<?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-2685186337926322504</id><updated>2011-11-06T18:50:38.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randon and Bethanie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685186337926322504/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Randon and Bethanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613895010775179236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SjgMC2YJcbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w2MItPPRYPM/S220/DSC_0110.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685186337926322504.post-427260949581476308</id><published>2011-01-30T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T21:16:16.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Still Here!</title><content type='html'>&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/TUY1GuOFtEI/AAAAAAAAAOY/dqv2zAo51_8/s1600/Second%2BYear%2Bof%2BMarriage%2B128.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So Katie and I promised to blog today-- we even shook on it. In an effort to stay true to my word, I will come out from behind my "oh, it's been too long" mask and give ya'll an update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Randon and I spent the summer in Virginia. He had an internship with Ernst and Young. It was a great summer and it only furthered my love for the best city in the U.S.-- Washington D.C. of course.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/TUY1F3N4P0I/AAAAAAAAAOI/8b-tqYDUuo8/s400/Second%2BYear%2Bof%2BMarriage%2B106.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568196364127977282" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We did lots of fun things this summer. This is us at a National's game. Obviously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/TUY1GYMlceI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cfHOhIunaro/s400/Second%2BYear%2Bof%2BMarriage%2B115.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568196372980920802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to Mt. Vernon. I may have enjoyed this one a little more than Randon. I love this kind of stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/TUY1GuOFtEI/AAAAAAAAAOY/dqv2zAo51_8/s400/Second%2BYear%2Bof%2BMarriage%2B128.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568196378892809282" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was a very friendly donkey. We bonded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/TUY1G6ZyMSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ar5kc0nP474/s400/Second%2BYear%2Bof%2BMarriage%2B133.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568196382163087650" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the 4th of July, we decided to do it up big and go downtown. Everyone says that you only need to do it once in your life because it's so crazy. I disagree. It's all about where you sit. I guess if you were to try to find a spot on the Mall, you would have a hard time. We sat on the steps of the Jefferson Memorial. It was a beautiful view and it wasn't too crowded. (Yes, I realize that we match-- Randon was a little embarrassed, but I thought it was cute.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/TUY1HIDZ4mI/AAAAAAAAAOo/du3Pyh0p0kQ/s400/Second%2BYear%2Bof%2BMarriage%2B140.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568196385827316322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the steps before the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/TUY3xfsLRLI/AAAAAAAAAOw/g2PYDZgbRc8/s400/Second%2BYear%2Bof%2BMarriage%2B155.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568199312750101682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is us on our two year anniversary. Randon took me out to a nice dinner in downtown Leesburg. We went to Lightfoot, which is a restaurant in what used to be a bank. The building was beautiful and old fashioned. It was great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/TUY3xvWY6hI/AAAAAAAAAO4/P6n2ImmH7os/s400/Second%2BYear%2Bof%2BMarriage%2B182.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568199316953688594" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us in front of the Washington D.C. Temple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All in all, it was a great summer. Many thanks to Randon's parents for housing and feeding us. We had a blast in the "concrete suite." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Randon got a full-time offer with E&amp;amp;Y! We expect to start in the fall. Anyone have any good housing suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2685186337926322504-427260949581476308?l=randonandbethanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/feeds/427260949581476308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/2011/01/were-still-here.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685186337926322504/posts/default/427260949581476308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685186337926322504/posts/default/427260949581476308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/2011/01/were-still-here.html' title='We&apos;re Still Here!'/><author><name>Randon and Bethanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613895010775179236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SjgMC2YJcbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w2MItPPRYPM/S220/DSC_0110.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/TUY1F3N4P0I/AAAAAAAAAOI/8b-tqYDUuo8/s72-c/Second%2BYear%2Bof%2BMarriage%2B106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685186337926322504.post-7359946869337499358</id><published>2010-01-01T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T20:43:19.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July</title><content type='html'>Welp, Randon is still watching football, so I guess I have time for another catch-up post. We stayed around Provo for the 4th this year. There is a pretty cool parade, and we live right down the road from the stadium, so we were able to see the Stadium of Fire fireworks from the lawn in front of our complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7HscBTDQI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Fxck_JmOg5w/s1600-h/Summer+09+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7HscBTDQI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Fxck_JmOg5w/s400/Summer+09+078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421990567650462978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We started the festivities by making an American flag cake. Man that was tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7Hs7Kc0nI/AAAAAAAAAMU/vCW1jjDqAiE/s1600-h/Summer+09+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7Hs7Kc0nI/AAAAAAAAAMU/vCW1jjDqAiE/s400/Summer+09+081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421990576010351218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The finished product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7HtPDN0hI/AAAAAAAAAMc/GorcExDtq0s/s1600-h/Summer+09+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7HtPDN0hI/AAAAAAAAAMc/GorcExDtq0s/s400/Summer+09+082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421990581348717074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and the finished product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7HtrFGAvI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Yg1V0gHswUI/s1600-h/Summer+09+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7HtrFGAvI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Yg1V0gHswUI/s400/Summer+09+084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421990588872786674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a little rain shower in the middle of the parade. We got a little wet, but it was hot so it felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Randon and I liked different things about the parade. Here are some of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7HuI0pqwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/16JpHadP__Y/s1600-h/Summer+09+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7HuI0pqwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/16JpHadP__Y/s400/Summer+09+087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421990596856883970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The floats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7JpU-Ds3I/AAAAAAAAAM0/A-z2fyzbgMg/s1600-h/Summer+09+093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7JpU-Ds3I/AAAAAAAAAM0/A-z2fyzbgMg/s400/Summer+09+093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421992713241473906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The marching bands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are Randon's favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7Jpku7rjI/AAAAAAAAAM8/GI5U4iP9k3M/s1600-h/Summer+09+103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7Jpku7rjI/AAAAAAAAAM8/GI5U4iP9k3M/s400/Summer+09+103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421992717473001010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He really liked the llamas but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7Jp3DmCCI/AAAAAAAAANE/2fSTDjP6MAs/s1600-h/Summer+09+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7Jp3DmCCI/AAAAAAAAANE/2fSTDjP6MAs/s400/Summer+09+095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421992722391500834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  His favorite thing about the whole parade was watching the boys who had the pleasant job of scooping the llama and horse poop, as depicted above. Let me tell you, there was a lot of poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7JqcJeahI/AAAAAAAAANM/SJVkO0ogiE8/s1600-h/Summer+09+104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7JqcJeahI/AAAAAAAAANM/SJVkO0ogiE8/s400/Summer+09+104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421992732348279314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our spot in front of our apt. complex to watch the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7JqtAJPaI/AAAAAAAAANU/Erug6QrW5SA/s1600-h/Summer+09+109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7JqtAJPaI/AAAAAAAAANU/Erug6QrW5SA/s400/Summer+09+109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421992736872545698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were quite a few people out on the curb with us to watch the fireworks. We were all very confused and disappointed when they abruptly ended after only a few minutes. Randon and I waited for a while just to make sure that they were really over, decided that they were, and packed everything up. Of course, as soon as we got half way to our apartment, they started up again. Apparently, they were doing a scene from Wicked. Alphaba hadn't finished defying gravity until after we packed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7MO3OfCXI/AAAAAAAAANc/HQTuYJxRi3A/s1600-h/Summer+09+112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7MO3OfCXI/AAAAAAAAANc/HQTuYJxRi3A/s400/Summer+09+112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421995557115595122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was a little bit obsessed with fruit desserts this summer. This is a scrumptious cake I made with strawberry filling. It was rich. We gave half of it away after we realized that we were getting fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7MPbKJ72I/AAAAAAAAANk/hZfKax03cus/s1600-h/Summer+09+110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7MPbKJ72I/AAAAAAAAANk/hZfKax03cus/s400/Summer+09+110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421995566761111394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was before the icing started melting. We tried not to use the air conditioning as much as possible. Icing doesn't like a warm apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7MPjs4wVI/AAAAAAAAANs/RgPn4aVG54k/s1600-h/Summer+09+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7MPjs4wVI/AAAAAAAAANs/RgPn4aVG54k/s400/Summer+09+113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421995569054269778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Randon sustained a lot of injuries this summer. Most of them were on his legs. By the end of July, both legs looked like this. Some of those were from softball, one was from golf, and some were from slipping on the nasty greasy floors in the Seven Peaks kitchen. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7MQCRv4yI/AAAAAAAAAN0/3yYiMS5CWFs/s1600-h/Summer+09+114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7MQCRv4yI/AAAAAAAAAN0/3yYiMS5CWFs/s400/Summer+09+114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421995577261941538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how he felt about his legs. Sad boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685186337926322504-7359946869337499358?l=randonandbethanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/feeds/7359946869337499358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/2010/01/fourth-of-july.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685186337926322504/posts/default/7359946869337499358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685186337926322504/posts/default/7359946869337499358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/2010/01/fourth-of-july.html' title='Fourth of July'/><author><name>Randon and Bethanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613895010775179236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SjgMC2YJcbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w2MItPPRYPM/S220/DSC_0110.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7HscBTDQI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Fxck_JmOg5w/s72-c/Summer+09+078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685186337926322504.post-6780365123699617314</id><published>2010-01-01T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T20:06:20.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer = Co-ed Softball</title><content type='html'>Man, writing all of these summer catch-up posts is really a bad idea. Here I am looking through all of our summer pictures and reminiscing about those few months of lazy days by the pool while it snows outside. This is not helping my dread of another semester, nor is it improving my relationship with Utah winters. Anyway, Randon and friends reunited as the Little Debbies. I, of course, was the team mom/cheerleader (not that I did a single toe-touch, or even got off of my blanket, for that matter). In the end, they were the best! They won the championship and got the coveted intramural champion t-shirt. Bravo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7E80AuwiI/AAAAAAAAALk/NVUcjZXAeuw/s1600-h/Summer+09+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7E80AuwiI/AAAAAAAAALk/NVUcjZXAeuw/s400/Summer+09+064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421987550433559074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-game huddle... sort of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7E9JByp8I/AAAAAAAAALs/MCPhUuvBgqQ/s1600-h/Summer+09+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7E9JByp8I/AAAAAAAAALs/MCPhUuvBgqQ/s400/Summer+09+071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421987556075153346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Great Randoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7E9m3YxWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/m_sHJA3UvWY/s1600-h/Summer+09+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7E9m3YxWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/m_sHJA3UvWY/s400/Summer+09+072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421987564084577634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A rare strike from Janna :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7E9_PR8DI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SXv6evQJbfE/s1600-h/Summer+09+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7E9_PR8DI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SXv6evQJbfE/s400/Summer+09+073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421987570627244082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Jill for fake running so I could get this action shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7E-X0xhRI/AAAAAAAAAME/9yh2UkiwOWo/s1600-h/Summer+09+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7E-X0xhRI/AAAAAAAAAME/9yh2UkiwOWo/s400/Summer+09+077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421987577226954002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Little Debbies in all of their glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685186337926322504-6780365123699617314?l=randonandbethanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/feeds/6780365123699617314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/2010/01/summer-co-ed-softball.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685186337926322504/posts/default/6780365123699617314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685186337926322504/posts/default/6780365123699617314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/2010/01/summer-co-ed-softball.html' title='Summer = Co-ed Softball'/><author><name>Randon and Bethanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613895010775179236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SjgMC2YJcbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w2MItPPRYPM/S220/DSC_0110.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7E80AuwiI/AAAAAAAAALk/NVUcjZXAeuw/s72-c/Summer+09+064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685186337926322504.post-6171241735324233823</id><published>2010-01-01T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:51:11.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>I've decided that I'm not very good at blogging. I thoroughly enjoy reading everyone else's blogs, and even have the audacity to get upset if some one hasn't updated in a while. Like I have any room to talk. So, without further adieu, here was our summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to our dear friend Jimmy's wedding in Vegas. It was a blast. Other than the wedding festivities, we played in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz6_ItDkmgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7f6WSJpACo0/s1600-h/Summer+09+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz6_ItDkmgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7f6WSJpACo0/s400/Summer+09+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421981157655091714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my hubby on the strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz6_JEmjy6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/nfU9nJfXlpI/s1600-h/Summer+09+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz6_JEmjy6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/nfU9nJfXlpI/s400/Summer+09+036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421981163975855010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside the Bellagio. They did a beautiful, as always, flower thing inside. It's always one of my favorite things to do -- go see the flower thing... display... thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz6_JvqSztI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Lqj7IHd127M/s1600-h/Summer+09+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz6_JvqSztI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Lqj7IHd127M/s400/Summer+09+040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421981175534243538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Randon was having a little too much fun with the water that was shooting in lovely arcs over the walk way. He stuck his hand in one of them and got Jill all wet. Notice the "I didn't do it" face that he's putting on. Nice try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz6_J9dehzI/AAAAAAAAAK0/HzHcLQih9rI/s1600-h/Summer+09+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz6_J9dehzI/AAAAAAAAAK0/HzHcLQih9rI/s400/Summer+09+042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421981179238582066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my dearest friends being... scared?... surprised?... flaunting her perfect eyelashes? Yeah, that's gotta be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz6_KUZ7E1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/oum3FMG4guc/s1600-h/Summer+09+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz6_KUZ7E1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/oum3FMG4guc/s400/Summer+09+045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421981185397691218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7BbW_mVjI/AAAAAAAAALE/Sg4ACbn30NQ/s1600-h/Summer+09+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7BbW_mVjI/AAAAAAAAALE/Sg4ACbn30NQ/s400/Summer+09+048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421983677173618226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting for the water show at the Bellagio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7Bb8kJ8yI/AAAAAAAAALM/JKVl8gqBx2Q/s1600-h/Summer+09+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7Bb8kJ8yI/AAAAAAAAALM/JKVl8gqBx2Q/s400/Summer+09+051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421983687259058978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7BcKkFzgI/AAAAAAAAALU/cQiDwCMEqlE/s1600-h/Summer+09+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7BcKkFzgI/AAAAAAAAALU/cQiDwCMEqlE/s400/Summer+09+057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421983691016883714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I told Randon that this is his punishment for not smiling in pictures. Booya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7BcsuzS_I/AAAAAAAAALc/Qtzs3cXubQY/s1600-h/Summer+09+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz7BcsuzS_I/AAAAAAAAALc/Qtzs3cXubQY/s400/Summer+09+063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421983700188613618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The water show! I believe that this one was "Viva Las Vegas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685186337926322504-6171241735324233823?l=randonandbethanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/feeds/6171241735324233823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/2010/01/viva-las-vegas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685186337926322504/posts/default/6171241735324233823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685186337926322504/posts/default/6171241735324233823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/2010/01/viva-las-vegas.html' title='Viva Las Vegas'/><author><name>Randon and Bethanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613895010775179236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SjgMC2YJcbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w2MItPPRYPM/S220/DSC_0110.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sz6_ItDkmgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7f6WSJpACo0/s72-c/Summer+09+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685186337926322504.post-9160814481152134247</id><published>2009-09-05T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:33:12.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SqKtX8yxisI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HNys4xUDNBo/s1600-h/Summer+09+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SqKtX8yxisI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HNys4xUDNBo/s400/Summer+09+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378051532001479362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This summer started out with Duncan and Liz's wedding. It was beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SqKsTOmrE6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/9b-w_6MJYMI/s1600-h/Summer+09+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SqKsTOmrE6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/9b-w_6MJYMI/s400/Summer+09+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378050351371588514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, sorry about your car...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SqKtBpyEyuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JL9Je1v86a8/s1600-h/Summer+09+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SqKtBpyEyuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JL9Je1v86a8/s400/Summer+09+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378051148941150946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SqKt4-d1_NI/AAAAAAAAAJw/rjUWIHhEbhk/s1600-h/Summer+09+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SqKt4-d1_NI/AAAAAAAAAJw/rjUWIHhEbhk/s400/Summer+09+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378052099386244306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randon and I both got summer jobs at Seven Peaks water park. He was my supervisor. Yeah, believe it. It was nice to have season passes, but other than that, Randon's face pretty much shows how we felt each day before we went to work. We would rather be playing at Seven Peaks than working there...&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/2685186337926322504-9160814481152134247?l=randonandbethanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/feeds/9160814481152134247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-fun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685186337926322504/posts/default/9160814481152134247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685186337926322504/posts/default/9160814481152134247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>Randon and Bethanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613895010775179236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SjgMC2YJcbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w2MItPPRYPM/S220/DSC_0110.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SqKtX8yxisI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HNys4xUDNBo/s72-c/Summer+09+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685186337926322504.post-8791049267187718492</id><published>2009-07-27T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T10:32:12.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Catch-up Post!</title><content type='html'>Ok- This is the last catch-up post. I promise. After I get this one done I'll start blogging about things that have happened over the summer. I guess that's catching up too... whatever. Here is our first Christmas together!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sm3dF0SwLDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9ZIWj5QQBt0/s1600-h/2008-2009+442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sm3dF0SwLDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9ZIWj5QQBt0/s400/2008-2009+442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363185823274511410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first Christmas tree! I got it for free from a neighborhood garage sale that my school put on. I wasn't even sure it had all the pieces, but it did- along with two strands of lights, bows and ornaments hidden at the bottom of the box! What a find!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sm3dGH2SjmI/AAAAAAAAAHw/5UDBwq6nBh0/s1600-h/2008-2009+446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sm3dGH2SjmI/AAAAAAAAAHw/5UDBwq6nBh0/s400/2008-2009+446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363185828523839074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love early mornings eating breakfast (which is still on the table- oops) by the lights of the tree. Our cute little apartment was so festive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sm3dGhBdgtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jW-mAYVdDmM/s1600-h/2008-2009+426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sm3dGhBdgtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jW-mAYVdDmM/s400/2008-2009+426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363185835281580754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blue Condo throws the best parties. This one had a place to decorate your own Christmas cookies and a chocolate fountain. Jill and I made the best looking cookies, if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sm3dG51e0aI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jLLW9AtmAH4/s1600-h/2008-2009+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sm3dG51e0aI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jLLW9AtmAH4/s400/2008-2009+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363185841942221218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Randon at the party. Thanks for letting me borrow your sweater Janna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sm3dHKQioBI/AAAAAAAAAII/h5SK_FTHu9w/s1600-h/2008-2009+435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sm3dHKQioBI/AAAAAAAAAII/h5SK_FTHu9w/s400/2008-2009+435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363185846350684178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry, Jill. I had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sm3gEDgcEEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gjToKxGrzYA/s1600-h/2008-2009+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sm3gEDgcEEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gjToKxGrzYA/s400/2008-2009+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363189091533590594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Randon's uncle had box seats to a Georgetown game. We happily came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sm3gEg-Q5XI/AAAAAAAAAIY/coXPRuBN8oI/s1600-h/2008-2009+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sm3gEg-Q5XI/AAAAAAAAAIY/coXPRuBN8oI/s400/2008-2009+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363189099443316082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us in the box. Oh, someday I will get Randon to just smile like a normal person for pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sm3gE1vgZoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Gu6RlsR2XSE/s1600-h/2008-2009+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sm3gE1vgZoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Gu6RlsR2XSE/s400/2008-2009+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363189105018562178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Randon's cousin got married in the DC temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sm3gFHX6A4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/UIy0zgPi9_g/s1600-h/2008-2009+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sm3gFHX6A4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/UIy0zgPi9_g/s400/2008-2009+047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363189109751415682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sm3gFj0Pq0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/p5nk_NlG8vs/s1600-h/2008-2009+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sm3gFj0Pq0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/p5nk_NlG8vs/s400/2008-2009+053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363189117386468162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Randon is happy to be there, I promise. This is my first day out of the house. I came down with a nasty stomach flu on the plane ride over. Needless to say, I was spending more time on the couch than seeing the sights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sm3i6iFtyBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/h2caNCmpSpU/s1600-h/2008-2009+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sm3i6iFtyBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/h2caNCmpSpU/s400/2008-2009+059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363192226479196178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We saw a concert put on by the DC missionaries at the visitor's center. It was really cold that night, I don't know how Randon stayed warm in just that hoodie... Notice the scruff on his chin. He and his brother call that a "shovel" and they always grow them over the holidays. I would like to change that tradition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sm3i60Y3MxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZZMuUtM5V7I/s1600-h/2008-2009+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sm3i60Y3MxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZZMuUtM5V7I/s400/2008-2009+068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363192231391343378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so hard to get a good shot at night with lights all around. This was the best one. Again, I promise Randon was happy to be there and that his face does not reflect his mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I can finally blog about summer!! Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685186337926322504-8791049267187718492?l=randonandbethanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/feeds/8791049267187718492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-catch-up-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685186337926322504/posts/default/8791049267187718492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685186337926322504/posts/default/8791049267187718492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-catch-up-post.html' title='The Last Catch-up Post!'/><author><name>Randon and Bethanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613895010775179236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SjgMC2YJcbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w2MItPPRYPM/S220/DSC_0110.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Sm3dF0SwLDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9ZIWj5QQBt0/s72-c/2008-2009+442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685186337926322504.post-7488788348953212729</id><published>2009-07-26T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T13:24:12.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Catch-up Post</title><content type='html'>OK- I think I can fit the rest of the year up until summer in this post. Basically, that means this will be a Thanksgiving/birthday/Christmas post (does anything happen between January and May? Oh wait... Valentine's Day...). Anyhow, here is my last catch-up post. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SmyygtJnWgI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1Vii2hEr7_o/s1600-h/2008-2009+403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SmyygtJnWgI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1Vii2hEr7_o/s400/2008-2009+403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362857531236899330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister and brother-in-law were kind enough to have the family over for our Thanksgiving feast. I think my nephew, Avan, and Randon are sizing each other up. He's going to make such a good dad some day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SmyyhIcgtFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Pf-xP_pvg2k/s1600-h/2008-2009+411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SmyyhIcgtFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Pf-xP_pvg2k/s400/2008-2009+411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362857538563912786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom made these delicious gingerbread boy cookies. I think I ate half of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SmyzdhvhP0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/E7lfNvU40w0/s1600-h/2008-2009+408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SmyzdhvhP0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/E7lfNvU40w0/s400/2008-2009+408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362858576146677570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Randon really enjoyed dinner. It was spectacular. Sorry Pamela, I didn't get a group shot or a shot of our delicious spread of food. This will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Smy1Lz3cdCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/djFH3fix7QU/s1600-h/2008-2009+374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Smy1Lz3cdCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/djFH3fix7QU/s400/2008-2009+374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362860470797366306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before we left for Pamela and Adam's, my mom stayed with us for a couple days. She brought us Christmas and birthday presents! This is a typical picture with the presents. I can't tell you how many pictures we have of me on my birthday, piled high with presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Smy1MjbkQsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/yx_qvHr8mZA/s1600-h/2008-2009+253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Smy1MjbkQsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/yx_qvHr8mZA/s400/2008-2009+253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362860483565339330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is on Randon's birthday. This really began the transformation of Randon. Notice the basketball shorts and t-shirt. Very typical. Then he opened his presents and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Smy1M9IB5HI/AAAAAAAAAHA/F9N1MzII_yo/s1600-h/2008-2009+254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Smy1M9IB5HI/AAAAAAAAAHA/F9N1MzII_yo/s400/2008-2009+254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362860490462717042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's still hanging on to those shorts, but notice the lovely argyle sweater! We're getting there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Smy3l_Cf6eI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oPQe5T0hk1M/s1600-h/2008-2009+385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Smy3l_Cf6eI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oPQe5T0hk1M/s400/2008-2009+385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362863119496374754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OOOH! Blowing out the candles in a collared shirt with the argyle over it! Looks like we traded... now I'm in the t-shirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Smy3mA17kvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YWU2xnTslok/s1600-h/2008-2009+423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Smy3mA17kvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YWU2xnTslok/s400/2008-2009+423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362863119980532466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here you have it: Randon's first "outfit." He looks so good! Pants that aren't 3 sizes too big! And yes, believe it- he's wearing loafers. See ya Jordan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Smy1NUXDcfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_VhNTkBPfWk/s1600-h/2008-2009+256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Smy1NUXDcfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_VhNTkBPfWk/s400/2008-2009+256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362860496699748850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went out to the Olive Garden with some friends for his birthday dinner. Note: Randon is wearing his new outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Smy5qlLupUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iSPxWV1LhR0/s1600-h/2008-2009+270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Smy5qlLupUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iSPxWV1LhR0/s400/2008-2009+270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362865397478368578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Randon and his best friend Matt almost share a birthday. They are only one day apart, so we had a joint party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to do Christmas in the next post; this one is getting too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685186337926322504-7488788348953212729?l=randonandbethanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/feeds/7488788348953212729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-catch-up-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685186337926322504/posts/default/7488788348953212729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685186337926322504/posts/default/7488788348953212729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-catch-up-post.html' title='Another Catch-up Post'/><author><name>Randon and Bethanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613895010775179236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SjgMC2YJcbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w2MItPPRYPM/S220/DSC_0110.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SmyygtJnWgI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1Vii2hEr7_o/s72-c/2008-2009+403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685186337926322504.post-2481210708065827110</id><published>2009-07-25T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T08:54:57.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up: Halloween</title><content type='html'>For some reason, I feel like I can't post anything current until I post everything past. So here is Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SmsonYWTKKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fM980G_4ZUc/s1600-h/2008-2009+221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SmsonYWTKKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fM980G_4ZUc/s400/2008-2009+221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362424438330697890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carving our pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SmsongZlmkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZZc9MCF8lL4/s1600-h/2008-2009+223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SmsongZlmkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZZc9MCF8lL4/s400/2008-2009+223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362424440491973186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Smson-Z-kAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/K-mxkvmA0L0/s1600-h/2008-2009+227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Smson-Z-kAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/K-mxkvmA0L0/s400/2008-2009+227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362424448546672642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The finished product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SmsooWhFxSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nQzJWYkfNqo/s1600-h/2008-2009+237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SmsooWhFxSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nQzJWYkfNqo/s400/2008-2009+237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362424455018956066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Randon made an excellent ghost, while I was Little Red Riding Hood. No, you didn't forget the part where a ghost comes and scares the wolf away. We didn't do a couple costume thing, as hard as I tried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Smsoog2p1MI/AAAAAAAAAGA/chCeBn9JW88/s1600-h/2008-2009+240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Smsoog2p1MI/AAAAAAAAAGA/chCeBn9JW88/s400/2008-2009+240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362424457793754306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks Spencer and Aly (or should I say John and Sara?)! We had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685186337926322504-2481210708065827110?l=randonandbethanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/feeds/2481210708065827110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/2009/07/catching-up-halloween.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685186337926322504/posts/default/2481210708065827110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685186337926322504/posts/default/2481210708065827110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/2009/07/catching-up-halloween.html' title='Catching Up: Halloween'/><author><name>Randon and Bethanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613895010775179236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SjgMC2YJcbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w2MItPPRYPM/S220/DSC_0110.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SmsonYWTKKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fM980G_4ZUc/s72-c/2008-2009+221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685186337926322504.post-1253933295173659158</id><published>2009-06-29T08:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:26:20.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marital Bliss</title><content type='html'>I found a folder in my pictures that I had named "married life." So, here is a taste of what it is like to be married to Randon Tagg. (It's the best-- you should all be jealous).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skjg4e1FgYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7RwNWYli_wE/s1600-h/2008-2009+228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skjg4e1FgYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7RwNWYli_wE/s400/2008-2009+228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352775418082853250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our living room. Oh! What's that on the TV?? ESPN?? No way! What a shocker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skjg4n7Lt1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/jGia_B2KOi8/s1600-h/2008-2009+229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skjg4n7Lt1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/jGia_B2KOi8/s400/2008-2009+229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352775420524345170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, space is not something that they divvy out liberally at Cambridge Court. I don't mind though; it just forces us to cuddle more. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skjg4-UtTpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xJBMffujQzU/s1600-h/2008-2009+230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skjg4-UtTpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xJBMffujQzU/s400/2008-2009+230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352775426536984210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the kitchen. Apparently this was taken around Halloween. Although I love pumpkin, we do not usually have one carved as our centerpiece. Gotta love the expression on Randon's face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SkjjxvyJzjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/pc5RdLwP1xM/s1600-h/2008-2009+170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SkjjxvyJzjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/pc5RdLwP1xM/s400/2008-2009+170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352778600909753906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is us in the conference center. Things to know about Randon: he doesn't really like taking pictures. Therefore, you will always turn out with one of two faces: weird, or extremely cheesy grin. This one was a weird face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SkjktBiitzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TIjmK1qVoyo/s1600-h/2008-2009+210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SkjktBiitzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TIjmK1qVoyo/s400/2008-2009+210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352779619288397618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To save money, and for pure convenience, we decided that I should be Randon's hair stylist. I attended the Duncan Glen hair school, watched a cut, and was supervised on a cut, and I was ready to do my first solo cut. This is a before shot. Yeah, it's just funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SkjktdpRvyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6LKl-j93ZIs/s1600-h/2008-2009+211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SkjktdpRvyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6LKl-j93ZIs/s400/2008-2009+211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352779626832838434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Notice how confident I appear. Randon is actually not doing one of his two smile variations. He is actually very nervous. As he should have been, I still didn't know what I was doing at the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skjlv2sKIrI/AAAAAAAAAFA/42lppDA_aoE/s1600-h/2008-2009+213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skjlv2sKIrI/AAAAAAAAAFA/42lppDA_aoE/s400/2008-2009+213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352780767427175090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the finished product. I am sweaty from going over everything so many times and fading to perfection, but satisfied. I don't think he had seen how amazing it looked yet, so he didn't want to appear too excited just in case it looked bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SkjnbaAk37I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TgmQfQRGEzA/s1600-h/2008-2009+246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SkjnbaAk37I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TgmQfQRGEzA/s400/2008-2009+246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352782615154057138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Sunday, I had the sudden urge to bake something. This actually happens a lot. I blame (and thank) my mother. So I discovered that we were, of course, out of everything. Everything except peaches that is. I decided to make a peach pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skjnbu3_-wI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LNjljlujJHA/s1600-h/2008-2009+249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skjnbu3_-wI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LNjljlujJHA/s400/2008-2009+249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352782620755229442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randon was pretty excited about it. He helped me peel the peaches and then claimed that he had made the whole pie. This picture is payback for that. (Note: this is his cheesy grin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skjnb5gGJiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mYedlWnZ-4Q/s1600-h/2008-2009+252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skjnb5gGJiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mYedlWnZ-4Q/s400/2008-2009+252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352782623607760418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finished product was divine. The pie, however, took us a long time to finish off. It turns out that Randon doesn't really like pie all that much, and I really just enjoyed making it more than eating it. Don't get me wrong; it was delicious. I just couldn't justify stuffing my face with pie all the time. It really is more something to share. So, I'll make you pie if you'll be our friends. :)&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/2685186337926322504-1253933295173659158?l=randonandbethanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/feeds/1253933295173659158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/2009/06/marital-bliss.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685186337926322504/posts/default/1253933295173659158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685186337926322504/posts/default/1253933295173659158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/2009/06/marital-bliss.html' title='Marital Bliss'/><author><name>Randon and Bethanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613895010775179236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SjgMC2YJcbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w2MItPPRYPM/S220/DSC_0110.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skjg4e1FgYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7RwNWYli_wE/s72-c/2008-2009+228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685186337926322504.post-8076416883873742839</id><published>2009-06-27T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:02:48.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the top...</title><content type='html'>We have finally jumped on the bandwagon (and when I say "we" I mean "I" because Randon will not ever touch this blog). I'm going to be honest, I've put off blogging for so long because it intimidates me. I look at our friends' blogs and they are all so craftily formatted, their comments so witty, and their lives seem to be filled with such fun activities! I also feel astronomically behind, seeing as I was not "on the ball" and didn't start us a blog while awaiting a proposal. We have been married for almost a year, so this might be a long post. Those who do not have the endurance for such, turn back now. So I guess we should start at the wedding...&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SkZStmWlWxI/AAAAAAAAABo/g9L8jWY-x-w/s1600-h/659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 387px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SkZStmWlWxI/AAAAAAAAABo/g9L8jWY-x-w/s400/659.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352056150519274258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful. It was the happiest day of my life. It was all of the wonderful things that you can say about a wedding. But, I feel like the thing that Randon and I tell people most often about our wedding is this: it was hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SkZU4mAM7OI/AAAAAAAAAB4/d8Ix9wPE9UU/s1600-h/380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SkZU4mAM7OI/AAAAAAAAAB4/d8Ix9wPE9UU/s400/380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352058538427215074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me in between shots, trying to get a little air through all the layers of non-breathable fabric. It was like wearing a portable sauna. I think I am sassing someone about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skgz-BIryoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3tBSb0Wu5d8/s1600-h/262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skgz-BIryoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3tBSb0Wu5d8/s400/262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352585297679600258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Notice the paper towels in Randon's hand. We had to literally mop our brows between each shot. I'm pretty sure that at this point, we didn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It all turned out better than I could have hoped for, despite the vengeful Georgia humidity. We had so much love and support from our friends and family. Here are a few of my favorite pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skg02bhzCoI/AAAAAAAAADI/3L1YCo_dvPA/s1600-h/250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skg02bhzCoI/AAAAAAAAADI/3L1YCo_dvPA/s400/250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352586266836929154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who can pick just one maid of honor? Janna is my best friend from Utah, and Christen is my best friend from Georgia. I wanted them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skg1pJjCKWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/raNzwgwZc50/s1600-h/685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skg1pJjCKWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/raNzwgwZc50/s400/685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352587138183604578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bridesmaids: Janna, Christen, Pamela, Emily, and Shawney. Who can guess which ones are related?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skg2WDDPV1I/AAAAAAAAADY/cuJKXxDv1oc/s1600-h/205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skg2WDDPV1I/AAAAAAAAADY/cuJKXxDv1oc/s400/205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352587909533751122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The groomsmen: Breton, Dad, Randon (does he count even though he's the groom?), Matt, Tyler, Jason, Chapman, and Max. Most of these guys are related, so it's not as hard to guess. Jason and Breton: you are at our wedding, not our funeral...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skg3Fb6_eiI/AAAAAAAAADg/NDNzLKNxuZU/s1600-h/356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skg3Fb6_eiI/AAAAAAAAADg/NDNzLKNxuZU/s400/356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352588723663895074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole family. We just love them all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skg42UEgEqI/AAAAAAAAADo/kpz7Zka_rnc/s1600-h/384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skg42UEgEqI/AAAAAAAAADo/kpz7Zka_rnc/s400/384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352590662881514146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a special shout out to all of our friends that flew out for the wedding. I would have been WAY more stressed without everyone's support! It really meant a lot to Randon and I that you all could come! I'm glad that you all got to have a taste of the South. Ask any of these girls to tell you the story of buying me a garter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skg5_55BZsI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4MdMM_Xh3W0/s1600-h/392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skg5_55BZsI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4MdMM_Xh3W0/s400/392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352591927164364482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Provo girls. They can't be beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skg7I0FjlEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ErPTK13cdLY/s1600-h/727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skg7I0FjlEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ErPTK13cdLY/s400/727.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352593179736773698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is my favorite picture ever. Besides all the mushy kissing ones, that is. This is right before I tossed my bouquet. I think there might be someone who wants it, but she's being so subtle... She didn't end up catching it. Christen beat her by a dive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so much for the super-post. This is more time consuming than I anticipated! That's all for the wedding. I'll just end with this picture. It's just so typical Randon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skg8RnMeZYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/COWTRLwd9hs/s1600-h/738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/Skg8RnMeZYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/COWTRLwd9hs/s400/738.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352594430406583682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/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/2685186337926322504-8076416883873742839?l=randonandbethanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/feeds/8076416883873742839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/2009/06/from-top.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685186337926322504/posts/default/8076416883873742839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685186337926322504/posts/default/8076416883873742839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randonandbethanie.blogspot.com/2009/06/from-top.html' title='From the top...'/><author><name>Randon and Bethanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613895010775179236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SjgMC2YJcbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w2MItPPRYPM/S220/DSC_0110.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhs8iB25k9k/SkZStmWlWxI/AAAAAAAAABo/g9L8jWY-x-w/s72-c/659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
