not alone.  I was so calm, that I didn't even grab Kamryn in a panic like I think I normally would have done.  She just sat on the chair next to me and we both enjoyed the ride.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to all of my dear friends who haven't lived in California that long... Welcome!  Let's just hope we've all moved before the dreaded "Big One" hits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-1128083350078537910?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/1128083350078537910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=1128083350078537910&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/1128083350078537910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/1128083350078537910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/07/enjoyin-ride.html' title='Enjoyin&apos; the Ride!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-3083643463034832669</id><published>2008-07-29T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T15:28:19.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't my Mother beautiful??</title><content type='html'>My Mom was in town during the family reunion and Kamryn's birthday celebration a couple weeks ago and I just wanted to share a couple of pictures I took of her.  Kamryn loves her Grandma and loves spending time with her.  So, I'm excited to get whatever time I can with my Mom to hang out, visit and for her to continue to develop a close relationship with Kamryn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SI-XqhWxmDI/AAAAAAAAAy4/oFDsmTAqOjs/s1600-h/DSC02164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SI-XqhWxmDI/AAAAAAAAAy4/oFDsmTAqOjs/s320/DSC02164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228564449164630066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she was here, we also stopped and visited the grave site of my Dad.  He passed away 7 years ago.  I miss him terribly and it hurts to know that Kamryn will grow up never being able to meet her Grandpa Johnson, but she will know that her Grandpa was a great man.  I'll make sure of that.  How grateful I am to know that I will get to see my Dad again and that after this life, Kamryn will get to meet her Grandpa face to face and give him a hug.  I hope I'm there when that happens. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SI-Xp9ZsaII/AAAAAAAAAyw/WOrppFX2cCU/s1600-h/DSC02162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SI-Xp9ZsaII/AAAAAAAAAyw/WOrppFX2cCU/s320/DSC02162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228564439513196674" 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/32918259-3083643463034832669?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/3083643463034832669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=3083643463034832669&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/3083643463034832669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/3083643463034832669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/07/isnt-my-mother-beautiful.html' title='Isn&apos;t my Mother beautiful??'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SI-XqhWxmDI/AAAAAAAAAy4/oFDsmTAqOjs/s72-c/DSC02164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-8540409774988111647</id><published>2008-07-27T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T20:40:36.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishin' up the Birthday events!</title><content type='html'>Since we pretty much celebrated Kamryn's birthday last Saturday, we didn't do too much on her actual birthday, but we did do something. We ran some errands and at Target we let her pick a toy...which ended up being a stuffed animal of Blue from Blue's Clues. Then we took her for a special dinner to McDonalds. We haven't been there for a long time, so it was a special treat for her. She even got more daring on the toys and actually crawled through some of the tunnels, instead of just sitting in the entrance, blocking everyones path. First, here she is in her birthday outfit that her Grandma Johnson gave her. She looks extremely adorable in my own biased opinion. :-)  Unfortunately, I couldn't quite get the full outfit shout.  But it's cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SI086mMOYKI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/cJpnjpnQJhc/s1600-h/DSC02239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SI086mMOYKI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/cJpnjpnQJhc/s320/DSC02239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227901719828914338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SI086e7jC3I/AAAAAAAAAyI/Vj5cj8YmM8w/s1600-h/DSC02233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SI086e7jC3I/AAAAAAAAAyI/Vj5cj8YmM8w/s320/DSC02233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227901717879917426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a first!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SI087ZA3R8I/AAAAAAAAAyg/Yn40hM4_wKM/s1600-h/DSC02267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SI087ZA3R8I/AAAAAAAAAyg/Yn40hM4_wKM/s320/DSC02267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227901733471471554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SI087LQbC2I/AAAAAAAAAyY/5JJfxUKTILc/s1600-h/DSC02260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SI087LQbC2I/AAAAAAAAAyY/5JJfxUKTILc/s320/DSC02260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227901729778633570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying her birthday dinner!  Obviously, she is too busy to bother with my bothersome questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f39b38655f0805e4" 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://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df39b38655f0805e4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330457095%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D1212421A982EA67559034EDA63BC0C8C6B5BF3.4AC6967B7D217A5DFB2B3508E1CECF406DAE9D3F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df39b38655f0805e4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Da-HdmvUT9QUth6cNEk6LKMcPuZY&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://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df39b38655f0805e4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330457095%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D1212421A982EA67559034EDA63BC0C8C6B5BF3.4AC6967B7D217A5DFB2B3508E1CECF406DAE9D3F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df39b38655f0805e4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Da-HdmvUT9QUth6cNEk6LKMcPuZY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-8540409774988111647?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f39b38655f0805e4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/8540409774988111647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=8540409774988111647&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/8540409774988111647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/8540409774988111647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/07/finishin-up-birthday-events.html' title='Finishin&apos; up the Birthday events!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SI086mMOYKI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/cJpnjpnQJhc/s72-c/DSC02239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-345205888600567137</id><published>2008-07-23T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:58:35.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Pooka!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SIeZWGVBXYI/AAAAAAAAAx4/N2vYIQHuKW0/s1600-h/DSC00214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SIeZWGVBXYI/AAAAAAAAAx4/N2vYIQHuKW0/s320/DSC00214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226314497521704322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SIeZWRKRc6I/AAAAAAAAAyA/B6MXJDMdnDw/s1600-h/DSC02148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SIeZWRKRc6I/AAAAAAAAAyA/B6MXJDMdnDw/s320/DSC02148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226314500429411234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my baby girl just turned 2 today. So, I guess that means she is really not a baby anymore. She is a little person who can talk, sing, spin, and give her Mommy and Daddy lots of kisses. Everytime I look at her, it reminds me of my Savior's love for me. I know that my Heavenly Father wants me to be happy and I know that they have blessed my life immensely. I am so grateful to have been blessed with a wonderful husband and that we were able to have our beautiful red head. She loves me unconditionally even when I lose my patience or get angry....she just asks me "what's wrong Mommy?' and gives me kisses. I love how passionate she is....even if it does make for some intense tantrums when I try to remove her from one of those passions (ie: swing, puppies and the caputer(computer)).  She is a driven little girl and she knows what she wants and I hope she carries that passion with her her whole life. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we spent some time at the Johnson Family Reunion where we ate good food, went swimming and reacquainted ourselves with my Dad's side of the family.  Here is my sister, Suzanne, my sister-in-law Mary with baby Owen and my cousin, Candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SIeSWv_QlyI/AAAAAAAAAxo/kKah3mu02xU/s1600-h/DSC02205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SIeSWv_QlyI/AAAAAAAAAxo/kKah3mu02xU/s320/DSC02205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226306812123322146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SIeQxg34aPI/AAAAAAAAAxA/336-swl12qY/s1600-h/DSC02201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SIeQxg34aPI/AAAAAAAAAxA/336-swl12qY/s320/DSC02201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226305072899057906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my brothers to just stand by the BBQ and do their thing....so Jeremy made it look so natural.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SIeQyOQg7NI/AAAAAAAAAxI/o3iYD36BP-g/s1600-h/DSC02203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SIeQyOQg7NI/AAAAAAAAAxI/o3iYD36BP-g/s320/DSC02203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226305085081971922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the reunion, we headed back to my house where we celebrated Kamryn's birthday. Most of my family (not all) were in town that weekend for the reunion so I thought we'd celebrate. Thanks for all the wonderful gifts. Kamryn can't stop playing with them. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SIeSXG7yecI/AAAAAAAAAxw/vKAd-F8M7FY/s1600-h/DSC02212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SIeSXG7yecI/AAAAAAAAAxw/vKAd-F8M7FY/s320/DSC02212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226306818282781122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SIeQyX0pVmI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/BLSHfg-uHis/s1600-h/DSC02213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SIeQyX0pVmI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/BLSHfg-uHis/s320/DSC02213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226305087649437282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SIeQy-_4wnI/AAAAAAAAAxY/PZzzB7DVnqU/s1600-h/DSC02216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SIeQy-_4wnI/AAAAAAAAAxY/PZzzB7DVnqU/s320/DSC02216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226305098165568114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy Birthday pooka!  Your Mommy and Daddy love you so much.  You are our sunshine and we thank HeavenlyFather every night for letting us be your parents.  Thanks for making our lives more complete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SIeQzQkDZwI/AAAAAAAAAxg/hZ3YvpXBkxU/s1600-h/DSC02222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SIeQzQkDZwI/AAAAAAAAAxg/hZ3YvpXBkxU/s320/DSC02222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226305102880663298" 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/32918259-345205888600567137?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/345205888600567137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=345205888600567137&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/345205888600567137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/345205888600567137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-pooka.html' title='Happy Birthday Pooka!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SIeZWGVBXYI/AAAAAAAAAx4/N2vYIQHuKW0/s72-c/DSC00214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-488720210099241795</id><published>2008-07-20T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:45:30.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the sunglasses Paige and Kameryn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SIQh8zmhK_I/AAAAAAAAAw4/msdebPx23lQ/s1600-h/DSC02198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SIQh8zmhK_I/AAAAAAAAAw4/msdebPx23lQ/s320/DSC02198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225338796184251378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamryn got some sunglasses from one of her playdate friends at our group "Birthday party" which was at our friends Stephanie's house.  I said I wanted to take a picture of her with the glasses and here's the pose she came up with.   I couldn't have posed her better myself.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-488720210099241795?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/488720210099241795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=488720210099241795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/488720210099241795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/488720210099241795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/07/thanks-for-sunglasses-paige-and-kameryn.html' title='Thanks for the sunglasses Paige and Kameryn'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SIQh8zmhK_I/AAAAAAAAAw4/msdebPx23lQ/s72-c/DSC02198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-4552322872629519757</id><published>2008-07-20T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:37:23.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love the 80's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SIQgLHjIaeI/AAAAAAAAAww/i8hHUbN48hM/s1600-h/DSC02191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SIQgLHjIaeI/AAAAAAAAAww/i8hHUbN48hM/s320/DSC02191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225336843033668066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think VH1 when you read the title and think Flock of Seagulls when you look at this cute little bathing beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-4552322872629519757?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4552322872629519757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=4552322872629519757&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/4552322872629519757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/4552322872629519757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-80s.html' title='I Love the 80&apos;s!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SIQgLHjIaeI/AAAAAAAAAww/i8hHUbN48hM/s72-c/DSC02191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-4625933804493544858</id><published>2008-07-16T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:03:01.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerts in the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SH7SZVznTfI/AAAAAAAAAwI/zPXRAlKy7Nw/s1600-h/DSC02152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SH7SZVznTfI/AAAAAAAAAwI/zPXRAlKy7Nw/s320/DSC02152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223843950588546546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SH7SaW6EGRI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/sE9rDvPCtSQ/s1600-h/DSC02153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SH7SaW6EGRI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/sE9rDvPCtSQ/s320/DSC02153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223843968063904018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SH7SazvJ38I/AAAAAAAAAwY/Rn48KUoYFcg/s1600-h/DSC02157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SH7SazvJ38I/AAAAAAAAAwY/Rn48KUoYFcg/s320/DSC02157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223843975802773442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SH7SbJo3O8I/AAAAAAAAAwg/MB1xYYr1s64/s1600-h/DSC02158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SH7SbJo3O8I/AAAAAAAAAwg/MB1xYYr1s64/s320/DSC02158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223843981681966018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SH7SbvOqQ-I/AAAAAAAAAwo/zfqoe-wL_lc/s1600-h/DSC02193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SH7SbvOqQ-I/AAAAAAAAAwo/zfqoe-wL_lc/s320/DSC02193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223843991772611554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite Summer activity!  To all our friends....feel free to join us when you want!  It's a great family night activity!  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-4625933804493544858?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4625933804493544858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=4625933804493544858&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/4625933804493544858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/4625933804493544858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/07/concerts-in-park.html' title='Concerts in the Park'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SH7SZVznTfI/AAAAAAAAAwI/zPXRAlKy7Nw/s72-c/DSC02152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-556082433005070314</id><published>2008-07-14T12:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:21:30.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Car Wash, yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SHunAT_oz4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/LuIfOm0S9WA/s1600-h/DSC02116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SHunAT_oz4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/LuIfOm0S9WA/s320/DSC02116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222951816675250050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SHunAr2m--I/AAAAAAAAAwA/BP0kMRJFQ5s/s1600-h/DSC02118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SHunAr2m--I/AAAAAAAAAwA/BP0kMRJFQ5s/s320/DSC02118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222951823079832546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know I'm desperate for blog material when I start taking pictures of us washing the car.  But Kamryn does look cute sitting in the drivers seat.  (She knows where she sits in our family, unfortunately).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-556082433005070314?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/556082433005070314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=556082433005070314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/556082433005070314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/556082433005070314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/07/at-car-wash-yeah.html' title='At the Car Wash, yeah!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SHunAT_oz4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/LuIfOm0S9WA/s72-c/DSC02116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-1062154458237731271</id><published>2008-07-09T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T16:27:01.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well,  I was a history major so...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You Are Pocahantas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v465/newbandi/Pocahantas.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Free-spirited and wise. You have a strong passionate spirit that touches and changes all who know you. The wisdom and common sense that you have is really what guides you through life. Even so, you also have a very playful side that loves adventure and excitement.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354"&gt;Which Disney Princess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-1062154458237731271?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/1062154458237731271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=1062154458237731271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/1062154458237731271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/1062154458237731271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-exactly-what-i-have-picked-for.html' title='Well,  I was a history major so...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-9034740436614788976</id><published>2008-07-07T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T08:27:31.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless America!</title><content type='html'>The 4th of July came close to being a total loss of a day, but luckily, all ended well. It started when I cut Kamryn's finger while cutting her nails. I seriously haven't done that since she was an infant! I had become pretty confident in my nail-clipping abilities, but for some reason I slipped up and cut her finger. I wasn't too worried at first since it seemed like a small cut and in actuality, it was a small cut but man, did her finger bleed. And bleed, and bleed.....It was hard for us to get Kamryn to let us hold her finger and try to stop the bleeding so that may have been part of why it kept bleeding...but it wouldn't stop for over 30 minutes. And she was crying and screaming and Jason and I were getting frustrated and feeling bad for her all at the same time. It was quite the ordeal. She finally calmed down so we able to put pressure on her finger. Slowly, the bleeding stopped and Kamryn fell asleep on me. So, we put her down for a nap and thought all was well. But she woke up crying 45 minutes later and could not be calmed down. So, our final attempt to calm her down was "blues clues" and it worked like a charm. We were worried that she had taken such a short nap (for Kamryn, that's a short nap) that she wouldn't last long at the festivities, but we decided to head off to our friend's BBQ anyway. And we are glad we did because it ended up being a fabulous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SHLrcYE40wI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Od5IRCrOjCQ/s1600-h/DSC02137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SHLrcYE40wI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Od5IRCrOjCQ/s320/DSC02137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220493790807642882" 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;This isn't the best shot, but you can barely see Kamryn's head over Jason's.  She went halfway down the slide and Jason caught her.  She was begging to go down but after doing it once, was happy not to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SHLrc23wMGI/AAAAAAAAAvY/TqKpAyq7fX0/s1600-h/DSC02140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SHLrc23wMGI/AAAAAAAAAvY/TqKpAyq7fX0/s320/DSC02140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220493799074050146" 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;This was Kamryn's favorite thing to do...sit in the swing.  She did it often and had issues taking turns with it.  Luckily, we were able to avoid one of her extreme tantrums...so it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SHLrdHV4beI/AAAAAAAAAvg/_nB6LXtuzQQ/s1600-h/DSC02141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SHLrdHV4beI/AAAAAAAAAvg/_nB6LXtuzQQ/s320/DSC02141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220493803495386594" 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;The classic "taking a picture of someone taking a picture of you" shot.  That is my close friend, Karissa, with her husband, Ron, looking suave in his sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SHLrdkTwuFI/AAAAAAAAAvo/fnVdpCB_HDA/s1600-h/DSC02144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SHLrdkTwuFI/AAAAAAAAAvo/fnVdpCB_HDA/s320/DSC02144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220493811271120978" 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;This is how Kamryn watched the whole fireworks show.  Clinging to me for dear life, but just barely peeking out to see the pretty fireworks.  Thanks to the Silagyis for letting me sit on top of their Honda Pilot and get a great view.  It was such a fun night!  It's nights like these where I realize how blessed I am to be living in such a great country and to have so many freedoms and rights.  God Bless America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SHLrd6XcodI/AAAAAAAAAvw/M8zctprvh9A/s1600-h/DSC02149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SHLrd6XcodI/AAAAAAAAAvw/M8zctprvh9A/s320/DSC02149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220493817192161746" 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/32918259-9034740436614788976?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/9034740436614788976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=9034740436614788976&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/9034740436614788976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/9034740436614788976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/07/god-bless-america.html' title='God Bless America!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SHLrcYE40wI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Od5IRCrOjCQ/s72-c/DSC02137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-1403738357579691914</id><published>2008-07-04T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T14:29:43.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palm Desert....a vacation of deceit and plenty of heat!</title><content type='html'>Our little family got to spend a few days in Palm Desert to help my Mom use up a timeshare.  It was a pretty relaxing two days and from these pictures, you'd think that it was full of all smiles and laughter.  Oh, these pictures can be deceiving.  (but isn't this one darling!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SG5vRiPcLYI/AAAAAAAAAuk/0NxCsttwBwY/s1600-h/DSC02103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SG5vRiPcLYI/AAAAAAAAAuk/0NxCsttwBwY/s320/DSC02103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219231365209009538" 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;It started out great when we found the Barnes and Noble Bookstore at the mall.  Kamryn loved the books and the stuffed animals and was just having a great time.  Then, I went to go buy a book while Jason had the assignment of nicely putting back one of the stuffed animals she had found.  As I was purchasing the book (on the other side of the store, mind you) I heard a scream that only a banshee could compete with.  I hurried up my purchase and when I got to Jason, our little daughter was in the midst of a meltdown. It seems we couldn't get out of there fast enough (and it seemed everyone seemed to want to help "those poor pathetic parents."  I'm sure they weren't thinking that exactly, but it felt like it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SG5vVQRn__I/AAAAAAAAAus/ALLzeK9Cbcg/s1600-h/DSC02104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SG5vVQRn__I/AAAAAAAAAus/ALLzeK9Cbcg/s320/DSC02104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219231429105811442" 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;Well, fortunately we got her to calm down and we wondered if we should head to lunch...but no, instead of being logical and feeding her lunch (since meltdowns mostly occur when children are tired and hungry...which she was both since she had woken up at 6am (not usual for her) and hadn't eaten since breakfast) we decide to put her in another volatile situtation.  The playground at the mall!  Well, it started off peachy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SG5vV7uja5I/AAAAAAAAAu0/LVbo6b_Ixfo/s1600-h/DSC02106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SG5vV7uja5I/AAAAAAAAAu0/LVbo6b_Ixfo/s320/DSC02106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219231440769870738" 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;She loved this car and would keep coming back to it.  Well, at one point another child discovered the car so when Kamryn came back and saw this, her tired and hungry mind couldn't comprehend why someone was in her car so she commenced to push the child out.  We gave her a warning and successfully distracted her with a blue car.  But, she came right back to the other car and commenced her pushing and hitting of the other child.  So, we had to follow through with our warning and remove her from the playground.  Wow, if we thought the last tantrum was bad...this one takes the cake of all children's tantrums all over the world.  We couldn't even get her in the stroller this time so I attempted to carry her.  Ouch.  She hit, bit, scratched, screamed bloody murder so I had to pass her off to Jason who had it just as bad.  We managed to get her in the car seat and when we got back to our room we put her right to bed and she passed out.  We thought, at that point, we would never leave the room again.  But, luckily, we realized that confinement probably wasn't the healthiest option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ventured out to the pool and it went wonderful!  She was rested, well fed and had a great time!!!  And so did we.  It was a wonderful note to end our vacation on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SG5vWZwfv0I/AAAAAAAAAu8/s19S40F75hM/s1600-h/DSC02110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SG5vWZwfv0I/AAAAAAAAAu8/s19S40F75hM/s320/DSC02110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219231448831082306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SG5vagw_KKI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Zop6SvVnUx8/s1600-h/DSC02114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SG5vagw_KKI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Zop6SvVnUx8/s320/DSC02114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219231519431665826" 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/32918259-1403738357579691914?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/1403738357579691914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=1403738357579691914&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/1403738357579691914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/1403738357579691914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/07/palm-desert.html' title='Palm Desert....a vacation of deceit and plenty of heat!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SG5vRiPcLYI/AAAAAAAAAuk/0NxCsttwBwY/s72-c/DSC02103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-2966718235171362915</id><published>2008-07-01T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:32:41.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last pictures from Utah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGquH7qCZgI/AAAAAAAAAuE/70hZ_9wpwd4/s1600-h/DSC02093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGquH7qCZgI/AAAAAAAAAuE/70hZ_9wpwd4/s320/DSC02093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218174569558468098" 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;The view from Jason's parents house.  (I especially enjoy this view right here...hello hottie!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGquIbZakVI/AAAAAAAAAuM/xr--ZNGSpu8/s1600-h/DSC02099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGquIbZakVI/AAAAAAAAAuM/xr--ZNGSpu8/s320/DSC02099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218174578078683474" 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;A trip to the mountains in our rental car.  I seriously want a mini van now.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGquIkhly6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/0VhmPqIgryg/s1600-h/DSC02058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGquIkhly6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/0VhmPqIgryg/s320/DSC02058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218174580528892834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGquIzRG7XI/AAAAAAAAAuc/lwp_XvioI1c/s1600-h/DSC02062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGquIzRG7XI/AAAAAAAAAuc/lwp_XvioI1c/s320/DSC02062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218174584486292850" 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/32918259-2966718235171362915?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/2966718235171362915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=2966718235171362915&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/2966718235171362915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/2966718235171362915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-pictures-from-utah.html' title='The last pictures from Utah!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGquH7qCZgI/AAAAAAAAAuE/70hZ_9wpwd4/s72-c/DSC02093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-6878880240188491967</id><published>2008-06-30T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:36:05.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing up the Utah Trip!</title><content type='html'>After the wedding festivities were over, Jason and I spent a couple more days in Utah with both our families.  We had a great time and SO wished we could have more time up there to be with family and see some friends.  But time was limited.  So, we just enjoyed the time we did have and tried to make the most of it.  Kamryn just loved hanging out with her cousins.   Here she is just chillin', watching some tube with her cousin David.  These two have a very special relationship and are very close!  They have a great time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGj0eP7_gjI/AAAAAAAAAtc/KAJsD_xxRDU/s1600-h/DSC02036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGj0eP7_gjI/AAAAAAAAAtc/KAJsD_xxRDU/s320/DSC02036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217688968820130354" 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;Here's Jason on his laptop with Kamryn, Ellie and David.  Not too sure what they are watching here.  Probably something on Playhouse Disney....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGj0elUh5YI/AAAAAAAAAtk/y6WTimiwOXk/s1600-h/DSC02039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGj0elUh5YI/AAAAAAAAAtk/y6WTimiwOXk/s320/DSC02039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217688974560191874" 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;Jason and I love this picture.  It just epitomizes the relationship Kamryn has with her Uncle Dave (or should I say, the relationship he has with all his nieces and nephews).  FUN!!  We went to a water pad at the outdoor mall in Utah in Salt Lake and Jason and myself both failed to get Kamryn out and enjoying the water.  Of course, we didn't have our bathing suits so we weren't quite as willing to get out right in the middle of it.  But my brother-in-law, Dave was ready to go and he took Kamryn out and she had a GREAT time.  She just couldn't get enough of it and was sad when it was time to go (until she realized we were having pizza for dinner).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGj0fGbZalI/AAAAAAAAAts/6Wd5nxo0Pbo/s1600-h/DSC02045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGj0fGbZalI/AAAAAAAAAts/6Wd5nxo0Pbo/s320/DSC02045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217688983447366226" 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;We spent the last day or so with Jason's family and had a great time.  Jason's Dad took us for a drive in the close-by mountains and it was gorgeous.  His parents live in Santaquin and they live in a beautiful area and have quite the view.&lt;br /&gt;I'll put some more pictures of that up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGj0fnwmNEI/AAAAAAAAAt0/xxQuA_2FxeY/s1600-h/DSC02056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGj0fnwmNEI/AAAAAAAAAt0/xxQuA_2FxeY/s320/DSC02056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217688992394654786" 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;I'm sure you all know now about Jason's sister who wrote the children's book, "Cool Daddy Rat."  Well, Kamryn is obsessed with that book and has a lot of it memorized.  So she and Kristyn sat down and read her book together.  Then Kristyn busted out her new book, "Bedtime at the Swamp," which comes out in July.  She read that one to Kamryn and again, Kamryn loved it.  Especially the catchy phrase "Splish Splash rumba rumba bim Bam BOOM!"  Kamryn just kept repeating it and wanted Kristyn to read it over and over again.  It was a special moment for them and for us.  We can't wait to give Kamryn that book for her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGj0f24PyoI/AAAAAAAAAt8/UPDjbVnNsQA/s1600-h/DSC02064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGj0f24PyoI/AAAAAAAAAt8/UPDjbVnNsQA/s320/DSC02064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217688996453272194" 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/32918259-6878880240188491967?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/6878880240188491967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=6878880240188491967&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6878880240188491967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6878880240188491967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/06/finishing-up-utah-trip.html' title='Finishing up the Utah Trip!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGj0eP7_gjI/AAAAAAAAAtc/KAJsD_xxRDU/s72-c/DSC02036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-2565134439129495754</id><published>2008-06-27T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:30:06.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for Aaron....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGVoZDPp1kI/AAAAAAAAAs0/4_bLJN9-Oug/s1600-h/DSC02026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGVoZDPp1kI/AAAAAAAAAs0/4_bLJN9-Oug/s320/DSC02026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216690522955568706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the role of a bunch of the groom's buddies at the wedding?  Taking the time to trash your car in the most respectable way possible.  And always the oreos....who  came up with the idea to waste edible items on a car?  Seems wrong and I don't even like oreos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGVozJAPttI/AAAAAAAAAs8/V1yRCelJ9Bw/s1600-h/DSC02027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGVozJAPttI/AAAAAAAAAs8/V1yRCelJ9Bw/s320/DSC02027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216690971178153682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here  is my brother Jeremy,  holding the keys to the car...but Aaron, please note, he had nothing to do with the trashing of your car.   He just didn't stop your friends from going for it.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGVpNRg95zI/AAAAAAAAAtE/1JOkRYuAH4k/s1600-h/DSC02028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGVpNRg95zI/AAAAAAAAAtE/1JOkRYuAH4k/s320/DSC02028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216691420139480882" 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/32918259-2565134439129495754?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/2565134439129495754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=2565134439129495754&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/2565134439129495754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/2565134439129495754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-ones-for-aaron.html' title='This one&apos;s for Aaron....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGVoZDPp1kI/AAAAAAAAAs0/4_bLJN9-Oug/s72-c/DSC02026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-6790396863516976483</id><published>2008-06-26T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T13:50:45.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More pictures from the wedding of the year! :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGP_Hq-zznI/AAAAAAAAAsM/p9aLb6MMI1E/s1600-h/DSC01982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGP_Hq-zznI/AAAAAAAAAsM/p9aLb6MMI1E/s320/DSC01982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216293300687064690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGP_JETXaEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/DlMKQg6rT6Q/s1600-h/DSC01986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGP_JETXaEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/DlMKQg6rT6Q/s320/DSC01986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216293324664039490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGP_Kd12njI/AAAAAAAAAsc/KXkx2n4lrJg/s1600-h/DSC02007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGP_Kd12njI/AAAAAAAAAsc/KXkx2n4lrJg/s320/DSC02007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216293348699446834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGP_Lam7j0I/AAAAAAAAAsk/KjPYF653Lvw/s1600-h/DSC02022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGP_Lam7j0I/AAAAAAAAAsk/KjPYF653Lvw/s320/DSC02022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216293365011418946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGP_MqEZXoI/AAAAAAAAAss/B2hL0H2b1pU/s1600-h/DSC02025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGP_MqEZXoI/AAAAAAAAAss/B2hL0H2b1pU/s320/DSC02025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216293386341408386" 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/32918259-6790396863516976483?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/6790396863516976483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=6790396863516976483&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6790396863516976483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6790396863516976483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-pictures-from-wedding-of-year.html' title='More pictures from the wedding of the year! :-)'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGP_Hq-zznI/AAAAAAAAAsM/p9aLb6MMI1E/s72-c/DSC01982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-3824838938610421307</id><published>2008-06-25T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T14:36:27.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little brother got hitched!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGK4cVfh5EI/AAAAAAAAArk/WKGDqzKsVrw/s1600-h/DSC01953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGK4cVfh5EI/AAAAAAAAArk/WKGDqzKsVrw/s320/DSC01953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215934115393692738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, the main reason for our trip to Utah was to attend the sealing of my little brother, Aaron and his now new wife, Whitney. The night before the wedding, we had the wedding/rehearsal dinner at the Joseph Smith Memorial Building. Jason wasn't flying in until the next morning so I had Kamryn on my own. Now, it's not like I can't handle her on my own, but that night I felt like I couldn't. She was just not in the mood to sit in a room for a couple hours through introductions and eating and such...which I don't blame her. But she is not quiet about her discontent...so, having her in timeout, screaming at the top of her lungs in a quiet building like that...well, you get the pictures. But there were some good parts of the night. Like the food and the company and me being able to sing a song while Aaron played the guitar for me. Overall, it was nice to be with family celebrating my brother and his future wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGK4dYMYwXI/AAAAAAAAArs/1Ngw0pDBX48/s1600-h/DSC01959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGK4dYMYwXI/AAAAAAAAArs/1Ngw0pDBX48/s320/DSC01959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215934133298577778" 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;The next afternoon was the ceremony and it was very special. The sealer knew our Dad which was a big deal to our family. The new couple are very happy and overall, it was a happy occasion and we all had a wonderful time.  Here are some pictures of them coming out of the temple and one very cute one of Aaron giving my Mom a little kiss on the cheek.  Too cute!  (Yes, the picture is "cute" enough to warrant such cheesy commentary).  I'll post some more pictures later of the reception. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGK4dwHor7I/AAAAAAAAAr0/hEMHc4I9SmM/s1600-h/DSC01971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGK4dwHor7I/AAAAAAAAAr0/hEMHc4I9SmM/s320/DSC01971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215934139721101234" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGK4eRECDQI/AAAAAAAAAr8/FhV0XKW225c/s1600-h/DSC01976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGK4eRECDQI/AAAAAAAAAr8/FhV0XKW225c/s320/DSC01976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215934148564356354" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGK4evhTZiI/AAAAAAAAAsE/PmOjbxsstA4/s1600-h/DSC01989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGK4evhTZiI/AAAAAAAAAsE/PmOjbxsstA4/s320/DSC01989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215934156740191778" 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/32918259-3824838938610421307?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/3824838938610421307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=3824838938610421307&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/3824838938610421307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/3824838938610421307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-little-brother-got-hitched.html' title='My little brother got hitched!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGK4cVfh5EI/AAAAAAAAArk/WKGDqzKsVrw/s72-c/DSC01953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-1253249673889652106</id><published>2008-06-24T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:14:53.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick intro to "the vacation"</title><content type='html'>I don't have a picture of the first major event, which most of you will appreciate.  Kamryn and I drove up last Monday with my sister and her family. (Jason had to fly up later because he couldn't miss his business class).  Anyhow, the trip was going pretty smoothly until we hit St. George.  We stopped for a late dinner at Ruby Tuesday and I knew that in order to keep Kamryn from running around everywhere and causing chaos I would need to keep her busy with food.  So, I ordered a burger with French Fries and Kamryn had at them (and the ketchup).  Maybe not the best idea.  As we headed off that evening for the rest of her trip, Kamryn was having a hard time falling asleep.  I could tell she wanted to sleep and she would have moments where she would for a few minutes or so, but she kept waking up crying.  So, I finally gave her some Tylenol to see if that might calm her down and about 5 seconds after giving her that, it all came up and it wasn't pleasant.  I had to clean it up as best I could with a towel we had in the car and baby wipes....obviously it didn't take away the smell.  Gratefully though, she fell right asleep soon after she relieved herself and it was a peaceful trip from then on....though smelly to say the least.  I worried this wasn't an omen about how the trip would continue...and luckily it only partly was. :-)   I was just grateful that it wasn't  a major stomach flu bug or anything.   The next day, at my Mom's house, she was happy and healthy as can be and she was so excited to be with her cousins. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGHTYcT2lzI/AAAAAAAAArA/Evb8c4uwdlg/s1600-h/DSC01942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGHTYcT2lzI/AAAAAAAAArA/Evb8c4uwdlg/s320/DSC01942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215682260341528370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I just re-read the story and I will apologize to all who get stuck reading it...but for documenting purposes, it stays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-1253249673889652106?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/1253249673889652106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=1253249673889652106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/1253249673889652106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/1253249673889652106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/06/quick-intro-to-vacation.html' title='A quick intro to &quot;the vacation&quot;'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGHTYcT2lzI/AAAAAAAAArA/Evb8c4uwdlg/s72-c/DSC01942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-8613579854353993528</id><published>2008-06-24T20:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:22:43.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I get to our travelogue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGG56xlubAI/AAAAAAAAAq4/dQS4CzXIWRg/s1600-h/DSC01931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGG56xlubAI/AAAAAAAAAq4/dQS4CzXIWRg/s320/DSC01931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215654262866865154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to post this picture of Kamryn and I with Goofy.  I love Goofy and I thought it was about time Kamryn met Goofy instead of Mickey.  She's met Mickey many a times so I thought she needed a change of pace.  Well, I discovered I picked the wrong character to meet.  Pluto was taking pictures close to Goofy and when she saw him she wanted out of the line (which we were close to the front at that point) and get in the other line which was long and I didn't want to move to.  So, she wasn't quite as excited as I hoped but we got the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-8613579854353993528?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/8613579854353993528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=8613579854353993528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/8613579854353993528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/8613579854353993528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/06/before-i-get-to-our-travelogue.html' title='Before I get to our travelogue...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SGG56xlubAI/AAAAAAAAAq4/dQS4CzXIWRg/s72-c/DSC01931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-3997799415595433243</id><published>2008-06-21T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T22:39:48.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a second job...</title><content type='html'>Besides being a Mommy and a wife, I have another job and I feel like tonight, it has overtaken my life.  I just got home from being out of town for my brother's wedding and the first thing I did after putting Kamryn to bed, was of course, do my usual blog updates.  When I went to my google reader to check up on those who have updated their blogs, my eyes went blurry as I saw the over 40 (but what felt like thousands) of blog updates.  I felt like I have been going through them now forever and I still have 33 more updates to go.  Seriously, this has gotten out of control.  So, I have decided I either don't go on anymore vacations....or I just have to let some of you blog friends go.  Okay, who am I kidding....I won't do that either.  But let's just say, you won't be getting a blog update on my vacation for a few more days at least.  I can only do so much at once! :-)  Plus, all I want to do right now is sit on my bed, eat pistachios and watch "Gilmore Girls" reruns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-3997799415595433243?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/3997799415595433243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=3997799415595433243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/3997799415595433243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/3997799415595433243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-second-job.html' title='I have a second job...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-8826088149250183809</id><published>2008-06-15T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T13:22:06.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit from some good friends!</title><content type='html'>Jason's best friend, Jarom Guthrie, came down for a visit last weekend with his wife, Melissa, and their new baby boy, Bryson. We were so excited to get to meet this adorable baby boy and spend time with Jarom and Melissa. Kamryn was able to hold their baby, so that was a first for her. She was so cute holding him and she was just in awe of this little thing she was holding in her arms. Hopefully, she'll have a sibling to hold soon but it's clear to me now that we are on the Lords time. But she loved holding Bryson and we loved having them all here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SFV5MW_Yj0I/AAAAAAAAAqo/bNjSaM7UboI/s1600-h/DSC01929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SFV5MW_Yj0I/AAAAAAAAAqo/bNjSaM7UboI/s320/DSC01929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212205396988038978" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SFV5NeB3s6I/AAAAAAAAAqw/SKGB2IgPVcw/s1600-h/DSC01930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SFV5NeB3s6I/AAAAAAAAAqw/SKGB2IgPVcw/s320/DSC01930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212205416057385890" 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/32918259-8826088149250183809?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/8826088149250183809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=8826088149250183809&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/8826088149250183809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/8826088149250183809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/06/visit-from-some-good-friends.html' title='A visit from some good friends!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SFV5MW_Yj0I/AAAAAAAAAqo/bNjSaM7UboI/s72-c/DSC01929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-6341867486954109938</id><published>2008-06-13T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T15:58:36.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile since the last tag...so here we go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was tagged by my sister-in-law and it seems like this one is simple enough, so here we go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABC's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Attached or single: Extremely attached and have been for over 4 years now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;B- Best Friend(s): Jason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;C- Cake or Pie: to be honest, neither.  I could refuse both easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;D- Day of choice: Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;E- Essential Item: a hair band or clippy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;F- Favorite Color:  Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;G- Gummi Bears or Worms: Bears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;H- Hometown: Tustin, CA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I- Indulgence(s): anything Disney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;J- January or July: July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;K- Kids: 1 gorgeous red headed girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;L- Life is Incomplete Without: the gospel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;M- Marriage Date: May 8, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;N- Number of Siblings: 3 brothers and 2 sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;O- Oranges or Apples: Oranges (even though I hate peeling them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;P- Phobias or Fears: Fear of Heights and small confined spaces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Q- Quotes: That's what she said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;R- Reason To Smile: Have you met my husband and daughter???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;S- Season: Summer....it just feels like its time to play!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;T- Tag Three : My tags in the past have proven unsuccessful, so no thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;U- Unknown Fact About Me: I'm an open book...if you don't know everything about me then you're not trying hard enough. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;V- Vegetarian or Meat Eater: it sounds so crude, but I can't live without an In-n-Out Cheeseburger....animal style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;W- Worst Habit: TV.....DVR has ruined me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;X- X-Rays or Ultrasounds: Ultrasound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Y- Your Favorite Food: Did I already mention the In-n-out cheesburger, animal style..no tomato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Z- Zodiac: Virgo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-6341867486954109938?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/6341867486954109938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=6341867486954109938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6341867486954109938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6341867486954109938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-been-awhile-since-last-tagso-here.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile since the last tag...so here we go.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-233020405796835071</id><published>2008-06-11T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T18:23:44.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I swear...this will be the last Disneyland entry for awhile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SFA4qSqOCdI/AAAAAAAAAp4/xCjITPeTC64/s1600-h/DSC01910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SFA4qSqOCdI/AAAAAAAAAp4/xCjITPeTC64/s320/DSC01910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210727068082244050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SFA4q9TGQII/AAAAAAAAAqA/CQ4lUlcztFc/s1600-h/DSC01912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SFA4q9TGQII/AAAAAAAAAqA/CQ4lUlcztFc/s320/DSC01912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210727079527989378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SFA4rfUT3VI/AAAAAAAAAqI/wNpmjFCmBbE/s1600-h/DSC01918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SFA4rfUT3VI/AAAAAAAAAqI/wNpmjFCmBbE/s320/DSC01918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210727088659881298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SFA4rkw3M9I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/vqhkIyA16ks/s1600-h/DSC01920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SFA4rkw3M9I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/vqhkIyA16ks/s320/DSC01920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210727090121814994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SFA4sEJiN8I/AAAAAAAAAqY/gcr89GUjkUg/s1600-h/DSC01936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SFA4sEJiN8I/AAAAAAAAAqY/gcr89GUjkUg/s320/DSC01936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210727098546796482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I pass up not posting these pictures!  I had a great time going last week with Stephanie and Diego and then meeting up with my sister and her kids.  We all had a ton of fun!&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;&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 went this week with     Stephanie and Diego again and we met up with our friend Collette and her son Mason.  It was a lot more crowded that day so we're definitely going to go on a "break" from Disneyland.  At least until the summer is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-233020405796835071?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/233020405796835071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=233020405796835071&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/233020405796835071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/233020405796835071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-swearthis-will-be-last-disneyland.html' title='I swear...this will be the last Disneyland entry for awhile!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SFA4qSqOCdI/AAAAAAAAAp4/xCjITPeTC64/s72-c/DSC01910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-2764016869705327577</id><published>2008-06-09T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:02:28.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A glimpse into her future</title><content type='html'>Of course, once I brought out the video camera she got a little distracted from what she was doing, but I caught some of her reading to herself.  I love these kinds of moments...especially when it is someone she just started to doing on her own.  I can only hope this habit keeps up for years and years!!!  Just like her Mommy!!  :-)  (Don't worry...Jason is the first to admit that he's not much of a reader).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fc345ec628b3b943" 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://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfc345ec628b3b943%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330457095%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82A38D5F104881D5DFC9C107C5F7A9F4375DB21F.42FFBBB91A5086CA0BC3F4F0DD2F65F8FAB084B9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfc345ec628b3b943%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DycNTHDfbbnJhmUEQFvT8ECPZRXo&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://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfc345ec628b3b943%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330457095%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82A38D5F104881D5DFC9C107C5F7A9F4375DB21F.42FFBBB91A5086CA0BC3F4F0DD2F65F8FAB084B9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfc345ec628b3b943%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DycNTHDfbbnJhmUEQFvT8ECPZRXo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-2764016869705327577?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fc345ec628b3b943&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/2764016869705327577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=2764016869705327577&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/2764016869705327577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/2764016869705327577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/06/glimpse-into-her-future.html' title='A glimpse into her future'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-6986159871236064066</id><published>2008-06-03T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:31:30.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the little moments that make me stop and smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SEYLd0ihHWI/AAAAAAAAAps/9FYwm4k3Xwo/s1600-h/DSC01907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SEYLd0ihHWI/AAAAAAAAAps/9FYwm4k3Xwo/s320/DSC01907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207862626048089442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is the simple moments like these, that make me realize how blessed I am.  I have an amazing and supportive husband who loves me with all his heart and a beautiful little girl who reminds me everyday to enjoy life and all that God has given me.  I definitely have my struggles and trials, but looking at something like this picture makes me realize that I need not dwell on what I don't have..but what I do have.  And for that, I thank God every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-6986159871236064066?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/6986159871236064066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=6986159871236064066&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6986159871236064066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6986159871236064066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-little-moments-that-make-me-stop.html' title='It&apos;s the little moments that make me stop and smile!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SEYLd0ihHWI/AAAAAAAAAps/9FYwm4k3Xwo/s72-c/DSC01907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-2356726607557181271</id><published>2008-06-03T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T13:38:23.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No one mourns the WICKED!!</title><content type='html'>I am blessed to have some wonderful friends. Jason and I have some good friends, Ron and Karissa Silagyi, who seriously do sooo much for us. They have bought us dinner, signed us into Disneyland multiple times, and just last Thursday night, Karissa took me with her to go see our favorite show, Wicked, compliments of her husband Ron. I was soo excited and the evening was awesome. Besides our dislike for the actor who played Fiyero, we loved the rest of it and had such a great time hanging out that night. Thanks again Silagyi family! You guys are awesome! We owe you big time! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SEWqvFiAqfI/AAAAAAAAAo8/qhs9J9zCb3A/s1600-h/DSC01902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SEWqvFiAqfI/AAAAAAAAAo8/qhs9J9zCb3A/s320/DSC01902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207756270039247346" 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;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SEWqz1iAqgI/AAAAAAAAApE/0FVlV0GaNV4/s1600-h/DSC01903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SEWqz1iAqgI/AAAAAAAAApE/0FVlV0GaNV4/s320/DSC01903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207756351643625986" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SEWq4ViAqhI/AAAAAAAAApM/HDY4RdGA8q0/s1600-h/DSC01904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SEWq4ViAqhI/AAAAAAAAApM/HDY4RdGA8q0/s320/DSC01904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207756428953037330" 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/32918259-2356726607557181271?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/2356726607557181271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=2356726607557181271&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/2356726607557181271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/2356726607557181271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-one-mourns-wicked.html' title='No one mourns the WICKED!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SEWqvFiAqfI/AAAAAAAAAo8/qhs9J9zCb3A/s72-c/DSC01902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-4186170562915632094</id><published>2008-05-31T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T13:06:00.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you sick of Disneyland yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SEGua3kmwwI/AAAAAAAAAok/iBOnqqoaBYc/s1600-h/DSC01866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SEGua3kmwwI/AAAAAAAAAok/iBOnqqoaBYc/s320/DSC01866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206634420834321154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those who read our blog may be sick of hearing about Disneyland...but Kamryn and I will never get sick of going there. I enjoy taking her by myself so we can then go on whatever rides we feel like and at our own leisure pace. We had an enjoyable time on the "horsies" (the carousel which we rode twice since it is Kamryn's most favorite ride) "Elephants" (dumbo), "cars" (Autopia) and watched the new Pixar Play Parade at California Adventure. To end off the trip we hit a few of the litte rides in Bugs Land. It was a great afternoon and I'm already looking forward to going again next Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SEGub3kmwxI/AAAAAAAAAos/UbnENgUtNqE/s1600-h/DSC01869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SEGub3kmwxI/AAAAAAAAAos/UbnENgUtNqE/s320/DSC01869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206634438014190354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SEGucHkmwyI/AAAAAAAAAo0/DSKcfdnl5is/s1600-h/DSC01873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SEGucHkmwyI/AAAAAAAAAo0/DSKcfdnl5is/s320/DSC01873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206634442309157666" 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/32918259-4186170562915632094?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4186170562915632094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=4186170562915632094&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/4186170562915632094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/4186170562915632094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/05/are-you-sick-of-disneyland-yet.html' title='Are you sick of Disneyland yet?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SEGua3kmwwI/AAAAAAAAAok/iBOnqqoaBYc/s72-c/DSC01866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-4447079601229102244</id><published>2008-05-30T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:34:37.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you like to reader?</title><content type='html'>If you haven't already gone insane checking numerous blogs multiple times a day to see if anyone has posted something new, might I suggest you use Google Reader.  No more checking various blogs just to get disappointed.  You can simply go to your iGoogle page, or into reader itself, and see who has updated their blog.  This has cut down my blog perusing time tenfold.  If anyone knows of a program that notifies you via email each time a blog is updated, let me know.  Amy would rather get an email when blogs are updated, and Google Reader doesn't go that far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-4447079601229102244?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4447079601229102244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=4447079601229102244&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/4447079601229102244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/4447079601229102244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-you-like-to-reader.html' title='Do you like to reader?'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451779510460930983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh4.google.com/jjllriley/Ry7IBniHzdI/AAAAAAAAARA/0Ysf93kV7uk/DSC00829.JPG?imgmax=800'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-2144844698535725286</id><published>2008-05-28T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T14:42:37.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy/Daughter Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>The title of this blog may be deceiving....you may be thinking that you are going to get some great professional shots of Jason and Kamryn. Well, you will be looking at some shots of them, but not professional. Since Kamryn has an obsession with the camera, Jason decided to actually try teaching her how to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SD3MInkmwsI/AAAAAAAAAoE/8wvsReykerk/s1600-h/DSC01838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SD3MInkmwsI/AAAAAAAAAoE/8wvsReykerk/s320/DSC01838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205541192743699138" 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;Oops, guess it was Daddy's turn to take a picture. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SD3MJXkmwtI/AAAAAAAAAoM/v1nNpDTpBZ4/s1600-h/DSC01844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SD3MJXkmwtI/AAAAAAAAAoM/v1nNpDTpBZ4/s320/DSC01844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205541205628601042" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SD3MKHkmwvI/AAAAAAAAAoc/YabnoqdQG9c/s1600-h/DSC01854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SD3MKHkmwvI/AAAAAAAAAoc/YabnoqdQG9c/s320/DSC01854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205541218513502962" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SD3MJ3kmwuI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Oa6Havh0BIU/s1600-h/DSC01857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SD3MJ3kmwuI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Oa6Havh0BIU/s320/DSC01857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205541214218535650" 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/32918259-2144844698535725286?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/2144844698535725286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=2144844698535725286&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/2144844698535725286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/2144844698535725286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/05/daddydaughter-photo-shoot.html' title='Daddy/Daughter Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SD3MInkmwsI/AAAAAAAAAoE/8wvsReykerk/s72-c/DSC01838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-7004404191369221696</id><published>2008-05-25T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:16:33.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was just one of those CRAZY weeks!</title><content type='html'>After everything that went on this week, I'm surprised I even have the energy to sit down and share it with everyone. It began on Monday with watching my friends children and ended today (Sunday) after I fed the missionaries dinner. Let's start off with Kamryn's busy week of playdates. Take a deep breath and here we go. Monday I watched Eva and Lily (my friend, Jessica's children), Tuesday I took Kamryn to a playdate at the church with the Rambows, Lands, Livingstons, Carters, Silagyis, etc..., Wednesday I watched Eva and Lily again (Jessica had a busy week) and on Thursday my friend Stephanie and her son Diego came up to play. We almost had Kamryn playing with some children Friday too, but it didn't happen, to the relief of both myself and Kamryn. She did really well though and had a great time with all of her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some cute pictures I took of Kamryn with Eva and Lily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SDock3kmwpI/AAAAAAAAAns/MtN0CDLiSLw/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SDock3kmwpI/AAAAAAAAAns/MtN0CDLiSLw/s320/collage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204503739098382994" 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;&lt;br /&gt;The night times were a whole other issue.  This picture below is all I have to show for a very fun and exhausting night.  Tuesday night, Karissa and Ron Silagyi, Kyle Hartman and myself participated in a Disney Charity event called "Minnie's Moolit Madness.  It consisted of a 50 question trivia quiz, which was tough and went quickly.  The last half was a two hour scavenger hunt where we got to run around Disneyland literally attached at the hip with a bungee cord, solving the clues.  The picture below of the milk carton was our first clue.  We barely finished (with a minute left) and when we were done all we wanted was to get some water.  It was exhuasting but so much fun and we all want to  do it again next year.   After some In-n-Out I got home and was in bed by 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SDoo43kmwrI/AAAAAAAAAn8/TnsWD-QOH88/s1600-h/DSC01865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SDoo43kmwrI/AAAAAAAAAn8/TnsWD-QOH88/s320/DSC01865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204517276835300018" 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;Thursday night we had a Girls night and again, didn't get to bed until 2am.  You think I would have learned my lesson....but no.  I just couldn't help myself.  I love chatting with my girls.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I attended a graduation for one of my childhood friends, Ashley Massimino.  She just received her PhD!!!!  I am so impressed with her dedication to her education.  I had a great time seeing her and my other friend, BJ.  It was fun to catch up and hang out.  However, I didn't get home until 11:30, so I was probably in bed after midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SDoclnkmwqI/AAAAAAAAAn0/zHkamDa5QCU/s1600-h/DSC01834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SDoclnkmwqI/AAAAAAAAAn0/zHkamDa5QCU/s320/DSC01834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204503751983284898" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SDockXkmwoI/AAAAAAAAAnk/IDshPCG4nAo/s1600-h/DSC01832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SDockXkmwoI/AAAAAAAAAnk/IDshPCG4nAo/s320/DSC01832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204503730508448386" 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;After attending the temple last night with our friends, the Lands and feeding the missionaries dinner tonight I can now just sit down and relax.  Next week may be a little calmer, but I guess we'll see.  Stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-7004404191369221696?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/7004404191369221696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=7004404191369221696&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/7004404191369221696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/7004404191369221696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-was-just-one-of-those-crazy-weeks.html' title='It was just one of those CRAZY weeks!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SDock3kmwpI/AAAAAAAAAns/MtN0CDLiSLw/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-1514490077059029482</id><published>2008-05-22T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T14:46:39.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I do with myself now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SDXptHkmwmI/AAAAAAAAAnU/JO_-tihgb1E/s1600-h/DC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SDXptHkmwmI/AAAAAAAAAnU/JO_-tihgb1E/s320/DC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203321905832444514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SDXpt3kmwnI/AAAAAAAAAnc/UqyQyxWoAiM/s1600-h/David_Cook_2_385x18_342736a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SDXpt3kmwnI/AAAAAAAAAnc/UqyQyxWoAiM/s320/David_Cook_2_385x18_342736a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203321918717346418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, one of my favorite shows ended...and on a very good note.  David Archuleta fans....say "hello" to the new American Idol!  David Cook won last night and it was an awesome moment!  He sang the final song brilliantly and I loved how unselfish he was in his moment.  He is a class act.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-1514490077059029482?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/1514490077059029482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=1514490077059029482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/1514490077059029482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/1514490077059029482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-do-i-do-with-myself-now.html' title='What do I do with myself now?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SDXptHkmwmI/AAAAAAAAAnU/JO_-tihgb1E/s72-c/DC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-1395771132493958834</id><published>2008-05-21T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:54:48.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess it doesn't matter if I drink my V8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/SDUFOTxPXjI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Es7PvMO_PCc/s1600-h/xray201.tif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/SDUFOTxPXjI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Es7PvMO_PCc/s160/xray201.tif.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;If you look closely, you will notice that my right hip is about a half an inch lower than my left.  The reason?  I have a gimpy leg.   I now prefer to be called hip-hop.   The solution?  I now wear a 1/4 inch lift in my right shoe to balance myself out.   Why did I go to the Chiropractor and get these x-rays?  Let's just say I like to play golf, and I do swing fairly hard, and I think my overly aggressive swing finally caught up with me.  At the driving range last week, I had hit about five balls when I got the most painful stabbing feeling in my lower right back and side just below my ribs.   I'm still very tender in that area, and, needless to say, Golf is off the table for a bit.  What makes it worse is that Amy just bought me a new driver for my birthday and I have had the chance to use it only one time, and now it will have to collect dust until I'm healed.  What a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/SDUHsTxPXmI/AAAAAAAAAbg/8QEeQNK-_hI/s1600-h/xray203.tif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/SDUHsTxPXmI/AAAAAAAAAbg/8QEeQNK-_hI/s200/xray203.tif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203073402298916450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The last picture shows why it is that I can crack my neck at will.  Okay, I don't see it, but apparently a few of the vertebrae are too close together because my spine curves more than average as it goes up toward my very large noggin.  Perhaps the weight of my huge brain is weighing down on my spine?   That's my theory, and it could be easily argued, just look at the results of the big head competition on Rachel's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/SDUFPTxPXlI/AAAAAAAAAbY/QVqBLFb-vzs/s1600-h/xray204.tif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/SDUFPTxPXlI/AAAAAAAAAbY/QVqBLFb-vzs/s160/xray204.tif.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: -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/32918259-1395771132493958834?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/1395771132493958834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=1395771132493958834&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/1395771132493958834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/1395771132493958834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-guess-it-doesnt-matter-if-i-drink-my.html' title='I guess it doesn&apos;t matter if I drink my V8'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451779510460930983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh4.google.com/jjllriley/Ry7IBniHzdI/AAAAAAAAARA/0Ysf93kV7uk/DSC00829.JPG?imgmax=800'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/SDUFOTxPXjI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Es7PvMO_PCc/s72-c/xray201.tif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-735402722851202914</id><published>2008-05-21T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T14:59:29.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hittin' the beach again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SDSa4mihKZI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Tiimx2ys_V8/s1600-h/DSC01799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SDSa4mihKZI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Tiimx2ys_V8/s320/DSC01799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202953766728444306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SDSa7WihKaI/AAAAAAAAAm8/KK8VgwdjEiU/s1600-h/DSC01801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SDSa7WihKaI/AAAAAAAAAm8/KK8VgwdjEiU/s320/DSC01801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202953813973084578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SDSa8GihKbI/AAAAAAAAAnE/7U2u1SPionI/s1600-h/DSC01803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SDSa8GihKbI/AAAAAAAAAnE/7U2u1SPionI/s320/DSC01803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202953826857986482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SDSa82ihKcI/AAAAAAAAAnM/L1eF7LEKnbc/s1600-h/DSC01802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SDSa82ihKcI/AAAAAAAAAnM/L1eF7LEKnbc/s320/DSC01802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202953839742888386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Cynda and I took Kamryn to the beach last Friday and we had such a great time.  Kamryn LOVES Cynda and they had a great time in the water and just hanging out.  I feel blessed to have such a good friend in my life who loves my little girl.  Can't wait to go again!  Oh, and thanks Cynda, for allowing me to introduce you to some of the best Mexican food at Super Pollo.  I knew you would love their Fish Quesadilla.  Delicious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-735402722851202914?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/735402722851202914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=735402722851202914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/735402722851202914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/735402722851202914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/05/hittin-beach-again.html' title='Hittin&apos; the beach again!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SDSa4mihKZI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Tiimx2ys_V8/s72-c/DSC01799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-3882303878896657428</id><published>2008-05-18T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:47:56.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamryn chillin' with her cousin :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SDCyE2ihKXI/AAAAAAAAAmk/dM8OuM0VuzU/s1600-h/DSC01798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SDCyE2ihKXI/AAAAAAAAAmk/dM8OuM0VuzU/s320/DSC01798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201853366042438002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew, David, is a sweetheart!  He has  a very special relationship with Kamryn and just seeing them together brings a smile to my face.  He is so good to her and she loves being with him.  Jason was bummed because when he went to get the camera, David had his arm around Kamryn but when he finally took the picture they had changed their position.  They are still cute though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-3882303878896657428?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/3882303878896657428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=3882303878896657428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/3882303878896657428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/3882303878896657428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/05/kamryn-chillin-with-her-cousin.html' title='Kamryn chillin&apos; with her cousin :-)'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SDCyE2ihKXI/AAAAAAAAAmk/dM8OuM0VuzU/s72-c/DSC01798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-997001990864732186</id><published>2008-05-12T21:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T22:13:36.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamryn's photographs</title><content type='html'>Kamryn has become quite the photographer...she personally enjoys taking random close-up pictures of herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCkjZWihKTI/AAAAAAAAAmE/MdLKSUwF4n8/s1600-h/DSC01760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCkjZWihKTI/AAAAAAAAAmE/MdLKSUwF4n8/s200/DSC01760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199726163230009650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCkjZmihKUI/AAAAAAAAAmM/QK3kV0tYz84/s1600-h/DSC01762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCkjZmihKUI/AAAAAAAAAmM/QK3kV0tYz84/s200/DSC01762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199726167524976962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCkjZ2ihKVI/AAAAAAAAAmU/LOB1YEpTAMw/s1600-h/DSC01797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCkjZ2ihKVI/AAAAAAAAAmU/LOB1YEpTAMw/s200/DSC01797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199726171819944274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCkjY2ihKSI/AAAAAAAAAl8/9N4vDEPA_HA/s1600-h/DSC01694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCkjY2ihKSI/AAAAAAAAAl8/9N4vDEPA_HA/s200/DSC01694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199726154640075042" 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/32918259-997001990864732186?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/997001990864732186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=997001990864732186&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/997001990864732186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/997001990864732186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/05/kamryns-photographs.html' title='Kamryn&apos;s photographs'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCkjZWihKTI/AAAAAAAAAmE/MdLKSUwF4n8/s72-c/DSC01760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-2395125141019889217</id><published>2008-05-11T22:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:56:07.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why get toys when you have a box and a phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://blip.tv/scripts/flash/showplayer.swf?enablejs=true&amp;feedurl=http%3A%2F%2FJJLLRILEY%2Eblip%2Etv%2Frss&amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Frss%2Fflash%2F904879%3Freferrer%3Dblip%2Etv%26source%3D1&amp;showplayerpath=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Fscripts%2Fflash%2Fshowplayer%2Eswf" width="400" height="255" allowfullscreen="true" id="showplayer"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://blip.tv/scripts/flash/showplayer.swf?enablejs=true&amp;feedurl=http%3A%2F%2FJJLLRILEY%2Eblip%2Etv%2Frss&amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Frss%2Fflash%2F904879%3Freferrer%3Dblip%2Etv%26source%3D1&amp;showplayerpath=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Fscripts%2Fflash%2Fshowplayer%2Eswf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="best" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blip.tv/scripts/flash/showplayer.swf?enablejs=true&amp;feedurl=http%3A%2F%2FJJLLRILEY%2Eblip%2Etv%2Frss&amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Frss%2Fflash%2F904879%3Freferrer%3Dblip%2Etv%26source%3D1&amp;showplayerpath=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Fscripts%2Fflash%2Fshowplayer%2Eswf" quality="best" width="400" height="255" name="showplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-2395125141019889217?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/2395125141019889217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=2395125141019889217&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/2395125141019889217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/2395125141019889217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-get-toys-when-you-have-box-and_11.html' title='Why get toys when you have a box and a phone'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451779510460930983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh4.google.com/jjllriley/Ry7IBniHzdI/AAAAAAAAARA/0Ysf93kV7uk/DSC00829.JPG?imgmax=800'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-5455813489933211832</id><published>2008-05-10T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T23:11:07.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams really do come true!</title><content type='html'>From our previous post, you might guess that Jason and I just celebrated our 4-year anniversary. Well, this year Jason really outdid himself. Its been a known fact that Jason has never, truly been able to surprise me. Somehow or other, I always know what we are going to do for birthdays, anniversaries, etc... Well, this year he was determined to surprise me and he did just that. Our anniversary was Thursday, but we celebrated on Friday. We dropped Kamryn off at my friend, Heather's house and we were off. (A huge thanks goes out to Heather for watching Kamryn for us from 10am to 10pm...and we apologize that you had to witness one of her classic tantrums...we owe you!) . Anyhow, Jason started by driving the most random way to Disneyland. He wanted to throw me off by taking the 10 to the 605 to the 5 and for those who know the area....that is not the most direct route. So, we get to Disneyland and he "calls Ron to sign us in." (Ron is our good friend who works at the Dland hotel and usually signs us in). So we go to allegedly meet him and once we get there, Jason then tells me we are not waiting for Ron and to wait while he gets our tickets at Guest Relations. At this point, I am still totally baffled. We get into the park and start going on rides and goofing around and having a blast on all the big kid rides.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am on a segway.  They were letting you ride these things at the "Innoventions" place in Tomorrowland.  It was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCaIpx1tC1I/AAAAAAAAAlU/rZNxTzD5ye0/s1600-h/DSC01765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCaIpx1tC1I/AAAAAAAAAlU/rZNxTzD5ye0/s320/DSC01765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198993071180417874" 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;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, soon enough, the surprise is revealed...and I have one word and a number for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLUB 33!!!!!  Holy crap, I almost threw up.  This has been a dream of mine for years now.  For those who don't know, it is an exclusive Disneyland club that you can only get into if you know a member.  Walt Disney used to entertain his friends here, so after he died they turned it into this fancy shmancy club.  Jason has a friend at work, whose father is a member and he hooked us up.  Jason has had this reservation for THREE MONTHS and I never knew until the day we got there.  He done himself proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCaIqh1tC2I/AAAAAAAAAlc/fJ2ocGsLswk/s1600-h/DSC01773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCaIqh1tC2I/AAAAAAAAAlc/fJ2ocGsLswk/s320/DSC01773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198993084065319778" 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;I was debating whether or not to post this picture because of how hideous I look in it, but I decided to post it anyway so you could all see the extreme giddiness that is plastered all over my goofy looking face.  This is a picture of us riding up in the French lift (elevator).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCaIqx1tC3I/AAAAAAAAAlk/UgzcVuU64pg/s1600-h/DSC01775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCaIqx1tC3I/AAAAAAAAAlk/UgzcVuU64pg/s320/DSC01775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198993088360287090" 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;Yes, I took a picture of my food....just so you could see the 33 on the plate.  I ordered the Filet de Chateau briane (I probably just butchered the spelling on that) and Jason got the 5 course meal with the New York Strip Steak.  This food was divine...and it better be for the pretty penny it cost us.  I was not let down in the slightest with my experience here.  Everything was so fancy, from the Evian water they poured us to our waiter whose name was Alistair.  But as fancy as it was, everyone there was so nice and seemed down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCaIrB1tC4I/AAAAAAAAAls/FXf-6sQLLaE/s1600-h/DSC01777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCaIrB1tC4I/AAAAAAAAAls/FXf-6sQLLaE/s320/DSC01777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198993092655254402" 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;They even offered to take pictures of us, without us even asking.  It was truly a magical and romantic evening and I am so grateful to my husband for realizing one of my dreams and making it come true.  You rock my world Jason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCaIrR1tC5I/AAAAAAAAAl0/HWbC5HpOUXU/s1600-h/DSC01789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCaIrR1tC5I/AAAAAAAAAl0/HWbC5HpOUXU/s320/DSC01789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198993096950221714" 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/32918259-5455813489933211832?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5455813489933211832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=5455813489933211832&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5455813489933211832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5455813489933211832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/05/dreams-really-do-come-true.html' title='Dreams really do come true!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCaIpx1tC1I/AAAAAAAAAlU/rZNxTzD5ye0/s72-c/DSC01765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-7222626861587288844</id><published>2008-05-08T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T20:44:07.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 years and counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCPIartw0XI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Jq4HMCzWA5o/s1600-h/IM000477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCPIartw0XI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Jq4HMCzWA5o/s320/IM000477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198218755652505970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                It's been 4 wonderful years and we have an eternity to go.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-7222626861587288844?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/7222626861587288844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=7222626861587288844&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/7222626861587288844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/7222626861587288844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/05/4-years-and-counting.html' title='4 years and counting...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCPIartw0XI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Jq4HMCzWA5o/s72-c/IM000477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-1680685018602096678</id><published>2008-05-07T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:19:30.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for you babe!</title><content type='html'>I couldn't let the day go by without wishing my husband "Happy Birthday." He's 27 years young and he does his best to not rub it in my face that I will be 30 this year. Yes, 30. So, here's to my young'un of a husband. I love you babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see why I married him?  :-)  Check out that profile.  How did I get so lucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCJ7yrtw0OI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xoflBKhMu9k/s1600-h/Blogphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCJ7yrtw0OI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xoflBKhMu9k/s320/Blogphoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197853030597316834" 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;He so wishes he could have a car that looks like this.  This toy version he couldn't even afford. I think that car was $50,000 (no joke).  Jason definitely has expensive taste...which I hope benefits me in the long run. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCJ7y7tw0PI/AAAAAAAAAkM/w2SU6h9dxOs/s1600-h/IM000551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCJ7y7tw0PI/AAAAAAAAAkM/w2SU6h9dxOs/s320/IM000551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197853034892284146" 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;Just when I thought life couldn't get any better, Kamryn came along and Jason transformed into "Super Dad."  He can't get enough of his little girl and she loves playing with her Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCJ7z7tw0RI/AAAAAAAAAkc/rV1h-NHH2ts/s1600-h/DSC00927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCJ7z7tw0RI/AAAAAAAAAkc/rV1h-NHH2ts/s320/DSC00927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197853052072153362" 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;Jason loves the girls in his life and he makes sure to tell us every day how much he loves us.  He is not afraid to share his feelings and I love that about him.  He truly is the love of my life and I thank my Heavenly Father every day for blessing me with such an adoring husband and father.  Babe, I hope you had a wonderful birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCJ7zbtw0QI/AAAAAAAAAkU/9teuRe2eKEE/s1600-h/DSC00334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCJ7zbtw0QI/AAAAAAAAAkU/9teuRe2eKEE/s320/DSC00334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197853043482218754" 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/32918259-1680685018602096678?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/1680685018602096678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=1680685018602096678&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/1680685018602096678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/1680685018602096678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-ones-for-you-babe.html' title='This one&apos;s for you babe!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SCJ7yrtw0OI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xoflBKhMu9k/s72-c/Blogphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-5266950290403460864</id><published>2008-05-04T23:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:18:42.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamryn looks more like daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/K/storage/site1/files/07/70/32/077032_030747876ae184kp2n4p29.JPG" width="435" height="470" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter"  &gt;Look-alike Meter&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/pedigree"  &gt;Pedigree&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/antique-photos"  &gt;Antique photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-5266950290403460864?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5266950290403460864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=5266950290403460864&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5266950290403460864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5266950290403460864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/05/kamryn-looks-more-like-daddy.html' title='Kamryn looks more like daddy'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-7380860610542977085</id><published>2008-05-04T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:01:16.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy's celebrity look-a-likes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/K/7_6/enkp32_412301d22ae184z8hebo32" width="202" height="454" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com/collage&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-7380860610542977085?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/7380860610542977085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=7380860610542977085&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/7380860610542977085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/7380860610542977085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/05/amys-celebrity-look-likes.html' title='Amy&apos;s celebrity look-a-likes'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451779510460930983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh4.google.com/jjllriley/Ry7IBniHzdI/AAAAAAAAARA/0Ysf93kV7uk/DSC00829.JPG?imgmax=800'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-6707269144522755499</id><published>2008-05-02T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T12:41:54.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is Amy Riley....and I have an addiction.</title><content type='html'>I have a problem. When I need to buy groceries, I sit down to write my list, but this isn't just any list. It is a bunch of lists. Then, after I make my lists I sit and wonder which grocery store I should visit first.  Below are the stores I visit plus Stater Bros...which I couldn't find a logo to post here.  Anyhow,  at first it started off with just a few, but soon recommendations were made and I had to check out some others and now it is a smörgåsbord of grocery stores.  At first, it was about finding the best place to buy cheap produce, or the best place to find healthy snacks for Kamryn or the best place to buy in bulk (that one is obvious)...but what it really comes down to is that I just enjoy going to different grocery stores.  There is something refreshing about not walking down the same aisles everytime I go to the store.  Each day I get to visit a different place.  Okay, so I don't go to a grocery store every day, but some weeks I have found myself visiting 5 different grocery stores.  Crazy you say? I bet I'm not the only one....just the only one who will admit it.  I figure I'll eventually burn out....but for now, an addiction it is and an addiction it will stay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBteVD6FmsI/AAAAAAAAAj0/i5_CI_EOhm8/s1600-h/winco2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBteVD6FmsI/AAAAAAAAAj0/i5_CI_EOhm8/s320/winco2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195850311021206210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBteVT6FmtI/AAAAAAAAAj8/foTTRtJsTI8/s1600-h/albertsons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBteVT6FmtI/AAAAAAAAAj8/foTTRtJsTI8/s320/albertsons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195850315316173522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBtdkT6FmnI/AAAAAAAAAjM/SY3nnBh738Q/s1600-h/sprouts.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBtdkT6FmnI/AAAAAAAAAjM/SY3nnBh738Q/s320/sprouts.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195849473502583410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBtdkT6FmoI/AAAAAAAAAjU/xjpLTh_OT5I/s1600-h/Top_Costco_Logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBtdkT6FmoI/AAAAAAAAAjU/xjpLTh_OT5I/s320/Top_Costco_Logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195849473502583426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBtdkj6FmpI/AAAAAAAAAjc/upAo2CEzShI/s1600-h/traderjoes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBtdkj6FmpI/AAAAAAAAAjc/upAo2CEzShI/s320/traderjoes.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195849477797550738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBtdkj6FmqI/AAAAAAAAAjk/k5XKrhsmbnY/s1600-h/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBtdkj6FmqI/AAAAAAAAAjk/k5XKrhsmbnY/s320/logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195849477797550754" 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/32918259-6707269144522755499?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/6707269144522755499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=6707269144522755499&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6707269144522755499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6707269144522755499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-name-is-amy-rileyand-i-have.html' title='My name is Amy Riley....and I have an addiction.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBteVD6FmsI/AAAAAAAAAj0/i5_CI_EOhm8/s72-c/winco2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-312160652709235060</id><published>2008-04-29T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T22:13:42.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday LIttle Brother!</title><content type='html'>My brother turned the big 28 today so I just wanted to send him a shout out from his big sister. He's getting married on June 18th...needless to say, I'm very excited for him. He picked a good girl. Here is a picture of him and Whitney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBf98T6FmjI/AAAAAAAAAis/ySMpV3DNsf8/s1600-h/DSC01499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBf98T6FmjI/AAAAAAAAAis/ySMpV3DNsf8/s320/DSC01499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194899907773045298" 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;Here are some pictures of "uncle" with Kamryn.  For some reason, Aaron is only known as "uncle" and nothing else.  It's Uncle Jeremy and Uncle John, but Aaron is just plain "uncle."  The more I type that word, the weirder it starts to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBf9-D6FmmI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Jxi1-nYEdaY/s1600-h/DSC00532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBf9-D6FmmI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Jxi1-nYEdaY/s320/DSC00532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194899937837816418" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBf99j6FmlI/AAAAAAAAAi8/bECfnbdN7no/s1600-h/DSC00539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBf99j6FmlI/AAAAAAAAAi8/bECfnbdN7no/s320/DSC00539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194899929247881810" 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;But back to Aaron,  I am grateful I had him growing up...we made some great memories together.  He may try to deny it, but he was the best at playing house with the Teddy Bears...and he was one of the few who could take me on the blue barrels.  He made growing up fun!  Love you little bro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-312160652709235060?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/312160652709235060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=312160652709235060&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/312160652709235060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/312160652709235060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-little-brother.html' title='Happy Birthday LIttle Brother!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBf98T6FmjI/AAAAAAAAAis/ySMpV3DNsf8/s72-c/DSC01499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-6612069840508372052</id><published>2008-04-27T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T08:23:54.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun in the sun</title><content type='html'>We took a trip to the beach with some friends on Saturday and it was bliss.  We even found parking right when we arrived, which was the exact opposite of what happened last time we went to the beach (don't ask).  Notice in the pictures that at one point, Kamryn ran toward the waves before Amy could catch up and she got rolled by a tiny wave; hence, the shots of her hair covered in sand.  Kamryn wouldn't took a nap at the beach, but when we left at about 5 pm she couldn't stay awake for the walk to the car and was out until we got some food at the Hat back in Upland.  We go to the Hat about once a year due to the fact that the food can stop your heart if consumed more than once a year, but I highly recommend the pastrami burger.  It is so choice.  We were at the beach for about 7 hours and luckily, Amy and I were the only ones who got burned at all.  Kamryn fared well over all and we had a good time with all of our friends (and there were a lot of us there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/SBVNijEqLZI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/80NTylJADdc/s1600-h/DSC01731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/SBVNijEqLZI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/80NTylJADdc/s200/DSC01731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194143001167408530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/SBVMqDEqLXI/AAAAAAAAAaA/YukjOsE8dFc/s1600-h/DSC01725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/SBVMqDEqLXI/AAAAAAAAAaA/YukjOsE8dFc/s200/DSC01725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194142030504799602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/SBVMqzEqLYI/AAAAAAAAAaI/aAmWT6K_3ic/s1600-h/DSC01738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/SBVMqzEqLYI/AAAAAAAAAaI/aAmWT6K_3ic/s200/DSC01738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194142043389701506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/SBVJbDEqLTI/AAAAAAAAAZg/vVzASMeqBD0/s1600-h/DSC01747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/SBVJbDEqLTI/AAAAAAAAAZg/vVzASMeqBD0/s200/DSC01747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194138474271878450" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/SBVJbTEqLUI/AAAAAAAAAZo/cxqGepun9Q4/s1600-h/DSC01748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/SBVJbTEqLUI/AAAAAAAAAZo/cxqGepun9Q4/s200/DSC01748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194138478566845762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/SBVJbzEqLWI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/BaC13wjP2Mw/s1600-h/DSC01734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/SBVJbzEqLWI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/BaC13wjP2Mw/s200/DSC01734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194138487156780386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/SBVHqzEqLPI/AAAAAAAAAZA/1fXKTMVEV1w/s1600-h/DSC01724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/SBVHqzEqLPI/AAAAAAAAAZA/1fXKTMVEV1w/s200/DSC01724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194136545831562482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/SBVHrzEqLRI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/6GKu3IE_ZTo/s1600-h/DSC01746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/SBVHrzEqLRI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/6GKu3IE_ZTo/s200/DSC01746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194136563011431698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/SBVJbjEqLVI/AAAAAAAAAZw/bUcnZDlDZmA/s1600-h/DSC01749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/SBVJbjEqLVI/AAAAAAAAAZw/bUcnZDlDZmA/s200/DSC01749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194138482861813074" 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/32918259-6612069840508372052?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/6612069840508372052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=6612069840508372052&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6612069840508372052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6612069840508372052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/04/fun-in-sun.html' title='fun in the sun'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451779510460930983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh4.google.com/jjllriley/Ry7IBniHzdI/AAAAAAAAARA/0Ysf93kV7uk/DSC00829.JPG?imgmax=800'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/SBVNijEqLZI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/80NTylJADdc/s72-c/DSC01731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-3191543936533540550</id><published>2008-04-26T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T19:25:46.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland again Mommy???</title><content type='html'>Disneyland again and many more times now because Mommy has a pass!! After some persuasion from my friend Kathy and a story told by Thomas S. Monson (read this months Ensign) I decided to use my Disney reward points (earned by my Visa) to get a Disneyland pass. Jason still doesn't have one, but lucky for us, if he ever does have time to go we have some friends who can get him in free. Anyhow, I was so glad I did it because we had a great time last Thursday and we can't wait to go again next week. :-) Thanks Kathy and Gaye for a wonderful time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBPi2T6FmgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/u8vqY1zsyOY/s1600-h/DSC01714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBPi2T6FmgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/u8vqY1zsyOY/s320/DSC01714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193744217973037570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBPi3D6FmiI/AAAAAAAAAik/80BBadVSjF0/s1600-h/DSC01721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBPi3D6FmiI/AAAAAAAAAik/80BBadVSjF0/s320/DSC01721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193744230857939490" 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/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBPi2j6FmhI/AAAAAAAAAic/raVAtTMJXO0/s1600-h/DSC01718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBPi2j6FmhI/AAAAAAAAAic/raVAtTMJXO0/s320/DSC01718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193744222268004882" 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/32918259-3191543936533540550?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/3191543936533540550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=3191543936533540550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/3191543936533540550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/3191543936533540550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/04/disneyland-again-mommy.html' title='Disneyland again Mommy???'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBPi2T6FmgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/u8vqY1zsyOY/s72-c/DSC01714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-5313603243322220308</id><published>2008-04-24T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T20:08:47.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This time she's taking after Daddy.</title><content type='html'>A golf club and a golf ball....need I say more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBFJyD6FmdI/AAAAAAAAAh8/OKENyygHZIw/s1600-h/DSC01705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBFJyD6FmdI/AAAAAAAAAh8/OKENyygHZIw/s320/DSC01705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193012969726122450" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBFJyj6FmeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/qQQ47yLR66g/s1600-h/DSC01709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBFJyj6FmeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/qQQ47yLR66g/s320/DSC01709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193012978316057058" 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;&lt;br /&gt;Just too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBFJyz6FmfI/AAAAAAAAAiM/hiDbvsXPzDE/s1600-h/DSC01711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBFJyz6FmfI/AAAAAAAAAiM/hiDbvsXPzDE/s320/DSC01711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193012982611024370" 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/32918259-5313603243322220308?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5313603243322220308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=5313603243322220308&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5313603243322220308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5313603243322220308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-time-shes-taking-after-daddy.html' title='This time she&apos;s taking after Daddy.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SBFJyD6FmdI/AAAAAAAAAh8/OKENyygHZIw/s72-c/DSC01705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-3977096170701394094</id><published>2008-04-22T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T19:23:27.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why get mad??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SA5_3z6FmcI/AAAAAAAAAh0/afbrd6rBCSI/s1600-h/DSC01704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SA5_3z6FmcI/AAAAAAAAAh0/afbrd6rBCSI/s320/DSC01704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192228017208138178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After an hour of time-0ut hell a few days ago with Kamryn and finally getting her to say "sorry" and behave properly,  we let her loose to go play.  Well, after a few minutes we realized it was all too quiet in the apartment.  Jason went to investigate, but I was enjoying the silence so much I just didn't feel up to seeing what Kamryn was getting herself into.  When Jason called me, the tone of his voice made me think it mustn't be good.  I walked into our bedroom, which I swore I had shut the door but obviously not, and saw Kamryn with a bunch of my makeup on the ground and a lot of lipstick on her face.  I was just too tired to be mad that she had ruined my favorite lipstick and instead told Jason to get the camera...I mean, how many books or shows are there that show the kid getting into Mom's makeup.  So, I laughed, took a picture and then told Kamryn that we shouldn't play with my makeup.  Then she got a nice bath and went to sleep.  Evening over....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-3977096170701394094?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/3977096170701394094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=3977096170701394094&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/3977096170701394094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/3977096170701394094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-get-mad.html' title='Why get mad??'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SA5_3z6FmcI/AAAAAAAAAh0/afbrd6rBCSI/s72-c/DSC01704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-7135390591884151649</id><published>2008-04-21T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T16:24:59.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamryn and Kameryn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SA0VoKzbqOI/AAAAAAAAAhc/ui9FmXO_nQU/s1600-h/DSC01695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SA0VoKzbqOI/AAAAAAAAAhc/ui9FmXO_nQU/s320/DSC01695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191829725267077346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My good friend Paige and I were pregnant at the same time with girls.  We hadn't seen each other in a way and towards the end of our pregnancies we were talking on the phone about what we were going to name our future daughters.  We were both shocked and dismayed that we had chosen the exact same name without ever discussing this earlier ever.  But we both decided we would go ahead with the names we chosen because we both felt really strongly about them.  So, now we both have a Kamryn...with the only difference being that Paige's daughter has an "e" thrown in hers.  I think our daughters get confused sometimes but when they get older, they'll figure it out.  So, here are some pictures of the two Kamryn's at Paige's beautiful home in Laguna Niguel.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SA0VoqzbqPI/AAAAAAAAAhk/AW5li8JyMK8/s1600-h/DSC01698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SA0VoqzbqPI/AAAAAAAAAhk/AW5li8JyMK8/s320/DSC01698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191829733857011954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SA0Vo6zbqQI/AAAAAAAAAhs/sgI7-5ETu0k/s1600-h/DSC01700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SA0Vo6zbqQI/AAAAAAAAAhs/sgI7-5ETu0k/s320/DSC01700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191829738151979266" 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/32918259-7135390591884151649?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/7135390591884151649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=7135390591884151649&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/7135390591884151649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/7135390591884151649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/04/kamryn-and-kameryn.html' title='Kamryn and Kameryn'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SA0VoKzbqOI/AAAAAAAAAhc/ui9FmXO_nQU/s72-c/DSC01695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-192100652610568636</id><published>2008-04-18T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:05:14.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy, Happy Birthday Suzanne Dear....</title><content type='html'>It is time to celebrate a siblings birthday once again. This time, it's my older sister Suzanne whose special day is today, April 18th.  As you can see from the pictures, she is the prettier one. :-)  She will probably get mad at me for saying that, but I just mean that she is beautiful, and not just on the outside.  Everytime I'm with her, I'm inspired to be better...be healthier, happier, more spiritually in tune...I just can't say enough good things about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are together at my baby shower.  It meant a lot to me that she was there, especially since my Mom was in Utah and unable to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SAjm5wztXDI/AAAAAAAAAhA/xfHC2DF9fTI/s1600-h/DSC00139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SAjm5wztXDI/AAAAAAAAAhA/xfHC2DF9fTI/s320/DSC00139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190652450573212722" 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;Here she is holding Kamryn a week or so after she was born.  She is a wonderful aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SAjm6gztXEI/AAAAAAAAAhI/qSZ8EyQyMao/s1600-h/DSC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SAjm6gztXEI/AAAAAAAAAhI/qSZ8EyQyMao/s320/DSC00240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190652463458114626" 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;Here we are at her house for Thanksgiving.  She is also an amazing cook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SAjm7AztXFI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/yCqM2cYh8bg/s1600-h/DSC00540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SAjm7AztXFI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/yCqM2cYh8bg/s320/DSC00540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190652472048049234" 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;My sister and I have become extremely close, especially since I've been married and how grateful I am for her friendship.  I love you Suzanne and hope you have a fabulous birthday.  I'll take you out to celebrate soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-192100652610568636?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/192100652610568636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=192100652610568636&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/192100652610568636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/192100652610568636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-happy-birthday-suzanne-dear.html' title='Happy, Happy Birthday Suzanne Dear....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SAjm5wztXDI/AAAAAAAAAhA/xfHC2DF9fTI/s72-c/DSC00139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-600723231256656230</id><published>2008-04-15T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T13:03:27.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocks and A Box!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SAVhCgztXAI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ruaeW_f68C8/s1600-h/DSC01678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SAVhCgztXAI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ruaeW_f68C8/s200/DSC01678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189660841408814082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I've come to a decision and that is I no longer need to purchase overpriced toys for my daughter.  She has had more fun playing with rocks in a sink full of water and riding in a box with Daddy as driver.  This is good for all of you out there who may attend birthday parties for her in the future.  Just pick a rock up from the ground or grab a box from behind a store, and voila, you have the best present my daughter could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SAWDOwztXBI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ArQzBTxCMxQ/s1600-h/DSC01681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SAWDOwztXBI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ArQzBTxCMxQ/s200/DSC01681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189698435257555986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SAWDPAztXCI/AAAAAAAAAg4/GZAWK6e6UbM/s1600-h/DSC01684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SAWDPAztXCI/AAAAAAAAAg4/GZAWK6e6UbM/s200/DSC01684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189698439552523298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SAVhCgztXAI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ruaeW_f68C8/s1600-h/DSC01678.JPG"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-600723231256656230?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/600723231256656230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=600723231256656230&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/600723231256656230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/600723231256656230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/04/rocks-and-box.html' title='Rocks and A Box!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SAVhCgztXAI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ruaeW_f68C8/s72-c/DSC01678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-4744133181695600399</id><published>2008-04-13T21:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:12:28.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are so proud of Aunt Kristyn!</title><content type='html'>We were so excited last week when Kristyn's book, "Cool Daddy Rat," was delivered to our door.  Jason's sister, Kristyn, is a newly published children's book author and let me tell you....she is gifted.  Her first published book is so cute and fun to read.  Jason had a very special moment reading the book to Kamryn.  Here are some pictures and even a video of Jason reading part of this jazzy story.  :-)  Kristyn....you are so talented and we can't WAIT to get your next book this summer, "Bedtime at the Swamp." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SALkgQztWxI/AAAAAAAAAeE/H_1mgqPxmF4/s1600-h/DSC01685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SALkgQztWxI/AAAAAAAAAeE/H_1mgqPxmF4/s320/DSC01685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188960963603028754" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/SALkhAztWyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/hi6vrdgJmuA/s1600-h/DSC01686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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Kissing boys already?  Well, it was too cute for words.  I was watching my friends son, Jaxson, and I told Kamryn to give Jaxson a hug.  Well, she went in for the hug, but Jaxson went in for the kiss.  After that kiss, she wouldn't let poor Jaxson alone.  She was all smiles and just thought he was so much fun.  Poor Jaxson may regret that kiss now. :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R_037F6mfgI/AAAAAAAAAd0/C1AqF1n3dcw/s1600-h/DSC01674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R_037F6mfgI/AAAAAAAAAd0/C1AqF1n3dcw/s320/DSC01674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187363834140458498" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R_037l6mfhI/AAAAAAAAAd8/PS-DPvM7GYE/s1600-h/DSC01676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R_037l6mfhI/AAAAAAAAAd8/PS-DPvM7GYE/s320/DSC01676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187363842730393106" 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/32918259-5593119671541722942?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5593119671541722942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=5593119671541722942&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5593119671541722942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5593119671541722942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/04/kamryns-first-kiss.html' title='Kamryn&apos;s First Kiss'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R_037F6mfgI/AAAAAAAAAd0/C1AqF1n3dcw/s72-c/DSC01674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-5696719325971972334</id><published>2008-04-08T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T10:18:44.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking in her Mommy's footsteps!</title><content type='html'>Kamryn has a new "thing."  She enjoys walking around in Mommy and Daddy's shoes.  These pictures are of her in my shoes and considering how small her feet are and how large mine are she does pretty well in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R_unTmvJ-3I/AAAAAAAAAdU/l6aXSNdIJaI/s1600-h/DSC01663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R_unTmvJ-3I/AAAAAAAAAdU/l6aXSNdIJaI/s320/DSC01663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186923351104945010" 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;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R_unT2vJ-4I/AAAAAAAAAdc/SexvTcYY-QE/s1600-h/DSC01664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R_unT2vJ-4I/AAAAAAAAAdc/SexvTcYY-QE/s320/DSC01664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186923355399912322" 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;Here she is truly following in my footsteps.  We were over at the Bartletts last week and Clint took out his guitar and started playing.  Wow, did Kamryn ever love that.  She was dancing to his music and strumming on the guitar with him. (By the way, for those of you who know Clint...he is a great singer.  Very Jack Johnsonesque) All of a sudden, I felt like an idiot.  I had a wonderful guitar, given to me by my parents, just sitting at home dying to be played again.  Kamryn has never heard my play the guitar because I have been a loser and not touched since I got pregnant...if not longer.  So, thanks to Clint for inspiring me to bring the guitar out once again.  Its something I can share with my daughter and its a talent I've been putting on the back burner for way too long.  So, here's to starting it up again.  Lets hope I can keep it up because it is something I have really missed doing. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R_unUGvJ-5I/AAAAAAAAAdk/gXIPgOFpK8s/s1600-h/DSC01668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R_unUGvJ-5I/AAAAAAAAAdk/gXIPgOFpK8s/s320/DSC01668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186923359694879634" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R_unUWvJ-6I/AAAAAAAAAds/y995QEARSvA/s1600-h/DSC01672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R_unUWvJ-6I/AAAAAAAAAds/y995QEARSvA/s320/DSC01672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186923363989846946" 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/32918259-5696719325971972334?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5696719325971972334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=5696719325971972334&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5696719325971972334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5696719325971972334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/04/walking-in-her-mommys-footsteps.html' title='Walking in her Mommy&apos;s footsteps!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R_unTmvJ-3I/AAAAAAAAAdU/l6aXSNdIJaI/s72-c/DSC01663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-4507141070386677995</id><published>2008-04-02T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:29:40.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could you imagine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R_RlDWvJ-2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/BNCPyugYS8o/s1600-h/snoop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R_RlDWvJ-2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/BNCPyugYS8o/s320/snoop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184880179327662946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Click &lt;a href="http://www.benderboyz.com/2008/SHOWBIZ/Music/04/01/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read the article.  I'm assuming this was an April Fools Joke...but I still had to share.  Could you imagine Snoop joining the Mormon Tabernacle Choir?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-4507141070386677995?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4507141070386677995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=4507141070386677995&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/4507141070386677995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/4507141070386677995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-this-for-real.html' title='Could you imagine?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R_RlDWvJ-2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/BNCPyugYS8o/s72-c/snoop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-6934989814293740696</id><published>2008-03-27T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T13:58:06.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The day has finally come, and the first book has been released.  After waiting so long for the book to be illustrated and produced, my sister Kristyn finally has a book out there on the shelves.  We are so proud!  We hope that those of you looking for a new book for your kids will consider &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cool Daddy Rat&lt;/span&gt;!  And, if you like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cool Daddy Rat&lt;/span&gt;, don't worry, she has at least two more  books being published!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/R-wHV4qsWQI/AAAAAAAAAXY/vW-YoUO586c/s1600-h/nowinstorescrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/R-wHV4qsWQI/AAAAAAAAAXY/vW-YoUO586c/s200/nowinstorescrop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182525343766698242" 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/32918259-6934989814293740696?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/6934989814293740696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=6934989814293740696&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6934989814293740696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6934989814293740696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-has-finally-come-and-first-book-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451779510460930983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh4.google.com/jjllriley/Ry7IBniHzdI/AAAAAAAAARA/0Ysf93kV7uk/DSC00829.JPG?imgmax=800'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/R-wHV4qsWQI/AAAAAAAAAXY/vW-YoUO586c/s72-c/nowinstorescrop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-4630348249507821310</id><published>2008-03-26T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:48:27.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to show why he's my favorite....</title><content type='html'>Earlier, I posted that my favorite American Idol contestant was David Cook.  After last night, I decided to just do one more post about this guy and just show his awesome performances.  So enjoy!  Oh, and I apologize for all the nonsense before and after the singing and I apologize for Randy and Paula's lame comments.  I'm not a big fan of all the fluff surrounding the actual performances, but its a sacrifice I make in order to watch great singers like this guy.  (And please, for those who can't stand this show and think I'm lame for even posting this...be gentle.  I don't want to have to get ugly with you).   :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nights performance of "Billy Jean:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.givememyremote.com/remote/david-cook-singing-billie-jean-watch/"&gt;http://www.givememyremote.com/remote/david-cook-singing-billie-jean-watch/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.givememyremote.com/remote/david-cook-singing-billie-jean-watch/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performance of "Hello:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.givememyremote.com/remote/david-cook-singing-hello-watch-video/"&gt;http://www.givememyremote.com/remote/david-cook-singing-hello-watch-video/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performance of "Eleanor Rigby:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.givememyremote.com/remote/david-cook-eleanor-rigby-watch/"&gt;http://www.givememyremote.com/remote/david-cook-eleanor-rigby-watch/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-4630348249507821310?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4630348249507821310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=4630348249507821310&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/4630348249507821310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/4630348249507821310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-to-show-why-hes-my-favorite.html' title='Just to show why he&apos;s my favorite....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-5077558767579607001</id><published>2008-03-24T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T17:56:16.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few Easter pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R-h8fmvJ-1I/AAAAAAAAAdA/dsFl2htDQpU/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R-h8fmvJ-1I/AAAAAAAAAdA/dsFl2htDQpU/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181528253705878354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks Suzanne for letting us come down for dinner.  We had a great time and the dinner was delicious.  Kamryn loved seeing Grandma again too. We miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great Easter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-5077558767579607001?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5077558767579607001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=5077558767579607001&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5077558767579607001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5077558767579607001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/03/few-easer-pictures.html' title='A few Easter pictures!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R-h8fmvJ-1I/AAAAAAAAAdA/dsFl2htDQpU/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-125131884097206414</id><published>2008-03-24T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T21:12:19.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wedding and a Reunion</title><content type='html'>So Saturday was quite a busy day.  My cousin, Nic Hess (on my Dad's side) got married at 1pm in Escondido, CA which made for a nice little drive.  Luckily, we had someone watching Kamryn so we didn't have to worry about her while we were at this lovely, but very hot and long wedding.  The wedding and reception were outside and it happened to be a hot day in So Cal.  It didn't help that I wasn't feeling well already so I think I had a fever adding to the heat.  But it was worth it to witness my cousin, Nic and Cheyenne getting married.  Check out the happy couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R-h3emvJ-zI/AAAAAAAAAcw/sXIuj7iZomE/s1600-h/DSC01645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R-h3emvJ-zI/AAAAAAAAAcw/sXIuj7iZomE/s320/DSC01645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181522738967870258" 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;Well, we weren't able to stay for the whole reception because some friends from my old stake had planned a reunion for those from the "Love Fest" generation...which was quite a span of years.  "Love Fest" was a party the kids from our stake would put on and we would invite members and non-members alike to join in some fun festivities and we made it a point that no alcohol or smoking would be allowed.  Any kids who tried to sneak that crap in was immediately escorted out, but usually there was no problem since most kids enjoyed our sober parties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this reunion was at the Holiday Skate Rink in Orange.  This is a classic location since we all grew up having school parties and such there.  I was quite impressed with the turn out and I was able to see many old friends.  Jason even saw a lot of his cousins there since I grew up with them in the same stake.  So we enjoyed ourselves immensely and I want to thank Heather and Megan for planning such a great event!  I hope we keep this tradition going.  And I'm pretty annoyed that I didn't bring my camera out and snap some shots.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I finish writing this, I realize that especially without pictures, most of you aren't really going to care about this lengthy, journal type entry.  So I apologize.  More interesting blogs are on their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-125131884097206414?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/125131884097206414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=125131884097206414&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/125131884097206414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/125131884097206414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/03/wedding-and-reunion.html' title='A Wedding and a Reunion'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R-h3emvJ-zI/AAAAAAAAAcw/sXIuj7iZomE/s72-c/DSC01645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-6735817103445813978</id><published>2008-03-19T16:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T16:20:16.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She may look sweet and innocent now.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R-GfpWvJ-yI/AAAAAAAAAco/d90CCvQ18U4/s1600-h/DSC01644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R-GfpWvJ-yI/AAAAAAAAAco/d90CCvQ18U4/s320/DSC01644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179596579279600418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R-GeN2vJ-wI/AAAAAAAAAcY/C8GA03LaCfI/s1600-h/DSC01641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R-GeN2vJ-wI/AAAAAAAAAcY/C8GA03LaCfI/s320/DSC01641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179595007321570050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Try taking these balloons away from her at bedtime....not so cute anymore.  I thought it was a good idea to bring home balloons for her from the Relief Society birthday event...and at first, I enjoyed watching her walking around holding the balloons, so I snapped a few pictures.  I was unable to get pictures of her extremely unhappy face and besides, that wouldn't have done justice to the screams she let out.  That red hair...blessing or curse?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-6735817103445813978?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/6735817103445813978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=6735817103445813978&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6735817103445813978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6735817103445813978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/03/she-may-look-sweet-and-innocent-now.html' title='She may look sweet and innocent now.....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R-GfpWvJ-yI/AAAAAAAAAco/d90CCvQ18U4/s72-c/DSC01644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-5287307185427932947</id><published>2008-03-16T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T13:40:24.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland!!!!</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday we went to Disneyland with my brother John and his wife Jodi and their kids.  Unbeknownst to us, Amy's sister Suzanne and her husband Dave were there on the same day with their kids.  Unfortunately, we did not run into each other.  Anyway it was a really nice day and we had tons of fun watching Kamryn who was completely enthralled with Mickey and all the other characters she has seen so many times on TV.    So I have posted a few short videos and some photos for all to check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/R94F-plo7qI/AAAAAAAAAXE/AdPLCEs7VDA/s1600-h/DSC01619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/R94F-plo7qI/AAAAAAAAAXE/AdPLCEs7VDA/s400/DSC01619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178583195396402850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/R94A35lo7pI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Gah_P1jkiPA/s1600-h/DSC01615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/R94A35lo7pI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Gah_P1jkiPA/s400/DSC01615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178577581874146962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://blip.tv/scripts/flash/showplayer.swf?enablejs=true&amp;amp;feedurl=http%3A%2F%2FJJLLRILEY%2Eblip%2Etv%2Frss&amp;amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Frss%2Fflash%2F755760&amp;amp;showplayerpath=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Fscripts%2Fflash%2Fshowplayer%2Eswf" allowfullscreen="true" id="showplayer" height="255" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://blip.tv/scripts/flash/showplayer.swf?enablejs=true&amp;amp;feedurl=http%3A%2F%2FJJLLRILEY%2Eblip%2Etv%2Frss&amp;amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Frss%2Fflash%2F755760&amp;amp;showplayerpath=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Fscripts%2Fflash%2Fshowplayer%2Eswf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="best"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blip.tv/scripts/flash/showplayer.swf?enablejs=true&amp;amp;feedurl=http%3A%2F%2FJJLLRILEY%2Eblip%2Etv%2Frss&amp;amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Frss%2Fflash%2F755760&amp;amp;showplayerpath=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Fscripts%2Fflash%2Fshowplayer%2Eswf" quality="best" name="showplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="255" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://blip.tv/scripts/flash/showplayer.swf?enablejs=true&amp;amp;feedurl=http%3A%2F%2FJJLLRILEY%2Eblip%2Etv%2Frss&amp;amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Frss%2Fflash%2F755773&amp;amp;showplayerpath=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Fscripts%2Fflash%2Fshowplayer%2Eswf" allowfullscreen="true" id="showplayer" height="255" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://blip.tv/scripts/flash/showplayer.swf?enablejs=true&amp;amp;feedurl=http%3A%2F%2FJJLLRILEY%2Eblip%2Etv%2Frss&amp;amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Frss%2Fflash%2F755773&amp;amp;showplayerpath=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Fscripts%2Fflash%2Fshowplayer%2Eswf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="best"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blip.tv/scripts/flash/showplayer.swf?enablejs=true&amp;amp;feedurl=http%3A%2F%2FJJLLRILEY%2Eblip%2Etv%2Frss&amp;amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Frss%2Fflash%2F755773&amp;amp;showplayerpath=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Fscripts%2Fflash%2Fshowplayer%2Eswf" quality="best" name="showplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="255" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-5287307185427932947?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5287307185427932947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=5287307185427932947&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5287307185427932947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5287307185427932947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/03/disneyland.html' title='Disneyland!!!!'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451779510460930983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh4.google.com/jjllriley/Ry7IBniHzdI/AAAAAAAAARA/0Ysf93kV7uk/DSC00829.JPG?imgmax=800'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73F-CfsacI8/R94F-plo7qI/AAAAAAAAAXE/AdPLCEs7VDA/s72-c/DSC01619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-6448610847267359618</id><published>2008-03-13T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:59:24.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory of...</title><content type='html'>When Jason and I first met, we quickly discovered a couple things we had in common. We both lost a parent to cancer and they were both put to rest in the same cemetery in Claremont. So last Sunday when Jason's brother John and his family came over to visit, they decided they wanted to visit their mothers gravesite. The nice thing for me is, I am able to go visit my Dad's site as well. It was a special day for both Jason and I and a day where Kamryn was able to learn more about her Grandma and Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Riley is looking down and smiling at her beautiful grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R9mBk2G4yYI/AAAAAAAAAbs/M9LAV-uN3L4/s1600-h/DSC01560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R9mBk2G4yYI/AAAAAAAAAbs/M9LAV-uN3L4/s320/DSC01560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177311716638771586" 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;Jason with his older brother, John.  How cute...they even posed the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R9mBo2G4yZI/AAAAAAAAAb0/BwyrJKeAIbg/s1600-h/DSC01562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R9mBo2G4yZI/AAAAAAAAAb0/BwyrJKeAIbg/s320/DSC01562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177311785358248338" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R9mBrGG4yaI/AAAAAAAAAb8/f1sG_kYQBIE/s1600-h/DSC01569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R9mBrGG4yaI/AAAAAAAAAb8/f1sG_kYQBIE/s320/DSC01569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177311824012954018" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R9mBuGG4ybI/AAAAAAAAAcE/MaUEhBsq46s/s1600-h/DSC01577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R9mBuGG4ybI/AAAAAAAAAcE/MaUEhBsq46s/s320/DSC01577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177311875552561586" 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;Kamryn loves her cousin Bryson.  Just another picture perfect moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R9mBwmG4ycI/AAAAAAAAAcM/KHukrmcGeJM/s1600-h/DSC01591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R9mBwmG4ycI/AAAAAAAAAcM/KHukrmcGeJM/s320/DSC01591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177311918502234562" 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/32918259-6448610847267359618?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/6448610847267359618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=6448610847267359618&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6448610847267359618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6448610847267359618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-memory-of.html' title='In Memory of...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R9mBk2G4yYI/AAAAAAAAAbs/M9LAV-uN3L4/s72-c/DSC01560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-7625323383501258594</id><published>2008-03-05T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:44:25.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Janelle!</title><content type='html'>So today is my sister Janelle's birthday, and it is now our tradition to post a tribute to our siblings on their birthday. So, I have posted a few pictures below of my wonderful sister Janelly. What should you know about Janelle? Many things, but for the sake of brevity, I will name just a few things that stand out in my mind. Janelle loves movies, and this love has resulted in a vast collection of dvds, which I certainly covet, and an ability to skunk others in movie trivia games. I also remember when she interned at NBC, and would talk about all the fancy cars Jay Leno would arrive in, and the other stars that she would see. She is now a full time mom living in Texas with her husband Court and daughter Meredith. Janelle is the type that would give you the shirt off her back without a second thought and has always been very compassionate. So heres to you Janelle, we love you and hope you had a wonderful birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R89wrc_ZzDI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/XmqWazZiTY0/s1600-h/DSC00120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R89wrc_ZzDI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/XmqWazZiTY0/s320/DSC00120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174478388690799666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R89wq8_ZzCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/5iby1jj42V4/s1600-h/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R89wq8_ZzCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/5iby1jj42V4/s320/DSC00117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174478380100865058" 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/_mEaU7v1s_II/R8-Qos_ZzFI/AAAAAAAAAbg/m05kEwZYtPI/s1600-h/Family%2BChristmas%2B122307%2B086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R8-Qos_ZzFI/AAAAAAAAAbg/m05kEwZYtPI/s320/Family%2BChristmas%2B122307%2B086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174513525818248274" 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/32918259-7625323383501258594?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/7625323383501258594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=7625323383501258594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/7625323383501258594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/7625323383501258594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-janelle.html' title='Happy Birthday Janelle!'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451779510460930983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh4.google.com/jjllriley/Ry7IBniHzdI/AAAAAAAAARA/0Ysf93kV7uk/DSC00829.JPG?imgmax=800'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R89wrc_ZzDI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/XmqWazZiTY0/s72-c/DSC00120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-8095234961519057717</id><published>2008-03-04T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T23:13:21.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I told myself I wouldn't do it., but...just...can't...help it.!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R84qy8_ZzBI/AAAAAAAAAbA/0e6jYVhELYg/s1600-h/david_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R84qy8_ZzBI/AAAAAAAAAbA/0e6jYVhELYg/s320/david_c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174120076749163538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just can't help myself, but I have to put it out there and get it off my chest. I watch American Idol and this guy, David Cook, rocks.  Okay, feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-8095234961519057717?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/8095234961519057717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=8095234961519057717&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/8095234961519057717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/8095234961519057717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-told-myself-i-wouldnt-do.html' title='I told myself I wouldn&apos;t do it., but...just...can&apos;t...help it.!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R84qy8_ZzBI/AAAAAAAAAbA/0e6jYVhELYg/s72-c/david_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-6927488794396327523</id><published>2008-03-04T19:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T20:10:24.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The LA Zoo</title><content type='html'>On Monday, Kamryn and I were lucky to have the chance to go to the LA Zoo with our friends, Karissa Silagyi and Jennifer Kaan. Jennifer has passes and was able to get us and all the kids in for free, so it was a special treat. Jason and I have recently taken Kamryn to the Santa Ana Zoo, but this zoo had many more animals and Kamryn loved it. The weather was perfect and most of the animals cooperated and let us have a good look at them.  I especially liked the bear and the giraffe.  The bear is kind of hard to see...sorry about that.  Thanks for driving Karissa and thanks for the free entrance Jen!  We had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R84bzs_Zy9I/AAAAAAAAAag/HBys4DLo0rw/s1600-h/DSC01550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R84bzs_Zy9I/AAAAAAAAAag/HBys4DLo0rw/s320/DSC01550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174103596959648722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R84b0c_Zy-I/AAAAAAAAAao/aChelOP-v8c/s1600-h/DSC01553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R84b0c_Zy-I/AAAAAAAAAao/aChelOP-v8c/s320/DSC01553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174103609844550626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R84b08_Zy_I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_MGwwE8Bvfs/s1600-h/DSC01554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R84b08_Zy_I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_MGwwE8Bvfs/s320/DSC01554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174103618434485234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R84b1c_ZzAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/m9GdtwXG3TE/s1600-h/DSC01557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R84b1c_ZzAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/m9GdtwXG3TE/s320/DSC01557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174103627024419842" 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/32918259-6927488794396327523?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/6927488794396327523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=6927488794396327523&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6927488794396327523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6927488794396327523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-zoo.html' title='The LA Zoo'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R84bzs_Zy9I/AAAAAAAAAag/HBys4DLo0rw/s72-c/DSC01550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-4289776374211418011</id><published>2008-02-28T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:43:32.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playdate in The OC</title><content type='html'>Wednesday morning I went down to a small toddler park in Tustin, CA (where I grew up) and met up with some of my good friends (Paige, Steph, and Collette). It was so good to see them all and I am glad we have already planned the next one because I want to be sure we keep in touch. Anyway, here are our kids looking so cute sitting at the Picnic Table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R8eoD_iP51I/AAAAAAAAAaI/IEdAOYvt1mg/s1600-h/DSC01535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R8eoD_iP51I/AAAAAAAAAaI/IEdAOYvt1mg/s320/DSC01535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172287483606460242" 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;Here are the two Kamryns.  Yes, we both named our girls Kamryn, except Paige's girls name is spelled Kameryn.  So, a small difference.  By the time we realized we both wanted to use the same name we were close to having the babies and neither of us wanted to change it....so there you have it. :-)  If you click on the picture you will see a nice sheen on Kamryn's face.  That's from the sunblock stick.  My poor fair skinned child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R8eoEfiP52I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/E3iuvGOAbp8/s1600-h/DSC01530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R8eoEfiP52I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/E3iuvGOAbp8/s320/DSC01530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172287492196394850" 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;Kamryn must have had a great time at the park because she zonked out in the car.  She was so tired she even fell asleep with that magna doodle pen in her mouth.  Who needs a pacifier or a thumb these days...Oh, and don't worry, I was stopped at red light when I took this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R8eoEviP53I/AAAAAAAAAaY/MrU7ipGwH4o/s1600-h/DSC01540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R8eoEviP53I/AAAAAAAAAaY/MrU7ipGwH4o/s320/DSC01540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172287496491362162" 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/32918259-4289776374211418011?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4289776374211418011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=4289776374211418011&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/4289776374211418011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/4289776374211418011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/02/playdate-in-oc.html' title='Playdate in The OC'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R8eoD_iP51I/AAAAAAAAAaI/IEdAOYvt1mg/s72-c/DSC01535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-5127296548828407674</id><published>2008-02-27T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T20:15:56.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A classic look!</title><content type='html'>Just had to share this adorable shot of Kamryn. It was her first time she showed a desire to sort of "dress up." She loved being a butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R8Y1LZFJHoI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/j7kRtHHzyzI/s1600-h/DSC01524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R8Y1LZFJHoI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/j7kRtHHzyzI/s320/DSC01524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171879691908882050" 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;Always lovin' her Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R8Y1MZFJHpI/AAAAAAAAAaA/lBWg48XQTDk/s1600-h/DSC01525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R8Y1MZFJHpI/AAAAAAAAAaA/lBWg48XQTDk/s320/DSC01525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171879709088751250" 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/32918259-5127296548828407674?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5127296548828407674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=5127296548828407674&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5127296548828407674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5127296548828407674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/02/classic-look.html' title='A classic look!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R8Y1LZFJHoI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/j7kRtHHzyzI/s72-c/DSC01524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-3417708679928069779</id><published>2008-02-25T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T14:13:25.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It just keeps coming back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Two separate tags rolled into one........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules of the game are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy and paste this into your blog. Answer the questions and at the end of the post, tag some people and post their names, then go to their blog and leave them a comment letting them know they are tagged.&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 years ago I was : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 19 and attending Rick's College (yes, it was Rick's College back then), I was having the time of my life staying up late, playing practical jokes on the dorm boys (using laxatives, yes, laxatives) and of course, I went to class every once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 things on my to do list for today: &lt;/span&gt;1. fold laundry 2. scrapbook 3. cook dinner 4.Kamryn's dr. appt.  5. vacuum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 things I would do if I became a billionaire:&lt;/span&gt; 1. Buy a house 2. Help out family 3. Travel to Europe and Australia (and attend Celine Dion concerts wherever I go)4.  Help out the Extreme Makeover: Home Edition crew by paying off mortgages, starting scholarships and paying medical bills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 bad habits: &lt;/span&gt;1. sleeping in any chance I get 2.staying up too late (which doesn't help the first bad habit) 3. watching too much TV (That dang DVR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 places I have lived:&lt;/span&gt; 1.Austin, CA 2. Rexburg, ID 3. Provo, UT 4. LaVerne, CA 5. Upland, California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 jobs I have had: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Mom 2. Student Accounts Asst. Manager at CGU 3. Shift Leader at Rubios Baja Grill  4. In-n-Out Drive-thru queen 5. Sylvan Tutor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 Things most people don't know about me: &lt;/span&gt;1. I have an extreme fear of heights and needles 2. I love watching golf on TV 3. I always have to hold the remote control (Jason will testify to this one) 4. I play the guitar (old friends know this, not new) 5. I twirled the baton when I was a girl, and taught it for a few years too 6. I'm anal about things being in their place....especially when playing Mexican Train...those dominoes better be lined up right or else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE second TAG:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One word. First word that comes to your mind.  No explaining.  Not as easy as you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;purse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Your hair?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Work? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Your Father? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Your favorite thing? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Your dream last night?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Your favorite drink?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; rootbeer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Your dream car? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pilot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. The room you are in? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;family room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Your fears? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. What do you want to be in ten years?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Who did you hang out with last night? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. What you are not good at? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crafts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Muffin? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blueberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. One of your wish list items?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Where you grew up? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tustin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Last thing you did?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; eat lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. What are you wearing?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; jeans and T-shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. What aren't you wearing? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Your pet? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Your computer?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Your life? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Your mood? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Missing? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. What are you thinking about right now? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what to think about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. Your car/truck? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;altima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. Your summer? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. Your relationship status? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. Your favorite color? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. When was the last time you laughed with meaning?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. Last time you cried? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. School? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. Least favorite weather?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. Soup? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chowder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;35. Movie? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUM I Tag:&lt;br /&gt;Bex&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie Martinez&lt;br /&gt;Sara Mayer&lt;br /&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/32918259-3417708679928069779?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/3417708679928069779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=3417708679928069779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/3417708679928069779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/3417708679928069779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-just-keeps-coming-back.html' title='It just keeps coming back!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-259493887008018512</id><published>2008-02-22T23:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T00:05:36.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting and Singing!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so she isn't exactly counting, but she sure believes she is.  She uses actual numbers, just not in the proper order.  We just had to show her new "sort of" achievement."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://blip.tv/scripts/flash/showplayer.swf?enablejs=true&amp;amp;feedurl=http%3A%2F%2FJJLLRILEY%2Eblip%2Etv%2Frss&amp;amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Frss%2Fflash%2F694759&amp;amp;showplayerpath=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Fscripts%2Fflash%2Fshowplayer%2Eswf" width="400" height="255" allowfullscreen="true" id="showplayer"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://blip.tv/scripts/flash/showplayer.swf?enablejs=true&amp;amp;feedurl=http%3A%2F%2FJJLLRILEY%2Eblip%2Etv%2Frss&amp;amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Frss%2Fflash%2F694759&amp;amp;showplayerpath=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Fscripts%2Fflash%2Fshowplayer%2Eswf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="best"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blip.tv/scripts/flash/showplayer.swf?enablejs=true&amp;amp;feedurl=http%3A%2F%2FJJLLRILEY%2Eblip%2Etv%2Frss&amp;amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Frss%2Fflash%2F694759&amp;amp;showplayerpath=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Fscripts%2Fflash%2Fshowplayer%2Eswf" quality="best" width="400" height="255" name="showplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this next video, she shows off her itsy, bitsy skills.  I put "singing" in the title, but unfortunately, Kamryn has yet to show off her vocal abilities.  So I am the one doing the singing.  She does, however, have the hand actions down and she loves cheering herself on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://blip.tv/scripts/flash/showplayer.swf?enablejs=true&amp;amp;feedurl=http%3A%2F%2FJJLLRILEY%2Eblip%2Etv%2Frss&amp;amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Frss%2Fflash%2F694766&amp;amp;showplayerpath=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Fscripts%2Fflash%2Fshowplayer%2Eswf" width="400" height="255" allowfullscreen="true" id="showplayer"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://blip.tv/scripts/flash/showplayer.swf?enablejs=true&amp;amp;feedurl=http%3A%2F%2FJJLLRILEY%2Eblip%2Etv%2Frss&amp;amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Frss%2Fflash%2F694766&amp;amp;showplayerpath=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Fscripts%2Fflash%2Fshowplayer%2Eswf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="best"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blip.tv/scripts/flash/showplayer.swf?enablejs=true&amp;amp;feedurl=http%3A%2F%2FJJLLRILEY%2Eblip%2Etv%2Frss&amp;amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Frss%2Fflash%2F694766&amp;amp;showplayerpath=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Fscripts%2Fflash%2Fshowplayer%2Eswf" quality="best" width="400" height="255" name="showplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-259493887008018512?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/259493887008018512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=259493887008018512&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/259493887008018512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/259493887008018512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/02/counting-and-singing.html' title='Counting and Singing!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-9157934282878464918</id><published>2008-02-21T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T12:05:54.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some picture perfect moments!</title><content type='html'>I just had to share some adorable pictures of my ever growing, not quite a baby anymore, darling daughter. This first one is a precious daddy/daughter moment. Kamryn was still sick when I took this picture. She pretty much lived in a diaper and slept anywhere. She hasn't slept on Daddy's chest since she was an infant. So, this was a special moment for Jason. Even though he slept through most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R73XIpFJHjI/AAAAAAAAAZM/luO9cLxijqw/s1600-h/DSC01507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R73XIpFJHjI/AAAAAAAAAZM/luO9cLxijqw/s320/DSC01507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169524490757545522" 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;Valentines Day came and Kamryn was still sick...so you can see that she wasn't appreciating me trying to get her to open her present and act happy.  Could be she was embarrased being in her unmatching pajamas.  (Jason and I had a lowkey Valentines this year, but we enjoyed eating our Chilis take-out at home and watching "Fever Pitch," a romantic comedy that both boy and girl can enjoy together.  Love Jimmy Fallon in this flick..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R73XJJFJHkI/AAAAAAAAAZU/1KLyjfVf8SQ/s1600-h/DSC01508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R73XJJFJHkI/AAAAAAAAAZU/1KLyjfVf8SQ/s320/DSC01508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169524499347480130" 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;She finally got over it and realized something fun was under that pretty paper.  She loves her Mickey Mouse Puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R73XLJFJHlI/AAAAAAAAAZc/pHWPBb6S5pc/s1600-h/DSC01510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R73XLJFJHlI/AAAAAAAAAZc/pHWPBb6S5pc/s320/DSC01510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169524533707218514" 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;This is what I love.  Leaving her crib mattress on the ground and realizing that for her, that was the best thing I could have done that day.  She had a heyday playing on her mattress with all her stuffed animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R73XNpFJHnI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Ia8WVyy6HEY/s1600-h/DSC01514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R73XNpFJHnI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Ia8WVyy6HEY/s320/DSC01514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169524576656891506" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R73XLpFJHmI/AAAAAAAAAZk/C4qBzQm3BB4/s1600-h/DSC01511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R73XLpFJHmI/AAAAAAAAAZk/C4qBzQm3BB4/s320/DSC01511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169524542297153122" 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/32918259-9157934282878464918?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/9157934282878464918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=9157934282878464918&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/9157934282878464918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/9157934282878464918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-picture-perfect-moments.html' title='Some picture perfect moments!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R73XIpFJHjI/AAAAAAAAAZM/luO9cLxijqw/s72-c/DSC01507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-7644076134805444905</id><published>2008-02-19T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T13:30:16.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Birthday Time again!</title><content type='html'>So, both my older brothers have birthdays in February. I did a birthday shout out to John last week, so this week I'm going to dedicate this post to my other older brother, Jeremy. Today is his birthday and since he lives far away in Gilbert, AZ and I can't celebrate with him, this is the best way I know how to celebrate his birth. :-)  Here he is with his beautiful family, and they have another baby boy on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R7tCjZFJHfI/AAAAAAAAAYo/aKZdLeNAWmo/s1600-h/Jeremy+Family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R7tCjZFJHfI/AAAAAAAAAYo/aKZdLeNAWmo/s320/Jeremy+Family.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168798173133086194" 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;Check out his moves....The force is with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R7tCj5FJHgI/AAAAAAAAAYw/h7BTTBZH1KU/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R7tCj5FJHgI/AAAAAAAAAYw/h7BTTBZH1KU/s320/DSC00006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168798181723020802" 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;He's a great uncle! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R7tClJFJHhI/AAAAAAAAAY4/O_KJhh6KvtM/s1600-h/DSC00177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R7tClJFJHhI/AAAAAAAAAY4/O_KJhh6KvtM/s320/DSC00177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168798203197857298" 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;FONDEST MEMORY OF MY BROTHER:  Besides the many times I've spent on the piano or him at the guitar with us singing together I have something more specific.  It was, oh, about 9 years ago....maybe longer.  My brother and I created our own fake studio, with stool, microphone, headphones and everything.  We fake recorded "Endless Love" by Lionel Richie and that chick who sings with him.  Yeah, it may have been cheesy but how many of you would have been so creative...and at such an older age. :-)  I have pictures...but I will just leave it up to your imaginations.  (Plus, I would have to search for them, then scan them, etc....too much work people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy Birthday, Gerbil (long story).  Just know that your little sister loves ya, even when you look like a freak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R7tCi5FJHeI/AAAAAAAAAYg/mPba9XysByM/s1600-h/DSC00855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R7tCi5FJHeI/AAAAAAAAAYg/mPba9XysByM/s320/DSC00855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168798164543151586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-7644076134805444905?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/7644076134805444905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=7644076134805444905&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/7644076134805444905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/7644076134805444905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-birthday-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s Birthday Time again!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R7tCjZFJHfI/AAAAAAAAAYo/aKZdLeNAWmo/s72-c/Jeremy+Family.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-8960970081251979829</id><published>2008-02-15T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T12:22:24.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Shall Return!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R7XtDZFJHdI/AAAAAAAAAYY/xqksXQ2blXI/s1600-h/office-cast68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R7XtDZFJHdI/AAAAAAAAAYY/xqksXQ2blXI/s320/office-cast68.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167296790005358034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are saying "The Office"  will return on April 10th.  I am already counting down the days.  Yes, I admit, I may be a little too excited to have a TV show come back on....but this is "The Office" people.  A sitcom this clever and engaging and freakin' hilarious hasn't been around since "Cheers" went off the air.  So, if you have yet to get yourselves hooked on a decent sitcom, this one comes HIGHLY recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Michael Scott:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;"Bros before hoes. Why? Because your bros are always there for you. They got your back after your ho rips your heart out for no good reason. And you were nothing but great to your ho, and you told her that she was the only ho for you. And that she was better than all the other hoes in the world. And then suddenly...she's not yo' ho no mo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I rest my case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-8960970081251979829?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/8960970081251979829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=8960970081251979829&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/8960970081251979829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/8960970081251979829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-shall-return.html' title='They Shall Return!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R7XtDZFJHdI/AAAAAAAAAYY/xqksXQ2blXI/s72-c/office-cast68.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-6472842468072831380</id><published>2008-02-12T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:56:59.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Birthday shout out to my oldest brother...</title><content type='html'>My brother John's birthday was yesterday and I decided to dedicate this special post just for him. (My friend, Whitney, does this with her family and I thought it was a great idea, so yes, I am copying your idea).  I also thought this was a good way to introduce my brother to my friends who have never met him before.&lt;br /&gt;John William Johnson, born February 11th and no, I don't remember the year.  And John is probably fine with me not announcing that. :-)   He is my oldest brother and currently he resides in a small town in Oregon.  He loves anything that allows him to be outdoors and he loves having a beard.  Here he is sitting with my younger brother, Aaron at Christmas a couple years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R7J7G5FJHcI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/b16O4qTuPeQ/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R7J7G5FJHcI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/b16O4qTuPeQ/s320/DSC00002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166327080879201730" 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;He shaved his beard that night for our family picture the next day.  He was surprising my Mom, but funny story, the first thing she noticed was how nice his new sweater looked on him. :-) The picture below is him clean-shaven with our nieces, Megan and Brooklyn, and our nephew, Brandon.  Some of my fondest memories of John go back to when I was younger and John was still living at home.  Some of his buddies would come over and they would play on the guitar and sing and I just loved listening to them.  I also love his nickname for me...Amylou.  So, Happy Birthday Johnnypooh (okay, not quite as cute...but when I was younger it was all I came up with).  Love you brother!  Hope you have a fabulous year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R7J7GJFJHbI/AAAAAAAAAYI/9OguzuRyRi4/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R7J7GJFJHbI/AAAAAAAAAYI/9OguzuRyRi4/s320/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166327067994299826" 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/32918259-6472842468072831380?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/6472842468072831380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=6472842468072831380&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6472842468072831380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6472842468072831380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/02/birthday-shout-out-to-my-oldest-brother.html' title='A Birthday shout out to my oldest brother...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R7J7G5FJHcI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/b16O4qTuPeQ/s72-c/DSC00002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-7252092497366218294</id><published>2008-02-11T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T17:00:31.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We hate seeing Kamryn like this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R7DGbpFJHaI/AAAAAAAAAYA/GMU9UqLLpHc/s1600-h/DSC01506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R7DGbpFJHaI/AAAAAAAAAYA/GMU9UqLLpHc/s320/DSC01506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165846950780149154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Jason and I went to check on Kamryn yesterday afternoon, since she had been napping for 3 1/2 hours (which actually is not that unusual for Kamryn) and when we went into check on her we immediately saw that she had thrown up all over her bed and she was just laying there, half awake and hadn't made a sound.  She just threw up and lay there.  We picked her up to go clean her and noticed she was burning up.  We took her temperature and were shocked to see that she was 104.8!!!  Jason and I stayed as calm as we could while Jason called the doctor.  I just wanted to take her to the emergency room, but it was better that we didn't.  The doctor said this has been going around and that her fever would probably be high for the next couple of days.  (We've done our best to keep it down with Motrin, cool baths and washcloths, and she has been drinking pedialyte and water)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamryn has had the croup before, and a double ear infection but she has never been completely knocked down before.  She has been so lethargic and just laying anywhere we put her...she most likes to be laying on us, which we like too.  Needless to say, it has been a long night and it breaks our hearts to see her so tired and miserable.  Right now, she is reading books with Daddy and she is chattering like her old self again.  A good sign so I'm hoping she is past the worst.  And can I just say how grateful I am to have the priesthood in my home and to have so many people close by who can assist in blessings.  I love the gospel and I love my Heavenly Father and Savior for giving us this gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one funny (yet sad and annoying story)....I, of course, had to do laundry last night since she had thrown up on her three blankets, puppy, and sheet.  Once I had finished cleaning them, I approached Kamryn with one of her blankets to hold and the MINUTE I brought it to her she looked at it and just threw up all over it again.  It was literally just out of the dryer....and back in the wash it went.  Its times like this where I really wished I had my own washer/dryer.  Some day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-7252092497366218294?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/7252092497366218294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=7252092497366218294&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/7252092497366218294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/7252092497366218294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-never-like-seeing-kamryn-like-this.html' title='We hate seeing Kamryn like this.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R7DGbpFJHaI/AAAAAAAAAYA/GMU9UqLLpHc/s72-c/DSC01506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-7176603314036666881</id><published>2008-02-09T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T12:39:23.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to the Lands!</title><content type='html'>This week, Jason and I and many others helped the Lands pack up and move to their new rental home in Colton.  We know that its not that far, but we will miss having them in our ward and I'll miss being able to walk over to Jessica's and hang out whenever I needed to get out of my apartment.  They are good friends and we hope that we will stay in touch.  Enjoy your new place guys!  We'll miss you.... (Oh and sorry Lilly, somehow I never got any good pictures of you). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R64OA5FJHVI/AAAAAAAAAXY/MnAvWW_ITZU/s1600-h/DSC01070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R64OA5FJHVI/AAAAAAAAAXY/MnAvWW_ITZU/s320/DSC01070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165081231125716306" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R64OB5FJHWI/AAAAAAAAAXg/OcVXUvF4_rc/s1600-h/DSC01072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R64OB5FJHWI/AAAAAAAAAXg/OcVXUvF4_rc/s320/DSC01072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165081248305585506" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R64OC5FJHXI/AAAAAAAAAXo/HBJ43AlN514/s1600-h/DSC01069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R64OEpFJHZI/AAAAAAAAAX4/bkdEdwlArxY/s320/DSC01157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165081295550225810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely you can see Jessica in the teacup sporting the nice looking sunglasses. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-7176603314036666881?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/7176603314036666881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=7176603314036666881&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/7176603314036666881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/7176603314036666881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/02/were-going-to-miss-you.html' title='Tribute to the Lands!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R64OA5FJHVI/AAAAAAAAAXY/MnAvWW_ITZU/s72-c/DSC01070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-6514611723017992529</id><published>2008-02-05T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T14:27:45.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New First Presidency of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R6jimMLj0UI/AAAAAAAAAXM/4VhlI4XGk-8/s1600-h/med_NewFP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R6jimMLj0UI/AAAAAAAAAXM/4VhlI4XGk-8/s320/med_NewFP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163626118512890178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the work rolls forward......&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/32918259-6514611723017992529?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/6514611723017992529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=6514611723017992529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6514611723017992529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/6514611723017992529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-first-presidency-of-church-of-jesus.html' title='The New First Presidency of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R6jimMLj0UI/AAAAAAAAAXM/4VhlI4XGk-8/s72-c/med_NewFP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-5365469791061255708</id><published>2008-02-04T09:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T11:39:29.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Riley Family Endorsement....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R6dIQMLj0TI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yv44LombR0A/s1600-h/meet_mitt_romney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R6dIQMLj0TI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yv44LombR0A/s320/meet_mitt_romney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163174940788379954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After months of indecision, Jason and I have finally decided on the candidate we will vote for tomorrow on Super Tuesday.  We have both never been sure about Mitt and didn't want to vote for him just because he was a member of our faith.  At one point, Jason was leaning towards Huckabee and I was looking at McCain as a possible candidate.  However, after a few comments from Huckabee that Jason disliked and after me realizing that McCain wasn't all that I hoped he was we both took a closer look at Romney and decided he was the best candidate.  Last weeks debates made it even more clear.  Anyhow, whether you decide to vote for Romney or not just wanted to make sure everyone goes out tomorrow and votes.  We are privileged to have this right and its important we exercise it.  :-)  So get out there and make a difference!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-5365469791061255708?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5365469791061255708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=5365469791061255708&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5365469791061255708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5365469791061255708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/02/riley-family-endorsement.html' title='The Riley Family Endorsement....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R6dIQMLj0TI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yv44LombR0A/s72-c/meet_mitt_romney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-9151083803495309665</id><published>2008-02-01T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T15:49:05.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I remember why I don't want to move to Utah...</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, my mom, my sister and her two boys, myself and Kamryn drove up to Utah for my niece's wedding. Yes, I left Jason at home but it was at his request. He just felt like he couldn't take off work. Anyway, when we got there I was reminded why I decided I never wanted to live there. And there was lots around to remind me. I do NOT like snow. Never have, probably never will. Oh, I don't mind the snow when it first starts falling and yes, it does look pretty and it sounds cool under your feet....but its wet and cold. Wet and cold. That is a bad combination. However, my daughter does not share the same distaste for the white stuff. She wasn't jumping in it or anything, but she loved touching it and walking on it and she just liked looking at it. And I had to stand out in the cold and watch. It was fun for about two minutes...For Kamryn, it was longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R6OvdMLj0SI/AAAAAAAAAW8/nwXTBJZUYso/s1600-h/DSC01463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R6OvdMLj0SI/AAAAAAAAAW8/nwXTBJZUYso/s320/DSC01463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162162513917497634" 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;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R6Ovc8Lj0RI/AAAAAAAAAW0/xu1PAJidfI4/s1600-h/DSC01495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R6Ovc8Lj0RI/AAAAAAAAAW0/xu1PAJidfI4/s320/DSC01495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162162509622530322" 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;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R6Ot9MLj0OI/AAAAAAAAAWc/5G2yfUjFPT8/s1600-h/DSC01467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R6Ot9MLj0OI/AAAAAAAAAWc/5G2yfUjFPT8/s320/DSC01467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162160864650055906" 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;Even in just a church dress...she still loved the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R6Ot9sLj0PI/AAAAAAAAAWk/eDmu08EUJM8/s1600-h/DSC01484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R6Ot9sLj0PI/AAAAAAAAAWk/eDmu08EUJM8/s320/DSC01484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162160873239990514" 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;My nephews definitely loved the snow.  Maybe I needed one of those snow suits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R6Ot-MLj0QI/AAAAAAAAAWs/7Aqids8gRGg/s1600-h/DSC01497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R6Ot-MLj0QI/AAAAAAAAAWs/7Aqids8gRGg/s320/DSC01497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162160881829925122" 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/32918259-9151083803495309665?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/9151083803495309665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=9151083803495309665&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/9151083803495309665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/9151083803495309665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/02/now-i-remember-why-i-dont-want-to-move.html' title='Now I remember why I don&apos;t want to move to Utah...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEaU7v1s_II/R6OvdMLj0SI/AAAAAAAAAW8/nwXTBJZUYso/s72-c/DSC01463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-3518970479474679829</id><published>2008-01-29T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T08:50:29.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wonderful Tribute to a Marvelous Man</title><content type='html'>While I was out of town this past weekend (in Utah for my niece's wedding), I learned of the passing of my beloved prophet, Pres. Gordon B. Hinckley.  My initial reaction was sadness, but when I talked to Jason about it, he reminded me of the sweet reunion that Pres. Hinckley was having with his wife at that moment.  He had lived an extraordinary life and he has inspired countless people, including me.  One of those he has inspired is Glenn Beck....a popular talk show host....and I had to share his tribute with everyone.  It is truly touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glennbeck.com/content/articles/article/200/5127/"&gt;http://www.glennbeck.com/content/articles/article/200/5127/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you, Pres. Hinckley!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-3518970479474679829?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/3518970479474679829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=3518970479474679829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/3518970479474679829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/3518970479474679829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/01/wonderful-tribute-to-marvelous-man.html' title='A Wonderful Tribute to a Marvelous Man'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-5049263182932485438</id><published>2008-01-29T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T23:00:48.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got tagged again...</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been out of town since last Wednesday, and I'm catching up on everyone's blogs.  I got my cousin's blog...(weird to say, since first she was my friend in Tustin, and now, through marriage, we are cousins) and well, I've been tagged again.  This one looks fun, so here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four jobs I've had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Drive-Thru  Queen at In-n-Out&lt;br /&gt;2.  Shift Leader at Rubios in Provo&lt;br /&gt;3.  Student Accounts Asst. Manager at Claremont Graduate University&lt;br /&gt;4.  Current Profession: MOM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I've lived:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tustin, CA (hometown)&lt;br /&gt;2. Rexburg, ID (only for school....never again)&lt;br /&gt;3. Provo, UT (ditto)&lt;br /&gt;4. Upland, CA (current residence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies that I love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pirates of the Caribbean (The First one...even though I do like the other ones)&lt;br /&gt;2. Beauty and the Beast (hands down, best Disney flick)&lt;br /&gt;3. Singing in the Rain&lt;br /&gt;4. My Blue Heaven (Steve Martin at his finest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more, but these are the first few that came to my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In-n-Out Cheeseburger, Animal Style, with no tomato&lt;br /&gt;2. Fish Tacos (except for the ones at Baja Fresh...those are no good)&lt;br /&gt;3. Popcorn (more salt, less butter)&lt;br /&gt;4. Roasted Garlic and Olive Oil...with the Rosemary bread at Johnny Carinos.  Oh my gosh, SOO GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four weird things about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I eat a piece of bread specifically.  First, eat the crust.  Second, fold the bread over four times.  Third, bite off the edges.  At this point, I have made four smaller pieces of bread...then I eat them one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm terrified of driving by center dividers on the freeway, and semis.&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate wearing socks&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm not a big fan of chocolate..and I HATE fudge.  (my husband thinks that is very weird)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four favorite TV shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...I guess I will go with current shows.  If I added past shows, it would be a different list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Office&lt;br /&gt;2. Lost&lt;br /&gt;3. Iron Chef America&lt;br /&gt;4. Supernanny&lt;br /&gt;5. I just have to throw in "Runs House."  That family has it together and they seriously make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I'd love to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;2. Italy&lt;br /&gt;3. Visit all the Church Sites&lt;br /&gt;4. Florida....one day I'll get to Walt Disney World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will tag...my sister-in-law, Mary, and Melissa Guthrie (Jarom, you can too if you want)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32918259-5049263182932485438?l=jakriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5049263182932485438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32918259&amp;postID=5049263182932485438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5049263182932485438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32918259/posts/default/5049263182932485438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakriley.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-got-tagged-again.html' title='I got tagged again...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311440231893429821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32918259.post-8083567946264768061</id><published>2008-01-21T21:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:15:15.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slurpy anyone??</title><content type='html'>I just had to post these pictures. Jason had played football that same Saturday morning, and he and the missionaries had gotten slurpies. So, when Jason picked us up to go to the park, of course Kamryn's interest was peaked when she saw this colorful, slushy surprise in Daddy's hand. She just had to have some. And she loved it. 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