<?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-7476587238954690397</id><updated>2011-10-03T13:26:28.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>..  Heather Favre  ..</title><subtitle type='html'>If you should ever think of me, my wish is that it makes you smile</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-6127482196455650111</id><published>2011-07-05T15:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T15:46:23.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I like a big deck!</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning was the first morning in a while that I've been able to sleep in and I was pumped. Torger doesn't sleep in ... Ever ... So he was up and ready to be an active human being pretty early. When I joined the human race at about 9:30 I heard him outside sawing and drilling. I didn't think much of that because Torger owns his business and he's always making or constructing something. When I finally made it outside, Mr Man was on a trip to Lowe's or something so I went to breakfast with my mama and her friends, whom I call "The Aunts." When I arrived home I found... A BIG BRAND NEW PATIO DECK! I love to read outside and Torger built me my very own outdoor oasis! I &lt;em&gt;guess&lt;/em&gt; he could have gotten a hint or two from my recent Home Goods purchases: outdoor string lights, solar lights, lanterns, and the like. I got to work on decorating right away! What a good honey :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eu0xGXgO4gg/ThOCBbLXt0I/AAAAAAAAA4M/WvRaN0J9FwI/s1600/IMG_0244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eu0xGXgO4gg/ThOCBbLXt0I/AAAAAAAAA4M/WvRaN0J9FwI/s320/IMG_0244.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The finished product!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8lNSe7ivmL8/ThOCCFKN-0I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/yC9f-RL56FA/s1600/IMG_0245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8lNSe7ivmL8/ThOCCFKN-0I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/yC9f-RL56FA/s320/IMG_0245.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3ygJ13Kowc/ThOCC5ZAlHI/AAAAAAAAA4U/6_Furgse94g/s1600/IMG_0246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3ygJ13Kowc/ThOCC5ZAlHI/AAAAAAAAA4U/6_Furgse94g/s320/IMG_0246.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Yankee gnome, solar light, and HEATHER flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Did you know that I am named after a flower? Me neither. But I found some Heather flowers and bought five!﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kcja5SBGt7Y/ThOCDlXAg7I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/iBPz4lvjBKw/s1600/IMG_0247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kcja5SBGt7Y/ThOCDlXAg7I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/iBPz4lvjBKw/s320/IMG_0247.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;Please don't mind the no grass situation. I'm parked between two sheds. Its actually ideal because its private and secluded so it makes for great reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sm-p6op2LWE/ThOCEvgrlOI/AAAAAAAAA4c/aH9ie50cmSI/s1600/IMG_0248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sm-p6op2LWE/ThOCEvgrlOI/AAAAAAAAA4c/aH9ie50cmSI/s320/IMG_0248.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;Torger's dad made all the bird houses around! Please notice the string lights and lanterns on each end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kZpUKiVdKcU/ThOCFSFHKoI/AAAAAAAAA4g/6a1lwpycHQo/s1600/IMG_0249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kZpUKiVdKcU/ThOCFSFHKoI/AAAAAAAAA4g/6a1lwpycHQo/s320/IMG_0249.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-udxr4DV5pOc/ThOCF8t5pnI/AAAAAAAAA4k/Zv4pLtIiU0Q/s1600/IMG_0250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-udxr4DV5pOc/ThOCF8t5pnI/AAAAAAAAA4k/Zv4pLtIiU0Q/s320/IMG_0250.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;This corner is a work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALSO&lt;/strong&gt;, yesterday was July 4th! I love fireworks so much so after dinner at my parents', Torger and I decided to go watch the Murray City fireworks on the roof of his shop. I was so excited, running around the house collecting things to bring. Here's where the story gets interesting. Now, I'm not sure where I thought I was going but I think I was preparing for a trip... not just a 15 minute firework show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll cut to the chase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While trying to climb up the ladder, my chair and -&lt;em&gt;ahem- gallon &lt;/em&gt;of Crystal Light seemed to be getting heavy. The chair didn't make the climb after all so it was me and my jug. I was terrified trying to maneuver the VERTICAL roof and I guess the jug wasn't feelin' the trip either. Down it went. Thank goodness I only had to shimmy a little bit to get it unlodged from the gutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torger seemed to be taking a while when I heard him yell, asking me "Where the hell are the keys?! They were in the door!" Oh, the keys I had in my pocket, he means? Hmmm.. Crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw them down toward where I saw the flashlight was coming from. Silence. Well that was weird. FIREWORKS! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up comes Torger, from a completely different location... Carrying the cups of ice I requested. Wait..&amp;nbsp;Is that... blood? Is Torger... bleeding?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THE DAMN KEYS HIT ME RIGHT IN THE FACE! And really, who brings a gallon of anything to the roof for only&amp;nbsp;15 minutes?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I was worried we would need refills and I was just thinking that it would be nice to not be thirsty?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Next time... Try not to be helpful. I love you. Watch your fireworks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Ooooopppsssssssie. That's love, ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for a wonderful weekend, Mister, and I love my beautiful deck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdZyhCbaBRg/ThOF8FuSIZI/AAAAAAAAA4o/CWCDrmIf6zw/s1600/07042011980.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdZyhCbaBRg/ThOF8FuSIZI/AAAAAAAAA4o/CWCDrmIf6zw/s320/07042011980.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Notice the remaining bloody spot. Oopsie.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-6127482196455650111?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/6127482196455650111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=6127482196455650111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/6127482196455650111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/6127482196455650111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-like-big-deck.html' title='I like a big deck!'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/-Eu0xGXgO4gg/ThOCBbLXt0I/AAAAAAAAA4M/WvRaN0J9FwI/s72-c/IMG_0244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-1327060743533081756</id><published>2011-06-30T11:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T11:07:08.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>About a month ago, Torger and I went to see the Yankees play the Angels in Anaheim. Seriously, it was my favorite vacation with Torger to date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we flew in on Friday night, we got our rental car and headed for our hotel. I'm going to let you in on a little secret right now: Torger knows better than a GPS, while driving in a town he's never been. Who knew, huh?! Torger &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; live in San Diego about 15 years ago so, naturally, he felt no need to listen to me or the &lt;strong&gt;GPS&lt;/strong&gt; while driving in a city he's never been. &lt;br /&gt;After many wrong turns and red faced expressions by me, we got back to listening the English accented GPS and things went a lot smoother. Ahhhh, the almost-married life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at the DoubleTree and I feel like I could move in and never miss anything! Marble counter tops, a pool, a duck pond, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;free chocolate chip cookies &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;whenever the mood strikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkHh-265VYI/Tgyn1gS7o2I/AAAAAAAAA4A/LYT042yNvMg/s1600/06062011927.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkHh-265VYI/Tgyn1gS7o2I/AAAAAAAAA4A/LYT042yNvMg/s400/06062011927.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The duck pond. Also, my future backyard.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ate at a place called Market Broiler which is pretty Market Street with way more selections and better booze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PUGkewy-4I/TgykB6M5FXI/AAAAAAAAA3w/6RfinJ3O7oI/s1600/IMG_0169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PUGkewy-4I/TgykB6M5FXI/AAAAAAAAA3w/6RfinJ3O7oI/s320/IMG_0169.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fisherman's stew was literally to die for.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-la0o0JhpAFE/TgyoRraBVaI/AAAAAAAAA4E/X9gFELD16I0/s1600/IMG_0170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-la0o0JhpAFE/TgyoRraBVaI/AAAAAAAAA4E/X9gFELD16I0/s320/IMG_0170.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view of the stadium from our hotel room.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we shopped all day in anticipation for the first game that night. Not to worry, we also drove 45 minutes to shop at The Elite Store which is a softball brand and Torger's second love. Imagine his disappointment when it was closed upon our arrival. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. I felt pretty bad for Torger because he was so excited; I didn't even have the heart to take a picture of him looking through the glass door, just hoping it would open. Don't feel too bad, though, we ended up going on Monday before we flew back out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the games! SO! Saturday night was game two of the series and our first game of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kOWR6p3i7vc/Tgyj4TAjvWI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pCSSbbgCKFo/s1600/IMG_0182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kOWR6p3i7vc/Tgyj4TAjvWI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pCSSbbgCKFo/s320/IMG_0182.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Popcornopolis Kettle Corn will literally change your life.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcpXlRrOhYw/Tgyjo397nPI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/4oUdiYaWs5c/s1600/IMG_0204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcpXlRrOhYw/Tgyjo397nPI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/4oUdiYaWs5c/s320/IMG_0204.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ka0M6YQrHQ4/Tgyj9N8bjrI/AAAAAAAAA3g/0QiFhBx9qAU/s1600/IMG_0174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ka0M6YQrHQ4/Tgyj9N8bjrI/AAAAAAAAA3g/0QiFhBx9qAU/s320/IMG_0174.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JyzmH1lVG2o/Tgyj8U3vG3I/AAAAAAAAA3c/sD5PmzzzVX4/s1600/IMG_0174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JyzmH1lVG2o/Tgyj8U3vG3I/AAAAAAAAA3c/sD5PmzzzVX4/s320/IMG_0174.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtAyh49ywjc/TgykDP7jYwI/AAAAAAAAA30/CMJJiJPum9c/s1600/IMG_0171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtAyh49ywjc/TgykDP7jYwI/AAAAAAAAA30/CMJJiJPum9c/s320/IMG_0171.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;The game was awesome and we sat next to a really great couple from Anaheim! Torger and the guy (don't remember if I ever caught his name) had fun giving each other crap and the Yankees won! Woo Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a9IBdQsr11c/TgyjeQmsBYI/AAAAAAAAA3I/3asRb3tSzs8/s1600/IMG_0205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a9IBdQsr11c/TgyjeQmsBYI/AAAAAAAAA3I/3asRb3tSzs8/s320/IMG_0205.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is a fountain out in center field that should probably be in my backyard! I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next game was an afternoon game so it took up most of our day! Yankees win again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hLYrloW27N4/TgyjTGcXZRI/AAAAAAAAA28/o2GVxmvBtmA/s1600/IMG_0211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hLYrloW27N4/TgyjTGcXZRI/AAAAAAAAA28/o2GVxmvBtmA/s320/IMG_0211.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All you can drink Diet Dew in that cup. A blessing.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7X4DEQDCaII/TgyjGCy4A9I/AAAAAAAAA2s/yasc1bymjeo/s1600/IMG_0235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7X4DEQDCaII/TgyjGCy4A9I/AAAAAAAAA2s/yasc1bymjeo/s320/IMG_0235.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. Mariano Rivera! A legend&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uu1c4CG1ClI/TgyjA5SftUI/AAAAAAAAA2o/Jp1aHaHSxzk/s1600/IMG_0242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uu1c4CG1ClI/TgyjA5SftUI/AAAAAAAAA2o/Jp1aHaHSxzk/s320/IMG_0242.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M6XmVQcX9ak/TgyjN-C1rhI/AAAAAAAAA20/lKgIdris7do/s1600/IMG_0217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M6XmVQcX9ak/TgyjN-C1rhI/AAAAAAAAA20/lKgIdris7do/s320/IMG_0217.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh hi, A-Rod!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;A-Rod really does have a perfect body. I never really cared how he looked before, but in person he is&amp;nbsp;a machine. I think Torger has a bigger crush on him than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySHZJg_tbIA/TgyjJp9aJmI/AAAAAAAAA2w/nhBanVub0w4/s1600/IMG_0224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySHZJg_tbIA/TgyjJp9aJmI/AAAAAAAAA2w/nhBanVub0w4/s320/IMG_0224.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ycWA7afacWY/TgyjQXNL4ZI/AAAAAAAAA24/zRJcJOnDboA/s1600/IMG_0216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ycWA7afacWY/TgyjQXNL4ZI/AAAAAAAAA24/zRJcJOnDboA/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ooooh Brett Gardner&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett Gardner, on the other&amp;nbsp;hand... OH BOY! He's hot and he's quick and he's really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--8TE2Mmo5mI/TgyjbR3pGyI/AAAAAAAAA3E/seSnhh4DfjA/s1600/IMG_0207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--8TE2Mmo5mI/TgyjbR3pGyI/AAAAAAAAA3E/seSnhh4DfjA/s320/IMG_0207.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WocIB9RWMq0/TgyjX_oEYaI/AAAAAAAAA3A/mXvy8MNdwDs/s1600/IMG_0210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WocIB9RWMq0/TgyjX_oEYaI/AAAAAAAAA3A/mXvy8MNdwDs/s320/IMG_0210.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think Torger looks like a coach in this picture.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aEuIGxgTkv8/Tgyjym1qpXI/AAAAAAAAA3U/QmXMOZ1gWDc/s1600/IMG_0190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aEuIGxgTkv8/Tgyjym1qpXI/AAAAAAAAA3U/QmXMOZ1gWDc/s320/IMG_0190.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A-Rod again. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3kxduYv454w/Tgyr6NZZxFI/AAAAAAAAA4I/_1dq9B7IEOI/s1600/06052011926.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3kxduYv454w/Tgyr6NZZxFI/AAAAAAAAA4I/_1dq9B7IEOI/s320/06052011926.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I should have stretched my legs out a little during the game. Top= fried. Bottom= Utah white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When&amp;nbsp;we got back to the hotel I made a beeline to the gift shop to get some Aloe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, really Gift shop? You're closed for dinner? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the front desk, frazzled, and asked what they could do. They said I would just have to wait a little longer but while I waited I should probably have a warm cookie. Or three. That made things better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all our trip was fantastic and I cant wait for our next adventure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-1327060743533081756?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/1327060743533081756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=1327060743533081756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/1327060743533081756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/1327060743533081756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2011/06/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/-ZkHh-265VYI/Tgyn1gS7o2I/AAAAAAAAA4A/LYT042yNvMg/s72-c/06062011927.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-2240410818340435547</id><published>2011-06-07T11:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:11:02.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, great.</title><content type='html'>I just returned from a most amazing and relaxing trip. The first day back to work just sucks. I hate&amp;nbsp;rushing to catch my train&amp;nbsp;in the morning because I always forget &lt;em&gt;something. &lt;/em&gt;That something this morning... was my camera. I was so excited to post my trip pictures but now, I must wait until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-2240410818340435547?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/2240410818340435547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=2240410818340435547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/2240410818340435547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/2240410818340435547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2011/06/well-great.html' title='Well, great.'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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-7476587238954690397.post-2429379444223726324</id><published>2011-03-21T15:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T15:59:46.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I sold my Jeep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And I feel so sad! Well, the emotions are mixed. I loooooved Libby so much and I never had any problems with her. This car was my first adult purchase!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Lrw63Rl_0E0/TYfIwe3rkCI/AAAAAAAAA2c/tHBy-VQJrn4/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Lrw63Rl_0E0/TYfIwe3rkCI/AAAAAAAAA2c/tHBy-VQJrn4/s1600/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-okMx6odIShw/TYfIyT0yWoI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Y0XJ-8Jt7H0/s1600/ATT00001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-okMx6odIShw/TYfIyT0yWoI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Y0XJ-8Jt7H0/s1600/ATT00001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On the other hand, selling Libby meant I paid off what I still owed to the bank AND all my student loans. That means... I am free of everything! No car payment OR INSURANCE, no rent, no nothing! I will now be driving Torger's Jeep Cherokee and I will only need to provide that baby with gasoline. I'm still trying to figure out how in heck I go about being an&amp;nbsp;insured driver without insuring myself on one specific car. Does anyone know how to do this because my insurance agent's assistant &lt;strike&gt;had no idea&lt;/strike&gt; was no help? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you, Libby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-2429379444223726324?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/2429379444223726324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=2429379444223726324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/2429379444223726324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/2429379444223726324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-sold-my-jeep.html' title='I sold my Jeep...'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Lrw63Rl_0E0/TYfIwe3rkCI/AAAAAAAAA2c/tHBy-VQJrn4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-8312811146189337732</id><published>2011-02-18T11:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T11:44:58.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh good...</title><content type='html'>I'm sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son of a!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started feeling a hurty throat earlier this week, but just every morning. Yesterday it wouldn't go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zycam? OK! Took one yesterday afternoon, "at the first sign of a cold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. All that did was take a big ol' chalky &lt;em&gt;dump&lt;/em&gt; in my mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The virus prevailed and I have been sneezing and blowing my damn nose all day today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_fqJAAyMTco/TV69iNqP3BI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/-fAn6HNSFvw/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_fqJAAyMTco/TV69iNqP3BI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/-fAn6HNSFvw/s1600/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I just wanna go home and go to bed. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hJqGDNUJkuo/TV69kPWRqNI/AAAAAAAAA2U/npUWTAF04vE/s1600/0511-1001-1121-5440_Cartoon_of_a_Sick_Little_Girl_with_a_Thermometer_in_Her_Mouth_clipart_image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hJqGDNUJkuo/TV69kPWRqNI/AAAAAAAAA2U/npUWTAF04vE/s320/0511-1001-1121-5440_Cartoon_of_a_Sick_Little_Girl_with_a_Thermometer_in_Her_Mouth_clipart_image.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh wait! When I'm home, my mister keeps a safe, germ-free distance from me and says things like "I love you I just don't want to touch you. Or be close to you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What... a sweetheart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-8312811146189337732?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/8312811146189337732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=8312811146189337732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/8312811146189337732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/8312811146189337732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-good.html' title='Oh good...'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/-_fqJAAyMTco/TV69iNqP3BI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/-fAn6HNSFvw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-2973575062782613789</id><published>2011-01-04T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T11:23:47.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A late, but worthy, Christmas blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So... this Christmas was... OK. NOT! &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;IT WAS AMAZING!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I awoke to this surprise:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TSNdix8ymmI/AAAAAAAAA18/0_7r99dgMQM/s1600/12252010745%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TSNdix8ymmI/AAAAAAAAA18/0_7r99dgMQM/s320/12252010745%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A beach cruiser!!!!!!!!!!! In my favorite color!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of my perfect presents were in the ENORMOUS bicycle basket. Cute&lt;em&gt; unmentionables&lt;/em&gt;, a water bottle that filters water! (from Torger's cute mama), PJ's, clothes, and a SLOW COOKER!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Torger also went to my parents' house, without me knowing, earlier that week and had this picture taken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TSNfv45dOJI/AAAAAAAAA2A/DqyF6JUt730/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TSNfv45dOJI/AAAAAAAAA2A/DqyF6JUt730/s320/untitled.bmp" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My boys and my Gertie!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After Torger opened his presents (Garmin watch with attachments, Yankees memorabilia, clothes, undies, and the rest) he asked me if I opened all of my presents. I said YES and thanked him so so so many times; I love my presents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Torger then lifted up the tissue paper from the bottom of the basket&amp;nbsp;and uncovered&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;one more present&lt;/em&gt;. I was confused as to why he would hide one present but also excited to be getting another present!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh. My. Goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a small box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Earrings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A necklace?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oooooh. My. Heck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TSNgIbmSUwI/AAAAAAAAA2E/kupCxLXcrpA/s1600/photo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TSNgIbmSUwI/AAAAAAAAA2E/kupCxLXcrpA/s320/photo1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please don't mind my wintery dry skin. Yuck.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A custom made engagement ring!!!!!!! With a &lt;strong&gt;flawless﻿ diamond. Flawless.&lt;/strong&gt; As in, I can see right through it. It is so perfect. This is everything I have ever wanted and, obviously, so much better! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cannot believe that Torger and I are engaged! Well, I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; because I've wanted this since, like, our second date. But still! I am so happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No date yet. We are in no rush. I am just, honestly, enjoying being engaged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you, Torger Hagen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-2973575062782613789?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/2973575062782613789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=2973575062782613789' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/2973575062782613789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/2973575062782613789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2011/01/late-but-worthy-christmas-blog.html' title='A late, but worthy, Christmas blog...'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/TSNdix8ymmI/AAAAAAAAA18/0_7r99dgMQM/s72-c/12252010745%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-4193950378485515295</id><published>2010-12-13T11:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T11:45:39.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas blog!</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to post pictures of Torger's and my Christmas tree :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Turns out, Torger had an artificial tree in that scary basement of ours (his) so I worked my Christmas magic and here's what became of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TQZpFnFxAcI/AAAAAAAAA1o/nMUUGSrMQHA/s1600/155700_1667173489531_1543135211_1631396_698082_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TQZpFnFxAcI/AAAAAAAAA1o/nMUUGSrMQHA/s320/155700_1667173489531_1543135211_1631396_698082_n.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TQZpO3V46AI/AAAAAAAAA10/NBXlfuY7hXM/s1600/151005_502616418565_305400023_12914_5294220_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TQZpO3V46AI/AAAAAAAAA10/NBXlfuY7hXM/s320/151005_502616418565_305400023_12914_5294220_n.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This guy is shirtless even when its 11 degrees outside.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TQZpIupydCI/AAAAAAAAA1s/091UBvHL11I/s1600/156551_502617152095_305400023_12928_921547_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TQZpIupydCI/AAAAAAAAA1s/091UBvHL11I/s320/156551_502617152095_305400023_12928_921547_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gary has never had a Christmas tree before. He likes it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TQZpNI6bcQI/AAAAAAAAA1w/-OW8iHurvho/s1600/75648_1665696012595_1543135211_1628602_1408738_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TQZpNI6bcQI/AAAAAAAAA1w/-OW8iHurvho/s320/75648_1665696012595_1543135211_1628602_1408738_n.jpg" width="320" /&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/7476587238954690397-4193950378485515295?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/4193950378485515295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=4193950378485515295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/4193950378485515295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/4193950378485515295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-blog.html' title='A Christmas blog!'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/TQZpFnFxAcI/AAAAAAAAA1o/nMUUGSrMQHA/s72-c/155700_1667173489531_1543135211_1631396_698082_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-4839436902381854207</id><published>2010-11-22T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T16:01:00.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the man who makes everyday feel like my birthday:</title><content type='html'>I had &lt;strong&gt;such&lt;/strong&gt; an amazing 24th birthday! I realized, though, that Torger really makes everyday feel like my birthday and he went &lt;strong&gt;allllllll&lt;/strong&gt; out for my actual special day of birth. It was better than Christmas. (Oh lord, Christmas shopping is right around the corner!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted about my ADORABLE flowers I received at work on Friday so now I shall post about my amazing Saturday. I woke up and went to my Yoga class at 8:30. Yes, in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;[Feel free to be shocked while remembering 2005 and Burtenshaw&amp;nbsp;on, really, any given morning/afternoon.&amp;nbsp;This domestic life has changed me.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home, it was PRESENTS GALORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TOrxwYX3bgI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/s2MvuJW8-FI/s1600/76462_502613299815_305400023_12869_2299543_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TOrxwYX3bgI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/s2MvuJW8-FI/s320/76462_502613299815_305400023_12869_2299543_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you tell I am loving gray these days?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I got &lt;strong&gt;perfect new gray UGGs. &lt;/strong&gt;The new kind with the cute cute button business. Torger told me that he got them from Nordstrom (his first time stepping foot in the department store) and, as soon as he said it, I gasped and asked if survived the "shoe girls" who work there. Nordstrom has really great items but even I get intimidated dealing with the stick skinny models who work there. Torger said he found the only woman there over 40 to help him. They did great!&lt;strong&gt; :o)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also opened new gray Vans sneakers; the same ones I lust after every time I see them! Torger also gifted me with new yoga pants, new socks, and three packages of pens (inside joke). From Gary, the lovely house cat, I received a gift card to Barnes and Noble!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TOrzNT0WgfI/AAAAAAAAA1c/F1sVHmDi5cg/s1600/76118_502613319775_305400023_12870_861774_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TOrzNT0WgfI/AAAAAAAAA1c/F1sVHmDi5cg/s320/76118_502613319775_305400023_12870_861774_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kitchen Aid Pro 500 Series!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;Last, and certainly not least, &lt;strong&gt;I GOT A KITCHEN AID MIXER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I have pretty much waited half my life to have a Kitchen Aid Stand Mixer to call my very own. I made chocolate chip cookies that very second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torger's adorably sweet parents surprised me with some new shirts and a handmade beanie! Mama Hagen knows her way around a crochet needle and she had made me a couple of scarves earlier so for my birthday she gave me a matching hat! So so so so so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, my parents had us over for dinner to continue my birthday celebration! My parents gave me&amp;nbsp;some new shirts and a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nice baking dish! My sister, [Carly is almost SIXTEEN by the way], gave me some cute slippers and some other,&amp;nbsp;funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TOr0Ual6ztI/AAAAAAAAA1g/n-3gkRyD174/s1600/155731_502614183045_305400023_12876_1574531_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TOr0Ual6ztI/AAAAAAAAA1g/n-3gkRyD174/s320/155731_502614183045_305400023_12876_1574531_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My main man, Rocket. I love him so much&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Because Gary, the cat, is the King of the Hagen residence, I can't have Rocket live with me &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt; so he is always my favorite part of visiting my parents' house! I miss him everyday.&lt;strong&gt; :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TOr0rCb1USI/AAAAAAAAA1k/23es6j_KH04/s1600/154633_1659900987723_1543135211_1617815_1404951_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TOr0rCb1USI/AAAAAAAAA1k/23es6j_KH04/s320/154633_1659900987723_1543135211_1617815_1404951_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a li'l sweetie!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I had one of thee best birthdays ever and Torger was such a huge part of why. He makes me feel so special every single day that I felt like Queen of the World on November 20th. Thank you so much, Torger. You are perfect.﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-4839436902381854207?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/4839436902381854207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=4839436902381854207' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/4839436902381854207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/4839436902381854207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-man-who-makes-everyday-feel-like-my.html' title='To the man who makes everyday feel like my birthday:'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/TOrxwYX3bgI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/s2MvuJW8-FI/s72-c/76462_502613299815_305400023_12869_2299543_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-703130696158939029</id><published>2010-11-19T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T12:09:12.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A li'l early present :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TObLPTPZBCI/AAAAAAAAA1U/t8J9abri1hg/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TObLPTPZBCI/AAAAAAAAA1U/t8J9abri1hg/s320/untitled.bmp" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love 'em :)! Thank you, Torger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-703130696158939029?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/703130696158939029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=703130696158939029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/703130696158939029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/703130696158939029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2010/11/lil-early-present.html' title='A li&apos;l early present :)'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/TObLPTPZBCI/AAAAAAAAA1U/t8J9abri1hg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-5057056612619644424</id><published>2010-10-29T16:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T16:27:28.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEENER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TMtJ7ZUVj_I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/eem0yeRaAzY/s1600/34427_502601693075_305400023_12666_1218481_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TMtJ7ZUVj_I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/eem0yeRaAzY/s320/34427_502601693075_305400023_12666_1218481_n.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TMtJ5Qm_mxI/AAAAAAAAA1M/1j7uZy0S-As/s1600/74189_502601732995_305400023_12667_3745875_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TMtJ5Qm_mxI/AAAAAAAAA1M/1j7uZy0S-As/s320/74189_502601732995_305400023_12667_3745875_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Torger is taking me to my FIRST ever haunted house tonight. WISH ME LUCK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-5057056612619644424?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/5057056612619644424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=5057056612619644424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/5057056612619644424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/5057056612619644424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloweener.html' title='HAPPY HALLOWEENER!'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/TMtJ7ZUVj_I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/eem0yeRaAzY/s72-c/34427_502601693075_305400023_12666_1218481_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-309786129926281639</id><published>2010-10-11T11:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T11:55:53.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whaaaaat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Who is &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; cute couple? It couldn't be Heather and Torger because Torger doesn't take pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TLNNe2lgkrI/AAAAAAAAA1I/M_P9y47AmbA/s1600/_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TLNNe2lgkrI/AAAAAAAAA1I/M_P9y47AmbA/s320/_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suckaaaa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ I love living with you, boo. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-309786129926281639?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/309786129926281639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=309786129926281639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/309786129926281639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/309786129926281639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2010/10/whaaaaat.html' title='Whaaaaat?'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/TLNNe2lgkrI/AAAAAAAAA1I/M_P9y47AmbA/s72-c/_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-5064875595224385360</id><published>2010-09-10T14:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T14:30:30.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A handheld dream fullfilled!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday started just like any other yesterday before it. I woke up at 7:45 with dreams of a pistachio colored KitchenAid stand mixer still fresh in my head, giggled at Torger for way too long until he was forced to rush out the door for work, and made my own way to the grind as well. Worked. Came home. When 5:45 rolled around, there was still no Torger walking through the front door. Not one to be naggy, I decided to be a &lt;em&gt;teeny bit&lt;/em&gt; naggy and gave Mr. Hagen a call to see when he would be home and my answer was "About five minutes." [&lt;em&gt;FYI, Torger's shop is a 5 minute walk, not drive, away from where we live&lt;/em&gt;]. When Torger walked in the door, with a tired work face, he sort of barked "What is THAT on the stairs?" &lt;br /&gt;Me: "Outside? I was just out there... Did Gary kill something?"&lt;br /&gt;T: Go look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I find on the stairs leading up to the front door, you ask? MY VERY FIRST KITCHEN APPLIANCE!!!! Not just any appliance, oh no, A &lt;strong&gt;KITCHENAID&lt;/strong&gt; appliance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TIqSvHLt1oI/AAAAAAAAA0w/4y7AMPxdY-Y/s1600/kitchenaidmixer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TIqSvHLt1oI/AAAAAAAAA0w/4y7AMPxdY-Y/s320/kitchenaidmixer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bright, shiny, new and allllll mine!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN BAKE AGAIN!!! That's right, 9 speeds of KitchenAid power in my hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TIqQgdiiBCI/AAAAAAAAA0o/IlzsIZa4L_A/s1600/58556_502568250095_305400023_11941_930816_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TIqQgdiiBCI/AAAAAAAAA0o/IlzsIZa4L_A/s320/58556_502568250095_305400023_11941_930816_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Excuse the lack of make up. Or don't.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed, I giggled, and I think I remember repeating "STOP YOURSELF!" "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" "OH MY HECK, STOP YOURSELF!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... Not my brightest celebration chant, but probably one of my most excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I watched my &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; man, Mr. Brett Favre, play last night, I tried to decide what to bake first! The only thing that sounded really good was Applesauce Cookies and I decided to bake them with some tasty li'l golden raisins this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TIqTlrWtxTI/AAAAAAAAA04/sC0s0tR-bTo/s1600/09092010595%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TIqTlrWtxTI/AAAAAAAAA04/sC0s0tR-bTo/s320/09092010595%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was only speed 4.. You're not ready for 9!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while since I have cooked anything with baking soda in it so the first batch got a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; big. I left them in the oven for another &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; bit too long and that batch ended up being pretty dry. Oh well, I managed to wrangle up two more dozen... One spoonful for the baking sheet, one spoonful for my tummy. MMMmmmMMM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TIqULe09IuI/AAAAAAAAA1A/VLzMbth6_Ck/s1600/09102010596%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TIqULe09IuI/AAAAAAAAA1A/VLzMbth6_Ck/s320/09102010596%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not half bad, if I do say so myself.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Torger&amp;nbsp;"only really likes crunchy cookies," he said they were pretty good. Being a great co-worker,&amp;nbsp;I brought&amp;nbsp;the rest,&amp;nbsp;3 and a half dozen, into work and everyone seemed to enjoy them, so I will consider it a success!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-5064875595224385360?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/5064875595224385360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=5064875595224385360' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/5064875595224385360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/5064875595224385360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2010/09/handheld-dream-fullfilled.html' title='A handheld dream fullfilled!'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/TIqSvHLt1oI/AAAAAAAAA0w/4y7AMPxdY-Y/s72-c/kitchenaidmixer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-9153774784359188916</id><published>2010-08-27T12:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T12:32:58.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Man's big Three-Five</title><content type='html'>Yes friends, my manfriend turned 35 yesterday. The entire month of August was filled with stress over what to get the man who has everything. In triplicate. He plays softball every night of the week: Shoes? No, he has 6 pair of softball turfs. A bat? No, he has 10. Literally. A new glove? Nope. 3 of those. After much consideration I narrowed down my options and came up with, hopefully, a pretty great set of gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Torger worked on his birthday. Not because he had to, but because that man loves to work. The only upside to that was that it gave me time to get all his presents and such in order. After he left for work, I got right to work in the kitchen and whipped up some magic. Because I don't have a mixer (*&lt;em&gt;cough KitchenAid, hint hint*), &lt;/em&gt;I decided to make some birthday brownies. Brownies are so easy and so delicious I knew I couldn't go wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/THgEbALGx8I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/wwkaBHmcW4E/s1600/08262010578%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/THgEbALGx8I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/wwkaBHmcW4E/s320/08262010578%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday "cake"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the original kind, with the Hersey's syrup, for the "cake" and I couldn't resist making the Turtle kind, with the caramel, as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/THgBDh4llqI/AAAAAAAAAz4/KVOm7jPVu3c/s1600/08262010574%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/THgBDh4llqI/AAAAAAAAAz4/KVOm7jPVu3c/s320/08262010574%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Warm caramel and&amp;nbsp;chocolate? Yes please!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Full of pride for having not burnt or ruined anything,&amp;nbsp;I took these delightful treats into Torger's shop so he and his employees, brothers, and parents could enjoy them as well! (Its a family operation). After having a delicious birthday lunch at Great Harvest, we came back to the shop to find that most of the birthday brownies were gone! A SUCCESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Torger got home from work, he walked in to find presents and decorations! (I did my best.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/THgB89OUGMI/AAAAAAAAA0A/jfS7CT8k3oc/s1600/08262010575%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/THgB89OUGMI/AAAAAAAAA0A/jfS7CT8k3oc/s320/08262010575%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Down the hall, towards the presents.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/THgCCQeizRI/AAAAAAAAA0I/w988N71M8zg/s1600/45030_502557806025_305400023_11660_5400753_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/THgCCQeizRI/AAAAAAAAA0I/w988N71M8zg/s320/45030_502557806025_305400023_11660_5400753_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first thing he saw after opening the door.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/THgCMxhDY2I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/zF7aMDsZic8/s1600/45945_502557925785_305400023_11661_344181_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/THgCMxhDY2I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/zF7aMDsZic8/s320/45945_502557925785_305400023_11661_344181_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. Hagen's birthday smile :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday presents: Nike Air Max Skylines,&amp;nbsp;subscription to Men's Health Magazine (decorated with Dexter, Torger's favorite show), and the newest PostSecret book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very sad that the fourth birthday surprise had not delivered in the mail by birthday time but I guess&amp;nbsp;that will just allow me to prolong the birthday even more. Ladies, I heard about a pretty good website, where I ordered present #4, and I would like to share it with you. &lt;strong&gt;MANPACKS&lt;/strong&gt;. Sounds dirty, not dirty. Manpacks are a customizable order of white or dark&amp;nbsp;undershirts, boxers/underwear, and socks! You can choose sizes of each, styles of each, and colors of each! The best part, new ones come every 3 months without doing a thing! Who doesn't love new socks?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all off, Torger took &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; to sushi for his birthday dinner (despite many pleads to let me pay). What a li'l sweetie! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Torger! Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-9153774784359188916?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/9153774784359188916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=9153774784359188916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/9153774784359188916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/9153774784359188916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2010/08/mr-mans-big-three-five.html' title='Mr. Man&apos;s big Three-Five'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/THgEbALGx8I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/wwkaBHmcW4E/s72-c/08262010578%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-5586174850311320653</id><published>2010-08-12T13:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T15:32:10.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One giant leap for, well, me</title><content type='html'>[&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer: The blog you are about to read contains strong feelings, emotions, and sappy innuendo. Readers' discretion is advised]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd see the day that HeatherFavre.blogspot.com would make the transition into adulthood but, yes, it has happened. Yours truly has taken the step (&lt;em&gt;leap&lt;/em&gt;) of moving in with a boy! Not just any boy, actually.. A man I love with all my heart. [Do me a favor and feel free to&amp;nbsp;gag. I'll wait.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good, I'm happy&amp;nbsp;to have you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Torger Hagen (my &lt;em&gt;man&lt;/em&gt;friend) asked me to move in to his bachelor pad a while ago and, after some consideration (including, but not limited to: Is he serious? Does he have ANY idea what he's getting himself into? Will it work?) I decided I was ready to start a new chapter of my book of&amp;nbsp;life with him. So far... SO GREAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Torger makes me so happy and I usually wake up to an adorable note or come home to a great surprise! He tries everyday to make me happier than the day before and, let me say, he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... On to the "adjustments" I've made, before everyone is &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; ill. (I apologize for having no pictures really, I will take some this weekend.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I'm not sure how many of you have moved into a bachelor pad and how many of you have started a home together but, for the record, I'm a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; jealous of the ladder. Cannnn we talk about the bathroom experience for men versus the bathroom experience for us gals? Men, you are in and out of the bathroom in about 10 minutes and that's only&amp;nbsp;because you had to shave that day. For us women, we need at least an hour. Upon the arrival of all my necessities, out&amp;nbsp;went the old bathroom set up (no storage, cabinets, outlets or &lt;strong&gt;toilet paper&lt;/strong&gt;) and in came my (&lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt;)&amp;nbsp;new and improved bathroom! :) -Unfortunately I didn't snap any pictures of the bathroom before but everything (medicine&amp;nbsp;cabinet, picture, the lights, the cabinet and the adorable li'l tub thing that will soon be home to a pretty flower)&amp;nbsp;is brand spankin' new! I love my handy man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TGQ6Gt3jq3I/AAAAAAAAAzY/OyKLSEBiuHM/s1600/08112010568%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TGQ6Gt3jq3I/AAAAAAAAAzY/OyKLSEBiuHM/s320/08112010568%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a handy man!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Torger assembled everything after I picked it out, just what he wanted to do after running his own company and assembling things there all day, and I could not be happier! There have been rumors of an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; trip on Saturday (Torger's FIRST trip there!) so I will take pictures around the house&amp;nbsp;upon its completion, assuming Mr. Hagen survives his first &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; field trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Second adjustment: Torger has a cat. That's right folks, Heather Favre lives with a cat. Aside from being extremely allergic, I've never really liked cats before. Before &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt; that is. Believe it or not, I&amp;nbsp;like having Gary the cat around. Torger says he really likes me and that's why, when I wake up in the middle of the night, Gary is either laying/spooning by my legs or sprawled across my torso purring! As cute as this is, it is always interrupted by my sprint to the bathroom to wash my hands, wash my face, and change my shirt to avoid a sneeze attack, followed by my remorse for being allergic to him. If anyone has any suggestions for cat allergies that work better than Clariton OTC, I'm alllllll ears!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TGRmTqpgKQI/AAAAAAAAAzg/LtEdOnALXo8/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TGRmTqpgKQI/AAAAAAAAAzg/LtEdOnALXo8/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gary. [Not pictured: red eyes and sneeze face.]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE IS SO GOOD!&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you for sitting through the love fest! (For those of you who even got this far.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-5586174850311320653?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/5586174850311320653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=5586174850311320653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/5586174850311320653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/5586174850311320653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-giant-leap-for-well-me.html' title='One giant leap for, well, me'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/TGQ6Gt3jq3I/AAAAAAAAAzY/OyKLSEBiuHM/s72-c/08112010568%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-8984078615513449682</id><published>2010-08-05T14:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T14:19:12.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big things are happening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TFscnOg1MNI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/3p0bQDXy5n8/s1600/happy-and-excited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502022829999468754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TFscnOg1MNI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/3p0bQDXy5n8/s320/happy-and-excited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, of course, I haven't blogged about them. Please stay tuned for my update [&lt;em&gt;hopefully&lt;/em&gt;] to be posted on Monday. Definitely next week some time. Or the week after. Oh good, I'm &lt;em&gt;pre&lt;/em&gt;-procrastinating. THAT is a new achievement, even for me. Ok, enough of this! This is an intro-blog into my new, big things as well as a statement of my happiness! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-8984078615513449682?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/8984078615513449682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=8984078615513449682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/8984078615513449682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/8984078615513449682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2010/08/big-things-are-happening.html' title='Big things are happening'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/TFscnOg1MNI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/3p0bQDXy5n8/s72-c/happy-and-excited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-7230771840570275811</id><published>2010-06-21T11:35:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T11:39:23.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>Its the first official day of summer! And it was Father's Day yesterday! Life is good, friends... Life is good. For Father's Day, Carly and I decided to get some pictures taken of us that didn't include a tongue sticking out or crossed eyes. We love our Daddy so much and we wanted him to be able to see our bright shiny faces everyday. LOVE YOU DAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TB-jQ8ziWuI/AAAAAAAAAzI/XPnp_A4PWdc/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485282382756076258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TB-jQ8ziWuI/AAAAAAAAAzI/XPnp_A4PWdc/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TB-jMjqdHGI/AAAAAAAAAzA/Wo5iMf2vTjk/s1600/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485282307287620706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TB-jMjqdHGI/AAAAAAAAAzA/Wo5iMf2vTjk/s320/untitled2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TB-jJPPad4I/AAAAAAAAAy4/98se2WAPKGA/s1600/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485282250265884546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TB-jJPPad4I/AAAAAAAAAy4/98se2WAPKGA/s320/untitled3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TB-jFp6va0I/AAAAAAAAAyw/gOye2-E4X00/s1600/untitled4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485282188707457858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TB-jFp6va0I/AAAAAAAAAyw/gOye2-E4X00/s320/untitled4.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TB-jBDFvndI/AAAAAAAAAyo/qCAvqpgfchU/s1600/untitled5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485282109565148626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TB-jBDFvndI/AAAAAAAAAyo/qCAvqpgfchU/s320/untitled5.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TB-i77dZqlI/AAAAAAAAAyg/TIXrhmbnHKE/s1600/untitled6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485282021617543762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/TB-i77dZqlI/AAAAAAAAAyg/TIXrhmbnHKE/s320/untitled6.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-7230771840570275811?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/7230771840570275811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=7230771840570275811' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/7230771840570275811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/7230771840570275811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/TB-jQ8ziWuI/AAAAAAAAAzI/XPnp_A4PWdc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-8980501694708280360</id><published>2010-04-15T09:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T09:58:57.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I might be obsessed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MYA JUD ZAYACH AND KYLA JUD ZAYACH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S8c1QmccM_I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/DQu1Pq2lmo4/s1600/26534_385193102858_510412858_3686368_3184601_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460391632524030962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S8c1QmccM_I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/DQu1Pq2lmo4/s320/26534_385193102858_510412858_3686368_3184601_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't believe that one of my best friends, Miss Cidney J, has one year olds!!! I wish/hope that, if I ever have children, I can be as great of a mother as Cid is. Cidney told me that she feels like she was born to be a mom and, you know what?, I believe her! Cid is SO GOOD with Mya and Kyla. I am shocked everyday by how great she is with them and how she does &lt;strong&gt;such&lt;/strong&gt; a good job with &lt;strong&gt;SUCH EASE&lt;/strong&gt;! Its like, this is just second nature to her. I try to help when I can but she doesn't need it! When we go to dinner on our friend-dates, I feel like I am Cid's third daughter sometimes. I accidentally leave my enormous Diet Coke right on the edge of the table in front of a little girl, or leave my fork within arms reach but Cid is always right there to snatch it up before anything bad happens! I'M STILL LEARNING! I am so proud of you, Cidney J, and you are &lt;strong&gt;such a good example&lt;/strong&gt;. I am so excited for Mya and Kyla's birthday party this weekend and I will be sure to post pictures of that as well! I don't know what has gotten into Miss Heather Favre but I can honestly say I really love these little girls. Cidney (being the Judkins that she is) has SO MUCH family and they are all great but maybe Mya and Kyla having one more "aunt" couldn't hurt, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S8c1N0kHGJI/AAAAAAAAAyI/kdL5Tmw9oR0/s1600/26534_385193087858_510412858_3686365_1262794_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460391584774690962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S8c1N0kHGJI/AAAAAAAAAyI/kdL5Tmw9oR0/s320/26534_385193087858_510412858_3686365_1262794_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-8980501694708280360?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/8980501694708280360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=8980501694708280360' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/8980501694708280360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/8980501694708280360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-might-be-obsessed.html' title='I might be obsessed.'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/S8c1QmccM_I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/DQu1Pq2lmo4/s72-c/26534_385193102858_510412858_3686368_3184601_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-467409831943172690</id><published>2010-04-08T10:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T10:11:46.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAMA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S73_w2ul1cI/AAAAAAAAAyA/IMTd3xjzXH0/s1600/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457799538232645058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S73_w2ul1cI/AAAAAAAAAyA/IMTd3xjzXH0/s320/004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMA!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love you so much and you are the best Mom in the whole world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank you very much for all that you do, each and everyday. You are so special and you deserve way more credit than this blog. I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-467409831943172690?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/467409831943172690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=467409831943172690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/467409831943172690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/467409831943172690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-mama.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAMA!'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/S73_w2ul1cI/AAAAAAAAAyA/IMTd3xjzXH0/s72-c/004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-706833517729478180</id><published>2010-03-26T13:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T13:44:48.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An adorable milestone</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S60KhCkWfPI/AAAAAAAAAx4/MaCPw7gADMo/s1600/23533_379875762858_510412858_3551999_5918353_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453026286556839154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S60KhCkWfPI/AAAAAAAAAx4/MaCPw7gADMo/s320/23533_379875762858_510412858_3551999_5918353_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it! I held a baby! Believe it or not folks, I've never held a baby. Well, ok, I held my sister when she was born and I was 8 but that is truly it. My great friend Cidney J has recently (a year ago next month) found herself plus two and I knew this was my chance to get my foot in the adulthood door. I have always been waaaaaay too nervous to even attempt a good baby hold in the past but Cid believed in me, and I went for it! GO ME! Mya and Kyla are the cutest and happiest babies I've ever seen and they made this experience so easy for me! (Somehow, I think they know they are more mature than I am.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S60KeLQkjtI/AAAAAAAAAxw/2yDUlqdFsqs/s1600/23533_379875752858_510412858_3551997_1102371_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453026237350186706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S60KeLQkjtI/AAAAAAAAAxw/2yDUlqdFsqs/s320/23533_379875752858_510412858_3551997_1102371_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week Cid brought the girls to our volleyball games, unfortunately, I only looked at them from a distance. The second week I held Mya and I was so proud of myself! Week two I also thought I could tell them apart... but... as soon as week three showed up and they had different clothes on, I was done for. I'm &lt;em&gt;pretty sure&lt;/em&gt; the twin in the dark pink track suit is Kyla (above and below) and the lighter track suit is Mya (bottom picture). &lt;strong&gt;How cute are those dang track suits?!&lt;/strong&gt; I wish I could have gotten a picture of the girls standing in them because they are so CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S60KbX4l_kI/AAAAAAAAAxo/RlmDNu4ykto/s1600/23533_379875747858_510412858_3551996_4898368_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453026189199670850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S60KbX4l_kI/AAAAAAAAAxo/RlmDNu4ykto/s320/23533_379875747858_510412858_3551996_4898368_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These girls are so animated already! Cid kept asking me if I thought they were heavy but.. I have nothing to compare them too! I mean, yeah they are heavy ... compared to my dog? Bless my heart. I'm trying. Between games I kept sneaking them out of their stroller to play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453026124796483154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S60KXn9rVlI/AAAAAAAAAxg/Lc4sfOqZJ0U/s320/23533_379875742858_510412858_3551995_2611341_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its official, I'm obsessed with Mya Jud and Kyla Jud Zayach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-706833517729478180?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/706833517729478180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=706833517729478180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/706833517729478180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/706833517729478180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2010/03/adorable-milestone.html' title='An adorable milestone'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/S60KhCkWfPI/AAAAAAAAAx4/MaCPw7gADMo/s72-c/23533_379875762858_510412858_3551999_5918353_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-676747708054418460</id><published>2010-03-24T13:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T15:25:42.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah.. I'm gonna go there. Kind of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S6p-vHueW3I/AAAAAAAAAxY/2dhVCRNRu3A/s1600/6a00d834520b4b69e201287626734c970c-450wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452309646878333810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S6p-vHueW3I/AAAAAAAAAxY/2dhVCRNRu3A/s320/6a00d834520b4b69e201287626734c970c-450wi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let me start with a quote from Papa Mac: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Let me get this straight... we've passed a health care plan written by a&lt;br /&gt;committee whose chairman says he doesn't understand it, passed by a Congress&lt;br /&gt;that hasn't read it but exempts themselves from it, to be signed by a President&lt;br /&gt;that also hasn't read it (and who smokes), with funding administered by a&lt;br /&gt;Treasury Chief who didn't pay his taxes, all to be overseen by a Surgeon General&lt;br /&gt;who is obese. And lets also finance this by a country that's broke. What could&lt;br /&gt;possibly be wrong with this???"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will preface this blog by saying that I do not have all the answers. I do not have most answers. What I do have, though, are questions and concerns. As a jumping off point, I would like to address my opinion on a blog I read, written by my old CEU friend, Tanner. (Tanner's blog can be found &lt;a href="http://tannersrevolt.blogspot.com/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A big item of concern for Tanner was seeing an "over weight" friend of his using her facebook as a platform to say that [in so many words] she does not want to pay extra "so the government can kill millions of innocent babies." Here we go. To clear some things up, your "overweight Mormon friend" was referring to government funded abortions being included in the health care reform bill. Being a pro-choice right-winger (yes, its possible) I was still pleased to see that portion of said bill was taken out (for now...) HOWEVER, a large reason HCR did pass was because a hand full of democrats only voted in favor of the bill in return for the removal of government funded abortions, as exampled by Bart Stupak's change of heart. Unfortunately, Obama didn't sign said change-of-order as of yesterday and, really, what's forcing him to do so? So let's thank the "Stupak-12" for losing your spines for ABSOLUTELY NO REASON. &lt;a href="http://www.fireandreamitchell.com/2010/03/23/hows-that-anti-abortion-executive-order-on-abortion-working-out-for-stupak-not-so-well-as-obama-skips-signing-it/"&gt;(source)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Moving below the tip of the ice burg, I have a few more questions. If this Health Care Reform is what it claims to be, why isn't Congress enrolling in said health care? Chelsea Shilling asks this question best and, because I agree with her, &lt;a href="http://www.wnd.com/index.php?pageId=104716"&gt;I would like you to click here. &lt;/a&gt;To sum it up, Congress has health care that is "significantly more generous that what Americans are getting." I could be wrong, but I seem to remember Barack Obama, during the campaign trail, speaking out about just such health care and stated that Americans should have the same opportunity as Congress for great health care. Under new socialized medicine, I would like to request a change in my insurance. I am requesting to hop in on the same plan as the President, if that's not too much trouble?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This leads me into another article I read regarding the lack of tax payment by elected officials. &lt;a href="http://www.fireandreamitchell.com/2009/03/31/and-now-the-sixth-obama-cabinet-nominee-hhs-nominee-kathleen-sebelius-is-a-tax-cheat/"&gt;This article can be found here.&lt;/a&gt; To sum it up, there are four confirmed cases (and two pending) of Obama's cabinet failing to pay taxes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But this is bill will help my grandma, who is suffering.&lt;/em&gt; No, it wont. I have become familiar with a new term just today and I would like to share my understanding of it with the two people that have made it this far into my blog. (Thanks for reading!) The term is &lt;strong&gt;geriatricide.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://goodsensepolitics.blogspot.com/2009/07/obamacare-solution-geriatricide.html"&gt;[In the interest of saving time, I will summarize but for the low-down dirty shame, click here.]&lt;/a&gt; Basically, people can&lt;strong&gt; age out&lt;/strong&gt; of government paid health care. Is there a big difference between the &lt;em&gt;evil insurance companies &lt;/em&gt;dropping people and people being penalized for living too long? They even offer end-of-life counseling. Are you serious? There are so many different ways to do the same thing, as I am learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because I do not have time to go on, and on, I will point out one more thing and &lt;a href="http://www.fireandreamitchell.com/2010/03/22/20-ways-obamacare-will-take-away-our-freedoms/"&gt;urge you click the final link titled "20 Ways ObamaCare Will Take Away Our Freedoms."&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To quote linked website, (and I chose this one as it applies to people my age), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You're a single guy without children? Tough, your policy must cover pediatric&lt;br /&gt;services. You're a woman who can't have children? Tough, your policy must cover&lt;br /&gt;maternity services. You're a teetotaler? Tough, your policy must cover substance&lt;br /&gt;abuse treatment. (Section 1302)."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I do know a few Mormons still in support of Obama. I guess they wont mind paying for strung out meth-addicts to go to rehab? It should be asked, how many times may said meth-addict be allowed to go to rehab... on my dime?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"You are young and healthy and want to pay for insurance that reflects that&lt;br /&gt;status? Tough. You'll have to pay for premiums that cover not only you, but also&lt;br /&gt;the guy who smokes three packs a day, drinks a gallon of whiskey and eat chicken&lt;br /&gt;fat off the floor. That's because insurance companies will no longer be able to&lt;br /&gt;underwrite on the basis of a person's health status. (Section 2701)."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I already get screwed when it comes to insurance and, according to Obama, I am almost middle class anyways. I do not believe this reform will help me at all. I believe that the only people that will truly end up being helped, are those that don't have jobs (or pay taxes) to begin with. Government mandates are an extremely slippery slope to begin with, in terms of constitutional rights, and this proves it. Thanks, but no thanks ObamaCare. Obama can keep the &lt;em&gt;Change&lt;/em&gt;.. I'd like to keep some of mine too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-676747708054418460?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/676747708054418460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=676747708054418460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/676747708054418460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/676747708054418460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2010/03/yeah-im-gonna-go-there-kind-of.html' title='Yeah.. I&apos;m gonna go there. Kind of.'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/S6p-vHueW3I/AAAAAAAAAxY/2dhVCRNRu3A/s72-c/6a00d834520b4b69e201287626734c970c-450wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-1515332567391819915</id><published>2010-03-09T14:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T14:55:41.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life really is a boomerang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S5bBU0gZ8wI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ItRZDMHV5OM/s1600-h/PlateIV_Enlisted_Dress_Uniform.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 89px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446753362787300098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S5bBU0gZ8wI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ItRZDMHV5OM/s320/PlateIV_Enlisted_Dress_Uniform.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today Miss Brynn and I were lunching at Barbacoa down the street from our building, as we do nearly once a week. We got our favorites and sat down to eat and chat, also like normal. While we eating we noticed a young Marine in line to get his food and we commented on their "dress blues" and how they really, really don't match. The red and the blue and the khaki? Eh. Anywho, shortly after our conversation I noticed Mr. Marine walk out of line, &lt;em&gt;without any food&lt;/em&gt;, and looking at the back of his debit card. He then sat at a table and made a phone call, while looking at his card. I soon realized that his card had been declined and he was calling to check his balance. &lt;strong&gt;My heart broke&lt;/strong&gt;. Brynn and I talked about how, if we worked there, we would have just given him the dang burrito he ordered! While he was on the phone (I'm assuming he was talking to his bank), we went and paid for Mr. Marine's order and asked the Barbacoa employee if she could please take him his lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Later, the same employee said that Mr. Marine had come back and asked her to "Please, please thank whoever paid for [his] lunch. PROFUSELY!" I felt so good!!! I also felt like it was the LEAST we could do for him seeing as how he puts his life on the line to protect US! I should be thanking him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was still so happy and full when I came back to lunch and I told my mom I was going to blog about a good deed and that she should check back in a few. She then informed me that someone had done a good deed for her just &lt;strong&gt;this morning&lt;/strong&gt;! My mom stopped at the grocery store this morning on her way to work and, as she went to pay, the checker told her that someone earlier had "paid it forward" and left a $10 balance for the next customer! Turns out, I was paying it forward without even realizing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when the universe reminds me that there are still good people out here. &lt;strong&gt;Life is good&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-1515332567391819915?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/1515332567391819915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=1515332567391819915' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/1515332567391819915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/1515332567391819915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-really-is-boomerang.html' title='Life really is a boomerang.'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/S5bBU0gZ8wI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ItRZDMHV5OM/s72-c/PlateIV_Enlisted_Dress_Uniform.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-5305559389420349207</id><published>2010-03-03T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T14:34:06.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I really like this picture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S47VutKcZlI/AAAAAAAAAwY/E2EtisC68DI/s1600-h/animal-picture-giraffe-ucumari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444523997911606866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S47VutKcZlI/AAAAAAAAAwY/E2EtisC68DI/s320/animal-picture-giraffe-ucumari.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love giraffes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-5305559389420349207?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/5305559389420349207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=5305559389420349207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/5305559389420349207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/5305559389420349207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-really-like-this-picture.html' title='I really like this picture.'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/S47VutKcZlI/AAAAAAAAAwY/E2EtisC68DI/s72-c/animal-picture-giraffe-ucumari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-1416302635388516866</id><published>2010-02-17T16:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:32:45.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Indecision is the graveyard of good intentions"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel as though Mr. Jimmy Buffett put it best:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Indecision may, or may not, be my problem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The older I get, the harder decisions seem to be for me. I know I am not alone in thinking that &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;with age, comes wisdom.&lt;/span&gt; Such does not seem to be the case for yours truly. For some reason, every time I put off a big life decision, I just figured it would work itself out. So here I am, 23 years old and sitting in a proverbial car stuck in neutral and coasting, while the world is passing me by. Don't get me wrong, I am not &lt;em&gt;unhappy&lt;/em&gt; with my life as I know it.. I'm just.. Bored. I think. I can't even seem to decide if I am bored or not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Older and wiser voices can help you find the right path, if you are willing to listen."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; In the words of Oscar Levant, whoever he is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Once I make up my mind, I'm full of indecision."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hear you, Oscar. Just when I think I have made up my mind, about ANYTHING, I am wracked with nervousness and.. yes.. &lt;em&gt;more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;indecision&lt;/strong&gt;! I can honestly say that because of my indecision, people have been caught in some pretty stupid situations. The thought of "The Future" has always been so distant and make-believe. "The Future" in my mind was/is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;silver jumpsuits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;space ships;&lt;/span&gt; not careers and husbands. Just when I think I have found my path or road to the future and all that's left is for me to put my life in proverbial drive, I FREAK OUT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I don't want to step on the gas quite yet." "I don't know if this what I want." "I'm not ready for an adult relationship."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This, inevitably, leads to: "I miss that." "What was I thinking?! Of course that was right for me!" "GROW UP!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wish I could sit here and say that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The risk of a wrong decision is preferable to the terror of indecision"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BUT, such is not the case. For me, its the decision itself that causes me terror and not the subject of said decision. (Trust me when I say that I KNOW how crazy this may sound.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My good friend, and roommate, Brynn and I were talking today about just this subject. Her new outlook on life, and mainly relationships, is this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take the plunge and make a decision. If it doesn't work out, then you'll know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have become so worried about making the wrong decision that I've ended up avoiding making &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; decisions in the last two years. Yes I've made &lt;em&gt;choices&lt;/em&gt;, but as far as making serious decisions and sticking to them, well, you've had the wrong girl. Until now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On this Ash Wednesday (No, I am not Catholic) I am making a resolution. I hear by resolve to take the following quotes to heart and to live by them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"People who think too much before they act don't act too much."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;While I will still continue to think before I act, I resolve to no longer &lt;em&gt;OVER&lt;/em&gt; think my future actions. I resolve to make well-informed decisions AND STICK TO THEM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If it doesn't work out, there will never be any doubt that the pleasure was worth all the pain."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I resolve to give each decision my best and most valiant effort. I resolve to dive head first into my decisions and hope for the best. HOWEVER, in the event I have made a bad decision, I will take lessons from it and see it as a learning tool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Searching is half the fun. Life is much more manageable when thought of as a scavenger hunt as opposed to a surprise party."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(I think we all know how much Heather Favre loves surprises!) HOWEVER, I resolve to plan out my future as needed. I resolve to see each &lt;em&gt;choice&lt;/em&gt; as a stepping stone, or clue, in this scavenger hunt we call life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Because I have blogged this, there is no turning back. I must face feelings and choices head on now. I must grow up (ICK). I must do this now. I close with some goals I hope to turn into decisions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally&lt;/em&gt; changing my major from Health Science to [TBA]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Turning [TBA] from to be announced into a real life major. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally, once and for all, deciding whether or not a former love is, in fact, the love of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As proud as I am of myself, I'm also &lt;strong&gt;extremely&lt;/strong&gt; nervous! This is real life, folks, and my adulthood starts.... &lt;strong&gt;Now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-1416302635388516866?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/1416302635388516866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=1416302635388516866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/1416302635388516866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/1416302635388516866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2010/02/indecision-is-graveyard-of-good.html' title='&quot;Indecision is the graveyard of good intentions&quot;'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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-7476587238954690397.post-2116270469897365682</id><published>2010-02-12T15:18:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T15:33:20.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Valentine's-y thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S3XT9L8v1qI/AAAAAAAAAv4/lt-rp27mHYU/s1600-h/Flower+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437485173252806306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S3XT9L8v1qI/AAAAAAAAAv4/lt-rp27mHYU/s320/Flower+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S3XTwLL87XI/AAAAAAAAAvw/r2HMKDQFLg0/s1600-h/Flower+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437484949709843826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S3XTwLL87XI/AAAAAAAAAvw/r2HMKDQFLg0/s320/Flower+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish these pictures did these flowers justice! I was surprised at work this morning with an early Valentine's surprise! (No, I'm not ready to say who they are from. hee hee) I wasn't expecting anything at all from Mr. Mystery and this really, really made my day. Luckily, Mr. Mystery happens to be good friends with my fabulous roommate Brynn who just happens to be a florist! Today, and most days, life is good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-2116270469897365682?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/2116270469897365682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=2116270469897365682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/2116270469897365682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/2116270469897365682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-y-thank-you.html' title='A Valentine&apos;s-y thank you'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/S3XT9L8v1qI/AAAAAAAAAv4/lt-rp27mHYU/s72-c/Flower+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-1203810243357906423</id><published>2010-02-08T09:49:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T10:20:25.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 23rd, Maren Ericson!</title><content type='html'>An open letter to Miss Maren Ericson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435923358148406594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S3BHflSvLUI/AAAAAAAAAvo/HQ99sYX-H5I/s320/big.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Maroline, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon reading your blog, Best Friendship: Part Two, I could only conclude (through tear filled eyes) that I do in fact miss you. Yes, this is news to everyone... BUT BIG WHOOP! I found some great quotes that I would like to share with you on this, the day you turn 23.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435922752915514642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S3BG8Wn-JRI/AAAAAAAAAvg/bjlh5Vx2Ed0/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It is by chance we met . . .By choice we became friends."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wasn't it just?! Although we both had offers to play volleyball elsewhere, we both ended up choosing College of Eastern Utah as our new home. Who KNOWS where (and WHO) we'd be if you had chosen Northern Idaho and I had chosen Benedictine?! What would this small, small world be with out the super power that is our Best Friendship? We got ourselves into this mess alllll because you could do the Harlem Shake. Oh, you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Forever Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sometimes in life, you find a &lt;strong&gt;special friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Someone who changes your life just by being part of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Someone who makes you &lt;strong&gt;laugh&lt;/strong&gt; until you can't stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Someone who makes you believe that there really is good in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Someone who convinces you that there really is an unlocked door just waiting for you to open it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;Forever Friendship&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When you're down, and the world seems dark and empty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Your forever friend lifts you up in spirit and makes that dark and empty world suddenly seem &lt;strong&gt;bright and full.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Your forever friend gets you through the hard times, the sad times,and the confused times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Your forever friend holds your hand and tells you that everything is going to be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And if you find such a friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You feel happy and complete, because you need not worry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You have a forever friend for &lt;strong&gt;life&lt;/strong&gt;, and forever has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;no end&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank you for always being my forever friend, Maren Ericson. I wish you the HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY to date! You deserve it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Together forever, never apart. Maybe in distance, but never in heart.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-1203810243357906423?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/1203810243357906423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=1203810243357906423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/1203810243357906423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/1203810243357906423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-23rd-maren-ericson.html' title='Happy 23rd, Maren Ericson!'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/S3BHflSvLUI/AAAAAAAAAvo/HQ99sYX-H5I/s72-c/big.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-3366632546362344676</id><published>2010-02-01T16:24:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T17:00:01.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Can I get some of those Tums?"</title><content type='html'>FRIENDS! Hello! I have been absent from my blog for nearly two months and I am ready to get back into it, at least for this post. I can't promise a hard hitting news blog, but I can promise to be adorable and a little endearing; let me know if I hit my target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weekends ago I had the opportunity to travel to a very distant, very tropical land known as St. George, Utah. Thanks to a surprising check from my last apartments refunding my deposit (Thank you again for not finding the hole I burned in the carpet and tried to fix myself), I was able to make the journey. Brynn, of Blooms &amp;amp; Co. fame as well as my new roommate, and my new favorite friend Miss Aubrey left early Friday to prepare for the half marathon they were running in and I rode down with Brynn's boyfriend Ben and his two roommates. Cannnnnn we say Eventful Car Ride? The discussion started innocent enough but quickly turned heated upon the topic of STUPID Michael Vick. It's no secret I have more love in my heart for animals than I do for most people, and obviously I was going to argue to the death that Michael Vick should NOT be in the NFL for a second time. The boys, however, disagreed. Booooyyyy did they disagree. By the time we reached Provo, I was in silent tears behind the driver's seat, so frustrated I couldn't speak. I felt bad for the puppies, ok?! After apologies were made and friendships were mended, the car ride was nearly over. Then came Cedar... DUN DUN DUN! It ended up snowing really badly and cars were sliding all over. Ben and the boys had to pull over a couple times to help stranded travelers push their cars out of ditches and snow banks. FINALLY we got to Brynn's St. George-get away-home. Can I just tell you how nice this home is?! Right on a golf course, decorated well enough to be in a magazine but still homey enough to really enjoy the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey and Brynn did AWESOME in their half marathon and I could NOT have been prouder of both of them! I admire these girls so much for getting up early nearly every morning running until they can't run anymore! I wish I had taken pictures at the finish line but I was just so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, we all decided that bowling would be a great way to stir up some more competitive animosity so away we went! Seeing as the trip ended up being three boys and three girls, obviously we had to make bets and argue each gender's superiority. (We joked all weekend that the six of us should have our own season of Real World: St. George")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433425763468429010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S2dn8cD9xtI/AAAAAAAAAvY/LJyUC-Ndq9I/s320/Feb+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Brynn and I were kicking BUTT in the spare department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433425684744700658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S2dn32yxAvI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/FP_BABP3-RM/s320/Feb+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when we thought the girls would end up victorious in Game 2, Robbins got a STUPID STRIKE! Below is a very candid picture. I was trying to take a picture of us winning the game and just as I snapped the photo, BAM.. ROBBINS GOT A STRIKE and Mikey and Ben erupted. UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433425606352118898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S2dnzSwhJHI/AAAAAAAAAvI/hcXB9Dt_9-k/s320/Feb+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433425537778298946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S2dnvTTPsEI/AAAAAAAAAvA/771I0exr8TE/s320/Feb+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sad. Thanks for hopping in the picture Mikey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433425462900461778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S2dnq8W-kNI/AAAAAAAAAu4/uNff75fUz0g/s320/Feb+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a BEAUTIFUL day in St. George and the weather was in the 50's so Ben, Brynn, Mikey and I decided to go play tennis. Tennis with boys just doesn't last as long as it should, seeing as how we're not as good... SO we ended up starting a game of HORSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433425290934638962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/S2dng7vIWXI/AAAAAAAAAuo/byPc78e0VV8/s320/Feb+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After seeing this picture, my little sister asked why I never jumped like this for CEU. Ouch, Carly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUCH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a fun weekend with everyone and I would just like to say thank you again to the Larsen's for letting us stay at their GREAT house. I would also like to give Miss Aubrey a shout out because she and I became great friends in St. George as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coming soon: My blog/Ode to Brynn Larsen. Stay tuned!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-3366632546362344676?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/3366632546362344676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=3366632546362344676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/3366632546362344676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/3366632546362344676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2010/02/can-i-get-some-of-those-tums.html' title='&quot;Can I get some of those Tums?&quot;'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/S2dn8cD9xtI/AAAAAAAAAvY/LJyUC-Ndq9I/s72-c/Feb+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-8488632032491568229</id><published>2009-12-16T10:52:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:12:29.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the best sister ever:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/Syke1oMxqRI/AAAAAAAAAto/D6VdHpnNN2A/s1600-h/13944_1221596234050_1653290233_555720_777608_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415893933562636562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/Syke1oMxqRI/AAAAAAAAAto/D6VdHpnNN2A/s320/13944_1221596234050_1653290233_555720_777608_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CARLY!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Today my little sister turns the big &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIVE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Oooooh lorrrrrdy&lt;/em&gt;. I always rolled my eyes when older people would say "Oh you got your permit? Watch out roads!" but really... watch out. Lol ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when my little sister was born... Boy was that an &lt;em&gt;adjustment&lt;/em&gt;. After having been an only child for 8 long years, I had no idea what to think about this &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;screaming, pooping, time consuming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; addition to my family. Through the 15 years of this little gal's life, we have had our ups and downs, that is for&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SURE&lt;/span&gt;. I am so happy that, lately, they've all been UPS because Carly is one of my favorite people to be around now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister, Carly, impresses me more and more every year. She is truly talented in &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/strong&gt; that she does. Carly has been a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;competitive cheerleader&lt;/span&gt;, in &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;dance company&lt;/span&gt; and most recently, a 9th grader playing &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;high school volleyball&lt;/span&gt;. She has such a knack for making friends and she is always doing something on the weekends with various people; her "dance card" is always full. She got asked to Hillcrest Homecoming this year for cryin' out loud! (I think she's been to three dances actually.) Carly is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;beautiful girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;beautiful heart&lt;/span&gt; and she is &lt;strong&gt;HILARIOUS!&lt;/strong&gt; I hope that Carly and I stay close forever because this is one sister I am glad to have! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415897315868836482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/Sykh6gRagoI/AAAAAAAAAtw/u5Lm9YIEf6o/s320/10216_1172584288782_1653290233_433351_4537352_n.jpg" /&gt;Carly and her volleyball team. (she's on the far left in the pink socks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/Sykex-WyJFI/AAAAAAAAAtg/XQDDJNLZIAU/s1600-h/4535_502377781795_305400023_6747_6926003_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415893870790714450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/Sykex-WyJFI/AAAAAAAAAtg/XQDDJNLZIAU/s320/4535_502377781795_305400023_6747_6926003_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carly and I after one of her dance performances. (hence, the glitter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SykeuEODwkI/AAAAAAAAAtY/N-aRt9dALy4/s1600-h/10216_1172584408785_1653290233_433354_5834723_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415893803645256258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SykeuEODwkI/AAAAAAAAAtY/N-aRt9dALy4/s320/10216_1172584408785_1653290233_433354_5834723_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly and a friend from the Hillcrest volleyball team in their gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SykepxeCiXI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/T1mL2Kpw27s/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415893729892534642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SykepxeCiXI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/T1mL2Kpw27s/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly and I on a great summer night. Love this girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-8488632032491568229?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/8488632032491568229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=8488632032491568229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/8488632032491568229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/8488632032491568229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-best-sister-ever.html' title='To the best sister ever:'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/Syke1oMxqRI/AAAAAAAAAto/D6VdHpnNN2A/s72-c/13944_1221596234050_1653290233_555720_777608_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-4837681445566998219</id><published>2009-12-15T11:59:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T12:19:12.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't know what I was missing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SyfdC3WbkKI/AAAAAAAAAtI/7iwdHWzvpw4/s1600-h/netflix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415540118223818914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SyfdC3WbkKI/AAAAAAAAAtI/7iwdHWzvpw4/s320/netflix.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;NETFLIX! I signed up for this Netflix treasure trove yesterday and I am already IN LOVE! Luckily, when I am doing data entry at work, I can watch shows instantly on my computer AS WELL AS have a top pick waiting for me when I get home. Right now I am watching Season 1 of Dexter (See picture below). I've always wanted to watch Dexter but the times in which it is on tv and my life just don't match up. *After watching the first episode... I might keep with it.. Or move on. Another beauty of Netflix I suppose* I would just like to say: Thank you Netflix for shining your instant movies, tv series and documentaries into my life with such ease. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/Syfc9PT-KtI/AAAAAAAAAtA/6ElmFmBXejU/s1600-h/dexter_season_one_cbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415540021576739538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/Syfc9PT-KtI/AAAAAAAAAtA/6ElmFmBXejU/s320/dexter_season_one_cbs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instant movies and no late fees... What'll they think of next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-4837681445566998219?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/4837681445566998219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=4837681445566998219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/4837681445566998219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/4837681445566998219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-didnt-know-what-i-was-missing.html' title='I didn&apos;t know what I was missing!'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SyfdC3WbkKI/AAAAAAAAAtI/7iwdHWzvpw4/s72-c/netflix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-5805470727579990631</id><published>2009-12-08T09:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:15:56.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/Sx6EwCT-XZI/AAAAAAAAAs4/ChNE_K_DBl0/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412909762935152018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/Sx6EwCT-XZI/AAAAAAAAAs4/ChNE_K_DBl0/s320/003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to take a minute to wish my favorite Daddy a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Posted above is my absolute &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; daddy-daughter picture. (Check out the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;radical&lt;/span&gt; pants, huh?!) I really feel so lucky to have a dad as great as Papa Mac. Growing up, I was &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Daddy's little girl&lt;/span&gt;. I played softball in the backyard with him, I helped him rake leaves (and played in them), I watched him work with all different kinds of tools around the house and learned the importance of knowing whether you need a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Phillips&lt;/span&gt; or a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Flathead&lt;/span&gt; screwdriver. My dad was my first softball coach and, by watching videos and researching, he taught me how to pitch as well. We used to spend &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hours&lt;/span&gt; in our backyard practicing my pitching; some sessions going much better than others. In the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;summers&lt;/span&gt; my dad taught me how to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;water ski&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;wake board&lt;/span&gt; and in the winters he was always willing to sled down a hill with his little girl. As I got older, it was my sense of humor that my dad unknowingly help to shape by just being as hilarious as anyone ever was. Anyone who has ever laughed at a joke of mine has Papa Mac to thank for that lol. I &lt;strong&gt;look up&lt;/strong&gt; to my dad so much and I can't tell you how much I love spending Sundays over at my parents' house watching &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;NFL&lt;/span&gt; games, screaming at the TV, cracking jokes and eating great food. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I have a great set of parents and I am one lucky girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-5805470727579990631?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/5805470727579990631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=5805470727579990631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/5805470727579990631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/5805470727579990631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/Sx6EwCT-XZI/AAAAAAAAAs4/ChNE_K_DBl0/s72-c/003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-4194354782844160837</id><published>2009-12-01T15:33:00.029-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:32:38.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a semester!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; My oh my&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; how things change! Its&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;incredible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to think about this past semester and how much my life has changed. With the passing of an old best friend, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lambeau,&lt;/span&gt; and the addition of a new buddy, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Rockwell Posada&lt;/span&gt; (I will post all his pictures soon), relationships starting again and ending for the last time, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a big kid birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and finally feeling a &lt;em&gt;little bit&lt;/em&gt; more grown up than I ever have. I have realized a lot about myself lately but I know I still have a long way to go. I would like to start by issuing an apology to whom it may concern, that may or may not read my blog anymore: I am sorry for how things worked out. People grow, change, and evolve and, while we didn't work out, eventually we will find ourselves where we need to be with whom ever we need to be with. Our time was truly great and I only wish the timing were better.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Moving on to happier times..... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAREN SURPRISED ME!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; When I &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; got home from work on Thursday night... &lt;strong&gt;THERE SHE WAS!&lt;/strong&gt; My roommate, Jessie, had known all along and picked Maren up from the airport! I WAS SO HAPPY! I'd like to say a big thanks to Mr Pete for giving Maren a buddy pass and letting her fly to Utah for &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;$30&lt;/span&gt;! :) The night after my birthday, Saturday the 21st of November, I invited my club going friends out to &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Greenstreet&lt;/span&gt; for a night of celebration and laughter! At one point Maren and I counted about 40 friends in attendence; I could NOT have been happier! Here are a few favorite pictures of the night but for the complete selections, visit me via facebook :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410404098204334802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SxWd3JzJetI/AAAAAAAAAsw/GtzsNhZ7Qa0/s320/Birth+003.jpg" /&gt;Maren, Jessie, and I got there early to command tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410404032157258578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SxWdzTwTE1I/AAAAAAAAAso/pYY7_BrPRHI/s320/Birth+004.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CIDNEY J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [and her brother and boyfriend] CAME! This girl is &lt;em&gt;such&lt;/em&gt; a great friend! AND she has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;seven month old&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TWINS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at home! Miss Cidney and I have been through quite a bit over our years of friendship and nothing makes me happier than when she is loving life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SxWdYGtCRpI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/S6dsLVATC5M/s1600/Birth+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410403564797445778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SxWdYGtCRpI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/S6dsLVATC5M/s320/Birth+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Matt Park [and his brother] came! Gotta love CEU friendships.. They seriously last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SxWdTrm3xAI/AAAAAAAAAsI/0aXEt3bVMc8/s1600/Birth+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410403488804357122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SxWdTrm3xAI/AAAAAAAAAsI/0aXEt3bVMc8/s320/Birth+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah... Brynn (of Blooms and Co.) and Ben Jamin. Best couple out there. I am so happy they came. Can I just say a quick THANK YOU to Brynn for all she does?! Brynn and I work together and there seriously isn't a day that goes by that she doesn't either helps with serious life stuff or makes me light headed from laughing so hard.. or both! She keeps me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SxWdKk9Ap6I/AAAAAAAAAsA/58tD7KpHvZY/s1600/Birth+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410403332399343522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SxWdKk9Ap6I/AAAAAAAAAsA/58tD7KpHvZY/s320/Birth+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WE SMILED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SxWdIAPcxYI/AAAAAAAAAr4/2ExU3mg8F7A/s1600/Birth+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410403288184833410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SxWdIAPcxYI/AAAAAAAAAr4/2ExU3mg8F7A/s320/Birth+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SxWdAThEvxI/AAAAAAAAArw/cokJKlkzooA/s1600/Birth+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410403155920076562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SxWdAThEvxI/AAAAAAAAArw/cokJKlkzooA/s320/Birth+034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it was this guy's birthday too lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SxWc8soudiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ci0tpAG02Kk/s1600/Birth+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410403093943580194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SxWc8soudiI/AAAAAAAAAro/ci0tpAG02Kk/s320/Birth+036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Miss Jessie, Nick, Isaac, Miss Ashley freakin Postell, and Jeff G (Jessie's boyfriend)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just when I thought the night had gone off without a hitch, my intoxicated-ness after many many birthday shots dropped my camera! I thought it would be fine.. It was not. May my camera and its broken shutter rest in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SxWcMQlZdUI/AAAAAAAAArg/iafWPdSqOKc/s1600/Birth+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410402261779707202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SxWcMQlZdUI/AAAAAAAAArg/iafWPdSqOKc/s320/Birth+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the last picture my old friend, Camera will ever take. AWWW MAN! I guess Santa will have to bring me a new one.. &lt;em&gt;Darn...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-4194354782844160837?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/4194354782844160837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=4194354782844160837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/4194354782844160837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/4194354782844160837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-semester.html' title='What a semester!'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SxWd3JzJetI/AAAAAAAAAsw/GtzsNhZ7Qa0/s72-c/Birth+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-2435791501956855568</id><published>2009-11-20T09:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T09:49:46.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WAS BORN!</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday. I wouldn't normally be sharing such news BUT guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MAREN IS IN TOWN!!!! SHE SURPRISED ME!! I HAD NO IDEA SHE WAS COMING AND SHE IS HERE AND SHE IS MY BEST FRIEND! (She came to work with me today! he he he he)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of the weekend to follow... after the weekend. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-2435791501956855568?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/2435791501956855568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=2435791501956855568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/2435791501956855568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/2435791501956855568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-was-born.html' title='I WAS BORN!'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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-7476587238954690397.post-2647227553775801929</id><published>2009-09-17T08:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:48:53.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>04/26/2007-09/16/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear Lambeau,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you so much. Your two full years here were the best I could have asked for. I loved watching you "hunt" for worms in the ground and digging them up. I loved how excited you got when you would chase a mouse around the yard and finally catch one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382447554300495778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SrJLiIBAR6I/AAAAAAAAAp4/k81y9ECUyoI/s320/25296836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The day I brought you home was one of the happiest days of my life and I am forever changed just having had you in my life. I hated your heart murmur and I hated finding out you had to beat all odds everyday just to continue being adorable. You were truly a very Special Boy and I am grateful I got to know you, cuddle with you, and love you everyday. Your cuddles were truly special. I miss when you would bury your nose in my blanket and burrow your way under. I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SrJKzBV1otI/AAAAAAAAApo/gU7swZ5zKtM/s1600-h/n305400023_5376_4409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382446745054978770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SrJKzBV1otI/AAAAAAAAApo/gU7swZ5zKtM/s320/n305400023_5376_4409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-2647227553775801929?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/2647227553775801929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=2647227553775801929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/2647227553775801929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/2647227553775801929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2009/09/04262007-091609.html' title='04/26/2007-09/16/09'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SrJLiIBAR6I/AAAAAAAAAp4/k81y9ECUyoI/s72-c/25296836.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-8871127873153186977</id><published>2009-09-04T09:31:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T10:00:53.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In need of amazing flowers?</title><content type='html'>Well do I have the florist for you! My very good friend &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Brynn Larsen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a self made woman who has turned her outstanding creativity and love of all things crafty into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bonafide&lt;/span&gt; business: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blooms &amp;amp; Co.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Brynn has done free lance flowers for weddings and gatherings for quite some time and has had such great success that she is taking it to another level by finally becoming even more "legit." Ms. Larsen amazes me everyday by taking her &lt;em&gt;so-crazy-they-just-may-work&lt;/em&gt; ideas and turning them into amazing works of flower art. (She even creates her own flower holders, for lack of a more technical term.)&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloomsandco.blogspot.com/"&gt;By clicking here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (or clicking on her link under my friends) you can see some of Brynn's more recent arrangements. If you, or anyone you know, need flowers AND want them to look amazing, Blooms &amp;amp; Co. is for you. Come on guys, I am positive each of us know at LEAST 12 couples getting married before the end of this year. Brynn is extremely professional but will also make you feel very confident about ideas and input. Plus, I mean, she's my friend so you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KNOW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she is also &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;hilarious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SqE4GoLJ9xI/AAAAAAAAApg/tKcY4veiP2A/s1600-h/n1286362999_30323189_8222422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377641116571662098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SqE4GoLJ9xI/AAAAAAAAApg/tKcY4veiP2A/s320/n1286362999_30323189_8222422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SqE4EPinTjI/AAAAAAAAApY/79LfngHEoEY/s1600-h/n17832137_36939951_7798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377641075599429170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SqE4EPinTjI/AAAAAAAAApY/79LfngHEoEY/s320/n17832137_36939951_7798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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I moved in with my friend Jessie and I have been in the process of unpacking, hanging things, and moving furniture all around. Ha ha ha its been so much fun and I will post pictures once I am all decorated and such. My good friend Brynn's brother Chase got married on the 2nd and it was a BEAUTIFUL reception! I only got a few pictures but I had so much fun! For the guest book, they had a photo booth that gave you two copies; one to keep and one to paste in the book and sign next to it! SUCH A CUTE IDEA! (of course I haven't scanned that in yet) Brynn is an AMAZING florist and she did all the flowers for Chase's wedding as well as about a hundred other couples this year. (She did the flowers right next to me in this picture as well as the flowers in the other picture.) She just recently FINALLY got a company name for her amazing talents and if anyone needs flowers for ANYTHING, you have to call Blooms &amp;amp; Co. Ask me for her number.. SHE IS AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357976006838042546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/Sltaylqlv7I/AAAAAAAAAno/1I7--czSLv8/s320/More+Summer+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357976101605889186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/Slta4GtAVKI/AAAAAAAAAnw/ZdggmflP05A/s320/More+Summer+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my aunt and uncle were in town so my family went over to my cousin Matthew's house for a little visit and it was so much fun! On the way there, Carly and I had a little photo shoot. Don't worry, there are about a hundred more but I saved those for facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357976259757189186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SltbBT3NqEI/AAAAAAAAAn4/YO4GFa4zwnI/s320/More+Summer+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly had some 3-D glasses that she popped the lenses out of and I thought they were hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357976331496881410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SltbFfHSfQI/AAAAAAAAAoA/xVzced1JvY0/s320/More+Summer+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Matthew and his wife Stacie sure do make some cute daughters! Ashlee is their oldest and she didn't get in any pictures but Lauryn and Kaitlyn sure did love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SltbV1-Xf4I/AAAAAAAAAog/qAW5MDgvKhs/s1600-h/More+Summer+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357976612511383426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SltbV1-Xf4I/AAAAAAAAAog/qAW5MDgvKhs/s320/More+Summer+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SltbSsuxJxI/AAAAAAAAAoY/tx-BXjZPedA/s1600-h/More+Summer+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357976558490429202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SltbSsuxJxI/AAAAAAAAAoY/tx-BXjZPedA/s320/More+Summer+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SltbOmxKzBI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/VQlLLyo8ysU/s1600-h/More+Summer+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357976488170408978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SltbOmxKzBI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/VQlLLyo8ysU/s320/More+Summer+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SltbLKHXd5I/AAAAAAAAAoI/fpZwUAz-52Q/s1600-h/More+Summer+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357976428939278226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SltbLKHXd5I/AAAAAAAAAoI/fpZwUAz-52Q/s320/More+Summer+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-5352335041691393951?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/5352335041691393951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=5352335041691393951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/5352335041691393951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/5352335041691393951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-life-last-month.html' title='My life last month...'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/Sltaylqlv7I/AAAAAAAAAno/1I7--czSLv8/s72-c/More+Summer+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-8883770410606832473</id><published>2009-05-06T10:01:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:33:11.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am just loving life!</title><content type='html'>Lately, I have just been loving life! Last weekend Jake's parents and brother let me tag along for Jake's last home game/senior weekend business in St. George and I had so much fun! I was a little nervous about 4 hours in the car with them but they were absolutely hilarious and i felt so comfortable! Of course my camera died so I am waiting for their pictures so I can post them later.&lt;br /&gt;The night before I left for St. George, Margarita and I went to give Brynn her birthday present because I wanted to be there to give her the present. I have so much fun with these girls, let me tell you! Margarita and I got Brynn a whole lot of running stuff because that woman runs like 10 miles a day! (BEFORE WORK I might add) NO THANK YOU! We were trying to find something fun to wrap her presents in and as soon as we saw it.. we knew... A PINATA! As you know, I love dinosaurs and my love has rubbed off on my cute friends so when I saw this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dino&lt;/span&gt; plate at target for ONE DOLLAR I knew it would be a perfect birthday card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SgG3nnIoP1I/AAAAAAAAAng/T3wg4GHs5Vs/s1600-h/4241_521290319089_122801740_30926249_778461_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332745324931333970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SgG3nnIoP1I/AAAAAAAAAng/T3wg4GHs5Vs/s320/4241_521290319089_122801740_30926249_778461_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SgG3lcFHxjI/AAAAAAAAAnY/sCqR6GUYYeY/s1600-h/4241_521290334059_122801740_30926252_461239_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332745287604094514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SgG3lcFHxjI/AAAAAAAAAnY/sCqR6GUYYeY/s320/4241_521290334059_122801740_30926252_461239_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brynn does wedding flowers on the side, AND SHE IS AMAZING I MIGHT ADD, so we interrupted her in progress, hence the garage setting and sweats :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SgG3i8uhGWI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/TpS71HaeQ10/s1600-h/4241_521290339049_122801740_30926253_975834_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332745244828047714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SgG3i8uhGWI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/TpS71HaeQ10/s320/4241_521290339049_122801740_30926253_975834_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SgG3gP0OGsI/AAAAAAAAAnI/plb4VFQgx3o/s1600-h/4241_521290368989_122801740_30926255_7860328_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332745198412634818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SgG3gP0OGsI/AAAAAAAAAnI/plb4VFQgx3o/s320/4241_521290368989_122801740_30926255_7860328_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted a group picture so we set the timer and put it on the hood of the car and apparently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Margarita's&lt;/span&gt; camera beeps every second so we were doing little dancing until the picture finally took. So fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SgG3deWqs7I/AAAAAAAAAnA/XmddFuAfpWw/s1600-h/4241_521290378969_122801740_30926257_7610693_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332745150775604146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SgG3deWqs7I/AAAAAAAAAnA/XmddFuAfpWw/s320/4241_521290378969_122801740_30926257_7610693_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SgG3aSRVBMI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TiNPBJebbGY/s1600-h/4241_521290403919_122801740_30926259_6627332_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332745095992378562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SgG3aSRVBMI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TiNPBJebbGY/s320/4241_521290403919_122801740_30926259_6627332_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SgG3WvlQTxI/AAAAAAAAAmw/bjzieOmnlTM/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332745035141107474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SgG3WvlQTxI/AAAAAAAAAmw/bjzieOmnlTM/s320/New+Image.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night, I was super bored but I just couldn't talk myself into going to the gym so I decided that OF COURSE playing outside was the next best thing so Carly and I got to it! (And we dressed alike as well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SgG3SBQaNgI/AAAAAAAAAmo/0v-eZ32BgNQ/s1600-h/0505091944-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332744953986168322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SgG3SBQaNgI/AAAAAAAAAmo/0v-eZ32BgNQ/s320/0505091944-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SgG3KD0GTBI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ojifsaJ3DBs/s1600-h/0505091948-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332744817233775634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SgG3KD0GTBI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ojifsaJ3DBs/s320/0505091948-00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ROLLERBLADES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SgG3G86DB6I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/O-R7nfsgcS0/s1600-h/0505091950-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332744763840071586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SgG3G86DB6I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/O-R7nfsgcS0/s320/0505091950-00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they scare me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SgG3DsZynyI/AAAAAAAAAmI/kIKU159So2Q/s1600-h/0505091957-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332744707870203682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SgG3DsZynyI/AAAAAAAAAmI/kIKU159So2Q/s320/0505091957-00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And going down hill? FORGET IT! When I finally got up the nerve to go down straight, I got scared about how fast I was going and I turned into a driveway.. Too bad I still couldn't stop and when I tried to turn around, I just kept spinning ha ha ha Good thing Carly was following me on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;long board&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SgG3ADza5_I/AAAAAAAAAmA/HSijk4bBViU/s1600-h/0505092016-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332744645432240114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SgG3ADza5_I/AAAAAAAAAmA/HSijk4bBViU/s320/0505092016-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-8883770410606832473?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/8883770410606832473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=8883770410606832473' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/8883770410606832473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/8883770410606832473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-just-loving-life.html' title='I am just loving life!'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SgG3nnIoP1I/AAAAAAAAAng/T3wg4GHs5Vs/s72-c/4241_521290319089_122801740_30926249_778461_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-3277584611406288597</id><published>2009-04-08T09:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:56:07.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so jealous!!!</title><content type='html'>Let me start by letting out a little "UGH." Jacob, my cute boy, is in fact on his way to HAWAII right now and I COULD NOT be more jealous! UGH! Ha ha I wish I could go SO SO SO SO BAD! Dixie is finally in a conference and there are two Hawaii teams in that conference so there ya have it, free trip to Hawaii for almost TWO WEEKS! UGH! -I was google imaging pictures of Hawaii to put up here and they all just made me even MORE JEALOUS!- I know they play Hawaii Hilo and then Hawaii Pacific but I'm not sure where Pacific is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322349646665060850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdzIzfvlkfI/AAAAAAAAAl4/wOXBslBYe1c/s320/hawaii_map.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways! Last Friday, I was walking down the stairs at work to the 15th floor and the UPS guy (or FedEx, I don't remember) was doing his daily deliveries and there was a flower box in the mix. The receptionist, Diane, was joking about how she wished they were for her and, since I happened to be walking by, I said "Oh Diane, those are for me!" Little did I know... THEY REALLY WERE!!!!!! Jake had sent me flowers for absolutely no reason AND I happened to be on the 15th floor right as they were delivered. ADORABLE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so grateful to have such a thoughtful boyfriend and I wanted to return the favor but its not like I could send a boy flowers so I did the next best thing... I sent him PIZZA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322348191331946162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdzHeyNIjrI/AAAAAAAAAlw/YUduFsL7_3I/s320/jake.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I called and ordered a pizza to send to Jake's house and just paid for it over the phone. Jake said he was so confused at first but once he figured it out, he called me and thanked me and all throughout the day I got texts from him saying how cool I am. Ha ha ha ha when he called he goes "So this is what it feels like to get flowers!" haha ha oh I love him. I should said though that the idea wasn't original, it was actually an idea Danielle's dad used before.. But I just thought it was such a good idea! At any rate, have fun in Hawaii Jake! GOOD LUCK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-3277584611406288597?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/3277584611406288597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=3277584611406288597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/3277584611406288597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/3277584611406288597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-so-jealous.html' title='I&apos;m so jealous!!!'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SdzIzfvlkfI/AAAAAAAAAl4/wOXBslBYe1c/s72-c/hawaii_map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-1355746813876282891</id><published>2009-04-03T15:57:00.028-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:24:58.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights of the time of my life!</title><content type='html'>Spring Break 2009!! The morning after the Jazz game Maren and I got in my car and rolled out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaJcI-Hl-I/AAAAAAAAAlo/zwKiQMzPLiQ/s1600-h/100_1148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320591126322190306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaJcI-Hl-I/AAAAAAAAAlo/zwKiQMzPLiQ/s320/100_1148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaJY5MpGwI/AAAAAAAAAlg/ENIbP8NnK5k/s1600-h/100_1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320591070548531970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaJY5MpGwI/AAAAAAAAAlg/ENIbP8NnK5k/s320/100_1153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my GPS (that I got for free!) We called the voice Daniel and he saved our lives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got to the Stratosphere we headed straight to the pool. One of the worker men came up to a us a little later and mentioned something about a free cabana and we were so confused so we declined. Only Maren and Heather would decline something like that! After he left we thought about what he said and decided we wanted a free cabana after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320590863792548818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaJM2-LK9I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/4B5RXq1dyd8/s320/100_1188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaJQveCv8I/AAAAAAAAAlY/eRszI81M3gU/s1600-h/100_1179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320590930498207682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaJQveCv8I/AAAAAAAAAlY/eRszI81M3gU/s320/100_1179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They came with toys and drinks and a flat screen TV! Of course lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaJE-mCgJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/1pgOnjuO83A/s1600-h/DSCN0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320590728399847570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaJE-mCgJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/1pgOnjuO83A/s320/DSCN0542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a few nights of going out, before we went to St. George, we decided to ride the Big Shot once Jake and Jeff got to Vegas. SO FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaI_Y08AKI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Xn1y9D_cEO8/s1600-h/DSCN0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320590632362442914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaI_Y08AKI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Xn1y9D_cEO8/s320/DSCN0550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our favorite picture of Jeff (far right) ha ha ha ha we think he looks so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaI7ip8ReI/AAAAAAAAAk4/WqVWNyJl5dU/s1600-h/DSCN0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320590566281201122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaI7ip8ReI/AAAAAAAAAk4/WqVWNyJl5dU/s320/DSCN0551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a worker named Deesha. She let us ride more than once for free! We asked for a picture and I guess she liked Maren a WHOLE LOT more than she liked me! BRAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While in St. George, we went for a drive to Zion National Park. It was $25 to get in the park AND it was raining.. so we turned back around lol. There is a town called Virgin, Utah on the way home and boy did we have fun there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaI2TtLzaI/AAAAAAAAAkw/SXS31E9pWxo/s1600-h/DSCN0582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320590476368924066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaI2TtLzaI/AAAAAAAAAkw/SXS31E9pWxo/s320/DSCN0582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaIwRUfnSI/AAAAAAAAAko/70kqH_ouYDI/s1600-h/DSCN0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320590372649278754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaIwRUfnSI/AAAAAAAAAko/70kqH_ouYDI/s320/DSCN0581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaIr7p7QJI/AAAAAAAAAkg/IehK1whmYeM/s1600-h/DSCN0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320590298114113682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaIr7p7QJI/AAAAAAAAAkg/IehK1whmYeM/s320/DSCN0556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Indian made farting noises and we could NOT figure out where they were coming from ha ha ha This little store also had a "zoo" where you could feed the animals carrots! Four carrots for a dollar! Boo yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaIlg0QEUI/AAAAAAAAAkY/FYl-Zrczk_E/s1600-h/DSCN0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320590187830448450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaIlg0QEUI/AAAAAAAAAkY/FYl-Zrczk_E/s320/DSCN0567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaIgSdKcmI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Xf2sNJqq80/s1600-h/DSCN0575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320590098076168802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaIgSdKcmI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Xf2sNJqq80/s320/DSCN0575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also enjoyed some windy Dixie Red Storm baseball! Maren wants to be a Red Storm...er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaIYID_1oI/AAAAAAAAAkI/12Hha2ehUkc/s1600-h/DSCN0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320589957847307906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaIYID_1oI/AAAAAAAAAkI/12Hha2ehUkc/s320/DSCN0591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320589537159910082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaH_o4TksI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Fm4zb5aEItg/s320/DSCN0597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cute boyfriend. (He moves back to Salt Lake in 5 weeks!!!! I CAN'T WAIT!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mare and I decided to go to Snow Canyon for a little hike and we laughed the entire time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaID5XX5PI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JYpSDyzgnjI/s1600-h/DSCN0643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320589610304660722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaID5XX5PI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JYpSDyzgnjI/s320/DSCN0643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaH3jY7xkI/AAAAAAAAAjw/sXWSFPK3EcM/s1600-h/DSCN0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320589398247196226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaH3jY7xkI/AAAAAAAAAjw/sXWSFPK3EcM/s320/DSCN0617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaHui8DRHI/AAAAAAAAAjo/0davNkAlx1Q/s1600-h/DSCN0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320589243507229810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaHui8DRHI/AAAAAAAAAjo/0davNkAlx1Q/s320/DSCN0631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaHlIjTbYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/V0wyWZEI9SM/s1600-h/DSCN0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320589081805286786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaHlIjTbYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/V0wyWZEI9SM/s320/DSCN0639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked some passers-by to take our picture and their little daughter just hoped in the picture! ha ha ha So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaHcqYjBLI/AAAAAAAAAjY/6MU7TtExriQ/s1600-h/DSCN0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320588936268154034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaHcqYjBLI/AAAAAAAAAjY/6MU7TtExriQ/s320/DSCN0642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaHXb3GEYI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/6uCkdsDZPMw/s1600-h/DSCN0645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320588846470402434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaHXb3GEYI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/6uCkdsDZPMw/s320/DSCN0645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole hike I kept tripping on rocks, or sand, every time I looked up and finally, I fell down. It was more a skid while I screamed but Maren was so far in front of me that she thought I was really hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this post is sort of rushed but I just want to say that I always have the time of my life with Maren Ericson and we both want to thank Jake (and his roommates) for letting us take over his house for a week! We took over the house and especially Jake's bedroom and he was nothing but perfect about it. I love you Jacob!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-1355746813876282891?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/1355746813876282891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=1355746813876282891' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/1355746813876282891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/1355746813876282891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2009/04/highlights-of-time-of-my-life.html' title='Highlights of the time of my life!'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SdaJcI-Hl-I/AAAAAAAAAlo/zwKiQMzPLiQ/s72-c/100_1148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-4450426043268450581</id><published>2009-03-16T09:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:00:44.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THIRY HOURS, THIRTY MINUTES, 18 SECONDS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's right friends, Spring Break is quickly approaching and you know what that means... MAREN IS COMIN' TO TOWN!!! I can't wait. I am going to pick her up from the airport tomorrow at 4:10 (visitors welcome!) and I just cant wait! This action packed and full filled agenda will ensue as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4:10- Pick up Maren at the airport and take one thousand pictures until we get just the right mix of excitement and happiness on our faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4:20- Giggle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is as far as I have planned according to time. HOWEVER, we have.. wait for it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313809345350574658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/Sb5xciHFokI/AAAAAAAAAho/9r5gq8y4mEI/s320/jazz.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jazz tickets! We looked and looked for some radical retro Jazz memorabilia because, as you may know, it is St. Patrick's Day tomorrow as well! We had no such luck but I will still keep hope in my heart that some vintage John Stockton jerseys fall from the sky before game time. Also, how great is Matt Harpring? I don't see the big whoop over Kyle Korver, especially when Mr. Harpring is so adorable!!! I LOVE HIM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday morning, hopefully early, we are leaving for....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313809890817579586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/Sb5x8SIjmkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/J9ye7alElGE/s320/LasVegasSign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;FABULOUS LAS VEGAS!!!!! Either going to, or stopping in, Vegas for Spring Break has proved to be a tradition for Maren and I for the last four years running! Allow me to inform my readers that the forecast for Las Vegas the days we will be there are absolutely PERFECT!!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313812173594126066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/Sb50BKI5ZvI/AAAAAAAAAiA/JvDgH_SHTjc/s320/ist2_2265718-happy-sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wed 81° Thursday 82° Friday 82°&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be jealous! Ok.. BE JEALOUS!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313814961233966338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/Sb52ja6BtQI/AAAAAAAAAiI/TaCw_lDfo0w/s320/Stratosphere_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're staying in Vegas, at the radical Stratosphere, for two nights and then on Friday, CEU is playing Southern Nevada and we still know some boys, two any way, on the team so we thought we'd better go soak up some more sun and watch them for a while. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the game, we will be heading North to stay with Jake in St. George for another five days. I think its five, I could be wrong. Anyways! Dixie has a couple of baseball games on the 23rd and 24th so, obviously, we will be attending. Everything about Spring Break is working out just perfectly and it hasn't even started yet!!! I am so happy to have a break from classes and homework and ECSTATIC to be spending my time with my very best friend in sunny weather, getting our tans on! I have never ever NOT had THE TIME OF MY LIFE when Maren and I are together and I just CAN NOT WAIT!!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-4450426043268450581?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/4450426043268450581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=4450426043268450581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/4450426043268450581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/4450426043268450581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2009/03/thiry-hours-thirty-minutes-18-seconds.html' title='THIRY HOURS, THIRTY MINUTES, 18 SECONDS!'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/Sb5xciHFokI/AAAAAAAAAho/9r5gq8y4mEI/s72-c/jazz.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-1142522691258766234</id><published>2009-02-11T11:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:11:44.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SZMfw5o4uRI/AAAAAAAAAgY/V5Tcyt6YZxk/s1600-h/B_Favre_080907_5_Wide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301616111311698194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SZMfw5o4uRI/AAAAAAAAAgY/V5Tcyt6YZxk/s320/B_Favre_080907_5_Wide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, I'm pretty sure its official. My one true love is retiring.. Again. Say all the jokes you want.. but I'm really sad. I thought for sure he could play AT LEAST one more year. I had such high hopes. I miss him already. I'm sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301619422333838578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SZMixoKFJPI/AAAAAAAAAgg/PoJ8Sc6T3Ck/s320/photo61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a picture from after the Packers' Super Bowl win in 1996.. I miss him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-1142522691258766234?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/1142522691258766234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=1142522691258766234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/1142522691258766234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/1142522691258766234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-so-sad.html' title='I&apos;m so sad'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SZMfw5o4uRI/AAAAAAAAAgY/V5Tcyt6YZxk/s72-c/B_Favre_080907_5_Wide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-8788045629469343443</id><published>2009-01-08T11:29:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:40:03.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better late than never..</title><content type='html'>This is really late but I'm posting it anyways! A couple weeks ago, Jake and I went over to my very best Utah friend Danielle's house to build "gingerbread" houses with her and her fiance, Nate. They were having some kind of competition with each other but Jake and I just made one house because we just aren't "crafty Mormons." ;) Anyways, it was kind of last minute so Jake and I just grabbed whatever we found at my house and I think we did a great job ha ha. Just a warning, it was TEN DEGREES outside so I had a lot of layers on top. I'm kind of embarrassed about how big I look next to Danielle ha ha ha. I just love her and I can't wait for her and Nater tot to get married! Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288992335743653394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SWZGgc_DlhI/AAAAAAAAAfk/sKLfU7iQakA/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SWZG5rO9RzI/AAAAAAAAAf8/kfYFZooOWJI/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288992769065174834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SWZG5rO9RzI/AAAAAAAAAf8/kfYFZooOWJI/s320/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288992069617014818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SWZGQ9lhWCI/AAAAAAAAAfU/FW1G04Fk7VU/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288991993794342690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SWZGMjH_LyI/AAAAAAAAAfM/eEVPvYmtLx8/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SWZGrq2BNkI/AAAAAAAAAf0/9-wUrA9sWuM/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288992528442406466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SWZGrq2BNkI/AAAAAAAAAf0/9-wUrA9sWuM/s320/Picture+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SWZGmYE0WgI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Rq9akukz5bI/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288992437504858626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SWZGmYE0WgI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Rq9akukz5bI/s320/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SWZGXdbDYQI/AAAAAAAAAfc/tBs2q9KhhkM/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288992181242257666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SWZGXdbDYQI/AAAAAAAAAfc/tBs2q9KhhkM/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake was getting kinda over loaded with pictures (I only posted a fraction ha ha) and he was trying to duck out of this picture and it ended up being a really cute picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-8788045629469343443?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/8788045629469343443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=8788045629469343443' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/8788045629469343443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/8788045629469343443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2009/01/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better late than never..'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SWZGgc_DlhI/AAAAAAAAAfk/sKLfU7iQakA/s72-c/Picture+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-1661135988851821020</id><published>2008-12-19T14:43:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:48:56.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Lambeau!</title><content type='html'>I just love my dog! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lambeau&lt;/span&gt; is too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' cute! He really brightens my day 100% of the time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AAAAAdorable&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281620434978275858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SUwVzWlTAhI/AAAAAAAAAes/DsJ0VgTLoGg/s320/n305400023_5377_4670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281620304632213490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SUwVrxAX7_I/AAAAAAAAAec/sd-xKjQreWM/s320/n305400023_5375_4134.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SUwVvjgRPYI/AAAAAAAAAek/ueSG79YgdXk/s1600-h/n305400023_5376_4409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281620369727372674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SUwVvjgRPYI/AAAAAAAAAek/ueSG79YgdXk/s320/n305400023_5376_4409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loves to perch on Jake. Loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281620505945135970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SUwV3e9HW2I/AAAAAAAAAe0/u0yz8Os8RPY/s320/n305400023_5382_5937.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281620874448175714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SUwWM7vFgmI/AAAAAAAAAfE/NpHS4kp8apw/s320/n305400023_5383_6201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-1661135988851821020?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/1661135988851821020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=1661135988851821020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/1661135988851821020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/1661135988851821020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-lambeau.html' title='Oh Lambeau!'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SUwVzWlTAhI/AAAAAAAAAes/DsJ0VgTLoGg/s72-c/n305400023_5377_4670.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-6923644911968958957</id><published>2008-11-21T11:35:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T12:31:51.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two-Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's right kids, Heather is 22 years old. It's gross. I know it's gross. I don't want to get any older so, if it alright with everyone else, I wont. I will say that I had the best birthday I've had in a long time though, so that made me really happy! :o) I'm sorry this blog is so late, I've been a busy girl...&lt;br /&gt;Danielle took me to lunch after class on my birthday and I loved it! Then when I got home there was an interesting long shaped box on my porch that said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ProFlowers&lt;/span&gt;" and I was very excited! Jake (my boyfriend, he he he) sent me the best flowers ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SScAMqkTWCI/AAAAAAAAAdk/2XfZXRDCSwM/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271182106445436962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SScAMqkTWCI/AAAAAAAAAdk/2XfZXRDCSwM/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its kind of a crappy picture (closeness-wise) but there were four different kinds of roses!! I was so disappointed that he couldn't come up from St. George for my birthday and I for sure wasn't expecting anything to show up on my porch so I was grinning all day about them! They came with some chocolate action as well, he he he. **Sappy girlfriend comment alert:** Jake really might be the most thoughtful person in the world and I just love him and he made my birthday really special without even being up here! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MUAH&lt;/span&gt;! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS! My parents took me to my favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; for birthday dinner and, not even kidding, I'm STILL full. I LOVE MARKET STREET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271183324136630482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SScBTi0gaNI/AAAAAAAAAds/ER4YNx9m4Cg/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271183471126642514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SScBcGZp_1I/AAAAAAAAAd8/0qvIZeTy27o/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Crab legs might be my most favorite food in the world and I ate the crap out of it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273792543151059922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/STBGYFGfc9I/AAAAAAAAAeM/uZuEpzCJkFE/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273792460653564882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/STBGTRxjk9I/AAAAAAAAAeE/Va250MiJ2i8/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For my birthday "cake" all I wanted was CREME &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BRULEE&lt;/span&gt;!!! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;looooove&lt;/span&gt; it and I always get it at Market Street because it's the best! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just want to end this blog by saying thank you so much to my parents for an awesome birthday and all my presents! I wish I had time to post the pictures of all my presents but I just can't. I love you both so much! Thank you for the best 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday ever!&lt;br /&gt;-And Jake, you are my favorite :o) I've had the best birthday week ever! Don't go back to St. George :o(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-6923644911968958957?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/6923644911968958957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=6923644911968958957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/6923644911968958957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/6923644911968958957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-two.html' title='Two-Two'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SScAMqkTWCI/AAAAAAAAAdk/2XfZXRDCSwM/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-857433205568540545</id><published>2008-11-07T15:41:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:46:08.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I SUCK AT THIS!</title><content type='html'>This blogging business has been put on the back burner I guess and I'm sorry.. I don't have a lot of time left for creativity lately seein as how school and work suck the life out of me but I'm gonna post a few pictures that I got from Maren's camera and then later I'm gonna put everything together!! I miss Maren everyday and I can NOT wait until Spring Break!! I love you Mare and I'm sorry I suck at blogging about us lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SRTE3Z1SlhI/AAAAAAAAAdc/BrANJDOj4b4/s1600-h/l_8a1368351eca076281c1c675ad5a7d8f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266050320409204242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SRTE3Z1SlhI/AAAAAAAAAdc/BrANJDOj4b4/s320/l_8a1368351eca076281c1c675ad5a7d8f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part of the little surprise I brought her, more about the surprise later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SRTE0LTUAVI/AAAAAAAAAdU/JLkcH6E031o/s1600-h/l_16c9ebf0892c5922059be78d0bfca050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266050264968986962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SRTE0LTUAVI/AAAAAAAAAdU/JLkcH6E031o/s320/l_16c9ebf0892c5922059be78d0bfca050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reppin' the BSU colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SRTEww7yAJI/AAAAAAAAAdM/CXBbImVNMjs/s1600-h/l_c4a1897d19072ace6d93c144c314cc37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266050206351360146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SRTEww7yAJI/AAAAAAAAAdM/CXBbImVNMjs/s320/l_c4a1897d19072ace6d93c144c314cc37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And finally, our fifth hug.. ADORABLE!!! Frick I miss Maren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-857433205568540545?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/857433205568540545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=857433205568540545' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/857433205568540545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/857433205568540545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-suck-at-this.html' title='I SUCK AT THIS!'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SRTE3Z1SlhI/AAAAAAAAAdc/BrANJDOj4b4/s72-c/l_8a1368351eca076281c1c675ad5a7d8f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-6433171049630989012</id><published>2008-10-24T15:20:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:32:26.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MAREN CAME TO UTAH!!</title><content type='html'>I was so excited that my best friend Maren (and all of Boise State volleyball) played Utah State last night!! My friend Danielle and I drove up to support my special and we took some great pictures. We watch Mare play and then waited for her to be ready to play with us and then went to Mare's hotel (sexy) and laughed and laughed and laughed. I didn't get home until almost 3 this morning and, don't you worry, my camera battery "exhausted" in the middle of Mare's games so I will charge it and add all the pictures from there and then Maren has some on her camera. I was like a little mother hen when Mare got in the game! I was yelling the whole match, of course, but I got so excited for Maren and I was trying so hard to take action shots but I am just no good at it so I am sorry.. You will see tomorrow.. (They are just not good) HOWEVER, I do have pictures of Danielle and I from her camera so I will post those today and then do a gigantic blog tomorrow with Maren and my pictures =] =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260835466784373218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SQI9--N1eeI/AAAAAAAAAc8/WoGeOti_7ZQ/s320/n500295784_1420390_2692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wore our shirts to rep' some BSU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SQI-CamhHDI/AAAAAAAAAdE/4FGdEKUfm8U/s1600-h/n500295784_1420385_4473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260835525943696434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SQI-CamhHDI/AAAAAAAAAdE/4FGdEKUfm8U/s320/n500295784_1420385_4473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And heels because our pants were really long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SQI96MzDqOI/AAAAAAAAAc0/LRbGl7YC8hk/s1600-h/n500295784_1420381_3161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260835384799242466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SQI96MzDqOI/AAAAAAAAAc0/LRbGl7YC8hk/s320/n500295784_1420381_3161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we ran into the game and took a picture while we were at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SQI91aTNTmI/AAAAAAAAAcs/tglvBbAF3yM/s1600-h/n500295784_1420377_1594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260835302524407394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SQI91aTNTmI/AAAAAAAAAcs/tglvBbAF3yM/s320/n500295784_1420377_1594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And found some statues on campus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SQI9w6JFqLI/AAAAAAAAAck/D_5ImfuvYG8/s1600-h/n500295784_1420360_1370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260835225172551858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SQI9w6JFqLI/AAAAAAAAAck/D_5ImfuvYG8/s320/n500295784_1420360_1370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we saw a sweet play place but we had to SQEEEEEEZE into it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SQI9piHVpEI/AAAAAAAAAcc/YX66EFFEcmk/s1600-h/n500295784_1420359_1050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260835098463675458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SQI9piHVpEI/AAAAAAAAAcc/YX66EFFEcmk/s320/n500295784_1420359_1050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And it hurt real bad. But we made it. Luckily my A-cups helped me (for once) but Miss Double D Danielle Dastrup was another story ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SQI9h31i0_I/AAAAAAAAAcU/5MjAX3226Fc/s1600-h/n500295784_1420362_2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260834966855668722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SQI9h31i0_I/AAAAAAAAAcU/5MjAX3226Fc/s320/n500295784_1420362_2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WEIRDEST STATUES EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SQI9eapZr_I/AAAAAAAAAcM/7rtjYA18hUg/s1600-h/n500295784_1420366_2967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260834907480502258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SQI9eapZr_I/AAAAAAAAAcM/7rtjYA18hUg/s320/n500295784_1420366_2967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SQI9Z3UJznI/AAAAAAAAAcE/xbZz3nLhLAs/s1600-h/n500295784_1420365_2671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260834829276663410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SQI9Z3UJznI/AAAAAAAAAcE/xbZz3nLhLAs/s320/n500295784_1420365_2671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new boyfriend! Isn't he so cute.. He treats me so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-6433171049630989012?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/6433171049630989012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=6433171049630989012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/6433171049630989012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/6433171049630989012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2008/10/maren-came-to-utah.html' title='MAREN CAME TO UTAH!!'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SQI9--N1eeI/AAAAAAAAAc8/WoGeOti_7ZQ/s72-c/n500295784_1420390_2692.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-3662030910115069721</id><published>2008-09-29T09:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:10:49.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SOD6tlfH5RI/AAAAAAAAAY0/fNtr4Ae2ucY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251472826577708306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SOD6tlfH5RI/AAAAAAAAAY0/fNtr4Ae2ucY/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, this picture is just a flashback picture from my 16th birthday but I think it was the last time that all five of us girls were together at once! (From the left, it goes Brittney, Whitney, Me, Jacque, and Danielle.) I was so excited to get a license on this day that I called these girls and we all went to Whitney's house and then I drove us around. Ahh... remember when driving was fun???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whitney has gone and gotten herself married now (see: My Best Friend's Wedding blog) and now my favorite little Danielle has gotten engaged as of last Thursday! Congrats Dani!!!! I just love Miss Danielle and we have become even closer this past year or so and I am so happy about it. During high school, the five of us girls sort of drifted apart because we all went from Churchill Jr High to different high schools. I went to Jordan (gag), Danielle and Jacque went to Hillcrest, Britt went to Skyline, and Whitney went to Brighton. Random right? But then after my time in Price, I went to a semester of school at Utah Valley State College and turns out, Danielle was in my Biology class!! We became really close after that and now that we both go to Salt Lake Community College together she is really one of my best friends again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its so weird that we are all growing up! (Well, at least they all are.) Whit's married, Danielle's engaged, Jacque is really serious with her boyfriend, and so is Britt!! I am so happy for all my little junior high crowd!! As a side note, I REALLY miss that all of us had long hair!! ha ha ha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is us now... SO CRAZY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251475982041309634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SOD9lQgRYcI/AAAAAAAAAY8/DQT9sVcXJJY/s320/l_8c6e115b0aae8990d7aabd387f442f87.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats again to Danielley!!! And I would also like to wish her a Happy Twenty Two tomorrow!!! =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-3662030910115069721?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/3662030910115069721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=3662030910115069721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/3662030910115069721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/3662030910115069721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-this-picture-is-just-flashback.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SOD6tlfH5RI/AAAAAAAAAY0/fNtr4Ae2ucY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-7798007323199027202</id><published>2008-09-19T14:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T14:38:26.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, Beans tagged me in her blog so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is for age: I'm 21.. I will be 22 soon and I'm not super happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B is for burger of choice: Have you guys been to Five Guys' Burgers yet?!?! SO GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C is for the car I drive: 2002 Jeep Liberty!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D is for your dog's name: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lambeau&lt;/span&gt; =] and Gertie. (beans, you love dogs don't lie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E is for essential item you use every day: my cell phone. I would miss Maren even more if I didn't have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F is for favorite TV show at the moment: NFL football games!!! And the Fox &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-game show! Oh how I love that Terry Bradshaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G is for favorite game: Don’t wake daddy of course. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; I used to love love love Pretty Pretty Princess! Ask my family, they will agree. I wonder what happened?? Maren and I kicked butt at fugitive out sophomore year in Price. WE WON the last time we played and we thought everyone was playing a joke on us ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H is for home state: Utah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is for instruments you play: The vocal cords! Harmony Mountain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ringin'&lt;/span&gt; any bells????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J is for favorite juice: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I was sick, Mare would bring me Orange, Pineapple, Banana Juice (Dole) and we call it Get Better Soon Juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K is for whose bum you'd like to kick: Madonna's!!! I HATE MADONNA! And Paula Abdul... Oh how I hate them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for last restaurant at which you ate: The Dodo today at lunch with my Mom and Otha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Motha&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MMMMM&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M is for your favorite Muppet: ZOE. wasn't she Elmo's sister or something? Cousin maybe? She was the orange one that looked like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Fragil&lt;/span&gt; and crazy hair. I could relate to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N is for number of piercings: 5 in one ear, two in the other ear, belly button, and the lip side…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O is for overnight hospital stays: I think just when I was born.. Maybe for my tonsils? It was a simpler time when I got my tonsils out. (I was only three I believe) But I do remember throwing up the ENTIRE way home in the car and all I had to throw up in was one of those kidney shaped puke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;collectors&lt;/span&gt;… It was like yucky pink color.. pinkish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;redish&lt;/span&gt; throw-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;upish&lt;/span&gt;… But I also remember my mom having to empty it out the window like 10 times.. ha ha ha that's so gross… &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt; a mother's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P is for people you were with today: My work people.. but it is Friday so we'll see!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q is for what you do with your quiet time: Watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;. I think I'm addicted ha ha ha FOOD NETWORK!! But also, I just love reality shows… Part of me really believes that Mare and I will meet these people some day and I'm gonna need to know everything about them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R is for biggest regret: I don't have any regrets but now I wanna hear Beans' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;jr&lt;/span&gt; high regrets!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S is for status: Married to Brett &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Favre&lt;/span&gt;.. We’re going on about.. let's see… 12 years now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;, what a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T is for time you woke up today: That would be 7:55 I believe.. And I was out the door to work by 8:05. ha ha ha I'm looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;grrrreat&lt;/span&gt; today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U is for what you consider unique about yourself: Probably just my general disposition and good looks.. and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;resemblance&lt;/span&gt; to a chimp. Just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V is for vegetable you love: ALL VEGGIES! I just love them all! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;mmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X is for x-rays you've had: dentist x-rays, which by the way make me GAG every SINGLE time so they still have to give me the little kid size ones &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I seriously FREAK when it's x-ray time and they say "just breath through your nose" so I like hyperventilate through my nose and try to restrain my heaves. I'm embarrassed for myself as well, don't worry. Also, I've had a number of hand x-rays. I think we can all think back fondly to my brutal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;pinky&lt;/span&gt; fiasco in 10t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; grade. I was pitching (softball) and a very large &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Polynesian&lt;/span&gt; girl, or woman, hit a line drive back at me and I seem to remember catching it, of course, but my right hand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;pinky&lt;/span&gt; got involved somehow and the ball crushed my knuckle so it was up-and-down instead of side-to-side. This resulted in a gnarly surgery to put a screw in my knuckle joint and A LOT of rehab for my entire hand, as well as the loss of most of my sophomore season of volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y is for yummy food you ate today: THE DODO!!! I liked it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z is for zodiac: Scorpio.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;hissssss&lt;/span&gt;. Do scorpions hiss? I don't even know for sure…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I tag.. EVERYONE! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; I only have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;hand full&lt;/span&gt; of blog friends so just do it! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Meag&lt;/span&gt;, I know you're going to! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-7798007323199027202?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/7798007323199027202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=7798007323199027202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/7798007323199027202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/7798007323199027202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-beans-tagged-me-in-her-blog-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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-7476587238954690397.post-5762831771847228635</id><published>2008-09-05T08:50:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:03:19.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CEU Alumni..</title><content type='html'>So our annual alumni game was last weekend. Beans, Meagan, and I all went down and spent a little girls' night in Price at the National 9 and I had a blast!! We were pretty lazy about taking pictures but we got some good ones and I promise we'll take better pictures next weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There a ton of alumni and three setters so playing time got cut a little short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SMFIel6TPgI/AAAAAAAAAWU/uRfsQ7KPgd0/s1600-h/lineup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242551131645885954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SMFIel6TPgI/AAAAAAAAAWU/uRfsQ7KPgd0/s320/lineup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242550729037108786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SMFIHKE41jI/AAAAAAAAAVc/W4EcMyPo17g/s320/Picture+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beans and I just taking our turn sitting out =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SMFIcay_UxI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Lfya7TNJufI/s1600-h/blockish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242551094302692114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SMFIcay_UxI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Lfya7TNJufI/s320/blockish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The school photographer was a little more into the team than the alumni, I don't blame him, so there weren't too many action shots to post. This is Meagan and I on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SMFIZzJmOXI/AAAAAAAAAWE/tnocsWL8IwA/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242551049300359538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SMFIZzJmOXI/AAAAAAAAAWE/tnocsWL8IwA/s320/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the game we talked to all the people we hadn't seen forever and I loved it! Especially because a couple of the return missionaries were back and we hadn't seen them in two years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242550812613997986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SMFIMBbK9aI/AAAAAAAAAVk/AV3updH0Ztk/s320/Picture+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me, Chandler, Meag, Beans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SMFIWudCZiI/AAAAAAAAAV8/iwk4BTk65Mo/s1600-h/Picture+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242550996500112930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SMFIWudCZiI/AAAAAAAAAV8/iwk4BTk65Mo/s320/Picture+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dom and Park came to support us and our pictures were great! ha ha I freakin' love these guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242552385044875410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SMFJnjL6CJI/AAAAAAAAAWc/CDX0Czc_tyQ/s320/Picture+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SMFITJWPK3I/AAAAAAAAAV0/UcQ5DAL1tlA/s1600-h/Picture+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242550934999870322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SMFITJWPK3I/AAAAAAAAAV0/UcQ5DAL1tlA/s320/Picture+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course we needed pictures by the Eagles signs lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SMFIPOK1FbI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5MdRUIH6LpE/s1600-h/Picture+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242550867574724018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SMFIPOK1FbI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5MdRUIH6LpE/s320/Picture+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We missed you a lot MAREN!!! Next year!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-5762831771847228635?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/5762831771847228635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=5762831771847228635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/5762831771847228635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/5762831771847228635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2008/09/ceu-alumni.html' title='CEU Alumni..'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SMFIel6TPgI/AAAAAAAAAWU/uRfsQ7KPgd0/s72-c/lineup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-2016628679101488742</id><published>2008-08-19T10:35:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:48:51.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Make you banana pancakes, pretend like its the weekend now..</title><content type='html'>YAY! I went to Jack Johnson! I had to work a little late so I didn't get to the concert until all the opening acts were done, which was fine, but the concert was at USANA and I hate it! It's clear out in like west west West Valley so there is no freeway to get to it and there was SO MUCH TRAFFIC! When I got there, the parking lot was out of control because nothing is paved or anything so I ended up parking in what felt like California and I had to park in like a mountain tree. LOOK! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236270224892703554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKr4Bs6vM0I/AAAAAAAAASg/Rnw840fReto/s320/Picture+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met up with Dom and Park and Jenna and I had a lot of fun! Jack played a lot of his new stuff and its not my MOST favorite but of course he played my favorites too! The rest are just pictures from the night... Ok, I should warn you that Dom and Park are growing their beards out for some reason so basically, they look filthy! So mountainy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKr33ICbcDI/AAAAAAAAASQ/CTEw4J5omD0/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236270043194159154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKr33ICbcDI/AAAAAAAAASQ/CTEw4J5omD0/s320/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKr3zRMn-SI/AAAAAAAAASI/y32765WOom0/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236269976933366050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKr3zRMn-SI/AAAAAAAAASI/y32765WOom0/s320/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^This is Beans' favorite picture because I can focus my camera really well when the flash is off. Its like I'm there again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236270325001474130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKr4Hh2h0FI/AAAAAAAAASw/4Q9rvXCD_jY/s320/special.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY MISSED MAREN THE WHOLE TIME SO DOM AND I TOOK A PICTURE AND I PAINTED HER IN. ITS LIKE SHE WAS THERE!!! =] I sent her recordings like every ten minutes.. I'm a really great singer.. I send my singings upon request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKr3ribZrOI/AAAAAAAAASA/pq__d4BF_UM/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236269844119792866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKr3ribZrOI/AAAAAAAAASA/pq__d4BF_UM/s320/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKr3jVg30NI/AAAAAAAAAR4/43roYjGCDcs/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236269703214125266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKr3jVg30NI/AAAAAAAAAR4/43roYjGCDcs/s320/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKr3Sw9WnCI/AAAAAAAAARg/I_f2FJDZSWs/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236269418523565090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKr3Sw9WnCI/AAAAAAAAARg/I_f2FJDZSWs/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKr3IpnIXPI/AAAAAAAAARY/gaMF-WuS_oM/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236269244752616690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKr3IpnIXPI/AAAAAAAAARY/gaMF-WuS_oM/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236272930652123746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKr6fMqDcmI/AAAAAAAAATA/cb2suAIVE4M/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USANA people really need to get their act together in the parking/leaving department. Every time I've been there, we've been at a stand still in the parking lot for hours! I tried to get a picture of the chaos (below) but the flash caught all the dust but I can't focus without the flash! But NO ONE moves from the parking lots for at least two hours after every concert. SO IRRITATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236270141886966162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKr383soKZI/AAAAAAAAASY/CaJ5YTkJEyo/s320/Picture+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKr29turiJI/AAAAAAAAARA/KtA7l4yK3Mk/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236270277001679650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKr4EvCfEyI/AAAAAAAAASo/beJC4Zlamto/s320/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though dairy and I don't agree, along with gluten (both make me feel very sick), I decided that I had earned a little Cheddar Quesadilla action after... It wasn't a good idea... It never is... Park and I were a long way from home and I got real mean because I did not feel good! SORRY NORMAN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-2016628679101488742?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/2016628679101488742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=2016628679101488742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/2016628679101488742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/2016628679101488742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2008/08/make-you-banana-pancakes-pretend-like.html' title='Make you banana pancakes, pretend like its the weekend now..'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SKr4Bs6vM0I/AAAAAAAAASg/Rnw840fReto/s72-c/Picture+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-2525414842586012635</id><published>2008-08-18T11:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T12:01:21.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When the whole world fits inside of your arms...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKm4zKPmINI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Skrr8r0n_lk/s1600-h/jackjohnson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235919230857519314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKm4zKPmINI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Skrr8r0n_lk/s320/jackjohnson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M GOING TO JACK JOHNSON TONIGHT!! I just love love love him and I am so excited! Shout out to Park and Dom who will be my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accompaniment&lt;/span&gt; this evening. Love those boys... The only thing that could make it better is if MAREN could come and be my date!!! I know she would sing loudly with me =] OBVIOUSLY! And also, a shout out to Jake for the free beer he wants to give me ha ha ha ;] PICTURES WILL BE UP as soon as the concert is over =] (I'm so excited for Banana Pancakes... its my favorite!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-2525414842586012635?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/2525414842586012635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=2525414842586012635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/2525414842586012635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/2525414842586012635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-whole-world-fits-inside-of-your.html' title='When the whole world fits inside of your arms...'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SKm4zKPmINI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Skrr8r0n_lk/s72-c/jackjohnson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-129709041324591835</id><published>2008-08-15T10:57:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:38:43.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger's lucky he's hurt...</title><content type='html'>Oh dear! So the other day, my twin brother Matthew Park and I went on a little adventure to....&lt;br /&gt;MULLIGANS! &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234789990880997314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKW1wvg7b8I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5LpHqmDoSJU/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I must warn you, these pictures are CRAPPY! I left my camera at a friend's house so we had to buy a disposable and then when I took them to Wal Mart to get them put on a CD, I was greeted with a note that just said "CD BURNER BROKEN." Thanks for nothin. So then I had to scan the pictures in at work and they are not good... but oh well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANYWAYS! Park and I decided that a little driving range and batting cages were in our future so away we went! Mr Matt was dressed really rad and I felt a tiny bit left out so I went home and changed into some sweet plaid shorts and rad shoes as well. =] (See below) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234791646809021346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKW3RIU726I/AAAAAAAAAP4/5CYQIWo0JRI/s320/me22.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234794055667329138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKW5dWBgqHI/AAAAAAAAAQg/MT1SZMGZOSc/s320/stairs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I made Matt carry everything up the stairs to the top driving range.. Mostly just because I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKW2lUiZE1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/tk7Eb580068/s1600-h/me1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234790894172443474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKW2lUiZE1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/tk7Eb580068/s320/me1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I apologize for the cryptic pictures!!! But can I just say that golf and I DO NOT get along, nor do I agree with its level of difficulty! How hard could it really be to whack a stationary ball with a swinging club?!?! REALLY FREAKIN HARD! It doesn't make sense to me how it can really be so hard... and frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234792413216552738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKW39vautyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/J0SjeIMdhJk/s320/me2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not good, but at least the sunset looked cool from the disposable camera right? I do in fact realize that both of have the form that Tiger could only dream of but that's ok. HA HA HA OH WELL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKW4N6GvafI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/VxMD3SMOXzA/s1600-h/mswing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234792690963409394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKW4N6GvafI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/VxMD3SMOXzA/s320/mswing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So since Park is a boy and boys are just good at everything, he hit the ball really far. And really well. And I didn't like it ONE BIT! Freak it sucks to be competitive.. But I was glad at least one of us did well... While he was getting all Tiger with it, I just drank my Slurpee and practiced my Happy Gilmore run and swing shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234793481445025106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKW4764PpVI/AAAAAAAAAQY/B3UZ7sCh2PM/s320/ball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me plus a HUGE Mountain Dew Slurpee do not mix. I was wired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, it was on to the batting cages! As high tech as my camera tried to be, all the action shots we took did not work out ha ha ha so I'm sorry. HOWEVER when Park was batting his last time I was getting really bored again and a lil somethin' caught my eye a few feet away from where I was sitting. IT WAS A TOAD! I got so excited that I screamed "IS THAT A FROG?!?" and I went over and scooped it up. I was really excited to scare Park with it when he was done hitting so I kept telling him to hurry. I swear that was the longest round in the batting cages ever!! While I was waiting with the toad in my hands, I felt something wet all of the sudden. I started screaming really loud and told him to hurry and he wouldn't and then I felt more wet again! This time I screamed again and dropped the toad and what seemed to be a HUGE puddle.. Turns out, the frog PEED ON ME!!! TWICE!! Then I swear my fingers started to get all tingly and I was certain I had been poisoned and was going to die so I hurried and wiped my hands on Park's short. Oops.. Sorry =] We managed to catch the toad in time for a picture but by this time, I had a little bit of a crowd around me because I had made such a big deal out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234796363419400850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKW7jrEeupI/AAAAAAAAAQo/7E3odIplTyE/s320/frog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(My eyes looked really big in the picture so I painted some sunglasses on myself. And my tongue was yellow from the Slurpee.) So after I caught it again, some guy came over and told me that what I was holding was "The Utah Toad" and they are endangered and blah blah blah so I said "Well you should have it then" and I gave to him because I was already bored of it anyways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way home, Park and I stopped at Wheeler Farm to see if we could get in and take a little night time peek at the place. Turns out it was just open and there were no signs or anything saying we couldn't be there so we walked around for a while but can I just say that there is nothing creepier than sheep at night!!!! They were all just standing there staring at us and it was pretty much pitch black and SO SCARY! I LOVE TO BE SCARED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all I had so much fun that night! Shout out to my twin brother Matthew Park! =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-129709041324591835?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/129709041324591835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=129709041324591835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/129709041324591835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/129709041324591835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2008/08/tigers-lucky-hes-hurt.html' title='Tiger&apos;s lucky he&apos;s hurt...'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SKW1wvg7b8I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5LpHqmDoSJU/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-5234896822861709184</id><published>2008-08-11T15:21:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T15:57:40.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mostly I just miss Maren..</title><content type='html'>So this is a little shout out to her =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maren has officially started her last season as a college volleyball player and I am just so proud of her! She just recently found out that she's getting a scholarship this season and I COULDN'T BE HAPPIER!!! Also, Boise State put her on a billboard! I love it, I feel like she's my famous best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233374321526717218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKCuN8NAOyI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/vfQOicNfVtE/s320/marebillboard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;^She's wearing my old number.. which I also love and she's next to Ian Johnson (he's the guy that proposed to his girlfriend after Boise State's Bowl Game.) Lol Congratulations MARE!!! Since you're so famous now, I just wanted to remind you of your time spent playin in the minor leagues....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKCvrKGb6zI/AAAAAAAAAOw/KE74iNPf3YI/s1600-h/first.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233375922985102130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKCvrKGb6zI/AAAAAAAAAOw/KE74iNPf3YI/s320/first.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This our first picture together! We literally woke up about 10 minutes before we were supposed to be at pictures and this has proved to be the best picture we've ever taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKCv-QMtG7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/rvjuGgXhQGQ/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233376251039521714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKCv-QMtG7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/rvjuGgXhQGQ/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our favorite rotations were the ones that we got to be stacked together. Mare was Number 1 and Ashley is the one in front of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKCwNJ2MaDI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xW4oGDQmVb8/s1600-h/all.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233376507032528946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKCwNJ2MaDI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xW4oGDQmVb8/s320/all.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! Some of the baseball boys that lived with us at Burtenshaw used to paint themselves for our games. Bless their hearts they even drove to other schools in their paint and brought signs. God I miss that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233376958229443282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKCwnar68tI/AAAAAAAAAPI/wiSonLdsdyA/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKCw0Bjss9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RM17IZCY6c8/s1600-h/hmzoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233377174822368210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKCw0Bjss9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RM17IZCY6c8/s320/hmzoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maren and I also went to San Diego for our sophomore spring break and I'm pretty sure the San Diego Zoo was our favorite place ever! For some reason this is the only picture I can find of us there, so I'm sorry. But anyways, I love Maren cuz she will run with me at the zoo and not care about getting all sweaty or about who is looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKCxQ9crFXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QHKbIdNPD_8/s1600-h/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233377671935366514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKCxQ9crFXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QHKbIdNPD_8/s320/fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We LOVED fires in the hills of Price with the baseball boys! I think freshman year was more fun than sophomore year when it came to fires because one of our friends from the baseball team that year was just a cowboy to the core and he always made like the world's greatest fires and blasted Garth Brooks. After the fires we would always drive back and get free food at McDonalds.. I wonder why I gained weight? This picture was at our last fire our sophomore year.. Aka the SADDEST NIGHT EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKCzyktBc9I/AAAAAAAAAPg/QR-pBw__lyg/s1600-h/hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233380448431862738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SKCzyktBc9I/AAAAAAAAAPg/QR-pBw__lyg/s320/hug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so Mare and I have hugged maybe 4 times in our lives and this was the only one caught on camera. Ha ha bless our hearts we don't like touch so much. This picture was at our last fire as well... Leaving Price for the last time my sophomore year was the saddest time in my life. Without a doubt. Maren and I cried for like 2 straight hours before I had to go and the whole way through the canyon, I listened to our favorite songs and cried some more! =[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still talk to Maren just about every single day and she still helps me make every decision in my life! I really hope that Maren moves here... But anyways! I just want to wish Miss Maroline good luck in her senior season and you KNOW I will always be your number one fan and I will be at your senior night! GOOD LUCK!!! GO FIGHT WIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-5234896822861709184?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/5234896822861709184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=5234896822861709184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/5234896822861709184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/5234896822861709184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2008/08/mostly-i-just-miss-maren.html' title='Mostly I just miss Maren..'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SKCuN8NAOyI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/vfQOicNfVtE/s72-c/marebillboard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-4323188937263940151</id><published>2008-08-08T09:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:26:27.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Your order will be shipped as soon as possible..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SJxkac8eSDI/AAAAAAAAANo/9Fd4I3CtS7c/s1600-h/JetsFAVREBanner08_2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232167272706885682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SJxkac8eSDI/AAAAAAAAANo/9Fd4I3CtS7c/s320/JetsFAVREBanner08_2a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes that is correct... I finally broke through and ordered my new favorite jersey. I have a Favre jersey from the Packers, of course!, but I got it about 3 years ago and I wanted a white one so I had to get an adult small. ITS HUGE! So luckily the Jets were happy to oblige and I am the proud owner of a youth Favre jersey! =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232167940201158818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SJxlBTjgmKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/8rhjH-XqXI8/s320/FarveJerseyWhitelg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At least its still green and white right?! Also, apparently my man broke another record yesterday... THE JETS SOLD A RECORD 3200 JERSEYS JUST YESTERDAY! Now I know why it took me so long to get on JetsShop. And to add a little icing to the cake, the Jets beat the Browns last night 24-20. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-4323188937263940151?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/4323188937263940151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=4323188937263940151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/4323188937263940151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/4323188937263940151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2008/08/your-order-will-be-shipped-as-soon-as.html' title='Your order will be shipped as soon as possible..'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SJxkac8eSDI/AAAAAAAAANo/9Fd4I3CtS7c/s72-c/JetsFAVREBanner08_2a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-1685640964771376111</id><published>2008-08-07T09:48:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:57:58.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn between two lovers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SJsZb8NN2ZI/AAAAAAAAANY/l3zMtzEvw7U/s1600-h/athletes_brett_favre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231803359929686418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SJsZb8NN2ZI/AAAAAAAAANY/l3zMtzEvw7U/s320/athletes_brett_favre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I hope you have all heard, the love of my life has been traded from the team that has basically defined my life to a team I couldn't have cared less about until last night. I love the Green Bay Packers, I do, and I love so many of the players on the team but we all know that Brett Favre is my love. However, Mr Brett Favre is now a member of the New York Jets... Obviously I can not blame him for leaving an organization that has, in my opinion, lost their freakin' minds and turned their backs on the second best thing to ever happen to Green Bay! As I'm sure you've all heard me say, Ted Thompson is an idiot and a bully and I hope he loses his job when Brett does well this season. Yeah, I might be a little steamed with the situation but who better to take it out on then a GM right? I really don't want to have to pick one team or the other (Yes everyone cares about my opinion!) so I don't think I'm going to. I will always be a Packer fan but I will also forever be a Brett Favre fan. There is nothing better than setting an alarm on Sunday mornings to watch my hero do what he loves doing. (Yes, I have to set alarm for 10 o clock. I'm adorable.) HOWEVER! Now that Mr Favre is playing in the AFC and not the NFC, my only real alliances will stay with the Fox Pregame Show because, not only do I hold a soft spot in my heart for TB, Howie, and lil Jimmy, but... I HATE THE CBS PREGAME! I do not care what Boomer has to say, nor do I need to worry my little head with ANYTHING Keyshawn or Shannon have to say either. They are idiots. (In my opinion lol). I really can't wait to hear what Terry Bradshaw has to say about his beloved Brett Favre as well as what JOHN MADDEN is thinking! Which also raises the question of Madden '09! What is going to happen there?!? Are they going to change the cover? What about the game, will they add Favre to the Jets line up? Is that even possible? Why do I care?! Lol I don't even have an X box to my knowledge. These are all just questions I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231807894307631282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SJsdj4FKcLI/AAAAAAAAANg/8BefAJKuLH0/s320/madden09_cover_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I absolutely think that Favre will do well as a Jet and, looking at their schedule, I honestly think they can win AT LEAST 10 games. I have never been a fan of the Jets and have never even cared much about them but I know what Favre is capable of and I really think he'll do fine. Obviously the only team that, in the PAST, has proved to be almost unbeatable are the Patriots but the Jets schedule is very manageable otherwise and I think that the Jets will AT LEAST be a wildcard contender. Bless my heart for even writing a blog about any of this situation lol, I know its riveting. I'm sorry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I have already tried to buy a new Jets jersey but I think the rest of the country has that same idea because JetsShop is malfunctioning and wont even let me through its doors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that Favre does well and sends a little F. you to Packers management but I also hope the Packers make it to the Superbowl this season as well. I think that with almost the exact same team as last year, it is more than possible. How miraculously wonderful would a Jets-Packers Superbowl be?! I would short circuit and spontaneously combust, I am almost sure of it. I think the only thing I should leave you with is a little quote from the legend that is Vince Lombardi: "I firmly believe that any man's finest hour, the greatest fulfillment of all that he holds dear, is that moment when he has worked his heart out in a good cause and lies exhausted on the field of battle - victorious." GO BRETT FAVRE AND GO GREEN BAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-1685640964771376111?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/1685640964771376111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=1685640964771376111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/1685640964771376111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/1685640964771376111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2008/08/torn-between-two-lovers.html' title='Torn between two lovers...'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SJsZb8NN2ZI/AAAAAAAAANY/l3zMtzEvw7U/s72-c/athletes_brett_favre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-6739006890892927323</id><published>2008-07-18T12:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T12:11:23.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I so in LOVE?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SIDbF5XcInI/AAAAAAAAAMs/UagLA9OpG5I/s1600-h/79945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224416462094738034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SIDbF5XcInI/AAAAAAAAAMs/UagLA9OpG5I/s320/79945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, you guys, I am just so in love with Brett Favre... I understand there is a scandal a-brewin with my man but I don't mind. I'm a Packers fan and Brett Favre fan and even though I'm gearin up for some heart ache and torn feelings, I still love him. I understand where he's coming from.. I do.. As his wife, its my duty to understand lol. But like I've said, if John Elway has taught us one thing it would be to stay two more years! If Joe Montana has taught us anything it would be DO NOT go to the Chiefs.. and if Dan Marino has taught us one thing, its that maybe you should've stayed another season! I love Brett Favre... But its not just because he is INCREDIBLY hot... I look up to him so much as an athlete and I wish I had that amount of passion for anything.. But I will spare you the details of that and remind you to tune in to the ESPY's this Sunday so see my main man accept his award =] =] =] =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, what was with the hanging out with Eli Manning on the red carpet?!?!?! ELI?!? Do you remember the title game AT ALL BRETT!!?? lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-6739006890892927323?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/6739006890892927323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=6739006890892927323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/6739006890892927323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/6739006890892927323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-am-i-so-in-love.html' title='Why am I so in LOVE?!?'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SIDbF5XcInI/AAAAAAAAAMs/UagLA9OpG5I/s72-c/79945.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-2686767822495837303</id><published>2008-07-11T11:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T11:08:41.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAVE A FREE SLURPEE TODAY..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SHeTTH37VLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/kd1oR2UM62A/s1600-h/slurpee_p.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221804249699800242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SHeTTH37VLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/kd1oR2UM62A/s320/slurpee_p.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get so happy about free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;slurpee&lt;/span&gt; day!!!! Its July Eleventh and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;slurpees&lt;/span&gt; are free all day so get after it before the cups are all gone and all that is left is the sticky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;remnants&lt;/span&gt; of the deliciousness that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;slurpee&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-2686767822495837303?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/2686767822495837303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=2686767822495837303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/2686767822495837303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/2686767822495837303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2008/07/have-free-slurpee-today.html' title='HAVE A FREE SLURPEE TODAY..'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SHeTTH37VLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/kd1oR2UM62A/s72-c/slurpee_p.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-8327480310117778538</id><published>2008-07-02T16:15:00.021-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:11:12.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FRICK I LOVE MAREN AND IDAHO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH MY HECK! I am just so happy to report that I just got home from a little place called Kuna, Idaho where I just spent the best week with my most specialest friend MAREN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218544364171405010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGv-cz8NptI/AAAAAAAAAKM/pNNmqmduaBU/s320/welkuna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You guys, I had so so so much fun and I miss Mare already.. I hate that she lives far away from me but I'm hoping my strongest hope that she goes to law school in Utah!!!!! Frick! (I'm sorry my slipper is dirty in that picture.. note to everyone, don't try to play sports in slippers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So of course there was A LOT of eating happening while I was with Maren.. those of you who lived with us at school should not be surprised... I wish we would have taken more eating pictures but I think it would be a public service not to broadcast those pictures anyways ha ha. Maren is just the greatest chef ever! (I recommend the creamy cheese fondue!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maren and I love love love baseball so we decided to go to a Boise Hawks game one night I was in town. (The Hawks are the single A team for the Cubs) It was pretty packed so we just bought $6 seats in the "Dodge Journey Section"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're in Idaho when the between inning entertainment is a potato, a french fry, and a spud racing around the bases. The french fry cheated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218545845610395362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGv_zCuytuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/h-7GrWUNmiA/s320/ff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of us girls sure do love ourselves some treats so we stocked up at the gas station before we got there.. Turns out, they were checking purses at the gate! We had to scramble to hide everything but, don't worry, we snuck in just as much as we could!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218546256022125730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGwAK7okvKI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZgGE9nB2coQ/s320/treats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(We had to eat the chocolate fast so it wouldn't melt... Well, we would've eaten it fast anyways)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "Journey" Section felt like the surface of the sun because it was on the first base side and the sun was setting and we were the only section in the sun and Mare and I had had enough! So we decided to sneak into the "Dodge Ram" section which was right behind the plate. So much better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218546849083410242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGwAtc9Zx0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/oiYwhcX-8-c/s320/ticket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the Hawks score 8 runs or more, everyone got a free Frostie so some guy kept holding up a sign to get to cheer more.. I'm pretty sure he was more into it than anyone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218548452116885170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGwCKwuXbrI/AAAAAAAAALU/DyRVeImcDK8/s320/frost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out, the Hawks won.. but they only scored 7 runs. DANG IT! After the game we were treated to some pretty sweet fireworks and I will tell you, I am a sucker for some fireworks! I get so pumped with the bursts and the music and the cheering! And I LOVE that they usually play America Pride type music too.. I LOVE AMERICA!! It really hard to take pictures of fireworks, believe it or not, but Mare did a really good job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGwBvmsp6WI/AAAAAAAAALE/1RUGOgskdgU/s1600-h/fw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218547985568885090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGwBvmsp6WI/AAAAAAAAALE/1RUGOgskdgU/s320/fw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGwB2BVAweI/AAAAAAAAALM/g4l-8iUyJeo/s1600-h/fw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218548095796691426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGwB2BVAweI/AAAAAAAAALM/g4l-8iUyJeo/s320/fw2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were having a lot of fun even after the fireworks were over and we didn't want to leave the field yet so we decided to take random pictures before we left our high class seats. Brace yourselves..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGwDNeqaOsI/AAAAAAAAALc/Vcws2DLT7ag/s1600-h/eh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218549598319688386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGwDNeqaOsI/AAAAAAAAALc/Vcws2DLT7ag/s320/eh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGwDU4x2tMI/AAAAAAAAALk/-45ejc1WOmY/s1600-h/oo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218549725589320898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGwDU4x2tMI/AAAAAAAAALk/-45ejc1WOmY/s320/oo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGwDctLd_hI/AAAAAAAAALs/a1vKadONZHc/s1600-h/ugly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218549859914481170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGwDctLd_hI/AAAAAAAAALs/a1vKadONZHc/s320/ugly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so pretty.. I promise we're both 21 years old... You all miss us, we know. ;] We walked around the stadium afterwards to take more funny pictures and some guy on the coaching staff for the Hawks asked us if we wanted a picture on the field.. OF COURSE WE DID! (I would put the picture on here but all those treats from earlier in the game did not bode well for my girlish figure so I will leave that to the pictures yet to come.. YES I was wearing the same outfit I wore in my Kentucky pictures.. Oops.) I was headed toward the dugout to get another picture really fast when the "coach" yelled at us and said we didn't want to go in there. "Yes, sir, we do," we replied. Then we got the feeling we had wore out our welcome on the field and had to scram. (That happens to us a lot)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218551725999817554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGwFJU44g1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/eFe81j8RIdk/s320/apo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we were walking we saw a door that said "Authorized Personnel Only" so obviously we needed in on some of that action as well but we both wanted to be in the picture at the same time so of course we needed a photographer. The only people left at the stadium looked kind of intimidating so it took a while and then we saw an adorable, slightly homely looking, guy in a pink polo shirt so we asked him. He looked a little too excited at our request and we were like, "Ok whatever weirdo." The next morning Maren was reading the Saturday newspaper and there was an article about Boise Hawks who have dads that play in the MLB and all that business and Maren goes "Isn't that the guy that took our picture?" Turns out, we had asked Ryan Keedy, the number 6 top hitter in single A, to take our picture and we had NO IDEA! How embarrassing for all involved!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we felt like we needed a little walk to work off all the treats we'd been eating that week so we stopped at the gas station to get treats for our walk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218553708462596562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGwG8uI14dI/AAAAAAAAAME/chnaMAE1Dcc/s320/cc.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Of course we picked the same treats! AAADORABLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was church day for Mare so I decided to tag along because one of her good friends just got home from his mission and he was giving a talk. I don't really like to sit still very much but I will say that Mr. Trevor gave a good one. Humor is the key to my attention.. with out it, I don't know what you're saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218555113796296002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGwIOhagXUI/AAAAAAAAAMM/2eUs8jGiRrk/s320/church.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218555291155978050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGwIY2IWV0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/xJZPXd7f9l4/s320/shoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we have the same white flats. We are best friends. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so so so so so sad to leave Kuna, but the time had come so I was off. I just want to say that I love my best friend Maren with all my heart and I just miss her all the time! She is the BEST FRIEND ANYONE could ask for and I hope that everyone has a friend like Mare. I LOVE YOU SPECIAL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218555832047242498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGwI4VG4DQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/bp_ZfklHvt4/s320/bye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-8327480310117778538?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/8327480310117778538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=8327480310117778538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/8327480310117778538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/8327480310117778538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2008/07/frick-i-love-maren-and-idaho.html' title='FRICK I LOVE MAREN AND IDAHO!'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SGv-cz8NptI/AAAAAAAAAKM/pNNmqmduaBU/s72-c/welkuna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-6418517351716622418</id><published>2008-06-30T15:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:12:21.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ADORABLE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGlT-K4Op_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/gW0jBCkXQ68/s1600-h/ATT00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217793970822621170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGlT-K4Op_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/gW0jBCkXQ68/s320/ATT00001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a formal thank you for the cutest flowers ever! I got surprised at work (this is me in my cube lol) and everyone was making a big deal about it and they are just so so so pretty! I'm not very good with girl things but I hope I don't kill the flowers! THANK YOU SO SO MUCH!!!! =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Keep scrolling for my family trip blog.. My trip to Boise blog is coming soon!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-6418517351716622418?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/6418517351716622418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=6418517351716622418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/6418517351716622418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/6418517351716622418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2008/06/adorable.html' title='ADORABLE!'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SGlT-K4Op_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/gW0jBCkXQ68/s72-c/ATT00001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-4560642529775852230</id><published>2008-06-30T09:24:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T15:47:55.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M ALIVE.. And so is my great grandma!!!!</title><content type='html'>FREAK! you guys! It has been about 30 years since my last post and I suck.. [I'm hoping anyone even noticed heh heh] but I'm back so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So about a week and a half ago it was family trip time.. That's right folks, a trip to Henderson, Kentucky to visit my dad's side of the family. My dad isn't from Kentucky, he's from Ohio, but all of his family has pretty much migrated that way by now.. So off we went. Our family reunions on that side have always been the same weekend of my great grandma's birthday for the past little while so it's an even better excuse for a reunion! This year was quite the mile stone kids, MY GREAT GRANDMA TURNED 105!!!!!!! Yeah.. One hundred and five. She is just about the cutest lady I've ever met in my life and I'm serious when I say that she doesn't look a day over 85. She still knows every one's names and who they all belong to and can carry on a conversation with the best of 'em! Up until she was about 95, she was still walking a mile everyday!!!! (I can't even walk a mile now.. I don't like miles.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, we had to fly into St Louis and then drive to Kentucky.. for three hours. I really don't enjoying flying, like at all. I get sick on planes and I hate having to be quiet and travel with people I don't know and I feel so caged in. I like road trips better because you can stop at all the balls of yarn your heart desires! Anyways, Carly and I were actually getting along so far on the plane ride so, for your viewing pleasure.. feast your eyes a few funny pictures of my sick plane ride:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217699248847696594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGj90oBjstI/AAAAAAAAAHg/wS7NcMpIV50/s320/hcp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGkA-gk2YtI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Udqov5t-DwY/s1600-h/l_c3f1949a86fe10bae59239d3d8806ef0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217702717181813458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGkA-gk2YtI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Udqov5t-DwY/s320/l_c3f1949a86fe10bae59239d3d8806ef0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217699727028398754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGj-QdYuKqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/PvYzhcxzkmE/s320/l_139e88f09c199d497ef95d5d4e292f21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we landed and got to our rental car place.. we soon remembered how humid east/southern summers are. Carly and I took too many pictures at "Dolla Rent a Car" and got all moisty.. Sick..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGj_DlGoPPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/UzeAbLDdylw/s1600-h/cardol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217700605273324786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGj_DlGoPPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/UzeAbLDdylw/s320/cardol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217700880985015618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGj_ToNaxUI/AAAAAAAAAII/7epdahPkpxc/s320/medol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217701167722107042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGj_kUY3kKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pf34HOGkZL8/s320/koc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217701306491961138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGj_sZWLfzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gJZyHshMNMw/s320/kom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217701779634155570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGkAH78EcDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bgFbJHkGV7k/s320/humid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was on to our three hour car ride. I was pumped about taking pictures of the St Louis Arch (or whatever its called) and driving by the field that the Cardinals play at but then I got bored again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217702280385041138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGkAlFYYkvI/AAAAAAAAAIo/qAyxY6xi32g/s320/sleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture literally took like 15 tries... My mom isn't "technological" I guess... A digital camera was far to advanced... But it turned out alright I guess so that's all that matter... LOVE YOU MOM =] (I wasn't really sleeping.. I like to see the sights! And watch the bugs splatter)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get to Kentucky and Carly and I couldn't shut up about how dampy we thought our hotel room was but we visited with our family from Alaska who were also in for the reunion. My dad's uncle and his family all live on Kodiak Island, Alaska... BRRR!!! Luckily for me, my dad's cousin has a son, Lenny, who is like 27 so I had someone to hangout with lol. My great uncle Corky is a Judo master and he's sorta world renowned so its always fun to talk to him about different "holds" and all that business. I don't even pretend I can understand it but I have learned that, by "breathing 4 inches below your navel," anything is possible. Uncle Corky once fell off a building and escaped any injury by practicing that technique. I couldn't even make this stuff up, I promise! He's amazing. I wish I had pictures but Carly was sorta scattered with her camera and I haven't upgraded from a disposable yet so I'm sorry... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS!!! After a huge family lunch and dinner and hang out the next day, Lenny and I went out with our other distant cousin Jeremy to Big Daddy's.. Big Daddy's is a little outside bar and its the best Henderson has to offer. EVERYONE IN KENTUCKY IS SO NICE! Jeremy's friends were rad and I'm glad they showed me a good time! SHOUT OUT! Them KC boys are adorable and I was a big fan of those accents! (Also, for those Utahns reading this.. please remember that out of state beer is more potent and be careful!!! ha ha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we all went to church with Great Grandma and the pastor at her Christian church was amazing. I was getting pumped! Our whole family took up over four rows at church and it was just adorable! We all went to lunch after and my great grandma loves her some fries and fried chicken!! (That's where I get it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGkD1C-cKEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/TYgAzTMUDqE/s1600-h/dgg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217705853152143426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGkD1C-cKEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/TYgAzTMUDqE/s320/dgg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGkECTs6HLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/RP145qmFZfw/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217706080980311218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGkECTs6HLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/RP145qmFZfw/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GREAT GRANDMA IS ADORABLE! Little Great Grandma Ruth.. AWW!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH! Also, my dad has a cousin named Jim Hendrix! Not even kidding! He's in his 50's i believe and he is a retired police officer, I think.. And guess what.. HE HAS A RAD TATTOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217706853872498034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGkEvS8w9XI/AAAAAAAAAJI/54RHIX0p96k/s320/jh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He later told me it wasn't real and my heart was literally crushed.. I thought that was just about the coolest thing I had ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To wrap up the weekend with the family, I heard there was an independent league baseball team in Evansville, Indiana which was about half an hour away so of course I lobbied to get the gang on out for a game! I soon found that the field we were going to was where they filmed A LEAGUE OF THEIR OWN!!! That movie was by far my FAVORITE MOVIE when I was growing up and I would watch it just about everyday at my Aunt Sheri's house. (She had it on Laser Disk! SO RAD) I also found out that the house that the Rockford Peaches stayed at that is in the movie was like RIGHT down the street from where we were staying.. So you KNOW I went to have a look. Apparently Geena Davis used a neighbor's phone... =] At the game, all the girls that do the "between inning entertainment," aka, 3 years olds running the bases after spinning around 87 times.. aww!, wear the same uniforms the girls in the movie wore!!! I think I found my next Halloween costume folks! ADORABLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGkFzYnt_yI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OIdyRbhcEwI/s1600-h/field.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217708023625940770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGkFzYnt_yI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OIdyRbhcEwI/s320/field.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGkF9V7SDfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/buCoFxArwKg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217708194701381106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGkF9V7SDfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/buCoFxArwKg/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217708339662545794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SGkGFx8t44I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Br3zh1aka38/s320/belles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All in all, I had a really good time with my family and Carly and I are trying to move to Kentucky just as soon as we can. =] =] =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-4560642529775852230?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/4560642529775852230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=4560642529775852230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/4560642529775852230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/4560642529775852230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-alive-and-so-is-my-great-grandma.html' title='I&apos;M ALIVE.. And so is my great grandma!!!!'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SGj90oBjstI/AAAAAAAAAHg/wS7NcMpIV50/s72-c/hcp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-5108668579547775120</id><published>2008-06-03T09:34:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:11:25.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trisha's American Idol!</title><content type='html'>Alright, I know this is about two weeks over due but it's better late than never! For those of you hanging out under ground for the past few months, may I remind you that this season's American Idol contestant David Archuleta is in fact from Murray, Utah. I'm pretty sure he is the next Donny Osmond or something because the whole state went crazy for him! (He can eat free at the Chinese Buffet free for life ha ha) One cute little Utah girl in particular, my adorable friend and co worker Trisha, fell especially head over heels for Utah's American Idol and she never missed an episode. Not only did she see every second of Little David, she also voted for him... A lot! The night of the final performances, Trisha voted &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;602 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! Six hundred and two times in one night. (She has proof, trust me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207682872402001922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SEVn-yBoQAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4yREwybBsP8/s320/New+Image.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day of the finale, Trisha talked Kim and I into going to Energy Solutions Arena (where the Jazz play) because they were opening their doors just for fans to come watch the show and cheer for Archuleta. I hadn't watch any of the season but unfortunately I didn't have anything else to do, so we went. We all went to dinner first where I decided I wanted to make a sign for Archuleta, but I ran out of room. (I'm not very artistic..) Cute little Trish is on the left, then Didi, Me, and Kimmy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207683682756508018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SEVot81MuXI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0nWubFx4Ku0/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once we got to Energy Solutions, anyone that wanted to be on camera all sat on the same side and there were American Idol cameras all over and press scattered here and there. One woman from the Associated Press saw Trisha's sign and interviewed her for the article she was writing and now Trisha is famous! ha ha If you want to read just one of the million articles her name appeared in, click here: &lt;a href="http://www.wtop.com/?nid=114&amp;amp;sid=1408597"&gt;http://www.wtop.com/?nid=114&amp;amp;sid=1408597&lt;/a&gt;. (This was just the first article that came up in my google search but there are about two pages more.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were waiting for the final vote to be read, we all decided to try to get on camera so we pushed our way past about two thousand junior high and high school kids to get to the front. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207685584177438434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SEVqcoLRnuI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DVALyoUzQ5c/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see on my right, none of the little darling junior high girls were too happy about sharing the spot light with a group of twenty somethings. We were all crammed in behind the former American Idol that got sent to Utah to do interviews and get reactions, I don't remember his name, but I doubt we made to the big screen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207686386744999938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SEVrLV-SwAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2XNzRBfCB00/s320/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the results were read, Mr David Cook was victorious and Trisha's heart was broken. For Trisha's sake, I wish Archuleta the best of luck in his career and I hope he makes an album with "Don't Let the Sun Go Down On Me" on it so Trisha's iPod can have a little break. I love u Trish! =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-5108668579547775120?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/5108668579547775120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=5108668579547775120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/5108668579547775120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/5108668579547775120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2008/06/trishas-american-idol.html' title='Trisha&apos;s American Idol!'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SEVn-yBoQAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4yREwybBsP8/s72-c/New+Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-9185159859487496377</id><published>2008-05-29T11:20:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:06:54.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In loving memory of Harmony Mountain..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SD7mFV8AErI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WdXBrDLqqbQ/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205851198749414066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SD7mFV8AErI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WdXBrDLqqbQ/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I spent two of the best years of my life in the arm pit of Utah.. and I would go back in a heart beat!!! My freshman year was, without a doubt, the greatest year anyone could ever ask for and if it weren't for Beans (blonde, middle ^), I may never have known such a place!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't remember when it was exactly, but sometime during my senior year I was eating at a little place called Training Table.. on a "date".. when I got a call from Miss Beansly. (Of course I answered on a date) Anyways, she asked me if I would ever want to go play volleyball at a school called College of Eastern Utah. Long story short, after our recruiting trip, Beans and I both got offers to play in Price and away we went! During our team camp we met our future band mate Maren. Maren turned out to be the best friend I have ever had in my life and not a day has gone by since August of 2005 that I haven't talked to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205853891693908674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SD7oiF8AEsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ICJbKHKKG8I/s320/mb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our freshman season of volleyball was pretty much an All Star cast and I made some of the best friends I've ever had and not a day goes by that I don't miss them. I still talk to Meagan, Melissa, Kelsey K, Beans and Maren (obviously), and my old roommate Hilary! (All of which are married now! Just Mare and I left.) The most fun I have ever had in my life came on road trips with this All Star team on our quality bus. It was our first road trip to Las Vegas in September of '05 that Harmony Mountain was born. Beans and Maren and I have a love of singing, of course, so we gave ourselves a name and sang the classics: B-I-N-G-O, There was a Hole, and 3 cornered hat. Meagan, Melissa and Brit really loved our singing on the way to Couer d'Alene, Idaho at 4 in the morning, I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205855360572723922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SD7p3l8AEtI/AAAAAAAAAFc/EIGasRtZzCY/s320/team.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CEU isn't really known for its volleyball but I think our team really made an impact. (ha ha) I was #11.. yes I had dark hair for a while.. I miss our warm up drills that never did any good. I miss our pep talks that did nothing but confuse us. "Don't miss your serves, we've missed 10 serves tonight, get the serve in." I miss Beans' button hair. I miss our photographer.. Well, I miss the pictures he took anyways.. I miss being on a team! I'm so happy I got invited to play in Ogden with all my old team mates this year! I had so much fun.. even though we took second place. HEY! Beans and Meagan, put those pictures up! =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205858053517218530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SD7sUV8AEuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-7WUFyLyfBg/s320/l_cd9e0e06871467795e96ad7a079d6261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Price is a great great place to play sports! Not that we were the best, or that the school was the nicest, but the athletes were awesome and Burtenshaw was the best place to live! All the athletes lived there and it was ALWAYS a good time. Beans met herself a little catch just right downstairs from our room at Burtenshaw. I like to call him Dad but he is known to the rest of the world as Eric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205858405704536818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SD7so18AEvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZrunrxOnhs8/s320/be.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They are adorable together and I couldn't be happier for them! Maren and I enjoyed quite a few baseball games with them over our two years. Maren and I loved loved loved baseball games and we even traveled to some of the away games to watch them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205859157323813634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SD7tUl8AEwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Nw5ooFjc6S4/s320/l_03735f12621313bef8a9c459794e8cfd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our athlete banquet was kind of sad because it meant the end of the best year I would ever know! Maren (on the left) and I loved taking pictures with the twins!! (Melissa on my left and Meagan on the end) Shout out to both of the twins for being so fun, especially over Spring Break!, and for putting up with all of our singing and yelling and immaturity!!! I love you both!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205860110806553362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SD7uMF8AExI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rvIkOPSU0FI/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was in the CEU newspaper my sophomore year.. so basically I'm famous. Even though I could talk about my freshman year in Price for days, I think I will spare you and just say: I miss CEU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-9185159859487496377?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/9185159859487496377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=9185159859487496377' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/9185159859487496377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/9185159859487496377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-loving-memory-of-harmony-mountain.html' title='In loving memory of Harmony Mountain..'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SD7mFV8AErI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WdXBrDLqqbQ/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-6591258507626277812</id><published>2008-05-16T08:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:20:13.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You see me rollin'!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Such a big week and a half!!!!!! Let me just go ahead and break it down a little.. Here goes: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I finally managed to clean my car out last week and got it all shiny and new so I could put it up for sale!!! Not kidding, 5 minutes after I put it on the internet, people were already calling about it! Long story short, with huge help from my dad, I sold my car!!! (For our asking price I might add..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-So now, I was without a car.. Which meant CAR SHOPPING! I would like to take this opportunity to thank my dad again.. My dad took time out of his entire weekend to help me find cars to look at and then drove me to look at them. I got a little frustrated that he wouldn't let me impulse buy.. but it ended up working out SO WELL!!!! I found my new love and it's in my name and its ALL MINE!!!! Thank you so much Daddy. Without you, I would have ended up with a car that had been wrecked 6 times and doesn't run just because I thought it was shiny.. HA! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you Daddy! You are the best dad a girl could ask for =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Meet MY NEW CAR!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  I can put more pictures up upon request.. (I know my girl Beansly loves pictures =] )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200994470131213778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SC2k6h7xJdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DSVatIdiDFY/s320/ATT00001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200994616160101858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SC2lDB7xJeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9JCZeHO35wk/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-6591258507626277812?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/6591258507626277812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=6591258507626277812' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/6591258507626277812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/6591258507626277812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-see-me-rollin.html' title='You see me rollin&apos;!!!!!'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SC2k6h7xJdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DSVatIdiDFY/s72-c/ATT00001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-465316769710669277</id><published>2008-05-05T13:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T13:06:29.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Get over yourself Heather..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SB9Z4vIR7WI/AAAAAAAAAEU/S4wQoYW_MYU/s1600-h/l_11f44fa64b93737b35132ed4cac6c71b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196971326267583842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SB9Z4vIR7WI/AAAAAAAAAEU/S4wQoYW_MYU/s320/l_11f44fa64b93737b35132ed4cac6c71b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Got myself a new little 'do&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Megan&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;the adorable girl that does my hair&lt;/span&gt;) is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;magician&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. My own personal magician. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt; little girl :) Feel free to let me know what you think. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I like to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;talk about my new hair&lt;/span&gt;. K &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;thaaaaaankkkksss&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-465316769710669277?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/465316769710669277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=465316769710669277' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/465316769710669277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/465316769710669277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2008/05/get-over-yourself-heather.html' title='Get over yourself Heather..'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SB9Z4vIR7WI/AAAAAAAAAEU/S4wQoYW_MYU/s72-c/l_11f44fa64b93737b35132ed4cac6c71b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-6824780249685199038</id><published>2008-04-28T08:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:06:35.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"My best friend's wedding.."</title><content type='html'>On a warm day in 1992, i met my first best friend. We were jump roping at recess and i roped right over to her and said "Can I jump rope with you?" and she said YES! We were best friends ever since. We played softball together for the next 10 years but ended up going our separate ways for a while in high school. Whitney has always been there for me though, whenever, where ever.. like the Shakira song, so when I found out my first home girl was engaged, I wasn't surprised cuz DUH but I felt so old. It feels like my little sister is finally a little woman! Her wedding was on the 26th and she looked just adorable of course and when I saw her at the luncheon, of course I got a little cry on... Yes, that's right, tough Heather Favre chipped away a little ice from my heart and showed a little somethin! Luckily no one but Whitney was around :)&lt;br /&gt;But I just wanted to say GOOD LUCK to Miss Whitney and I hope that I have some little nieces and nephews asap! That's a lie, I'm not so good with the children... I can learn. No I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194311328467119170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SBXmofIR7EI/AAAAAAAAACE/CIqqWji1mRk/s320/l_8c6e115b0aae8990d7aabd387f442f87.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney was adorable and I was OBSESSED with her little side bun action! Loved it! I went with Danielle (blue shirt) and Brittney (on the left). We have all been bestest buds since seventh grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194311431546334290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SBXmufIR7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/KMX_J4V5sUg/s320/l_a1b6baab3b866aae9173ad213fdffbd5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They gave me the bouquet but I CERTAINLY didn't want it. I gave it away of course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194311118013721650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SBXmcPIR7DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A5xQoOPLDFM/s320/l_1c1b275ba8011f65b09202e77ebbd8ad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We tried to take a little photo shoot action with the self timer on my camera but turns out, ten seconds isn't as quick as you'd think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-6824780249685199038?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/6824780249685199038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=6824780249685199038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/6824780249685199038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/6824780249685199038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-best-friends-wedding.html' title='&quot;My best friend&apos;s wedding..&quot;'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SBXmofIR7EI/AAAAAAAAACE/CIqqWji1mRk/s72-c/l_8c6e115b0aae8990d7aabd387f442f87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-4398902031926316532</id><published>2008-04-22T10:43:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:44:02.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little story about the love of my life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SA4aI_IR66I/AAAAAAAAAA0/nAgxi7bsEEQ/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192116162092198818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SA4aI_IR66I/AAAAAAAAAA0/nAgxi7bsEEQ/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192124786386529266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SA4h-_IR6_I/AAAAAAAAABc/B7RpW01yvfU/s320/new.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SA4We_IR64I/AAAAAAAAAAo/8oNQfOGIlPs/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm still not super exciting but i decided that I could shout a little something about the love of my life. Meet Lambeau Favre. I got Lambeau last July and I have just been in love ever since. I saw him on KSL in the classifieds and he was in an adorable flower pot for crying out loud so of course I had to have him. I bought him from a lady in Grantsville of all places who bred a smooth coat and wire haired dachshund and I'm pretty sure he is my best purchase ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192117377567943602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SA4bPvIR67I/AAAAAAAAAA8/UZLhtA0mVxo/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I brought Lambeau home he had never used stairs before and I'm not even going to act like teaching him how to climb the stairs didn't fill my heart with the happiness of a mother bear! Lambeau slept in his little bed a lot and I just figured it was because he was a puppy but after our first little check up, I found out that he actually has a heart murmur. I was pretty devastated. The vet said that Lambeau may not even live more than about two years and she had no way to help him unless she could do some kind of scan on his heart. A week later, after his scan, Lambeau got on some special medicine and he turned into the super hero that he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192122110621903810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SA4fjPIR68I/AAAAAAAAABE/Dyq81Sr7qOY/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192122810701573074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SA4gL_IR69I/AAAAAAAAABM/Xy8pYUCMs7Q/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lambeau will be a year old on Saturday the 26th and as my little guy gets older, he gets scruffier and scruffier because of his dad's wire hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192123678284966882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SA4g-fIR6-I/AAAAAAAAABU/xTWRJbxUlPg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He even grew a mohawk!!! It's platinum blonde and its all natural. So adorable. The light is making it hard to notice but its there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192125164343651330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SA4iU_IR7AI/AAAAAAAAABk/Dg_a2oJf_jg/s320/l_8feb5bce4c267caedd682eb4cd7cf04b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He loves me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192126568797957138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SA4jmvIR7BI/AAAAAAAAABs/dqrW6uiU66Y/s320/close.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-4398902031926316532?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/4398902031926316532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=4398902031926316532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/4398902031926316532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/4398902031926316532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-story-about-love-of-my-life.html' title='A little story about the love of my life..'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SA4aI_IR66I/AAAAAAAAAA0/nAgxi7bsEEQ/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476587238954690397.post-6712411823052247537</id><published>2008-04-16T11:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:55:42.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me start by being adorable..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SAYe_iEj3rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QHFT0nq-kHk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189869697417600690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLc7thj01A/SAYe_iEj3rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QHFT0nq-kHk/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for my first "blog" I don't really know what to write so thought I'd kick somethin' a little old school. I had to take a picture of this picture with my phone and email it and it was quite the production but I thought it was worth it because, who are we kidding, I WAS ADORABLE! This is a special friend in training right here. Well now I miss Maren. Damn it. But I hope that this blog thingy gets up to par 'cuz I sure don't wanna disappoint. (Shout out to Beansly for the push in the right direction.) I'll try to become really interesting here in the near future but I'm not sure any picture can top this adorable little treat I have given any of you :) Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7476587238954690397-6712411823052247537?l=heatherfavre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/feeds/6712411823052247537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7476587238954690397&amp;postID=6712411823052247537' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/6712411823052247537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7476587238954690397/posts/default/6712411823052247537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherfavre.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-for-my-first-blog-i-dont-really.html' title='Let me start by being adorable..'/><author><name>Heather Favre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992016030074924867</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/_dVLc7thj01A/SAYe_iEj3rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QHFT0nq-kHk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
