<?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-5725568203407691233</id><updated>2012-01-17T13:38:04.379-08:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Hahn's Tall Tales</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-1299691784415757888</id><published>2012-01-17T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T13:38:04.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture OverLoad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kxupA9bMbPg/TxXbzGsHcXI/AAAAAAAAA7o/N96i5HVliM8/s320/December2011+039.jpg" width="212" /&gt;I know we have really over passed Christmas and heck we are almost into a new Holiday (Valentines Day) But I've been slacking in the blogging world and decided there is no better day then Today to do a little catching up in the blog world. This is mostly for The Grandparents who don't live here and get to see the Kids as much as we'd all like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xakG2bsE-W8/TxXb1ECoezI/AAAAAAAAA7w/CxHk7tubPQ8/s320/December2011+042.jpg" width="212" /&gt;Dustin on Christmas Morning. He was happy despite the face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jxyWke2qOz8/TxXb3FCMuYI/AAAAAAAAA74/Xv43yhTD5rc/s320/December2011+043.jpg" width="320" /&gt;The boys and Tubby getting ready to open gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uyOEh8iE6qA/TxXb5PFA9YI/AAAAAAAAA8A/zy5vSw6iM3A/s1600/December2011+045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uyOEh8iE6qA/TxXb5PFA9YI/AAAAAAAAA8A/zy5vSw6iM3A/s320/December2011+045.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;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TCh0zebRkQ/TxXb7UknsFI/AAAAAAAAA8I/ee47EYB4w2I/s320/December2011+046.jpg" width="320" /&gt;Pretty happy about the traditional Calendar their dad gets them every year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YjITm7SKhkY/TxXb95335AI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/dJSNsc7fRME/s320/December2011+047.jpg" width="212" /&gt;Nice new warm jacket &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M9c7sGjp17Y/TxXcAEI9h-I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/l6VSBsMaz_s/s320/December2011+052.jpg" width="320" /&gt;Under all that wrapping papers proves that our boys are "well loved"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k4_60IxGiqQ/TxXcCWUDxwI/AAAAAAAAA8g/4Y50KypaXjE/s320/December2011+055.jpg" width="320" /&gt;Dustin with his new football and yes Daniel half asleep in the background. He he.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xJYR-iASiWw/TxXcFIJ2KvI/AAAAAAAAA8o/SVtUkIHTLok/s320/December2011+057.jpg" width="212" /&gt;Bradley and the dogs checking out the new goodies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OI-WHpRH9Zc/TxXcHf9iRII/AAAAAAAAA8w/NzK5ogpGlvc/s320/December2011+070.jpg" width="212" /&gt;After Presents at our house we as usual went to Dena's house and spent some time with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KVjdqYg_UXI/TxXcJrIRRjI/AAAAAAAAA84/8kMGR-iG6NM/s1600/December2011+072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KVjdqYg_UXI/TxXcJrIRRjI/AAAAAAAAA84/8kMGR-iG6NM/s320/December2011+072.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;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EQu1BKk-S6I/TxXcL3FCGtI/AAAAAAAAA9A/aviJdwHkxqU/s320/December2011+077.jpg" width="212" /&gt;The boys were "well loved" there as well. Ha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3t6k2tHm1Ww/TxXbw-ij91I/AAAAAAAAA7g/AHp2H76J2KU/s320/December2011+101.jpg" width="320" /&gt;After Dena's we went to my mom and dads house. And opened gifts and spent time with them. Almost every one was there this year Adam is spent his Christmas serving our country overseas in Afghanistan. We missed him bunches. And Ryan my other sisters husband had to work on the oil rigs. Bummer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xREVgV77Cq4/TxXcOJJlrvI/AAAAAAAAA9I/EhlZRNr8GE0/s320/December2011+082.jpg" width="320" /&gt;This is my ShyCakes she loved her new dress and wanted to pose for the camera to show it off. Gotta love this girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NacoGb_X6mo/TxXcQjJ_4qI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/RDgJuThMklA/s320/December2011+085.jpg" width="320" /&gt;Logyn and Taidyn best buds as always. These two can be some serious trouble when they get together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sSr0VlVTxd8/TxXcX19YiuI/AAAAAAAAA9o/2_fEX9od_88/s320/December2011+095.jpg" width="320" /&gt;My youngest sis Miranda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0miIhIRbqs/TxXcVuKU9XI/AAAAAAAAA9g/VCmT-pfvNCM/s320/December2011+092.jpg" width="320" /&gt;My other two sisters Kay is the one talking with Taidyn and Krystal she is the one with the silly grin on her face. Ha ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMF2eVR3ziQ/TxXcTPMtPJI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/Xyno8vVi618/s320/December2011+089.jpg" width="320" /&gt;This is just a random picture of the craziness that happens when we are all together. &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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;K Now that I've over loaded you with Christmas pictures I can get back to posting about things that have happened more recently. Or at least try to any ways. Hope you all enjoyed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-1299691784415757888?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/1299691784415757888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=1299691784415757888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/1299691784415757888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/1299691784415757888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2012/01/picture-overload.html' title='Picture OverLoad.'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kxupA9bMbPg/TxXbzGsHcXI/AAAAAAAAA7o/N96i5HVliM8/s72-c/December2011+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-5191977725212926497</id><published>2011-12-19T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T15:22:00.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a CHARLIE BROWN Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This Year for Christmas some of our good friends talked us into going Christmas Tree hunting in the mountains. It was an adventure to say the least. But It sure was fun. This was our first time ever having a real tree in our house, because I usually put up my fake one. The kids enjoyed hiking around and hanging out with the other kids. And Daniel and our Friend Trevor got some pretty good exercise in climbing the mountain to get the one tree they thought would be the best. Despite the wives, Jenni and I, trying to talk them into something closer and not so hard to get to. But men being men they climbed the mountain for us. &lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C3pOp0GAjLU/Tu_ClzWvxOI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/00tYBiFFpEo/s320/December2011+008.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tgvMkim3gCo/Tu_CozvBffI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/XUXJZTbkmbg/s320/December2011+009.jpg" width="239" /&gt;This is the kids hiking around the mountain in search for the perfect tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PlYpNVCGQvs/Tu_Cq3VEeZI/AAAAAAAAA6g/x_wiL_xAoSs/s320/December2011+012.jpg" width="239" /&gt;Dustin taking alittle break while watching Dad hike the mountain on the other side of the cliff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6snBOFzmMkk/Tu_Cune2uXI/AAAAAAAAA6o/8mAa1EBJdBg/s320/December2011+013.jpg" width="239" /&gt;You see that little black spec on the Bottom by the creek? Well that would be Daniel , he went down the cliff through the creek and then had to head up the other side of the mountain in search for the perfect tree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WQwl0em6eqw/Tu_CyOb9ErI/AAAAAAAAA6w/7WW7EuCClb8/s320/December2011+014.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Daniel, Trevor , Bridger , and Coda our dog. Even she had a hard time climbing up the other side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_P72bYE02Jc/Tu_C3M9ptQI/AAAAAAAAA7A/B1b4AoXsOxY/s320/December2011+023.jpg" width="239" /&gt;This would be Daniel after cutting the tree down and bringing it back up to where we were so we could take it back to the truck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nt6dfWnoW-U/Tu_C0fAotrI/AAAAAAAAA64/kdBYzdIACII/s320/December2011+019.jpg" width="239" /&gt;Our Beautiful CHARLIE BROWN Christmas tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OlhpwI-8fG0/Tu_C5lgZC5I/AAAAAAAAA7I/qpEmn93HUpI/s320/December2011+027.jpg" width="239" /&gt;After our adventures hike through the mountains we stopped in for some yummy pizza and a couple cold ones. Daniel was alittle worn out to say the least after his nice long hike. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sScFM02WUGA/Tu_C8LfnwZI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/oly46vptoGQ/s320/December2011+028.jpg" width="239" /&gt;Our friends Jenni and Trevor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EqecKbpXO3Q/Tu_C-1PHHBI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/3kbd4GbauYM/s320/December2011+030.jpg" width="239" /&gt;Bradley and Brooklyn enjoying some delicious pizza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pjMaWMllIMY/Tu_Ci0cjMhI/AAAAAAAAA6I/MnlyICdpC88/s320/December2011+033.jpg" width="239" /&gt;Our beautiful CHARLIE BROWN Christmas tree. It's wasn't decorated all the way in this picture. Although it leaves something to be desired it was still a fun time cutting down our own tree. So much fun in fact I think we may just do it again next year. But I don't think I'll let Daniel pick out which tree to cut down. I'm thinking something alittle fuller and not so Charlie Brownish will do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you all have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. May the New Year bring many blessings and adventures to you all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-5191977725212926497?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/5191977725212926497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=5191977725212926497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/5191977725212926497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/5191977725212926497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-charlie-brown-christmas.html' title='It&apos;s a CHARLIE BROWN Christmas!'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C3pOp0GAjLU/Tu_ClzWvxOI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/00tYBiFFpEo/s72-c/December2011+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-1560024543866202263</id><published>2011-11-11T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T08:29:57.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VETERANS Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zCPW35QCXjE/Tr1MH8zsz1I/AAAAAAAAA6A/z956Aqx7MRs/s1600/veterans.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zCPW35QCXjE/Tr1MH8zsz1I/AAAAAAAAA6A/z956Aqx7MRs/s1600/veterans.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wanted to THANK all of the men and women who have served, and who are serving our country! We go through our days some times forgetting all of the sacrifice's that were made for us to be free and enjoy the wonderful things of this country. We should always be thankful for their services, but today is a day to say Thank you. Even though thank you could never be enough for all they have done. My brother in law is serving over in Afghanistan right now, and I've always known the toll it takes on our soldiers but until now it never hit this close to home. My little sister worries about her husband every day, and misses him more then words can say. I wish every family out there enduring this with her the strength to make it through.And hope that every one can come HOME safely. We love you all. And again Thank You so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-1560024543866202263?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/1560024543866202263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=1560024543866202263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/1560024543866202263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/1560024543866202263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2011/11/veterans-day.html' title='VETERANS Day'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zCPW35QCXjE/Tr1MH8zsz1I/AAAAAAAAA6A/z956Aqx7MRs/s72-c/veterans.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-4906240180723293554</id><published>2011-11-04T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T13:30:20.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our month of October was a busy one. We enjoyed it the best we could. It also went by so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K_3OJr2YZqs/TrRGismFY-I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/rbdIHXp0vy4/s320/Copy+%25282%2529+of+October2011+032.jpg" width="239" /&gt;This is the boys at the local corn maze. We had alot of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yL1Mf-DmhJo/TrRGnJoulDI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/KNucXltRzN0/s320/Copy+%25282%2529+of+October2011+035.jpg" width="239" /&gt;We took the hair from the corn ears and used them as a mustache. &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/-uOSvEjh_szw/TrRGrPPAH9I/AAAAAAAAA4g/BiGKrWse074/s1600/Copy+%25282%2529+of+October2011+036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uOSvEjh_szw/TrRGrPPAH9I/AAAAAAAAA4g/BiGKrWse074/s320/Copy+%25282%2529+of+October2011+036.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_KLK0zOmgaM/TrRGvJzaODI/AAAAAAAAA4o/y0hoQT_b18Y/s320/Copy+%25282%2529+of+October2011+038.jpg" width="239" /&gt;This is my Tubby boy he has grown alot. And turned into such a turd. But really just a typical puppy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JogpuIvvA08/TrRHE7xj17I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/_-5srUQ4mhg/s320/October2011+028.jpg" width="239" /&gt;My niece's birthday was in October as well. She turned 3 My sweet little Shy Cakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g-fEL03hfeE/TrRHH_ft9aI/AAAAAAAAA5g/MXAlO4vT0c4/s320/October2011+043.jpg" width="239" /&gt;This is the boys carving their pumpkins!&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/-2mPlSkOjX54/TrRHLlgioTI/AAAAAAAAA5o/G-pP_WsJOEQ/s1600/October2011+045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2mPlSkOjX54/TrRHLlgioTI/AAAAAAAAA5o/G-pP_WsJOEQ/s320/October2011+045.jpg" width="239" /&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/-zRxcC_Gwphg/TrRHO3yERFI/AAAAAAAAA5w/tZZZAUa_IDg/s1600/October2011+046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zRxcC_Gwphg/TrRHO3yERFI/AAAAAAAAA5w/tZZZAUa_IDg/s320/October2011+046.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JI833EAxgKk/TrRGfrpwSXI/AAAAAAAAA4I/LPG3ITK3qNg/s320/October2011+052.jpg" width="320" /&gt;The grown ups went to their very own Halloween Party. We all had so much fun. I was a Black Angel. Jenni our friend was a Sexy Vampire, My sister Krystal was a Fortune Teller, My sister Bk was a gangster, and my littlest sister Miranda was a biker babe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSPaPjWSi1g/TrRGyw-kFkI/AAAAAAAAA4w/zRHrFc5fD-g/s320/Copy+%25282%2529+of+October2011+055.jpg" width="239" /&gt;Daniel was a "Doctor"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Na0O9dozdWk/TrRHTDJrNAI/AAAAAAAAA54/Iv-d_CVW33Q/s320/October2011+047.jpg" width="239" /&gt;The out come of the boy's pumpkins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-keOcSsnB7Bc/TrRG-czIWVI/AAAAAAAAA5I/oKpBsIBecgA/s320/Copy+of+October2011+069.jpg" width="239" /&gt;My Moms birthday was on Halloween as well. We all went to celebrate with her after or Trick or Treating fun. My Sister Krystal made her cake and she did so well with it too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7JaV_aU3yNE/TrRG2AIKpWI/AAAAAAAAA44/JZcCZ498XcI/s320/Copy+of+October2011+067.jpg" width="239" /&gt;My little Shy Cakes she is such a Ham. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5cqLFChx0c/TrRHBHovqlI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/fUEa3bcaIj8/s320/October2011+023.jpg" width="212" /&gt;Bradley was Freddy Kruger and Dustin was Death! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-75CHe2prZo8/TrRG6-3hTII/AAAAAAAAA5A/omVqSJsJ8Js/s320/Copy+of+October2011+068.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-4906240180723293554?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/4906240180723293554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=4906240180723293554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/4906240180723293554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/4906240180723293554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2011/11/october.html' title='October.'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K_3OJr2YZqs/TrRGismFY-I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/rbdIHXp0vy4/s72-c/Copy+%25282%2529+of+October2011+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-5415453248628092625</id><published>2011-10-18T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T07:37:18.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Tubsalot (aka Tubby)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3OEmQzHADqU/Tp2NKr3gv5I/AAAAAAAAA1E/bZqvRzf53SM/s320/phone+pics2011+072.jpg" width="240" /&gt;Yup It's official we all have come to. LOVE this monster puppy of ours. So much so that he is now staying with us and not finding a new home. Don't blame it on me, I knew from the moment Dustin seen him he would be begging to keep him, and of course Daniel being the dad that he is would let him stay. A boy needs his dogs right? Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I do have to admit he is pretty darn cute and his personality is awesome. I'm just hoping he doesn't end up crazy psycho like his mom. He is now walking well , almost too well if you ask me because no where is safe with this little dude running around and chewing on things. He it's soft and moist food, he hasn't decided drinking water is ok though. He has proven he is stubborn when it comes to weening him from Tiny. Guess the booby is better then the bowl of water? We are working on it though. He now goes potty outside but still has his moments of oppps and ohhhh Tubby No No's! But we are working on it. He will be 8 weeks on&amp;nbsp; Friday the 21st , so we have a long ways to go. But we made it with Tiny so I'm sure we will make it with him. Wish us luck on the potty training. And hope you enjoy the new pic's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LgdfATL8Ulg/Tp2NJqw1XgI/AAAAAAAAA08/pFOpeR8U7IY/s320/phone+pics2011+074.jpg" width="240" /&gt;His bed! Think he is a little spoiled?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ_YWVyQa3Q/Tp2NLuzsffI/AAAAAAAAA1M/iPWDWzte-sI/s320/phone+pics2011+073.jpg" width="240" /&gt;Begging for me to put my feet down so he can bite my toes. He gets really mad when he can't bite your toes. Turd head! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-5415453248628092625?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/5415453248628092625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=5415453248628092625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/5415453248628092625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/5415453248628092625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2011/10/sir-tubsalot-aka-tubby.html' title='Sir Tubsalot (aka Tubby)'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3OEmQzHADqU/Tp2NKr3gv5I/AAAAAAAAA1E/bZqvRzf53SM/s72-c/phone+pics2011+072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-1169605935188126277</id><published>2011-10-18T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T07:26:08.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TROJAN Football!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This year Bradley played Sixth grade Grid Kid football. He had the same team as the previous year and has played with most of the other boys for 3 years now. This year they did sooooo well. They improved so much and worked so well as a team. They made it to PlayOffs this year, all though they didn't take it to Championships they still did very well. Throughout the whole Season Bradley made at least 3- 4 touchdowns every game. He did so well. But this year he also got hurt alot. He is so quick on his feet and can blitz so fast that his ankles can't keep up. I got a phone call one night while he was at practice that was enough to scare a mom. I ended up picking him up early from practice and taking him to the doctors office to have an x-ray done on his ankle. It ended up being sprained badly and had to be rested for a long time. He hated not being able to practice but magically was better for the next game, I think he was appearing to be better but wasn't. This year we learned to tape his feet so as you will see it's easy to find Bradley because he is the one with the white feet running around. This year his number was 30. We are proud of how well they did, but would appreciate it if he would hurry and heal with no more doctor visits. &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/-x1wqE3htFlE/Tp2JRtPENpI/AAAAAAAAA0E/K9HetFQbQkY/s1600/Copy+of+FOOTBALL2011+022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x1wqE3htFlE/Tp2JRtPENpI/AAAAAAAAA0E/K9HetFQbQkY/s320/Copy+of+FOOTBALL2011+022.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v691WulyDO0/Tp2JT-WAD0I/AAAAAAAAA0M/lq_YzTAmLXI/s1600/Copy+of+FOOTBALL2011+034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v691WulyDO0/Tp2JT-WAD0I/AAAAAAAAA0M/lq_YzTAmLXI/s320/Copy+of+FOOTBALL2011+034.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/-7kz5m3ymO6M/Tp2JWN7niQI/AAAAAAAAA0U/8z1xvGGxIbA/s1600/Copy+of+FOOTBALL2011+038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7kz5m3ymO6M/Tp2JWN7niQI/AAAAAAAAA0U/8z1xvGGxIbA/s320/Copy+of+FOOTBALL2011+038.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4SErniJDX24/Tp2JG222DmI/AAAAAAAAAzc/6zYrhd2FIpg/s320/FOOTBALL2011+082.jpg" width="320" /&gt;Dustin Got to play 4-5th grade Grid Kid this year. It was his first year of tackle, and he loved it. He is left guard on the O line. And he did so well. He was guarding his guy more often then not while the play was all but done, he wasn't letting that guy get down the field. His coach this year wasn't that wonderful and we were alittle bummed about it but we didn't let it spoil the fun of football for us or him. His team did well, the won 2 games this year and although that wasn't enough to make it to playoffs we are still proud of them, because it was the whole teams first time playing tackle. Next year they will rock I'm sure. Dustin was number 35 this year. In some of the pictures it's hard to tell where he is but look for the 35 and the kid blocking the other guy from crossing the line. &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/-vpzoS36xu68/Tp2JI7eRfsI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZKLA6QGii74/s1600/Copy+of+FOOTBALL2011+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vpzoS36xu68/Tp2JI7eRfsI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZKLA6QGii74/s320/Copy+of+FOOTBALL2011+005.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/-DtDxhIVlRCs/Tp2JLLdtjbI/AAAAAAAAAzs/MTg1h1kDjUc/s1600/Copy+of+FOOTBALL2011+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtDxhIVlRCs/Tp2JLLdtjbI/AAAAAAAAAzs/MTg1h1kDjUc/s320/Copy+of+FOOTBALL2011+009.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cqAEkwZ3Q2g/Tp2JNW5H2BI/AAAAAAAAAz0/ou81Rwrm86w/s1600/Copy+of+FOOTBALL2011+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cqAEkwZ3Q2g/Tp2JNW5H2BI/AAAAAAAAAz0/ou81Rwrm86w/s320/Copy+of+FOOTBALL2011+014.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/-D_BU8065l94/Tp2JabmLyUI/AAAAAAAAA0k/tMvbg0fDPjc/s1600/Copy+of+FOOTBALL2011+050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D_BU8065l94/Tp2JabmLyUI/AAAAAAAAA0k/tMvbg0fDPjc/s320/Copy+of+FOOTBALL2011+050.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/-FjLS70H5a_M/Tp2Jci2WvdI/AAAAAAAAA0s/zVngDZRmQ5I/s1600/Copy+of+FOOTBALL2011+051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FjLS70H5a_M/Tp2Jci2WvdI/AAAAAAAAA0s/zVngDZRmQ5I/s320/Copy+of+FOOTBALL2011+051.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WE ARE SO PROUD OF OUR TROJANS , AND WE ARE LOOKING FORWARD TO NEXT YEARS FOOTBALL SEASON. BOTH BOYS DID SO WELL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-1169605935188126277?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/1169605935188126277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=1169605935188126277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/1169605935188126277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/1169605935188126277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2011/10/trojan-football.html' title='TROJAN Football!'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x1wqE3htFlE/Tp2JRtPENpI/AAAAAAAAA0E/K9HetFQbQkY/s72-c/Copy+of+FOOTBALL2011+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-7179273629013502208</id><published>2011-09-20T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T14:48:04.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on the PUPPIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qXArzNfJadw/TnkH8Bq9UkI/AAAAAAAAAys/SczmLDfPPAI/s320/2011Sept.+035.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cco5DiVFaHQ/TnkH-xfJGfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/SR9R81-3Bqw/s1600/2011Sept.+033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cco5DiVFaHQ/TnkH-xfJGfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/SR9R81-3Bqw/s320/2011Sept.+033.jpg" width="212" /&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/-_rNqG1vC5Mg/TnkIGYV2F5I/AAAAAAAAAy0/RXEW4MNXLE8/s1600/2011Sept.+047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_rNqG1vC5Mg/TnkIGYV2F5I/AAAAAAAAAy0/RXEW4MNXLE8/s320/2011Sept.+047.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/-XG2pLWIXO0g/TnkIJHJjNMI/AAAAAAAAAy4/G7tvWpx--1c/s1600/2011Sept.+045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XG2pLWIXO0g/TnkIJHJjNMI/AAAAAAAAAy4/G7tvWpx--1c/s320/2011Sept.+045.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our baby boy is still growing and faster then ever. It's amazing how much change and growth a puppy goes through during a mir 2 weeks of life. Our little tubby boy&amp;nbsp; has his eyes open finally , he makes a lot of noises specially when he is upset and wants to eat, he tries to walk which is funny sometimes, he more army crawls but he is attempting to drag those back legs up underneath him so he can walk but his belly is too big. So far he has been doing very well.&lt;br /&gt;Our Baby girl died sadly after the first week. She got sick quickly and there wasn't any thing we could do for her. It's a sad deal but I guess it is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;Now you ask will we ever do this again?&lt;br /&gt;HELL NO! I love our tubby and he is cute n all but he is ALOT of work and I'm not willing to do it again. But I guess it's a good experience to go through so we all could see this little boy grow and how quickly they do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-7179273629013502208?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/7179273629013502208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=7179273629013502208' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/7179273629013502208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/7179273629013502208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2011/09/update-on-puppies.html' title='Update on the PUPPIES'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qXArzNfJadw/TnkH8Bq9UkI/AAAAAAAAAys/SczmLDfPPAI/s72-c/2011Sept.+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-3532817324056827290</id><published>2011-09-20T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T14:38:03.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 already</title><content type='html'>WOW can you believe it .... Bradley is 12 now.&lt;br /&gt;On September 18th Bradley turned 12 , we had a weekend long party for the new "tween" as they call them. He hates the term though.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday he had a whole bunch of his football team come over and hang out. It was crazy but not that bad for me, they had loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday we had a family party. Low key with cake and ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe my little boy is 12 though. Here are a couple pictures from the family birthday party. I wasn't allowed to take pic's with all his friends, not that I could of caught any of them to do so any ways.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fAM_E5LXgrQ/TnkHd-2GW7I/AAAAAAAAAyo/ULcd_RJ4rXE/s1600/2011Sept.+032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fAM_E5LXgrQ/TnkHd-2GW7I/AAAAAAAAAyo/ULcd_RJ4rXE/s320/2011Sept.+032.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TKDz-rV6pwA/TnkHb5wiE5I/AAAAAAAAAyk/DrTmGNaYDhM/s320/2011Sept.+030.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ftLFl1MvTr8/TnkHYY9GlFI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Wp2N53HO_4I/s1600/2011Sept.+026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ftLFl1MvTr8/TnkHYY9GlFI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Wp2N53HO_4I/s320/2011Sept.+026.jpg" width="212" /&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/5725568203407691233-3532817324056827290?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/3532817324056827290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=3532817324056827290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/3532817324056827290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/3532817324056827290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2011/09/12-already.html' title='12 already'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fAM_E5LXgrQ/TnkHd-2GW7I/AAAAAAAAAyo/ULcd_RJ4rXE/s72-c/2011Sept.+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-790369330017907748</id><published>2011-09-08T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T09:53:22.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny had BABIES (puppies)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m9ck34Yc4eo/Tmjtb0UHbII/AAAAAAAAAyY/za5Y9GO6_6E/s320/tiny%2527sgirl.jpg" width="240" /&gt;This is the baby girl on the left and this is mom and baby boy. &lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3cCx02n8kM/TmjtcbvPYlI/AAAAAAAAAyc/l6WRRGuGYjE/s320/tiny%2527s+puppies.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our English Bulldog had puppies on 9/2/2011. One tubby little boy and one tiny little girl.The little girl has cleft lip and palate with a 40% chance of normal livable life. We have to tube feed her and take care of her ourselves. SO when I say we I really mean now my sister in Law Jayde. She adopted the little girl from us because while I tried I was not able to feed this baby girl like she needed to be. Daniel had a couple days off and was able to feed her those days but I knew full well when he went back to work I would be responsible and knew I couldn't do it.Baby girl is doing well so far but she has a long road ahead of her. Now tubby tub the boy he is doing well Tiny likes to take care of him for the most part but I am still up with him and her every 2 hours morning noon and night. I have to say the 2-5 feedings are the worst because I would really enjoy some sleep right about now. &amp;nbsp; We wanted to try the breeding thing and see how tough it was really. We'd heard alot about breeding bulldogs and lots of people said it was alot of work and not like normal breeds where the mother dog can take care of the babies with little to no assistance. Um well lets just say they were right ten fold. GEESSS. Taking care of bulldogs in general when they are older isn't bad but when they have puppies it's tough. It's worse then taking care of a baby for me. Tiny is a good mother and she really tries to do well but she is so big and fat it's hard for her to control her body so she tends to sit on the babies while she is getting ready to feed them, there are also times where she will get tired of taking care of them ei. feeding bathing you know the motherly duties and she'll just roll them off the blanket or pillow they are on or she'll just walk off like ok&amp;nbsp; thats enough. We try to keep little man warm with heating pads and what not but when we lay him on the floor with mom, even if she is frying hot, she will steal their heat. I swear if it wasn't for the cuteness of the puppies I'm pretty sure I'd give up. But I will say hats off to the people who have made this a big thing for them, because taking care of them is not easy. We are now on day SIX and I've been told it's still tough til 4 weeks old but it is "suppose" to get easier when they open their eyes and can move alittle better.&lt;br /&gt;We will keep every one posted on how well they mom and both babies are doing. And hopefully by 8 weeks we will have a little dude to give up for adoption and let him head to a new home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-790369330017907748?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/790369330017907748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=790369330017907748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/790369330017907748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/790369330017907748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2011/09/tiny-had-babies-puppies.html' title='Tiny had BABIES (puppies)'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m9ck34Yc4eo/Tmjtb0UHbII/AAAAAAAAAyY/za5Y9GO6_6E/s72-c/tiny%2527sgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-4093271119850176048</id><published>2011-09-01T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T14:00:29.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every thing that's happened since the 4th of JULY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ejXcJcdKbxM/TlUO9udoM9I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/lN9LdCB_tck/s320/Phone+Pics+313.jpg" width="240" /&gt;This is how our summer has finished it's self off in the Hahn House.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bradley got braces finally to help move some teeth so some new ones&amp;nbsp; can grow in.&amp;nbsp; He did really well when he got them, and for the most part they have not bothered him at all. He's alright with them because most of his other friends will be getting them soon as well.&amp;nbsp;&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;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S17pKxtTu10/TlUPwfehcsI/AAAAAAAAAxU/8-3yza18Z08/s320/IMG952725.JPG" width="240" /&gt;This summer the boys have been doing alot of work. But happily doing it because they are being paid. We got a hay field this year to take care of the boys get to move water. Since we flood arrogate the field the boys get to go out on their own in the bobcat. They've been doing this numerous times that it became a habit of not worrying too much when they head out seeing as it's just down the road from us. Well last weekend they went in the bobcat with the neighbor kids to check the water because the neighbors are also in on the field with us. Well Bradley took his dirt bike and Dustin took the bobcat with the neighbor kids. Brooklyn was driving and Dustin was in the passenger seat , while yes Bridger was in the back of the bobcat in the bed. Apparently Brookie was driving on her side of the road and the trees are very over grown on the road. Well a branch hit the window of the bobcat and shattered it, when it did so she froze up and Dustin trying to save them from going in the ditch on his side jerkedd the steering wheel alittle to hard and took them into the other ditch on the other side. When they hit the borrow pit they flipped on their side. Thank god every one was alright. Poor Bridger in the back was trapped under the bobcat bed for a minute but the other two were smart enough and thought without panicking to pull it off of him. It only got his shin but he was alittle sore with out any thing broken. I'm pretty sure some one was watching after them that day and thank god too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RIPiEo-8LtE/TlUPx4C5f1I/AAAAAAAAAxY/bhE07Zdp3Bg/s1600/IMG955972.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RIPiEo-8LtE/TlUPx4C5f1I/AAAAAAAAAxY/bhE07Zdp3Bg/s320/IMG955972.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SjbsHwCQVYI/Tl_qe-OGLFI/AAAAAAAAAxk/cKIAbHUal_c/s320/phone+pics2011+053.jpg" width="240" /&gt;Also this year a new little addition was added to the family. Daniel's dad Mike and his girlfriend had a beautiful Baby GIRL named Jintry. We are so happy to have her in our family. Specially me because now I can get my baby fix without those late night feedings and constant diaper monitoring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RmQd29HrTuY/Tl_qf3WGwMI/AAAAAAAAAxo/uPGLnwN0OXQ/s320/phone+pics2011+054.jpg" width="240" /&gt;Bradley wasn't quite sure what to do when he held her in the hospital so if he looks alittle scared in this picture he probably is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BNwznQ7FN_Y/Tl_qgomEkuI/AAAAAAAAAxs/p38ExHkZir0/s320/phone+pics2011+056.jpg" width="240" /&gt;Daniel was more the comfortable with holding her. I personally think he looks handsome with a baby in his arms. I love the smile he gives every time he sees her. I asked him the other day when we seen her again if he missed having a baby around and he admitted that at times he does, but not the late nights. I agree honey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7GUDZiCunWg/Tl_qsLMMtfI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/M0z70ti3nIk/s320/phone+pics2011+052.jpg" width="240" /&gt;Dustin was alittle more comfortable with the baby then Bradley but still was alittle scared he might hurt her. He held her for the duration of the picture that I and his grandpa took then asked if I would take her. He too now says that he wouldn't mind having a cute little baby around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ijZMJHWOOYA/Tl_qQ9qutmI/AAAAAAAAAxc/XIyNYCrZiHE/s320/phone+pics2011+051.jpg" width="240" /&gt;Dustin started Grid Kid FOOTBALL this year. He was totally stoked on the first day they got to practice in football. He has done so well too. He plays offensive tackle for the most part when his coach is being nice. I'm not too impressed with his coach and I'm hoping with the bad coaching it doesn't jade him and make him never wanna play again. ( Which I'm pretty sure it won't ). Both boys have been practicing for a month now. They both have played 2 games now. Dustin's team being all new players hasn't won any games yet but they sure are improving on their skills. Bradley's team lost their first one against a pretty hard team but Bradley scored the touchdown in that game , and his team played last night and one Bradley of course made all 3 touchdowns for the night. We are so proud of these boys they are doing so well and giving it 100% of all they got. (sadly enough I haven't taken a picture of Bradley in his football uniform because 1 I don't have my good camera every time we head out and 2 he hates his picture taken.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zXS1Gv9OfqU/Tl_qhp9gv6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/9MeE7A21qaI/s320/phone+pics2011+057.jpg" width="240" /&gt;For our summer get away we decided to take the kids to SLC and do some back to school clothes shopping. We haven't had much time around here and it was close enough and fairly cheap that we figured it to be a good idea. Plus we got our check from Hay! We stayed in Park City for a night and got this beautiful HUGE hotel room. We were difinitly on the off season because this room only cost us, $175. See for your self how great it was......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g5ms625vRN4/Tl_qiepZEZI/AAAAAAAAAx0/S7E5dApatTw/s320/phone+pics2011+059.jpg" width="240" /&gt;The bathroom. Please don't mind the mess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-keQCrgLW0-E/Tl_qjJcFZ6I/AAAAAAAAAx4/944ZIuvTp-4/s320/phone+pics2011+060.jpg" width="240" /&gt;The living room/dinning area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mnD84IU535k/Tl_qkAThbsI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Scv81zbPP4E/s320/phone+pics2011+063.jpg" width="240" /&gt;The balcony with YES a hot tub. It was awesome to have a break for a weekend and enjoy family. Our friends also went with us and shared a joining room which was great because their kids and our kids are good friends. I'm pretty sure every one had a great time. We have now decided that this will become our yearly back to school retiual.&amp;nbsp;&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;And that there is our summer.&amp;nbsp;&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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And this well this is back to school. It's hard to believe it but I'm pretty sure we worked our summer away. The boys started back to school on the 31st of August and they couldn't wait to get back.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9vu0cp_A_EY/Tl_qd3CWaII/AAAAAAAAAxg/g9yThTpziEs/s320/phone+pics2011+070.jpg" width="240" /&gt;This is Dustin in the care ready to head out to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-meXsqhM7zFc/Tl_qk7qEvDI/AAAAAAAAAyA/MPtGUUnmDVc/s320/phone+pics2011+066.jpg" width="240" /&gt;This is him at the house excited as all can be. He is now in 4th grade. I swear one of these days I will make them stop growing . Ha ha ha !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qth2_wPzKVE/Tl_ql_5epWI/AAAAAAAAAyE/rA2tTYVgzq8/s320/phone+pics2011+067.jpg" width="240" /&gt;This is Bradley ready to go to MIDDLE SCHOOL yes you heard me right middle school he is now in SIXTH grade. It makes me feel so old to say that. He too was excited to get back to school so he could see all his friends and all the "new GIRLS"! Oh no we might be in trouble here soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TFoSVCaP4YM/Tl_qnPqPESI/AAAAAAAAAyI/w8EFfgyuF4I/s320/phone+pics2011+068.jpg" width="240" /&gt;Call me a little Bias because I am their mother but if you ask me I think they are some handsome young men. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AGe_kqldO8Q/Tl_qnzsQVOI/AAAAAAAAAyM/2xrZkqamrUQ/s320/phone+pics2011+069.jpg" width="240" /&gt;This is Bradley in the car ready to catch his connecting bus to the middle school he is too grown now to have me take him to his first day of school. I swear when did they grow up on me any ways. I could of sworn they were babies in my arms just yesterday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jg5rfiR1VYk/Tl_wuxGgw1I/AAAAAAAAAyU/5_P7jhgqLAQ/s1600/phone+pics2011+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jg5rfiR1VYk/Tl_wuxGgw1I/AAAAAAAAAyU/5_P7jhgqLAQ/s320/phone+pics2011+021.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now I'm sitting at home all alone plus the dog. We are waiting for her to have her puppies here in the next couple days so pretty soon I will be back to being busy with limited breaks in between. Wish us luck on the puppies. This picture is of her dressed in the boys' clothes they thought she needed them. Silly kids. &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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-4093271119850176048?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/4093271119850176048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=4093271119850176048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/4093271119850176048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/4093271119850176048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2011/09/every-thing-thats-happened-since-4th-of.html' title='Every thing that&apos;s happened since the 4th of JULY.'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ejXcJcdKbxM/TlUO9udoM9I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/lN9LdCB_tck/s72-c/Phone+Pics+313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-649229191971760302</id><published>2011-07-15T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T08:26:46.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of JULY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yIPvctQQWCM/TiBY0GG5EiI/AAAAAAAAAxA/toVjgH28TXs/s320/Phone+Pics+311.jpg" width="240" /&gt;Bradley and Taveon lighting off fire works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NHe1wNfo-mg/TiBY1Y7QgyI/AAAAAAAAAxE/c0vsYmQy7l4/s320/Phone+Pics+312.jpg" width="240" /&gt;DJ and Bradley &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--u4A8y4G-D4/TiBYzAGzXFI/AAAAAAAAAw8/AubX5JrGqg8/s320/Phone+Pics+310.jpg" width="240" /&gt;Bradley with a strobe light in the back ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cVBxnMUDmmU/TiBYxhvET9I/AAAAAAAAAw4/wDjv2DGy_nQ/s320/Phone+Pics+309.jpg" width="240" /&gt;Dustin and Laura getting fireworks situated so they can light them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8EtXM2z25sg/TiBYwczJNRI/AAAAAAAAAw0/GS9PX9-AEks/s320/Phone+Pics+308.jpg" width="240" /&gt;Dustin posing for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-83UqUFCyALA/TiBYvGyopaI/AAAAAAAAAww/bIZWDxkBPNk/s320/Phone+Pics+307.jpg" width="240" /&gt;All the kids watching some one light some fountains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOpO7IO8394/TiBYt9ILpKI/AAAAAAAAAws/khjPYNiph64/s320/Phone+Pics+306.jpg" width="240" /&gt;Bradley posing for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jUpTa666g_8/TiBYqz3kvOI/AAAAAAAAAwg/EZQexN-90xU/s320/Phone+Pics+303.jpg" width="240" /&gt;Daniel and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_SNo2QwT60/TiBYp99aR7I/AAAAAAAAAwc/-SzSRRA8pEc/s320/Phone+Pics+302.jpg" width="240" /&gt;Dustin Bradley Rilee Bradley and DJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VIxUNveTacg/TiBYotOnjQI/AAAAAAAAAwY/JvOcxHn_KSE/s320/Phone+Pics+301.jpg" width="240" /&gt;DJ Bradley and Dustin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OcVxNLzOX8k/TiBYnh8GGwI/AAAAAAAAAwU/RQnIo79WgMU/s320/Phone+Pics+300.jpg" width="240" /&gt;All the kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBEhg3vNIzU/TiBYmYI_L1I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/UN2ufEit09g/s320/Phone+Pics+299.jpg" width="240" /&gt;Daniel looking over one of the old Mine houses in Gilmore.&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/-WGsqzGqqwhs/TiBYlCpp-xI/AAAAAAAAAwM/GhlbmF3ir_k/s1600/Phone+Pics+298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WGsqzGqqwhs/TiBYlCpp-xI/AAAAAAAAAwM/GhlbmF3ir_k/s320/Phone+Pics+298.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MtoYzq7Axc8/TiBYkD_cTPI/AAAAAAAAAwI/BJ4FiXBXyec/s320/Phone+Pics+297.jpg" width="240" /&gt;Then he decided to freak me out and take a hard road. If you look the tire isn't even on the ground. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d9FieorOGV4/TiBYip_r62I/AAAAAAAAAwE/pqincxmkcVM/s320/Phone+Pics+296.jpg" width="320" /&gt;And again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NGy-1UUlb7k/TiBYdCkgrdI/AAAAAAAAAv4/23ZUmP78gqU/s320/Phone+Pics+293.jpg" width="240" /&gt;Meadow lake up through Gilmore. They had a lot of snow still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H3vr9C8FpFI/TiBYcMuy_JI/AAAAAAAAAv0/awsKi17-2-w/s1600/Phone+Pics+292.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H3vr9C8FpFI/TiBYcMuy_JI/AAAAAAAAAv0/awsKi17-2-w/s320/Phone+Pics+292.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkFNWG_3K7Q/TiBYsoH_haI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ETylNMInx8A/s320/Phone+Pics+305.jpg" width="240" /&gt;This was Bradley being silly I had to post it because it looked goofy.&amp;nbsp;&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;i style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I know this is a bit on the late side, but hey better late then never. Seems like we been way too busy around this house so for now I'm gonna post some pictures of our 4th of July fun. Hope you enjoy. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-649229191971760302?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/649229191971760302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=649229191971760302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/649229191971760302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/649229191971760302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of JULY'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yIPvctQQWCM/TiBY0GG5EiI/AAAAAAAAAxA/toVjgH28TXs/s72-c/Phone+Pics+311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-2894565916848302767</id><published>2011-06-10T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T08:38:18.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GkoNIikMwpY/TfIx_jcUvcI/AAAAAAAAAtk/6MZ_aJaBcaY/s1600/sweden+2011+281.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GkoNIikMwpY/TfIx_jcUvcI/AAAAAAAAAtk/6MZ_aJaBcaY/s320/sweden+2011+281.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Out of the country for the first time in my life Thanks to Arnold Machinery and Volvo for the chance to visit a beautiful place. Daniel and I were lucky enough to be able to visit Sweden. Daniel had the opportunity to take a couple customers to the factories in Sweden and show them how they make their machines they bought.I was lucky enough to be able to tag along on this journey.&amp;nbsp;&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/-C0JsN7DXeGw/TfIyBeTOAyI/AAAAAAAAAto/3eVM4DvQlzQ/s1600/Copy+of+sweden+2011+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C0JsN7DXeGw/TfIyBeTOAyI/AAAAAAAAAto/3eVM4DvQlzQ/s320/Copy+of+sweden+2011+001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the first day we were there in Copenhagen Denmark. We took a canal tour of the city. It was beautiful to see all the old buildings and here of the history ( well of what we could understand from the tour guide).&amp;nbsp;&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/-YC8wXH1EGwU/TfIyDTe5wPI/AAAAAAAAAts/zh9O53YT6Xo/s1600/Copy+of+sweden+2011+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YC8wXH1EGwU/TfIyDTe5wPI/AAAAAAAAAts/zh9O53YT6Xo/s320/Copy+of+sweden+2011+002.jpg" width="212" /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAT1gSpkNcs/TfIyFkiLCnI/AAAAAAAAAtw/k2lt1sK0dN4/s1600/Copy+of+sweden+2011+033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAT1gSpkNcs/TfIyFkiLCnI/AAAAAAAAAtw/k2lt1sK0dN4/s320/Copy+of+sweden+2011+033.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was freezing on the water that day and a jacket was not warm enough. Daniel wanted to document this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jFVpUbWWR90/TfIyHRUe5jI/AAAAAAAAAt0/MMHaImkhKoo/s1600/Copy+of+sweden+2011+042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jFVpUbWWR90/TfIyHRUe5jI/AAAAAAAAAt0/MMHaImkhKoo/s320/Copy+of+sweden+2011+042.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think the oldest building we seen was in the 1700's most of them were old soldier headquarters or something that pertained to the war but now they are simply apartments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wc356xN8qss/TfIyIleNhRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/p1FVdu0kPK0/s1600/sweden+2011+061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wc356xN8qss/TfIyIleNhRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/p1FVdu0kPK0/s320/sweden+2011+061.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I fell in love with all the churches they were all so beautiful&amp;nbsp;&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/-kgEoIiB9aYU/TfIyNIdWXwI/AAAAAAAAAt8/5Uw4jJ1xaTI/s1600/sweden+2011+089.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kgEoIiB9aYU/TfIyNIdWXwI/AAAAAAAAAt8/5Uw4jJ1xaTI/s320/sweden+2011+089.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was on the side walk in Denmark this is the tallest man in the world I had to stand beside him and see how I compared. Not that I'm tall by any means.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tnqbfqmlzHI/TfIyPZN7B4I/AAAAAAAAAuA/EqCCeUTN13s/s1600/sweden+2011+090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tnqbfqmlzHI/TfIyPZN7B4I/AAAAAAAAAuA/EqCCeUTN13s/s320/sweden+2011+090.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was at one of the hotels we were in &amp;nbsp;in Kosta Boda Sweden they had blown glass art every where. If I could of gotten it home safely I would of bought a piece. It was all so beautiful .&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/-qLBlgSm2keg/TfIyRdSaB8I/AAAAAAAAAuE/aF6FWh39MXo/s1600/sweden+2011+091.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qLBlgSm2keg/TfIyRdSaB8I/AAAAAAAAAuE/aF6FWh39MXo/s320/sweden+2011+091.jpg" width="212" /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eBPvE-ER52g/TfIyTTw1gfI/AAAAAAAAAuI/1_AQw86jkLM/s1600/sweden+2011+126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eBPvE-ER52g/TfIyTTw1gfI/AAAAAAAAAuI/1_AQw86jkLM/s320/sweden+2011+126.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the first Volvo loader. In the Volvo museum.&amp;nbsp;&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/-dJSpd5n18kA/TfIyVa4IlII/AAAAAAAAAuM/lKDP3FRwgVU/s1600/sweden+2011+127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dJSpd5n18kA/TfIyVa4IlII/AAAAAAAAAuM/lKDP3FRwgVU/s320/sweden+2011+127.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the first Volvo haul truck.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gQRdxsZBO38/TfIyXOmqoeI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/vasVsMMlL7Q/s1600/sweden+2011+134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gQRdxsZBO38/TfIyXOmqoeI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/vasVsMMlL7Q/s320/sweden+2011+134.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not so sure why they had this car seat there but I thought it might make a funny picture for one of us to sit in it. Of course I had to be the one to sit in it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4x5uspQ_U2E/TfIyZm1q6YI/AAAAAAAAAuU/7frip6xgvsc/s1600/sweden+2011+144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4x5uspQ_U2E/TfIyZm1q6YI/AAAAAAAAAuU/7frip6xgvsc/s320/sweden+2011+144.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of the people we went with &amp;nbsp;on this trip&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/-yC1DS89XWaQ/TfIybsZ4ZxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/jZAGPOjNnuw/s1600/sweden+2011+147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yC1DS89XWaQ/TfIybsZ4ZxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/jZAGPOjNnuw/s320/sweden+2011+147.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Handsome husband walking the streets checking things out. I finally got a hold of the camera. he he&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQOUcdek9xw/TfIydg9sWhI/AAAAAAAAAuc/RJ6cUnmghDw/s1600/sweden+2011+152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQOUcdek9xw/TfIydg9sWhI/AAAAAAAAAuc/RJ6cUnmghDw/s320/sweden+2011+152.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another beautiful stroll through the roads of Sweden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L97SrBl8dvU/TfIyfrwb86I/AAAAAAAAAug/zPkSfynqLZo/s1600/sweden+2011+156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L97SrBl8dvU/TfIyfrwb86I/AAAAAAAAAug/zPkSfynqLZo/s320/sweden+2011+156.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another church I thought was beautiful .&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/-j2LdrY1JITQ/TfIyhQZaXpI/AAAAAAAAAuk/l4B74NM7twk/s1600/sweden+2011+158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j2LdrY1JITQ/TfIyhQZaXpI/AAAAAAAAAuk/l4B74NM7twk/s320/sweden+2011+158.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another Volvo Museum. I believe this was a 1920's tractor. Daniel insisted I model it. he he&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qZv6oEVeA7U/TfIyjW1x-kI/AAAAAAAAAuo/wto4-3p3ev0/s1600/sweden+2011+165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qZv6oEVeA7U/TfIyjW1x-kI/AAAAAAAAAuo/wto4-3p3ev0/s320/sweden+2011+165.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first Volvo Grader. that wasn't pulled by horses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZWHG2D35Tg/TfIylWVssaI/AAAAAAAAAus/feTtHMwfSFg/s1600/sweden+2011+167.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZWHG2D35Tg/TfIylWVssaI/AAAAAAAAAus/feTtHMwfSFg/s320/sweden+2011+167.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rbLazeIOgHw/TfIynhb8XEI/AAAAAAAAAuw/oUYfUS3Zkpk/s1600/sweden+2011+181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rbLazeIOgHw/TfIynhb8XEI/AAAAAAAAAuw/oUYfUS3Zkpk/s320/sweden+2011+181.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Volvo days in Eskiltuna Sweden. They put on a skit for every one with all the pieces of equipment Volvo makes. It was pretty neat to watch them work the machines so well to music.&amp;nbsp;&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/-bqe4Oketfhs/TfIyp7WLbQI/AAAAAAAAAu0/dsUxHj4XKCU/s1600/sweden+2011+193.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqe4Oketfhs/TfIyp7WLbQI/AAAAAAAAAu0/dsUxHj4XKCU/s320/sweden+2011+193.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm pretty sure my nephews would of loved this show. Because they love "tractors" so much. Although the grown men were loving it just as much.&amp;nbsp;&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/-5E72ReKrCgE/TfIyrmTnvKI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ErPCVc_NOiA/s1600/sweden+2011+205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5E72ReKrCgE/TfIyrmTnvKI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ErPCVc_NOiA/s320/sweden+2011+205.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got to take a cruise From Eskiltuna to Stockholm which was 4 hours long. It was neat to check out the shore. This was also on a huge lake.&amp;nbsp;&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/-0oNwwZId9Ow/TfIyt4E4jtI/AAAAAAAAAu8/AiFJ5D89Q_Q/s1600/sweden+2011+227.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0oNwwZId9Ow/TfIyt4E4jtI/AAAAAAAAAu8/AiFJ5D89Q_Q/s320/sweden+2011+227.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view coming into the harbor in Stockholm.&amp;nbsp;&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/-VNJxfvKLteE/TfIyvvCM_iI/AAAAAAAAAvA/c1eSRg3Jhv4/s1600/sweden+2011+228.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VNJxfvKLteE/TfIyvvCM_iI/AAAAAAAAAvA/c1eSRg3Jhv4/s320/sweden+2011+228.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Out of the hundreds of people there for volvo days we caught up with a family of 4 from the USA there. They were nice people and probably the only ones nice enough to talk with us while we were there. Other then the people we were there to see. Swedes aren't to nice when it comes to Americans.&amp;nbsp;&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/-GS7lrh2ipgg/TfIyxkeqe8I/AAAAAAAAAvE/q1ZPHBOc2Xk/s1600/sweden+2011+239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GS7lrh2ipgg/TfIyxkeqe8I/AAAAAAAAAvE/q1ZPHBOc2Xk/s320/sweden+2011+239.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our last day in Sweden we were able to go out on our own and site see.&amp;nbsp;&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/-Yz14iygV7Yc/TfIyzRijN_I/AAAAAAAAAvI/XIYZ6UYPNgA/s1600/sweden+2011+241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yz14iygV7Yc/TfIyzRijN_I/AAAAAAAAAvI/XIYZ6UYPNgA/s320/sweden+2011+241.jpg" width="212" /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/--wVlMl0Cjfo/TfIy1eV9ofI/AAAAAAAAAvM/66k-WyUACbc/s1600/sweden+2011+252.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--wVlMl0Cjfo/TfIy1eV9ofI/AAAAAAAAAvM/66k-WyUACbc/s320/sweden+2011+252.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We toured one of the Palaces there and it was so beautiful.&amp;nbsp;&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/-zn9LaVW4PGk/TfIy3f4ZAXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Pt8NN9Vx60A/s1600/sweden+2011+253.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zn9LaVW4PGk/TfIy3f4ZAXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Pt8NN9Vx60A/s320/sweden+2011+253.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I personally loved all the art in the Palace.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ykmYiWuFaFE/TfIy5a0jueI/AAAAAAAAAvU/114Zzv1Eb-o/s1600/sweden+2011+254.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ykmYiWuFaFE/TfIy5a0jueI/AAAAAAAAAvU/114Zzv1Eb-o/s320/sweden+2011+254.jpg" width="212" /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-90GHnTbuWWU/TfIy7QJLipI/AAAAAAAAAvY/LjgfTw9w8F0/s1600/sweden+2011+269.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-90GHnTbuWWU/TfIy7QJLipI/AAAAAAAAAvY/LjgfTw9w8F0/s320/sweden+2011+269.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WE also went through the chapel of the Palace. I was in love of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nw3RwEctg3I/TfIy9Elo--I/AAAAAAAAAvc/T-NNuE_Yc3Y/s1600/sweden+2011+270.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nw3RwEctg3I/TfIy9Elo--I/AAAAAAAAAvc/T-NNuE_Yc3Y/s320/sweden+2011+270.jpg" width="212" /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ktjaTQn0DZ4/TfIy_U-fNqI/AAAAAAAAAvg/MmXV9Sd8INA/s1600/sweden+2011+272.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ktjaTQn0DZ4/TfIy_U-fNqI/AAAAAAAAAvg/MmXV9Sd8INA/s320/sweden+2011+272.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the organ.&amp;nbsp;&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/-zFW3lxnq16E/TfIzBLrOLlI/AAAAAAAAAvk/fPQvcOa1LxA/s1600/sweden+2011+273.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zFW3lxnq16E/TfIzBLrOLlI/AAAAAAAAAvk/fPQvcOa1LxA/s320/sweden+2011+273.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In all the trip was neat and a great experience but I was so glad to be home in my bed , with my kids, and eating my food. Because their food is so different over there. Not that it was bad food it was just the same thing over and over again, and with no spice. The first thing we did when we got in the truck to head home from SLC was head to a place where we could get a nice and spicy burrito.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-2894565916848302767?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/2894565916848302767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=2894565916848302767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/2894565916848302767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/2894565916848302767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2011/06/out-of-country.html' title='Out of the Country'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GkoNIikMwpY/TfIx_jcUvcI/AAAAAAAAAtk/6MZ_aJaBcaY/s72-c/sweden+2011+281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-2508136339139605705</id><published>2011-05-25T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T08:09:33.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for Some Photo's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm Behind on updating this blog I know. But life has been so crazy around here. Between holidays , birthdays, and the end of school we also are dealing with starting a new business. Daniel keeps telling me I've only got some of the business but I tell ya it feels like enough. I'm pulling my hair out with all the stress, But I'm sure it will all be worth it in the end. So for now I'm going to post a few pictures of the small events that have been happening thus far.&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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6_CB0w3J4M/Td0WipT106I/AAAAAAAAAsc/-UR7bZtMBNc/s1600/101_0185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6_CB0w3J4M/Td0WipT106I/AAAAAAAAAsc/-UR7bZtMBNc/s320/101_0185.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dustin racing for field day at the end of the school year. He didn't win the whole class but he did well. We are proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfJtgbswUag/Td0WmM56ybI/AAAAAAAAAsg/QHgM3uzOVtM/s1600/101_0188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfJtgbswUag/Td0WmM56ybI/AAAAAAAAAsg/QHgM3uzOVtM/s320/101_0188.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bradley racing for field day at the end of the school year. He did win his class and the whole entire school as well. (again). We are proud of him as well.&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 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;For Bradleys field trip this year as usual I was able to "tag along" and we went on a hike to Cress Creek and then we went to Bear World. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wlqJFe8xdXo/Td0X4dmHAcI/AAAAAAAAAsk/oCX3yxYJXQY/s1600/101_0195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wlqJFe8xdXo/Td0X4dmHAcI/AAAAAAAAAsk/oCX3yxYJXQY/s320/101_0195.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Bradley and his friends on the hike.&amp;nbsp;&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/-y20qj8_FjV4/Td0X9L2cEgI/AAAAAAAAAso/HQHU9Rtt_us/s1600/101_0274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y20qj8_FjV4/Td0X9L2cEgI/AAAAAAAAAso/HQHU9Rtt_us/s320/101_0274.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Favorite part of Bear World was the baby bears. These two were fighting over a hole that one of them dug. They were so stinkin cute.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aIHs4sAfHEs/Td0YCH1SM6I/AAAAAAAAAss/Dp5_iyI7gcg/s1600/101B0221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aIHs4sAfHEs/Td0YCH1SM6I/AAAAAAAAAss/Dp5_iyI7gcg/s320/101B0221.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought this Elk was pretty.&amp;nbsp;&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/-IxQIMmKTDSg/Td0YKhTLt5I/AAAAAAAAAsw/p6wjn1EgDms/s1600/101_0253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IxQIMmKTDSg/Td0YKhTLt5I/AAAAAAAAAsw/p6wjn1EgDms/s320/101_0253.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a cute yearling Bear swimming trying to cool himself. It wasn't too hot for us but I'm sure with all that fur the bears were cooking.&amp;nbsp;&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 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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We also for the first time got to go to Couer d'Alene for Jayde's &amp;nbsp;(my sister in law) graduation. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5L_tx04nHYY/Td0ZMOB_khI/AAAAAAAAAs0/NH_Pdtnend8/s1600/DSC_0772.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5L_tx04nHYY/Td0ZMOB_khI/AAAAAAAAAs0/NH_Pdtnend8/s320/DSC_0772.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Couer d'Alene Lake.&amp;nbsp;&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/-IYhjpEtn8Zg/Td0ZTun917I/AAAAAAAAAs4/XGwfUTWsHPg/s1600/DSC_0776.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYhjpEtn8Zg/Td0ZTun917I/AAAAAAAAAs4/XGwfUTWsHPg/s320/DSC_0776.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My handsome boys who are growing like weeds.&amp;nbsp;&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/-7C5e-foWFMg/Td0ZafPFApI/AAAAAAAAAs8/VDqRscL3MZA/s1600/DSC_0778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7C5e-foWFMg/Td0ZafPFApI/AAAAAAAAAs8/VDqRscL3MZA/s320/DSC_0778.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Always so handsome I love these 3.&amp;nbsp;&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/-fBQz8nvmu6Q/Td0Ze6UZTII/AAAAAAAAAtA/axQ6o7F2NsM/s1600/DSC_0783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fBQz8nvmu6Q/Td0Ze6UZTII/AAAAAAAAAtA/axQ6o7F2NsM/s320/DSC_0783.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They posed for me despite the complaining that, "mom takes too many pictures."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter was fun as well. With all the little rug rats coloring eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lE9EIcX2vwY/Td0adyk8Y5I/AAAAAAAAAtI/_pRnrQHhIj4/s1600/DSC_0700.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lE9EIcX2vwY/Td0adyk8Y5I/AAAAAAAAAtI/_pRnrQHhIj4/s320/DSC_0700.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Shyann otherwise known as ShyCakes. She was having fun despite the no smile in the picture.&amp;nbsp;&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/-ASdWwEO-z34/Td0ajTjwVjI/AAAAAAAAAtM/OQTsRnQbAdA/s1600/DSC_0705.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ASdWwEO-z34/Td0ajTjwVjI/AAAAAAAAAtM/OQTsRnQbAdA/s320/DSC_0705.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Logyn aka Logy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvl6Kcuqa10/Td0al_eCTJI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/TPrkzlEiJR4/s1600/DSC_0693.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvl6Kcuqa10/Td0al_eCTJI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/TPrkzlEiJR4/s320/DSC_0693.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bradley and my sister Miranda in the background.&amp;nbsp;&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/-NHj0uhbCbLo/Td0aowJgJHI/AAAAAAAAAtU/6gtctP18YIs/s1600/DSC_0731.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NHj0uhbCbLo/Td0aowJgJHI/AAAAAAAAAtU/6gtctP18YIs/s320/DSC_0731.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dustin and my mom in the background.&amp;nbsp;&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/-p2QjvWbqwxo/Td0auz3pd3I/AAAAAAAAAtY/M-Cp63e6ftU/s1600/DSC_0732.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p2QjvWbqwxo/Td0auz3pd3I/AAAAAAAAAtY/M-Cp63e6ftU/s320/DSC_0732.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taidyn aka Mater Man.&amp;nbsp;&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 class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/5725568203407691233-2508136339139605705?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/2508136339139605705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=2508136339139605705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/2508136339139605705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/2508136339139605705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2011/05/time-for-some-photos.html' title='Time for Some Photo&apos;s'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6_CB0w3J4M/Td0WipT106I/AAAAAAAAAsc/-UR7bZtMBNc/s72-c/101_0185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-6028683074860971632</id><published>2011-04-20T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T11:48:08.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch UP kinda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;SO it's been sooooo long since I've last blogged and posted pictures at the same time. Time has flown by the last few months and lots&amp;nbsp;has happened. So instead of posting a huge catch up with tons of pictures I'm just going to post a few pictures and a couple captions to go along. After catch up time we should be back to normal. Hope you don't mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry they aren't in order as they happened but me and my computer aren't seeing eye to eye today and I'm just going to let it win right now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hiDwHmQCuTY/Ta8mm9MaYqI/AAAAAAAAArk/ETq2WQlzr-c/s1600/2010-2011end+of+and+beginning+of+083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hiDwHmQCuTY/Ta8mm9MaYqI/AAAAAAAAArk/ETq2WQlzr-c/s320/2010-2011end+of+and+beginning+of+083.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniel n I at Mesa Falls in Jan.2011 &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/-cfaAQLyZAUc/Ta8mzk7PeSI/AAAAAAAAAro/0EXW2YDVmKo/s1600/2010-2011end+of+and+beginning+of+150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cfaAQLyZAUc/Ta8mzk7PeSI/AAAAAAAAAro/0EXW2YDVmKo/s320/2010-2011end+of+and+beginning+of+150.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniel n The boys at Mesa Falls Jan 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ywHShW4JN_4/Ta8m4OeOAgI/AAAAAAAAArs/t8damIAQBJQ/s1600/2010-2011end+of+and+beginning+of+168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ywHShW4JN_4/Ta8m4OeOAgI/AAAAAAAAArs/t8damIAQBJQ/s320/2010-2011end+of+and+beginning+of+168.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The means of transportation to get to Mesa Falls jan. 2011&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/-IMC-Mr0WtsM/Ta8m9r-juuI/AAAAAAAAArw/vQv_J0gfdZI/s1600/2010-2011end+of+and+beginning+of+173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IMC-Mr0WtsM/Ta8m9r-juuI/AAAAAAAAArw/vQv_J0gfdZI/s320/2010-2011end+of+and+beginning+of+173.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dustins 9th birthday party.&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/-Dk0zvfdrVQg/Ta8nFZ_MlAI/AAAAAAAAAr0/gcz3zK2v0So/s1600/2010-2011end+of+and+beginning+of+179.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk0zvfdrVQg/Ta8nFZ_MlAI/AAAAAAAAAr0/gcz3zK2v0So/s320/2010-2011end+of+and+beginning+of+179.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He had a chargers football cake. Can't believe he is 9 already.&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/-9IQlk10_j7M/Ta8nK4Pe8QI/AAAAAAAAAr4/vys3H81nVAY/s1600/2010-2011end+of+and+beginning+of+206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9IQlk10_j7M/Ta8nK4Pe8QI/AAAAAAAAAr4/vys3H81nVAY/s320/2010-2011end+of+and+beginning+of+206.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we went to Vegas in February we got to see Charlie Daniel's Band. He was awesome with his fiddle and we had a really GREAT time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zMeuNcJUECQ/Ta8nQ_KpVZI/AAAAAAAAAr8/23a5bytSzqE/s1600/2010-2011end+of+and+beginning+of+221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zMeuNcJUECQ/Ta8nQ_KpVZI/AAAAAAAAAr8/23a5bytSzqE/s320/2010-2011end+of+and+beginning+of+221.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we were in Vegas we got to visit with my lil sister and her husband. We enjoyed hanging out with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uy-sTHayQWg/Ta8nXpIKPXI/AAAAAAAAAsA/MHQaZusE028/s320/2010-2011end+of+and+beginning+of+212.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;Daniel n I had a great time In Vegas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iqRT6YxTF10/Ta8nfMw1fgI/AAAAAAAAAsE/PebRBPBZSS8/s1600/2010-2011end+of+and+beginning+of+045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iqRT6YxTF10/Ta8nfMw1fgI/AAAAAAAAAsE/PebRBPBZSS8/s320/2010-2011end+of+and+beginning+of+045.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas time was good as well. The kids were spoiled. But I guess we wouldn't have em any other way. Right?&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/-ryGptglXw9E/Ta8nkuV66_I/AAAAAAAAAsI/grZmi_kdb6M/s1600/2010-2011end+of+and+beginning+of+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ryGptglXw9E/Ta8nkuV66_I/AAAAAAAAAsI/grZmi_kdb6M/s320/2010-2011end+of+and+beginning+of+001.jpg" width="212px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Christmas tree this year. &lt;/div&gt;&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E2mNSVucsgg/Ta8nt3jZZ9I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/UJEqAUtJus4/s1600/2010-2011end+of+and+beginning+of+059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E2mNSVucsgg/Ta8nt3jZZ9I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/UJEqAUtJus4/s320/2010-2011end+of+and+beginning+of+059.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas at Grandma Kims with all the rugrats opening gifts. &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 class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ur6uwaFXRv4/Ta8np3EvtLI/AAAAAAAAAsM/uZlIfQB7nQE/s1600/2010-2011end+of+and+beginning+of+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ur6uwaFXRv4/Ta8np3EvtLI/AAAAAAAAAsM/uZlIfQB7nQE/s320/2010-2011end+of+and+beginning+of+020.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year we lost one of our dogs. Kane was a good dog and the kids were extremely sad when he died. But they are feeling better now. Good thing they have Tiny and Coda to keep their minds off of Kane. We had him for six years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-6028683074860971632?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/6028683074860971632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=6028683074860971632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/6028683074860971632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/6028683074860971632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2011/04/catch-up-kinda.html' title='Catch UP kinda'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hiDwHmQCuTY/Ta8mm9MaYqI/AAAAAAAAArk/ETq2WQlzr-c/s72-c/2010-2011end+of+and+beginning+of+083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-876061426238106094</id><published>2011-03-08T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T12:28:52.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Behind</title><content type='html'>So If you haven't already noticed I have been soo far behind on posts I'm not even sure where to begin. It's this dang ol computers fault too. We just barely got it back from "being fixed" it took forever if you ask me. But Just as soon as I get all the pictures uploaded on here and every thing running back to "normal" I will have a picture post of every thing that has been going on around the Hahn household. SOON VERY SOON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-876061426238106094?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/876061426238106094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=876061426238106094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/876061426238106094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/876061426238106094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2011/03/been-behind.html' title='Been Behind'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-4710923006592919596</id><published>2011-01-14T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T07:45:42.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ok so I know this post is a little on the late side but In my defense it's the computers fault not mine. We've been having problems with our computer so Daniel took it in to have it fixed I was thinking more along the lines of Virus because the kids excepted something they shouldn't have, but when Daniel took it in the guy said the motherboard is fried and it will coast 120 bucks. YUCK. For now we are running on "safemode" and we will see after next week about fixing this thing again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;So any ways on to Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;This year I was such a slacker, we did the usual traditions and traded for some others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Christmas morning I slacked on the picture taking but the video camera was going the whole time so does that compensate? After getting up at 4 am. Yes 4 am. The boys had all of their gifts opened in less then 30 minutes. What took me 30 days to prepare for only took 30 minutes for them to rip apart. But the joy on their faces was wonderful and made all the hard work worth it. After a short nap and letting the kids enjoy their gifts we headed off to the in laws to enjoy Christmas with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;After gifts with Daniels family we headed over to my moms house and enjoyed family and gift time there. My neice and nephews were filled with so much Christmas joy it was exciting to see the excitement through them. Bradley and Dustin are just as excited for Christmas but not the same as a 3 year olds woohoo for Christmas. After every one opened gifts we enjoyed some yummy lunch and visited for awhile with every one, while the kids played with all of their toys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;This year we called it an early night because we were so exhausted after getting up at 4 in the morning. So we headed home to enjoy a movie and quiet time. I of course fell asleep during the movie while Daniel n the boys enjoyed laughing. In all we had a wonderful Christmas and I'm happy to say the Christmas spirit was abundant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;( just alittle side note while we are running on "safemode" I am UN able to download pictures so they will be added later when the computer is fixed).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-4710923006592919596?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/4710923006592919596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=4710923006592919596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/4710923006592919596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/4710923006592919596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas Time'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-1871255674129074118</id><published>2010-12-06T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T07:43:23.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow In Idaho For Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TP0BDCb65eI/AAAAAAAAArE/MfJgysbvMG0/s1600/2010fallwinter+265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TP0BDCb65eI/AAAAAAAAArE/MfJgysbvMG0/s320/2010fallwinter+265.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our First snow fall the kids wanted to head out and enjoy the snow by making a snow fort. They cheated alittle to make it stay up and used our picnic table. The first snow fall was extremely wet and easy to make snow balls. The kids really enjoyed it. &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/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TP0BdLnWPUI/AAAAAAAAArI/22YjWl_mM8c/s1600/2010fallwinter+268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TP0BdLnWPUI/AAAAAAAAArI/22YjWl_mM8c/s320/2010fallwinter+268.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Second day of snow fall wasn't so nice. But then again it was. The kids didn't have school for 2 days because of the blizzard conditions we had. The roads were closed all around us and the drifts were something else. But of course it was pretty to look at from the warm toasty house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TP0B5GRKznI/AAAAAAAAArM/OKVLQD5fy3U/s1600/2010fallwinter+270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TP0B5GRKznI/AAAAAAAAArM/OKVLQD5fy3U/s320/2010fallwinter+270.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just loved how it blastered our fence with snow because the wind was blowing so bad. &lt;/div&gt;&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TP0CYO_yIrI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Ls2rB770ouI/s1600/2010fallwinter+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TP0CYO_yIrI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Ls2rB770ouI/s320/2010fallwinter+020.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniel of course has to use his bobcat to plow out our driveway, and after putting a TURBO yes a turbo on the bobcat he had to try it out and opted to do so by plowing out&amp;nbsp;the nice ladies mailbox down the road. The grader went through and buried her mailbox and she was unable to get mail for 2 days because the pile was at least 4 feet high and 5 feet across. He first decided he was just gonna go for it and plow through but he soon learned it wasn't gonna work after being stuck for a minute and having to shovel himself out. After getting unstuck he took my advice and took out alittle at a time. I think he likes playing in the bobcat more then he lets on. It now has a turbo, windshield wiper, and soon to come a radio as soon as he orders the speakers. BOYS N THEIR TOYS. =&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-1871255674129074118?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/1871255674129074118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=1871255674129074118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/1871255674129074118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/1871255674129074118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/12/snow-in-idaho-for-thanksgiving.html' title='Snow In Idaho For Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TP0BDCb65eI/AAAAAAAAArE/MfJgysbvMG0/s72-c/2010fallwinter+265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-7476394905216270939</id><published>2010-11-09T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T15:38:46.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Yes it's true we (Daniel and I) made another trip to Vegas this year. It was spur of the moment for no good reason, other then we wanted to have fun trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We were suppose to go with some friends of ours but in the last moment of planning they couldn't make it. So I guess that'll give us a good reason to go back soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This time we were able to spend almost the whole time with my little sister and her husband. It was nice to visit with them, because it's been 5 months since we've seen them last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This time Daniel went and got his motorcylce endorsement so he could rent a V-Rod. I can't say that I was thrilled to have to ride on the back of the thing with him , but it made him happy so I did it. We had the bike for 8 hours so we decided to take a small trip to see the Hoover Dam. For me the ride was scary but I'm a worry wart any ways.&amp;nbsp;It was&amp;nbsp;a 2 hour&amp;nbsp;drive and my butt felt every minute of it on the way back. OUCH! The Dam it self was pretty neat to see. We didn't do much touring because we had to have the bike back in such a short time but we did go on the bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;After the Hoover Dam we hung out with my sister and brother in law. I can honestly say this trip didn't include a large amount of alcohol. But our amount of sleep totalled 10 hours&amp;nbsp;because we stayed up as long as we could. We did go to the Shark Reff in the Mandalay Bay and it was pretty neat. Sadly enough thats the only place I took pictures really. I didn't want to pack my big camera and my phone was usually stoyed away so I didn't have to carry so much while we were playing on the strip. It's Vegas the less you pack the less you have to worry about. Right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It was a great trip and once the plane hit the ground here back home I immediatly wanted to go back because we came home to SNOW. Yes snow on the ground and we left vegas with 80 degree beautiful weather. I love spending time in Vegas but I think most of all&amp;nbsp; I love the weather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Here are the only pictures I took the whole weekend long. Sad I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNnYw4QlbrI/AAAAAAAAAqo/xWtTy55ZYbg/s1600/Vegas2010+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNnYw4QlbrI/AAAAAAAAAqo/xWtTy55ZYbg/s320/Vegas2010+003.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniel and his oh so hot helment. Apparently in Vegas you have to wear a helment or it's a 1200 dollar fine. &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/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNnY98rW-LI/AAAAAAAAAqs/LtMvJpBnJb0/s1600/Vegas2010+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNnY98rW-LI/AAAAAAAAAqs/LtMvJpBnJb0/s320/Vegas2010+007.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm pretty sure this fish didn't like it's picture taken cause it looked like it was glaring at me the whole time. I just thought it's teeth were weird. Don't know what kind he is either?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNnZJbTPLjI/AAAAAAAAAqw/lFDmLm2zLww/s1600/Vegas2010+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNnZJbTPLjI/AAAAAAAAAqw/lFDmLm2zLww/s320/Vegas2010+019.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loved the Sting Ray exhibit. We got to pet them it was neat. They are very interesting creatures to say the least&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/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNnZU6WU_bI/AAAAAAAAAq0/X8P-YEuq6Ng/s1600/Vegas2010+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNnZU6WU_bI/AAAAAAAAAq0/X8P-YEuq6Ng/s320/Vegas2010+021.JPG" width="240" /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNnZiY6M_dI/AAAAAAAAAq4/sbQKgU8XnR4/s1600/Vegas2010+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNnZiY6M_dI/AAAAAAAAAq4/sbQKgU8XnR4/s320/Vegas2010+023.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lion fish was pretty awesome as well. I've never seen one before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNnZvEvXJsI/AAAAAAAAAq8/fadnAAGGaxw/s1600/Vegas2010+030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNnZvEvXJsI/AAAAAAAAAq8/fadnAAGGaxw/s320/Vegas2010+030.JPG" width="240" /&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/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNnZ8ABHS7I/AAAAAAAAArA/BCEm1j9505I/s1600/Vegas2010+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNnZ8ABHS7I/AAAAAAAAArA/BCEm1j9505I/s320/Vegas2010+026.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jelly fish are pretty weird looking if you ask me. All that jelly and no brain STRANGE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-7476394905216270939?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/7476394905216270939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=7476394905216270939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/7476394905216270939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/7476394905216270939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/11/loving-vegas.html' title='Loving Vegas'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNnYw4QlbrI/AAAAAAAAAqo/xWtTy55ZYbg/s72-c/Vegas2010+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-117147867957146628</id><published>2010-11-03T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T09:57:52.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For Halloween this year Dustin was a&amp;nbsp; beat up Football player and Bradley was just a football player. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNGMVPO8agI/AAAAAAAAAp0/eFIFybaAYjk/s1600/Fall2010+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNGMVPO8agI/AAAAAAAAAp0/eFIFybaAYjk/s320/Fall2010+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I insisted Tiny should be part of the dressing up fun and she got to be the FOOTBALL. Our Pumpkins this year were carved into Colt (Bradleys) pumpkin and Charger (Dustins) pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNGM1j2EpOI/AAAAAAAAAp4/GfFtAs9uFYM/s1600/Fall2010+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNGM1j2EpOI/AAAAAAAAAp4/GfFtAs9uFYM/s320/Fall2010+016.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tiny didn't enjoy trick or treating as much as the kids did because she got to sit in the truck for the majority of it. She tends to get too excited when people are around and she loves to jump on every one. It was safer for the other kids to have her stay in the truck with Daniel and I while we drove the kids around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNGNYFgu1rI/AAAAAAAAAp8/XQrbioQjD5M/s1600/Fall2010+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNGNYFgu1rI/AAAAAAAAAp8/XQrbioQjD5M/s320/Fall2010+026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was before our Halloween School Carnival. My niece and nephew went with us. They were all too cute. &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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNGO16uhqpI/AAAAAAAAAqI/Apb_gGLeJ6Q/s1600/Fall2010+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNGO16uhqpI/AAAAAAAAAqI/Apb_gGLeJ6Q/s320/Fall2010+009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is Dustin in the truck while we were headed out trick or treating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNGPXr162gI/AAAAAAAAAqM/s6wFQYa_hFQ/s1600/Fall2010+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNGPXr162gI/AAAAAAAAAqM/s6wFQYa_hFQ/s320/Fall2010+020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Daniel was a party pooper and didn't dress up for Halloween. But he soon found out when we went to our party that dressing up is better then not because when every one else is you tend to stick out like a sore thumb. =&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNGRPUUocLI/AAAAAAAAAqU/wP5Oq58dhHU/s1600/Fall2010+017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNGRPUUocLI/AAAAAAAAAqU/wP5Oq58dhHU/s320/Fall2010+017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I did a simple dress up and put on some kitty ears. At least when I went to the party I kinda fit in. =&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNGRXiNvyRI/AAAAAAAAAqY/kZk8YBzIC8I/s1600/Fall2010+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNGRXiNvyRI/AAAAAAAAAqY/kZk8YBzIC8I/s320/Fall2010+023.JPG" width="320" /&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;&amp;nbsp;And of Course this is Bradley in the truck getting ready to trick or treat. I think he doesn't like our music in the truck so he brings his own. Ha ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNGPzI2a40I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/E5TN1pH_KVw/s1600/Fall2010+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNGPzI2a40I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/E5TN1pH_KVw/s320/Fall2010+019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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;Halloween this year was great. We went out like every one else on Saturday although we put candy out on both days. Then after trick or treating Daniel and I went to a Halloween party and had lots of fun.&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;Then on the actual day we celebrated my Moms birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-117147867957146628?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/117147867957146628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=117147867957146628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/117147867957146628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/117147867957146628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TNGMVPO8agI/AAAAAAAAAp0/eFIFybaAYjk/s72-c/Fall2010+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-7010057230531247304</id><published>2010-10-22T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T08:41:15.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My sweet little niece Shyann turned 2 yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She is one of a kind, the only girl in the family of grandkids so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She is spoiled , and well loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We wouldn't know what to do without her in our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She is very quit spoken but when she speaks she usually makes you laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Here are a few pictures of her birthday ( sorry they aren't very good , my good camera is in the shop and I only had my phone. Sadly iphone cameras aren't that great of quality.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TMGpkGqZUgI/AAAAAAAAApg/8sj6lS9lp20/s1600/phone+pics+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TMGpkGqZUgI/AAAAAAAAApg/8sj6lS9lp20/s320/phone+pics+011.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: x-small;"&gt;She refused to open some presents because of the tissue paper. In her words " ewww gross" when she touched the first bag. She is sooo silly some times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Loved her purse she got too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TMGq4ExV0oI/AAAAAAAAApk/1K3B4udWipA/s1600/phone+pics+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TMGq4ExV0oI/AAAAAAAAApk/1K3B4udWipA/s320/phone+pics+008.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I got her a cupcake necklace and she insisted she needed to wear it. =&amp;gt; Good job me. HA HA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TMGru0FN40I/AAAAAAAAApo/uQrxwqC7MAg/s1600/phone+pics+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TMGru0FN40I/AAAAAAAAApo/uQrxwqC7MAg/s320/phone+pics+013.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Most little kids are more interested in toys then clothes but this little girl um well she loved the clothes she got and she was very careful with them. =&amp;gt; the toys well she just threw them. Well all of them besides her Cows. She loves cows.=&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TMGtxkVCRiI/AAAAAAAAAps/90nqg_ixLOw/s1600/phone+pics+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TMGtxkVCRiI/AAAAAAAAAps/90nqg_ixLOw/s320/phone+pics+004.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: x-small;"&gt;She refused to blow out the candle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TMGuDLuBa2I/AAAAAAAAApw/ntB9DZ1Kz1o/s1600/phone+pics+017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TMGuDLuBa2I/AAAAAAAAApw/ntB9DZ1Kz1o/s320/phone+pics+017.JPG" width="240" /&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/5725568203407691233-7010057230531247304?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/7010057230531247304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=7010057230531247304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/7010057230531247304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/7010057230531247304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/10/turning-2.html' title='Turning 2'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TMGpkGqZUgI/AAAAAAAAApg/8sj6lS9lp20/s72-c/phone+pics+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-1298151524792112683</id><published>2010-10-12T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T13:19:40.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cave Falls Trek</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This weekend while laying in bed enjoying the simple fact that we were able to sleep in on saturday Daniel and I were watching Outdoor Idaho on t.v. and saw a very beautiful place we just had to visit. But being as we had a few chores to do and a party to get Bradley to we put off our trip until Sunday instead of saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So we took off after yes sleeping in on Sunday as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We headed to Cave Falls and the there arounds of that area. It was beautiful. We were hoping for some fall colors on the trees even though it's a bit late in the season&amp;nbsp;, but since the weather has been so nice in the valley we figured the leaves would barely be changing in the mountains too. We were wrong but the view was beautiful any ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Here are some pictures from our weekend adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TLS-1zqx_3I/AAAAAAAAApE/5t-zuWoqlHs/s1600/fall2010+036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TLS-1zqx_3I/AAAAAAAAApE/5t-zuWoqlHs/s320/fall2010+036.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TLS_ZrdgSVI/AAAAAAAAApI/fFWoNsSdeZY/s1600/fall2010+047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TLS_ZrdgSVI/AAAAAAAAApI/fFWoNsSdeZY/s320/fall2010+047.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TLS_87A65lI/AAAAAAAAApM/xOAdz-7KvrU/s1600/fall2010+065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TLS_87A65lI/AAAAAAAAApM/xOAdz-7KvrU/s320/fall2010+065.JPG" width="212" /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TLTAidC0pDI/AAAAAAAAApQ/6nZN51leAr0/s1600/fall2010+070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TLTAidC0pDI/AAAAAAAAApQ/6nZN51leAr0/s320/fall2010+070.JPG" width="212" /&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/5725568203407691233-1298151524792112683?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/1298151524792112683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=1298151524792112683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/1298151524792112683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/1298151524792112683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/10/cave-falls-trek.html' title='Cave Falls Trek'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TLS-1zqx_3I/AAAAAAAAApE/5t-zuWoqlHs/s72-c/fall2010+036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-9039221268585019717</id><published>2010-10-05T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T08:18:02.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dustins Cowboys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This year Dustin also got to play football, but unfortunatly he only got to play flag football. Although he really wanted to tackle he settled for simply pulling flags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;His team was filled with kids that all went to his school which was great for him because he knew every one. Although they were the cowboys ( a team in which Dustin makes fun of all the time.), they did very well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;They got to play 6 games and out of the 6 they won 4 , even though they don't actually keep score us as parents did because of course the boys wanted to know if they were winners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Dustin got to play almost all of the positions and did very well as fullback. He is big enough to tackle through the middle and get that ball to where it needs to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Now that flag season is over he is happy that next season brings TACKLE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;I think he'll do very well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TKs87YbBggI/AAAAAAAAAoA/bzdEZqZCKQs/s1600/britinas+naked+pics+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TKs87YbBggI/AAAAAAAAAoA/bzdEZqZCKQs/s320/britinas+naked+pics+005.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/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TKs-avCGc7I/AAAAAAAAAoM/w3QRMAr8LQM/s1600/britinas+naked+pics+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TKs-avCGc7I/AAAAAAAAAoM/w3QRMAr8LQM/s320/britinas+naked+pics+010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TKtA0kZxDtI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GPtcKfwGxcI/s1600/britinas+naked+pics+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TKtA0kZxDtI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GPtcKfwGxcI/s320/britinas+naked+pics+003.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TKtBj5TSDtI/AAAAAAAAAoc/15xDt4bROjQ/s1600/britinas+naked+pics+045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TKtBj5TSDtI/AAAAAAAAAoc/15xDt4bROjQ/s320/britinas+naked+pics+045.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-9039221268585019717?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/9039221268585019717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=9039221268585019717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/9039221268585019717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/9039221268585019717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/10/dustins-cowboys.html' title='Dustins Cowboys'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TKs87YbBggI/AAAAAAAAAoA/bzdEZqZCKQs/s72-c/britinas+naked+pics+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-4259596950327763093</id><published>2010-09-23T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T12:33:05.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOHOO ! TROJANS</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;After 1 and a half years in the making, our Trojans finally pulled through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Courier New;"&gt;Last night I was such a proud mamma. Bradley had another football game against, none other then Rocky Mountain. He insisted he was winning against them because it's where I went to school. He wanted to prove Rigby is "better" then Bonneville. Well after last night I'm pretty sure Bradley proved to me that Rigby 3 for 5th grade football is better then RM3. =&amp;gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Courier New;"&gt;Bradley made the first touchdown and extra point in a matter of 3-4 minutes. No joke. Then another as soon as the ball was turned around and that extra point as well. Our defense was on fire as well. To which they have no replaced a player and put Bradley in as middle linebacker. He sacked the quarterback a few times and did so well. We ended up making another touchdown and then Bradley YES Bradley made another. They were at the 20 yard line on the opposite side of the field and Bradley RAN the whole way to score again. He was at least 10 yards in front of every one and unstoppable. He was on FIRE. WOOHOO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Courier New;"&gt;Bradley made 3 of the 5 touchdowns for the night and was ALL smiles after the game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Courier New;"&gt;It's only taken this long to finally win a game but hell when they did it they did it well. The other team didn't even get close to scoring and our coach was actually asked to have Bradley sit out because he was doing so well. I guess it's a mercy , so to be "fair" Bradley sat out for the last quarter. He wasn't happy about sitting out but it at least gave the other kids a chance to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Courier New;"&gt;WOOHOO RIGBY TROJANS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Here are a couple pictures ,I didn't bring my good camera and these are from my phone, wish I would of brought it but these will have to do. Too bad there wasn't a score board I would of taken a pic of that too. =&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJurXmMq64I/AAAAAAAAAnw/xSs8ZTT6TuU/s1600/phone+pics+043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJurXmMq64I/AAAAAAAAAnw/xSs8ZTT6TuU/s320/phone+pics+043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJuGea_IRXI/AAAAAAAAAno/ahBwPukvTGM/s1600/phone+pics+044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJuGea_IRXI/AAAAAAAAAno/ahBwPukvTGM/s320/phone+pics+044.JPG" /&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/5725568203407691233-4259596950327763093?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/4259596950327763093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=4259596950327763093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/4259596950327763093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/4259596950327763093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/09/woohoo-trojans.html' title='WOOHOO ! TROJANS'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJurXmMq64I/AAAAAAAAAnw/xSs8ZTT6TuU/s72-c/phone+pics+043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-3181793294358852234</id><published>2010-09-21T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T09:30:39.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bradley turns 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes it's true my young man has turned 11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;It's crazy to realize how fast time really flies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sadening really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I can't believe in 11 years how so many things have changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;For Bradleys birthday this year we were extremely busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;First thing in the morning we were up and heading to a football game by 7:30 in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Bradley played sugar city and although they didn't win it was an awesome game. The score was 19-13. If they only had one more touch down they would of had it. Oh well though there's always next time right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;After Bradley's game we headed to Rigby for Dustins game and they did just as well. Although Flag football is very confusing as far as I'm concerned. They don't keep 'score' for them so I'm not sure who won because me and Bradley ended up to the game alittle late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;After football games and cleaning up (changing clothes from sweaty stinky to nice.) We picked up a couple of Bradley's friends and took off for the bowling lanes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I'm not so sure the boys had a ton of fun when they realized they weren't winning but they didn't complain any. After bowling we went back to the house where they could hang out and of course play FOOTBALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;All of them are football crazed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Later on in the evening we had family over for some cake and ice cream and enjoyed the evening chatting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;For me this birthday was good because there were no holes in the wall afterwards, and the kids weren't crazy hyper because of the sugar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Now if I can only get my boys to stop growing so fast we will be doing great. =&amp;gt; Ha ha I know fat chance right? But a mom can always dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjblsc2K1I/AAAAAAAAAnA/vR6nw8qj8x4/s1600/Summer2010+148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjblsc2K1I/AAAAAAAAAnA/vR6nw8qj8x4/s320/Summer2010+148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course we had a football cake.&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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjcCasFYTI/AAAAAAAAAnI/m5ZfVhUWx8o/s1600/Summer2010+151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjcCasFYTI/AAAAAAAAAnI/m5ZfVhUWx8o/s320/Summer2010+151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;opening presents with friends gathered to watch&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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjcgppOUmI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/-oa0fGfiQzE/s1600/Summer2010+154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjcgppOUmI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/-oa0fGfiQzE/s320/Summer2010+154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;singing happy birthday and he is laughing because the dog was joining us.&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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjc69A8bUI/AAAAAAAAAnY/kRq-PY-EWsk/s1600/Summer2010+156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjc69A8bUI/AAAAAAAAAnY/kRq-PY-EWsk/s320/Summer2010+156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;making a wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-3181793294358852234?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/3181793294358852234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=3181793294358852234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/3181793294358852234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/3181793294358852234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/09/bradley-turns-11.html' title='Bradley turns 11'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjblsc2K1I/AAAAAAAAAnA/vR6nw8qj8x4/s72-c/Summer2010+148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-1803344397507899500</id><published>2010-09-21T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T09:10:56.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Union Falls (on Horse Back)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Daniel had the chance this past weekend to go horseback up to Union Falls with a couple of his customers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Although I wasn't there I wanted to share a few of the pictures they "tried" to take. While on horseback it's hard to take a picture according to Daniel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This was his first time horsebacking for 36 miles in the mountains, ( his rear end being sore 'understatment' &amp;nbsp;made this very apparent). Here are a few of the not so blurry pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjVm5mn05I/AAAAAAAAAmY/O6IJ1wsOf9I/s1600/Summer2010+070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjVm5mn05I/AAAAAAAAAmY/O6IJ1wsOf9I/s320/Summer2010+070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;one of the many falls they seen.&lt;/span&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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjWExfNubI/AAAAAAAAAmg/UJjdLz-G8T4/s1600/Summer2010+087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjWExfNubI/AAAAAAAAAmg/UJjdLz-G8T4/s320/Summer2010+087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;treckin through the river&lt;/span&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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjWfDBidFI/AAAAAAAAAmo/0POzjzoPrmo/s1600/Summer2010+136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjWfDBidFI/AAAAAAAAAmo/0POzjzoPrmo/s320/Summer2010+136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;seeing Daniel on a horse is a bit wierd for me.&lt;/span&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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjW-jmMeII/AAAAAAAAAmw/AAYuChcFaw0/s1600/Summer2010+138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjW-jmMeII/AAAAAAAAAmw/AAYuChcFaw0/s320/Summer2010+138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Beautiful scenery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjYg0WKtCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/MWvZ74Yiwt0/s1600/Summer2010+096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjYg0WKtCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/MWvZ74Yiwt0/s320/Summer2010+096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;they sat in the hot pools to sooth their sore rears before the ride back.&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/5725568203407691233-1803344397507899500?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/1803344397507899500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=1803344397507899500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/1803344397507899500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/1803344397507899500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/09/union-falls-on-horse-back.html' title='Union Falls (on Horse Back)'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjVm5mn05I/AAAAAAAAAmY/O6IJ1wsOf9I/s72-c/Summer2010+070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-7827704122431336002</id><published>2010-09-21T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T08:47:37.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;On labor day weekend not only did we go to the fair but we also went camping in Leadore at the Big 8 Mile campground, for Daniel's uncles house warming party. They built a new home and wanted to celebrate with all of their family and friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Courier New;"&gt;We had roasted pig and drinks with a live band and campfire to stand around, so I'd say it was&amp;nbsp;a great time. Daniel and I didn't have too many drinks so the frigid temps were alittle too much for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Courier New;"&gt;It was below freezing during the nights and I think 40's or 50's during the day. But we didn't let it stop us from having fun. Daniel double pulled up there so we were able to take bobcat and enjoy some beautiful scenery except the road up to the lakes was awfully bumpy. But worth it by the time we got to where we were going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Courier New;"&gt;We visited for the first time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Courier New;"&gt;Dairy Lake which wasn't too bad of a ride, and silly me forgot to charge the battery in the camera so we didn't get any pictures of the lake. But I will say it was Beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Courier New;"&gt;And then after charging my battery we went up to Everson Lake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Courier New;"&gt;That treck was the worst it was huge rock after huge rock to drive over. But amazed as we were that the bobcat actually made it , we found the beautiful lake and enjoyed walking around it for a little while before the wind picked up and froze us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Courier New;"&gt;Leadore is such a beautiful place when you get into the mountains and start to explore the country, so nice infact I can't wait til next year when we are able to head up again and see the rest of the Lakes they have up there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjNvVxU1pI/AAAAAAAAAlY/csGGBrx2Tc0/s1600/Summer2010+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjNvVxU1pI/AAAAAAAAAlY/csGGBrx2Tc0/s320/Summer2010+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;More times then not we had to cross the creek to get to where we were going.&lt;/span&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjOKpIIysI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Z_3uNMM6u2g/s1600/Summer2010+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjOKpIIysI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Z_3uNMM6u2g/s320/Summer2010+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;The picture doesn't show it but the bobcat is diesal and did alittle smoking on the last little bit. &lt;/span&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjOmymgBeI/AAAAAAAAAlo/dlXfz1d_ol4/s1600/Summer2010+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjOmymgBeI/AAAAAAAAAlo/dlXfz1d_ol4/s320/Summer2010+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Everson Lake.&lt;/span&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjPDcokQ3I/AAAAAAAAAlw/3XNN3mttbQU/s1600/Summer2010+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjPDcokQ3I/AAAAAAAAAlw/3XNN3mttbQU/s320/Summer2010+024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;The boys checking it out.&lt;/span&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjQHsANJII/AAAAAAAAAl4/3ZLTcuO72qg/s1600/Summer2010+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjQHsANJII/AAAAAAAAAl4/3ZLTcuO72qg/s320/Summer2010+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;The boys posing while I take a pic of the cliffs all around the lake.&lt;/span&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjQhnY3dOI/AAAAAAAAAmA/uz6egdx9v5s/s1600/Summer2010+053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjQhnY3dOI/AAAAAAAAAmA/uz6egdx9v5s/s320/Summer2010+053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;the drift wood around the lake was beautiful as well.&lt;/span&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjQ-KVkIFI/AAAAAAAAAmI/j3f72QtL_5Q/s1600/Summer2010+051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjQ-KVkIFI/AAAAAAAAAmI/j3f72QtL_5Q/s320/Summer2010+051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjTauw5vaI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/07cUwozpsHI/s1600/Summer2010+060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjTauw5vaI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/07cUwozpsHI/s320/Summer2010+060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Around the campfire trying to warm up after the ride in the bobcat.&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/5725568203407691233-7827704122431336002?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/7827704122431336002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=7827704122431336002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/7827704122431336002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/7827704122431336002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/09/labor-day-camping.html' title='Labor Day Camping'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TJjNvVxU1pI/AAAAAAAAAlY/csGGBrx2Tc0/s72-c/Summer2010+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-8750991686127482128</id><published>2010-09-08T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T08:20:48.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at the Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;So this year we went to the fair as usual , and ate as much food as we could fit in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;our bellies. But I'm not so sure we enjoyed all the people pushing and shoving us trying to get to the food as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;This year for Labor Day weekend we went to the Fair on&amp;nbsp;a Monday instead of a Sunday like we usually do. I would not recommend it if you don't enjoy lots and lots of crowds and waiting in line for 45 minutes to get a bite to eat. Maybe I was just in a "mood" but it was a bit annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;We ate some delicious food though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;We had funnel cakes , ice cream and tortatoes. It was enough to stuff the boys for once and it was surprising to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;After we ate some delicious food we walked around and checked things out as much as we could , we walked through the barns to see all of the animals and walked of course as per Dustins request through the petting zoo. I loved the little pot bellie pig they had there it was adorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Daniel says I'm alittle weird for thinking it was cute but hey what can I say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Then as we were walking around we came across another cute animal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;It was a mini bull. It was the strangest thing I've seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;The top part of it was like a full grown beautifully built bull , then you look down and it's legs are cut in half. Not literally cut in half but the size was cut in half from a normal bull's size. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TIephQmHq6I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/p64SPyFXN6M/s1600/phonepics+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TIephQmHq6I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/p64SPyFXN6M/s320/phonepics+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;I've never seen a bull like that but he was beautiful. When I first saw him I could of sworn he was laying down. =&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;After checking out the bull we took the kids to get the air brush tattoos. And then Daniel saw this strange looking bike with an sign that read, " $5 to ride bike if you can we pay you $50." Of course he couldn't turn this up. So he paid his $5 and tried it out. He took 3 tries and didn't ride it. Then while watching others try he told me " there isn't anything I can't ride, I'm trying again." So he paid another $5 and again it was a NO ride. Ha ha! Guess there is something he can't ride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;In all the fair was alright. Because after that we left. Maybe next year we'll go when it's not so BUSY. And we will actually enjoy walking around and seeing the sights of the fair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-8750991686127482128?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/8750991686127482128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=8750991686127482128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/8750991686127482128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/8750991686127482128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/09/fun-at-fair.html' title='Fun at the Fair'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TIephQmHq6I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/p64SPyFXN6M/s72-c/phonepics+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-8354347384382495328</id><published>2010-09-01T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T08:11:47.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back to school they go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Today was the first day of school for Jefferson County. And both of the boys are off. Bradley is a 5th grader this year and Dustin is a 3rd grader. It's crazy how fast these boys grow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;It's kind of sad for me really because I'm a "stay at home" mom. I think I'll be trying the school thing or job thing myself this year because I don't want to sit around doing nothing by myself. The boys were happy to get off to school so they can see all of their friends and not have to do chores all day. =&amp;gt; Silly kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Here are a couple pictures of them all dressed up for the first day of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TH5rOrjeGtI/AAAAAAAAAkw/z83My7NhY0A/s1600/backtoschool2010+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TH5rOrjeGtI/AAAAAAAAAkw/z83My7NhY0A/s320/backtoschool2010+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;As you can tell Bradley isn't so "enthralled" to be going back to school.&lt;/span&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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TH5ryRsOCII/AAAAAAAAAk4/gs2-2TDjamc/s1600/backtoschool2010+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TH5ryRsOCII/AAAAAAAAAk4/gs2-2TDjamc/s320/backtoschool2010+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Dustin was EXCITED! &lt;/span&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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TH5sRXIfkqI/AAAAAAAAAlA/owSsxrkQSKc/s1600/backtoschool2010+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TH5sRXIfkqI/AAAAAAAAAlA/owSsxrkQSKc/s320/backtoschool2010+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Bradley with another WOOHOO Face! =&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-8354347384382495328?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/8354347384382495328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=8354347384382495328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/8354347384382495328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/8354347384382495328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TH5rOrjeGtI/AAAAAAAAAkw/z83My7NhY0A/s72-c/backtoschool2010+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-631687445022784329</id><published>2010-08-13T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T08:47:50.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO SMOKING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;SO Dustin has been having problems with his allergies for a while now , so Daniel and I decided it was time for a allergy test. I took him in this week to Petty's office and they did the usual test. When nothing showed up on the test at first I thought wow thats weird then one spot on his back started to react. I thought oh great here we go the only thing he is going to be allergic to , is the dog. The one thing he refuses to get rid of. But as the nurse was writting things down she simply explained to me it was NOT the dog, it was ME. Me you may ask? Well yeah it's not really me but what I do. I've smoked for a little while now and while I don't smoke in the house or around the kids I still smoke. And apparently the tobacco stays on your clothes and skin even though you wash up. So he is allergic to TOBACCO. SO even though it's not going to be easy I am going to stop Smoking for my little man. Because I want him to feel better and be able to enjoy life without a runny stuffy nose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Courier New;"&gt;I've told Daniel it'll be easy but deep down I know it's gonna be hard. But I guess Dustin is good motivation to stop, because I love him so much. Wish us luck. And yes I mean US because I get mean and grumpy without the nicotine , but as long as I get past the 8 day mark I'll be good. RIGHT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Courier New;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-631687445022784329?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/631687445022784329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=631687445022784329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/631687445022784329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/631687445022784329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-smoking.html' title='NO SMOKING.'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-8569275897991561961</id><published>2010-08-10T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T13:46:27.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football  BEGINS.</title><content type='html'>It's official, yes it is, Football season is upon us. &lt;br /&gt;Football practice has been in full swing for the past week and a half now. &lt;br /&gt;This year not only is Bradley playing grid kid football , but Dustin is playing flag football.&lt;br /&gt;It's hectic crazy and some times over whelming but man it is fun to watch my kids play.&lt;br /&gt;The only sad thing about football starting..............means summer is almost over and the snow will soon fly. &lt;br /&gt;YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully thats a little ways down the road from now. As for now I'm going to enjoy watching the kids practice and get excited for their first game of the season. Which will be the 21st of this month. &lt;br /&gt;Lets go&amp;nbsp;boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Pictures soon to come. =&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-8569275897991561961?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/8569275897991561961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=8569275897991561961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/8569275897991561961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/8569275897991561961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/08/football-begins.html' title='Football  BEGINS.'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-3191729612860656074</id><published>2010-08-03T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T09:14:48.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;On July 24th we were able to go to the Blue Angels show in Idaho Falls. It was&amp;nbsp;a hot summer day filled with people galore, but it was the BEST show I've seen in a long time. We enjoyed every last minute of the day between the side shows that were just as amazing, to the Blue Angels whom took your breath away. Or at least they were that amazing to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;We took so many pictures that my digital camera the one I never run out of room putting pictures on um well we ran outa room for more pictures. =&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Here are a couple for your enjoyment. And if you didn't get to go to the show I would recommend if you ever get the chance to go to a future show because ,they are more then worth the money to see. &lt;/span&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TFg8luJPEFI/AAAAAAAAAkA/2ulkCV1-ihY/s1600/BlueAngels2010+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TFg8luJPEFI/AAAAAAAAAkA/2ulkCV1-ihY/s320/BlueAngels2010+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This is the B-2 that flew by as he was heading to another show. Very thin plane and surprising enough a pretty quit plane too. &lt;/span&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TFg9vICQ9BI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/2gp_ML7eliw/s1600/BlueAngels2010+144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TFg9vICQ9BI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/2gp_ML7eliw/s320/BlueAngels2010+144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;The ariel stunt plane that was pretty awesome and a teeny tiny plane as well.&lt;/span&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TFg-RoGNLSI/AAAAAAAAAkY/WJYbhVy6yZY/s1600/BlueAngels2010+267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TFg-RoGNLSI/AAAAAAAAAkY/WJYbhVy6yZY/s320/BlueAngels2010+267.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Another airel plane. The smoke on the top he was doing a dirty landing to Pink Elephants on Parade. I thought it was pretty on que and neat to watch. &lt;/span&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TFg9P9P8-xI/AAAAAAAAAkI/R0SF17LZ3EY/s1600/BlueAngels2010+037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TFg9P9P8-xI/AAAAAAAAAkI/R0SF17LZ3EY/s320/BlueAngels2010+037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I'm sure you know who these planes belong to. &lt;/span&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TFg_PEMMkhI/AAAAAAAAAko/uMXDFGiR_ys/s1600/BlueAngels2010+351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TFg_PEMMkhI/AAAAAAAAAko/uMXDFGiR_ys/s320/BlueAngels2010+351.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;They said they were only 18inches apart. Very amazing pilots if you ask me. &lt;/span&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TFg-xovkQuI/AAAAAAAAAkg/YxIMnF9obHs/s1600/BlueAngels2010+380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TFg-xovkQuI/AAAAAAAAAkg/YxIMnF9obHs/s320/BlueAngels2010+380.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Beautiful ending to a amazing show. &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/5725568203407691233-3191729612860656074?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/3191729612860656074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=3191729612860656074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/3191729612860656074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/3191729612860656074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/08/blue-angels.html' title='Blue Angels'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TFg8luJPEFI/AAAAAAAAAkA/2ulkCV1-ihY/s72-c/BlueAngels2010+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-4998924098149320673</id><published>2010-07-20T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T12:51:42.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Daniel had heard from a few customers in Driggs of a beautiful place to take a hike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So this last weekend we decided with little to nothing to do that a hike was the right thing to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;He decided the Wind Caves and the Falls in Darby Canyon would be a neat place to check out, what he didn't know was that the hike was a 4 hour one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Despite my lack of hiking skills and Dustin's awful cough from his horrible allergies ( which yes he is getting tested for coming in the next 3 weeks ) we made it to our distanation. Well actually we didn't make it inside the caves and on the falls but we made it far enough to see and take pictures of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Hiking up was a challenge but the hike down was hella easy. Now we've decided it's time to get into shape and head our butts all the way up to the cave. We will see how that goes though. But in the meantime here are some pictures from our hike. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TEXLqNMJghI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ibltcuV-x8E/s1600/cave+falls+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TEXLqNMJghI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ibltcuV-x8E/s320/cave+falls+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TEXNNKGSX9I/AAAAAAAAAjs/243_Fnd7mY8/s1600/cave+falls+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TEXNNKGSX9I/AAAAAAAAAjs/243_Fnd7mY8/s320/cave+falls+023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TEXKd2GtWgI/AAAAAAAAAjc/C4w7iYe_AaI/s1600/cave+falls+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TEXKd2GtWgI/AAAAAAAAAjc/C4w7iYe_AaI/s320/cave+falls+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TEXIPllAE-I/AAAAAAAAAjU/g7jwNkdVFVg/s1600/cave+falls+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TEXIPllAE-I/AAAAAAAAAjU/g7jwNkdVFVg/s320/cave+falls+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TEXFKB5x55I/AAAAAAAAAjM/bA3KWoJylqE/s1600/cave+falls+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TEXFKB5x55I/AAAAAAAAAjM/bA3KWoJylqE/s320/cave+falls+006.JPG" /&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/5725568203407691233-4998924098149320673?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/4998924098149320673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=4998924098149320673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/4998924098149320673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/4998924098149320673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/07/hiking-adventures.html' title='Hiking adventures'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TEXLqNMJghI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ibltcuV-x8E/s72-c/cave+falls+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-5617527837281316538</id><published>2010-07-08T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T08:58:08.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MInnesota n Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So in between posts for the Fourth of July and my sister's wedding there should of been a post of us going to Minnesota for Daniel's work. Opps my bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So here goes it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Daniel needed a shear picked up for work and no one was able to do so in time , so we decided a free trip to Minnesota driving 19 hours there and 19 hours back sounded like a good vacation to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So we were Minnesota bound 2 days after my sisters wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;On the way there the ride wasn't so bad because we were seeing sites we've never seen before and the excitement of some where new was amongst us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;While we were there we stayed at a hotel on the Lake Superior in Duluth. It was beautiful.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We were close to the harbor where the ships and freighters came in and out. We've been to the beach a few times now but the Lake was just as beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We also took the kids on a train ride up the north shore of the Lake. We can now say we've been by plane, train, boat, and automobile of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The trip was short and the drive home was awful because we were still tired of riding in the truck from the drive there. But it was well worth it because we were able to enjoy&amp;nbsp;a place we never would of thought to go if it wasn't for Daniels work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Here are a few pictures of the trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TDXuyKEQD_I/AAAAAAAAAis/DoOOpxpFEMY/s1600/summer+2010+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TDXuyKEQD_I/AAAAAAAAAis/DoOOpxpFEMY/s320/summer+2010+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;THis is what we picked up.&lt;/span&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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TDXvVfv7ZJI/AAAAAAAAAi0/S5PL3nSnPd4/s1600/summer+2010+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TDXvVfv7ZJI/AAAAAAAAAi0/S5PL3nSnPd4/s320/summer+2010+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;The view from our room&lt;/span&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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TDXv5JqVN0I/AAAAAAAAAi8/oQCIyglE2bY/s1600/summer+2010+048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TDXv5JqVN0I/AAAAAAAAAi8/oQCIyglE2bY/s320/summer+2010+048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;The airel bridge and the frieghter going through , out to the lake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/5725568203407691233-5617527837281316538?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/5617527837281316538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=5617527837281316538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/5617527837281316538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/5617527837281316538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/07/minnesota-n-back.html' title='MInnesota n Back'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TDXuyKEQD_I/AAAAAAAAAis/DoOOpxpFEMY/s72-c/summer+2010+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-1113361042856513115</id><published>2010-07-06T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T16:08:15.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CELEBRATING the 4th of July.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TDOitYNi82I/AAAAAAAAAhs/WYgoozX1aFI/s1600/summer+2010+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TDOitYNi82I/AAAAAAAAAhs/WYgoozX1aFI/s320/summer+2010+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dustin getting ready for the Parade and the gobs of candy they throw out in Leadore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TDOlzUVsYkI/AAAAAAAAAh8/jmrNZu4yDaI/s1600/summer+2010+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TDOlzUVsYkI/AAAAAAAAAh8/jmrNZu4yDaI/s320/summer+2010+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniel and his Brother Micheal waiting for the parade. Daniel was happier then he looks. =&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TDOrUX0cP0I/AAAAAAAAAiE/6amuSrfRooI/s1600/summer+2010+034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TDOrUX0cP0I/AAAAAAAAAiE/6amuSrfRooI/s320/summer+2010+034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bradley got to be in the parade this year riding his 65. He was fried and decided maybe catching candy next year is the way to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TDOtCviYl5I/AAAAAAAAAiM/3eFnY23ZNMM/s1600/summer+2010+042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TDOtCviYl5I/AAAAAAAAAiM/3eFnY23ZNMM/s320/summer+2010+042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes even Tiny got to enjoy the parade with us. ( don't mind the hillbilly leash we had to rig up I forgot her leash at home. )&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TDOtwSZcz4I/AAAAAAAAAiU/yceSH987NP4/s1600/summer+2010+030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TDOtwSZcz4I/AAAAAAAAAiU/yceSH987NP4/s320/summer+2010+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is this years derby car. Daniel got to pit. We were surprised to see it going down the parade route because it was leaking oil very badly. But alas it's a derby car and man can they handle alot. =&amp;gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TDOxUKlTq1I/AAAAAAAAAic/1eQbPBDMLro/s1600/summer+2010+106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TDOxUKlTq1I/AAAAAAAAAic/1eQbPBDMLro/s320/summer+2010+106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniel on the back and his friend George on the front driving. They entered this fun to watch game where the person on the back of the machine wears a ballon attached to their helment and have to protect their ballon while trying to beat the other people over the head in order to pop their ballon. Daniel says he had a hard time holding on because George was going so fast trying to keep away. It was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our Fourth of July this year we again decided heading to Leadore Idaho was a great way to celebrate. So we packed up the camper and headed up there for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;It was GREAT. The first day we were there we went to the demo Derby. It was great this time because instead of sitting in the stands wondering when we could catch the next beer or trying to keep the kids from tripping every last person coming down the stairs, we were in the pit's watching the boys and the show at the same time. It was much more fun that way. &lt;br /&gt;The next day we got up early ( well kinda early ) for the firemans pancake breakfast, it was great. Then we enjoyed the fun parade, the kids really enjoyed the candy part and Bradley got to be in the parade on his 65. After the parade or more like during the parade we enjoyed a few drinks of the adult kind. Yes it was early in the day but hey thats what holidays are all about up there. We also got to enjoy alittle bit of the rodeo before we decided it was time to head back to cool off. It was a bit toasty while we were hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the evening more of us were feeling "happy". We headed to the bar which is across the street and enjoyed some drinks and dancing before the firework show. The kids enjoyed it because we were across the street and knew right where we were if they needed us. They gave out Moonshine soaked pieces of apple. Wow. The taste was awful but the effect was quick and fun. I couldn't stop laughing it didn't matter what was happening I was just laughing. My sides actually hurt still from all the laughing. After the fireworks we headed back to the camper to enjoy some fireworks of our own. &lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say we stayed up all night long and watched the sun come up , but I think we fell asleep around 12:30 guess the moon shine was too much for us.&lt;br /&gt;In all it was a WONDERFUL weekend and can't wait to do it again. &lt;br /&gt;Too bad the 4th of July only happens once a year. Hope every one else enjoyed their holiday weekend just as much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-1113361042856513115?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/1113361042856513115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=1113361042856513115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/1113361042856513115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/1113361042856513115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/07/celebrating-4th-of-july.html' title='CELEBRATING the 4th of July.'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TDOitYNi82I/AAAAAAAAAhs/WYgoozX1aFI/s72-c/summer+2010+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-5143692070261296887</id><published>2010-06-22T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T18:55:37.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family in From TEXAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;For my little sisters wedding family came in From TEXAS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Family that I haven't seen in 5 years was able to come and visit for a few days before my sisters wedding and a couple days after as well. My Gammie , aunt Angie, aunt Amy which is the same age as me, Katie&amp;nbsp; my cousin and Paige also my cousin and Katie's baby girl Ella. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were so busy during the day that we hardly had time to visit so we spent every night up until the wee hours of the night. My kids were so little for the last visit that they didn't even remember the Fam. But it didn't take them long to warm up. Paige Katie and Bradley and Dustin were best buddies, hanging out and doing whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys broke the girls in and took them out in the bobcat for a ride in the desert, they ended up with a flat tire and had to entertain themselves while they waited for Daniel to get back with stuff to fix the tire. They claimed they were bored but I'm pretty sure they were having fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we enjoyed their last day here up at Mesa Falls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not so sure every one liked the hiking because they aren't use to it being as it was two of theirs first being in Idaho. But the pictures told another story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really enjoyed their visit and was happy to finally be able to visit with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Other family members came as well from Texas I was just as happy to visit with them ( Grandma Jeanne and my Cousin Scott ). We get to visit with them at least once a year which is nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was sad to see them all go. But I wasn't going to cry until the kids starting crying and made me do it. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For not knowing them very well the kids sure did get along so well that they were heartbroken when they all left. Thank god for tech. so they can keep in touch with them from here on out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TCFj6kbpo5I/AAAAAAAAAhY/BVd2uVoVxro/s1600/2010+wedding+080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TCFj6kbpo5I/AAAAAAAAAhY/BVd2uVoVxro/s320/2010+wedding+080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;My Grandma Jeanne and the Bride.&lt;/span&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TCFjapHE1hI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/eT7rmt8yOqY/s1600/2010+wedding+189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TCFjapHE1hI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/eT7rmt8yOqY/s320/2010+wedding+189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Katie Ella Dustin Bradley Amy and Paige at Mesa Falls&lt;/span&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TCFi0p7-FpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Jax7W0nLXkI/s1600/2010+wedding+196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TCFi0p7-FpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Jax7W0nLXkI/s320/2010+wedding+196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;The Family. Me Dustin Angie Bradley Gammie Katie Ella Paige Amy Bk and Taidyn. N a friend of the grooms. At the Falls.&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/5725568203407691233-5143692070261296887?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/5143692070261296887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=5143692070261296887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/5143692070261296887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/5143692070261296887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/06/family-in-from-texas.html' title='Family in From TEXAS'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TCFj6kbpo5I/AAAAAAAAAhY/BVd2uVoVxro/s72-c/2010+wedding+080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-7971978173377240594</id><published>2010-06-22T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:27:38.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Sis' Wedding!</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TCEp4b46ygI/AAAAAAAAAhA/zjYIr4JKR04/s1600/2010+wedding+061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TCEp4b46ygI/AAAAAAAAAhA/zjYIr4JKR04/s320/2010+wedding+061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TCEjVDtlq_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/lgS3_stKx-k/s1600/2010+wedding+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TCEjVDtlq_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/lgS3_stKx-k/s320/2010+wedding+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TCEjt6HhGII/AAAAAAAAAgo/WRsVCEtZfQY/s1600/2010+wedding+017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TCEjt6HhGII/AAAAAAAAAgo/WRsVCEtZfQY/s320/2010+wedding+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow the past two weeks have been a blurr and soooo busy, but I wanted to blog and let every one know whats going on in this part of the neighborhood. &lt;br /&gt;My sister Brandy Kay got married at our house on the 19th of this month. &lt;br /&gt;It was crazy busy but I loved doing it for her.&lt;br /&gt;For her wedding our family from Texas came to visit and join in on the fun.&lt;br /&gt;It's been 5 years since I've seen the Ainsworth side . My kids didn't even remember them which was kinda sad that I haven't been doing my job to keep in touch with all my family and letting my kids get to know who they are. &lt;br /&gt;The kids hit it off with Katie and Paige so well ( my cousins ). My grandma Jeanne and cousin Scott also came from Texas from my momma's side. &lt;br /&gt;My baby sister Krystal also got to visit from Vegas as well.&lt;br /&gt;It was a house full for every one and extremely eventful.&lt;br /&gt;The wedding went well even though mom and I were stressed the whole time, we had in mind what we wanted but things didn't work out exactly how we wanted, if it wasn't one thing it was another. But in the end my sister had a beautiful quick ceremony in the front yard , and My Grandma Jeanne cooked a delicous brisket Texas style with lots of other wonderful sides. &lt;br /&gt;We danced drank alittle and enjoyed every ones company.&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's over I can breath alittle better , but I really did enjoy doing this for my sister and helping her celebrate her wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TCEkLV3mbpI/AAAAAAAAAgw/OoOYQWlSj6c/s1600/2010+wedding+050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TCEkLV3mbpI/AAAAAAAAAgw/OoOYQWlSj6c/s320/2010+wedding+050.JPG" /&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/5725568203407691233-7971978173377240594?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/7971978173377240594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=7971978173377240594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/7971978173377240594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/7971978173377240594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/06/lil-sis-wedding.html' title='Lil Sis&apos; Wedding!'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TCEp4b46ygI/AAAAAAAAAhA/zjYIr4JKR04/s72-c/2010+wedding+061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-7212999006141444240</id><published>2010-06-10T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T14:46:37.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel n Friends vs. Younger Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The other day Daniel was given a challenge from the neighbor kid down the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mikey the 17 year old neighbor kid is in love with football. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Everything he does revolves around football , and he decided to challenge Daniel and a bunch of his friends to a football game. So Daniel being himself couldn't resist the challenge. I think he may think he is younger then he really is, or maybe he just doesn't realize his own age? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So Mikey put together all the details of the game and all Daniel had to do was recruit a team for himself. Easier said then done , because alot of the people he tried to recruit really didn't want to get wooped by a bunch of high school kids. But alas after calls for days Daniel finally found his team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And&amp;nbsp;they all meet up at the local elementary school to play a game of football. But turn out was not as planned and if it wasn't for a friend of ours there wouldn't of been a game at all for either team. Thank god Roberts is small and Talo knew every one in town and recruited enough people for 3 teams. =) In all it turned out pretty good , not so many high school young guys and the older guys didn't get as tore up as we were thinking. Yes Daniel was sore but a good work out is a good thing. Right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;With me and the other wives on the side lines it was very entertaining. I think we may be doing it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TBFPxXQcXOI/AAAAAAAAAgA/JamYvLHQvvs/s1600/2010random+030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TBFPxXQcXOI/AAAAAAAAAgA/JamYvLHQvvs/s320/2010random+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;some of the guys getting ready to play&lt;/span&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TBFa3l9UTHI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/02kgk9nVtKk/s1600/2010random+046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TBFa3l9UTHI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/02kgk9nVtKk/s320/2010random+046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Daniels wearing the black shirt running and Mikey is wearing the jersey &lt;/span&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TBFbyWhJtLI/AAAAAAAAAgY/7yA0aQXP7Xk/s1600/2010random+043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TBFbyWhJtLI/AAAAAAAAAgY/7yA0aQXP7Xk/s320/2010random+043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;The kids needed to use the bathroom and the pole looked like a good spot. &lt;/span&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;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;When your potty training kids it's easier to let them go then make them&lt;/span&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;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;hold it. Right? Two 3 year olds and one 1 year old going. lol.with Dustin and &lt;/span&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;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;my sister making sure they don't take off with their pants around&lt;/span&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;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;their ankles. =)&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/5725568203407691233-7212999006141444240?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/7212999006141444240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=7212999006141444240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/7212999006141444240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/7212999006141444240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/06/daniel-n-friends-vs-younger-guys.html' title='Daniel n Friends vs. Younger Guys'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/TBFPxXQcXOI/AAAAAAAAAgA/JamYvLHQvvs/s72-c/2010random+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-8614385702641105413</id><published>2010-05-21T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T12:47:12.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of School.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes it's true , the end of the school year is getting near. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The boys have one more week and then they are out for summer vacation. And they couldn't be more excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;During the last month of school it's always so busy , with field trips for each boy and field day for the entire school my schedule is no longer stay at home mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I love helping out with the boys' school when ever it involves doing things with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;So this year Bradley's class went to the Rendevous in Rigby to go along with their Idaho History lesson. Bradley was very into learning his Idaho history I think it was his very favorite lesson of them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Although it was a cold day and we had to walk around and learn about every thing OUTSIDE, it was a fun field trip to tag along with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Dustin's class was able to go to BYU-I to the planetarium and learn about Space. He has now decided rather then being a Marine ( which I was totally against ) , he wants to be a Astronat ( my spelling is awful sorry ) . After the planetarium we went to the green house and learned alittle more. I think the best part of the day for me was sitting in the park eating our lunches and enjoying the kids gabbing away about every thing. Dustin's class is very talkative and I love listening to their stories. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;It was a fun field trip as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Then a few days later they had their field day. Where we spend ALL day outside and lucky enough it was a beautiful day for it. With temps in the upper 70's who could complain. Oh wait my shoulders could he he because silly me I forgot the most important thing for the day, SUN SCREEN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Bradley and Dustin did very well and had lots of fun. Bradley of course is and has been in the past one of THE fastest kids in the SCHOOL. Yes I said SCHOOL. This kid should be on the track team in high school but I would be surprised if he does , because his passion is FOOTBALL. I'm so proud of my two young men. They do so well with every thing they do and have passion for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Now in one week I will feel even older because I will have a 5th grader and a 3rd grader on my hands. Oh the joys of getting old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-8614385702641105413?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/8614385702641105413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=8614385702641105413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/8614385702641105413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/8614385702641105413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/05/end-of-school.html' title='End of School.'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-7513940851972163159</id><published>2010-05-04T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T14:47:26.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Trip 2010</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/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S-CU7AiXNVI/AAAAAAAAAfo/MY7BXceVdwc/s1600/vegas2010+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S-CU7AiXNVI/AAAAAAAAAfo/MY7BXceVdwc/s320/vegas2010+004.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S-CUwVfaDVI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Bf_ZXT-kp7k/s1600/vegas2010+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S-CUwVfaDVI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Bf_ZXT-kp7k/s320/vegas2010+003.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It wasn't our first and sure as hell won't be the last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;For our 11th anniversary Daniel and I decided to take a mini vacation ( weekend ) trip to Las Vegas or better known as Sin City. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The boys stayed with my mother in law ( thanks to her ) and we headed out on Thursday with plans of not returning until Sunday night and hopefully some what sober. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We were drunk the whole time yes, but isn't that what Vegas is for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;He He. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;My lovely husband got us an awesome hotel room at the Luxor, it was kind of trippy on the elevators because they didn't go just straight up it went diaginal. The room was nice as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The first night it was just Daniel and I , so we went to the casino and gambled alittle and drank alot. We also decided to check out the Cathouse in the Luxor, I wouldn't recommend the place it wasn't that great for us. But apparently the bouncer liked me because I got in for free while every one else was paying 10 bucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;After being out until 4 a.m. we decided to call it a night, because we had plans to meet up with Mike and Amanda ( Daniels Dad and Girlfriend ) and my sister Krystal and her husband Adam the next afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Friday we were up and going by noon and decided to walk the strip to check things out. WOW my feet were killing me after that, because I'm sure as most of you know the strip is at least 2 miles long and we walked the whole thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Drinking all day and playing and gambling took a toll on Daniel and his dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Mike was having a hard time walking and we found this random Target basket on the strip so Daniel took him for a "ride",&amp;nbsp; it was a kodak moment I couldn't resist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S-CVGbho4HI/AAAAAAAAAfw/es6zPPpa7Qw/s1600/vegas2010+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S-CVGbho4HI/AAAAAAAAAfw/es6zPPpa7Qw/s320/vegas2010+002.JPG" tt="true" /&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;After the basket ride Mike decided it was time to call it a night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So that left Daniel and I and Krystal and Adam to party it up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But after an hour my sister and Adam couldn't keep up and decided to call it a night as well. Leaving Daniel and I behind. We weren't willing to go to bed til we had to so we headed to LAX. I really didn't wanna get turned down so I was kinda of hesitant on trying to get in ( because they have such a strict dress code ), but Daniel insited cause I really wanted to dance. He is such a good man. Well we got in and danced the night away, I loved this club it was packed and you couldn't walk but it was sooooo much fun. On the way out the bouncer was looking out for me I guess, because he asked if Daniel was husband ?boyfriend? to me and if I was alright to go home with him? LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Funny really. But I guess going out of the club at 4 in the morning does make a person question whether or not the other is alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;After sleeping in for a long time we were back at it again. I'm thinking weekends like this with little sleep are to be seperated out in the year. But yes I would love to do it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;In all the weekend was a blast , now it's just hard to get back into the work, normal life ,every day, schedule. Oh and the weather was heaven while we were there, it was nothing like this windy, cloudy ,nasty, crap here in Idaho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(alittle side note I only took a total of 4 pictures, it's kinda sad really)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-7513940851972163159?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/7513940851972163159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=7513940851972163159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/7513940851972163159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/7513940851972163159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/05/vegas-trip-2010.html' title='Vegas Trip 2010'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S-CU7AiXNVI/AAAAAAAAAfo/MY7BXceVdwc/s72-c/vegas2010+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-3135909328567503092</id><published>2010-04-28T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T08:34:28.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our LOVE Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SaMDdaUhDvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FtpWeTUWSoE/s1600/phonepics%20049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SaMDdaUhDvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FtpWeTUWSoE/s200/phonepics%20049.jpg" tt="true" width="150" /&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;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When I was 15 Years old my Parents did the worst thing to me in my life. (Or did they?) &lt;/span&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;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;At 15 my parents decided it was time to move into their own home instead of renting a home. So we moved from Idaho Falls ( where I was comfortable ) to Roberts Idaho. I was digusted at the thought but having no say I had to go along. &lt;/span&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;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;We built up the land where we were moving our new home , and yes I say we, because ALL of us girls had to help mom and dad just as much as they helped themselves. &lt;/span&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;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;One day as we were out leveling the yard and getting it ready to plant grass and trees, I noticed this HOTT guy out riding his dirtbike. He lived down the road and was always passing by the house. I made a mental note to myself to "get to know him" some day. While we were working he was playing&amp;nbsp; (unfair).&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;As the summer past my little sister got to know his little sister and I took full advantage of it. Taking every chance I could to include his sister with whatever we were doing. One day she decided he should help out with the yard work we were doing so she could go out and play with my sister.&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;That moment he came over I think was the moment I fell in love. He was blonde with blue eyes and skinny as a bean pole (LOL), totally and completely NOT my type. But I still fell in LOVE. As time passed we became friends as per his dads advice. See his dad wanted us to become friends and have Daniel "show me around." Little did he know Daniel would be showing me around alittle too much. &lt;/span&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;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;In September of '98&amp;nbsp;he took me to the corn maze and thats when we became more then just friends, we were a couple, as he put it "your mine Now". As completely unromantic as&amp;nbsp;that is I had butterflies from there on out. We did alot of stupid things back then, now that I look back at it. But we also had a lot of fun. He was my only friend in highschool in Rigby and I clung to him like he was my life preserver. In January of 1999 we sluffed school one day so I could take a pregnancy test in private. That is when&amp;nbsp;I found out we were going to have a baby. At 16 and 15 (he was 15) that was the most scary thing we could imagine, but we decided to deal with it. From the beginning I knew I wanted this baby, I can't speak for him completely because I'm not sure when he knew this baby was meant for us, but I'm sure not long after he knew as well.&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;We fought tooth and nail to be together, my parents refused to let us be together. Mom was apalled by the thought of us getting married or keeping the baby for ourselves. So we ran away, looking back it was stupid, but we didn't know how else to handle it. Well after a night in the cold he called his mom and the bishop from the church for me. That is when the moving started. I was moved to 2 houses in roberts until they finally decided it best to move me to Boise. But even the distance didn't keep us apart. I found my way back to him and we ran away again. I took a 13 hour bus ride at 16 alone and pregnant so I could be with Daniel. Stupid yes. After the cops found us I was moved to 3 more homes and BHC as well. It was tough. But then I didn't make it easy either. Looking back I can only imagine the pain I caused my mom. Then on April 28th 1999, the courts decided to let us get married , against my parents wishes. I set up the time with the judge in Idaho Falls and called Daniel. We were finally getting what we wanted after 4 long months of fighting for each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;So at 4p.m. we were married at the JP's office in front of his Mom ,Dad, brother Jordan, and sister Jayde, and My Mom. For Daniel and I it was one of the happiest moments of our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;So Daniel being 16 and me being 16 we had a long journey ahead of us together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;September 18th 1999 our baby boy was born ,Bradley ,then March 6th 2002 our other son was born, Dustin. It hasn't always been the easiest road to travel down. We've had MANY bumps on the road, and near crashes, but we are still together and proving to every one who doubted we could last this long, that we are meant to be together. So today we celebrate our 11th Anniversary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;Happy Annniversary Honey, here's to&amp;nbsp;a lifetime&amp;nbsp;more to come. I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SXpAJiT0hkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/YNaO6FobT_Y/s1600/Boys2008%20019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SXpAJiT0hkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/YNaO6FobT_Y/s320/Boys2008%20019.jpg" tt="true" width="198" /&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/5725568203407691233-3135909328567503092?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/3135909328567503092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=3135909328567503092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/3135909328567503092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/3135909328567503092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-love-story.html' title='Our LOVE Story'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SaMDdaUhDvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FtpWeTUWSoE/s72-c/phonepics%20049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-2041222660726546145</id><published>2010-04-21T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T07:57:46.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Photo Day</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So the other day my little sister wanted me to take pic's of her lovely little sweetie pie's and of course I couldn't resist doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;They are so sweet, Logyn was easy to take pic's of , he was a ham when the camera came out. But Shyann on the other hand , hum well we will just say she wasn't having it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Between her shadow scarying her and the fact that we were outside , it was a tough thing to do getting a good picture of her, but we managed. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So here are a couple of my fav.'s of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S88QrsKY15I/AAAAAAAAAew/6aXP4_gz_ms/s1600/shynlog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S88QrsKY15I/AAAAAAAAAew/6aXP4_gz_ms/s320/shynlog.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S88QWvimGsI/AAAAAAAAAeo/LDlZPoQkhog/s1600/logpainted.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S88QWvimGsI/AAAAAAAAAeo/LDlZPoQkhog/s320/logpainted.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Logyn is almost 3&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S88RcYALwMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/txbppD2nQ4Q/s1600/2010+random+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S88RcYALwMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/txbppD2nQ4Q/s320/2010+random+018.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S88Rqz_cBuI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/kfLAhwT8zCk/s1600/2010+random+043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S88Rqz_cBuI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/kfLAhwT8zCk/s320/2010+random+043.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S88R_4k-xBI/AAAAAAAAAfY/RP5wPZVR1pE/s1600/2010+random+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S88R_4k-xBI/AAAAAAAAAfY/RP5wPZVR1pE/s320/2010+random+024.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S88Q-4KqESI/AAAAAAAAAe4/m6lQJOyBNQc/s1600/shypainted.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S88Q-4KqESI/AAAAAAAAAe4/m6lQJOyBNQc/s320/shypainted.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S88RMdntCrI/AAAAAAAAAfA/4DrMhO7Cu7E/s1600/shypainted2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S88RMdntCrI/AAAAAAAAAfA/4DrMhO7Cu7E/s320/shypainted2.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shyann is 1 year old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-2041222660726546145?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/2041222660726546145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=2041222660726546145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/2041222660726546145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/2041222660726546145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-photo-day.html' title='Another Photo Day'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S88QrsKY15I/AAAAAAAAAew/6aXP4_gz_ms/s72-c/shynlog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-8159524051683533380</id><published>2010-04-19T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T12:30:05.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp BUG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Yes it's true we were biten by the camping bug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Two weekends ago we just couldn't handle it any longer, we HAD to get out and enjoy our new camper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Despite the cold rainy forcast we headed out Friday night and didn't come home until Sunday afternoon. We left with a few of Daniels friends and had ton's of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;There may have been alittle drinking he he cause we had the biggest bon fire to keep us warm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The kids took the bobcat and pulled down trees for us , I'm thinking they had fun doing so, and we stayed warm while they did so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I have to tell ya getting out and enjoying the camp fire and camper was wonderful and we can't wait to do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Too bad the yard work has to get done or else we would of been back out this last weekend..... he he.&lt;/span&gt;&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S8yt_UoOjUI/AAAAAAAAAeI/f5rFlIp2srQ/s1600/2010+random+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S8yt_UoOjUI/AAAAAAAAAeI/f5rFlIp2srQ/s320/2010+random+016.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S8yubufxxpI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/k-cfpoa933g/s1600/2010+random+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S8yubufxxpI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/k-cfpoa933g/s320/2010+random+009.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I can't wait to head out every weekend. The new camper is gonna work out very well. &lt;/span&gt;&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S8yvE_e35kI/AAAAAAAAAeY/ok485NsnlDg/s1600/2010+random+017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S8yvE_e35kI/AAAAAAAAAeY/ok485NsnlDg/s320/2010+random+017.JPG" wt="true" /&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/5725568203407691233-8159524051683533380?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/8159524051683533380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=8159524051683533380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/8159524051683533380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/8159524051683533380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/04/camp-bug.html' title='Camp BUG'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S8yt_UoOjUI/AAAAAAAAAeI/f5rFlIp2srQ/s72-c/2010+random+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-4455040172329104912</id><published>2010-04-19T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T12:15:23.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>I know this is wayyy behind but I wanted to post a couple pic's from Easter.&lt;br /&gt;We dyed eggs at moms house&amp;nbsp; the day before Easter and then on Easter day we went to moms again and had a wonderful delicious lunch and an egg hunt for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to get together and let the kids all play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S8ylpWS4rRI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/KkbZoU7EMQc/s1600/2010+random+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S8ylpWS4rRI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/KkbZoU7EMQc/s320/2010+random+002.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S8ymDFUiA3I/AAAAAAAAAdY/7gofoNpFLjw/s1600/2010+random+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S8ymDFUiA3I/AAAAAAAAAdY/7gofoNpFLjw/s320/2010+random+013.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S8ymfS5AgKI/AAAAAAAAAdg/ChiyvOnoP0s/s1600/2010+random+033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It's&amp;nbsp;bitter sweet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;mostly bitter on our part ,but sweet for my little sis. My brother in law Adam&amp;nbsp;joined the Air Force in October of 2009, and now that he has finished with bootcamp they are moving to a base in Las Vegas Nevada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;They will be there for 4 years if not longer, and&amp;nbsp;I'm sad to see her move away but happy for her&amp;nbsp;at the same time. She&amp;nbsp;gets the wonderful oppurtunity to move away from Idaho and see how life is&amp;nbsp;, in a big city.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I love Visiting Vegas and this gives me even more incentive to visit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I just hope she makes it work down there for her, seeing how neither of them have family members there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So here's to wishing them the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Sin City here they come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S7ZZOCOguaI/AAAAAAAAAdI/L5aQObUH93A/s1600/2010+random+241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S7ZZOCOguaI/AAAAAAAAAdI/L5aQObUH93A/s320/2010+random+241.JPG" /&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; 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/5725568203407691233-4741703556776144580?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/4741703556776144580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=4741703556776144580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/4741703556776144580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/4741703556776144580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/04/bull-family-moves.html' title='The BULL Family MOVES! =('/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S7ZZOCOguaI/AAAAAAAAAdI/L5aQObUH93A/s72-c/2010+random+241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-8807765283400650034</id><published>2010-03-30T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T15:14:59.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alittle Photo Shoot......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S7J16QPuSII/AAAAAAAAAdA/C4uNRlQmhQo/s1600/2010+Boys+062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S7J16QPuSII/AAAAAAAAAdA/C4uNRlQmhQo/s320/2010+Boys+062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S7JyODyw84I/AAAAAAAAAcA/zRZ3rZhMLOE/s1600/2010+Boys+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S7JyODyw84I/AAAAAAAAAcA/zRZ3rZhMLOE/s320/2010+Boys+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S7JzJcGNlhI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/yfPAzVrzH8k/s1600/taider2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S7JzJcGNlhI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/yfPAzVrzH8k/s320/taider2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S7Jy5XbciyI/AAAAAAAAAcI/3unA3y2jHSs/s1600/bradley.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S7Jy5XbciyI/AAAAAAAAAcI/3unA3y2jHSs/s320/bradley.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S7JzV4WHa2I/AAAAAAAAAcY/acHsheydh68/s1600/taider.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S7JzV4WHa2I/AAAAAAAAAcY/acHsheydh68/s320/taider.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S7Jzl92JwGI/AAAAAAAAAcg/_qds7VUkyXM/s1600/2010+Boys+037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S7Jzl92JwGI/AAAAAAAAAcg/_qds7VUkyXM/s320/2010+Boys+037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S7J0LSDcd0I/AAAAAAAAAco/AicbunAs26w/s1600/2010+Boys+030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S7J0LSDcd0I/AAAAAAAAAco/AicbunAs26w/s320/2010+Boys+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S7J0nKJI0jI/AAAAAAAAAcw/F3GQUkRalcw/s1600/2010+Boys+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S7J0nKJI0jI/AAAAAAAAAcw/F3GQUkRalcw/s320/2010+Boys+025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S7J1ezJX_VI/AAAAAAAAAc4/EyUhyX0IClw/s1600/2010+Boys+057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S7J1ezJX_VI/AAAAAAAAAc4/EyUhyX0IClw/s320/2010+Boys+057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;On my wall in the living room I have pictures of my kids and the family, as does every other family out there I'm sure. But unlike most I always have to change my pictures. Kids grow sooo fast and I always want to capture the moment as they are in the present. SO yesterday was another photo shoot for my boys. Dustin loves dressing nice and having his picture taken, but Bradley on the other hand hates every last minute of it ( as I'm sure you can tell on his face). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Here are a few of the photos I took. I also got to take a few of my nephew Taidyn. He is a ham. He found a stick and insisted the stick needed it's picture taken with him. Ha ha. So In every picture of him there is a stick ...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Hope you enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-8807765283400650034?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/8807765283400650034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=8807765283400650034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/8807765283400650034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/8807765283400650034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/03/alittle-photo-shoot.html' title='Alittle Photo Shoot......'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S7J16QPuSII/AAAAAAAAAdA/C4uNRlQmhQo/s72-c/2010+Boys+062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-262857337425309746</id><published>2010-03-24T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T11:26:25.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taider Mater's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My nephew Taidyn turned 3 on the 20th of this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I can not believe how fast time has past and how fast this little rugrat has grown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When he was born he was sooo small , he could barely fit into premie clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Now he is running every where and although he isn't the biggest boy (he is still kinda small), he has the personality of a 20 year old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I swear there isn't anything he misses , and has to do EVERY THING on his own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We got to have his party at our house ( because my sister lives in a small apartment). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Here are a few pictures from the day. I'm pretty sure he had a wonderful day. How do I know you may ask? Well he was Singing ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Happy Birthday to Me" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;all day long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;His mom said he sang it &amp;nbsp;from the moment he woke up and&amp;nbsp; 'til the moment he went to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" 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 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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S6pY3pLpAdI/AAAAAAAAAb4/lwBFRr6Ok-E/s1600/2010+random+259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S6pY3pLpAdI/AAAAAAAAAb4/lwBFRr6Ok-E/s320/2010+random+259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S6pYd0HBABI/AAAAAAAAAbw/AZ-MiNQtLO8/s1600/2010+random+257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S6pYd0HBABI/AAAAAAAAAbw/AZ-MiNQtLO8/s320/2010+random+257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S6pYEmrDmCI/AAAAAAAAAbo/rYnbvEGCH-4/s1600/2010+random+248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S6pYEmrDmCI/AAAAAAAAAbo/rYnbvEGCH-4/s320/2010+random+248.JPG" /&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/5725568203407691233-262857337425309746?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/262857337425309746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=262857337425309746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/262857337425309746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/262857337425309746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/03/taider-maters-birthday.html' title='Taider Mater&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S6pY3pLpAdI/AAAAAAAAAb4/lwBFRr6Ok-E/s72-c/2010+random+259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-8632481213319277319</id><published>2010-03-12T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T12:59:17.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had to get OUT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We just had to get out of the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Spending all winter in the house has taken it's toll on us all. SO Daniel decided it was time to get out and go for a drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial;"&gt;So on Sunday we headed up to Rexburg for a good breakfast, then off to Ashton towards Mesa Falls we went. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial;"&gt;We went with the intentions of seeing the falls but what we didn't realize was the road is closed to cars and trucks and only opened to snowmachines and those willing to hike back in. We weren't willing to do the 4 mile hike in the clothes we were in with the kids and dog tagging along. So we compromised and hiked a small hike around the little parking area they had there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial;"&gt;It was fun , trying to NOT fall on our butts as we hiked up and down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I'm pretty sure the boys had a blast sliding on their butts, and the dog well she just loved being out and running without getting into trouble for eating every thing in site. Alittle side note I think puppies are worse then babies when it comes to eating things they aren't suppose to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial;"&gt;It was a great day. It was&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;nice to get out and enjoy the fresh air. &lt;/span&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;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Now if only summer would get here already, so we can head out camping and enjoy the outdoors more. &lt;/span&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S5qoYm7hjmI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jPMv-6v4cls/s1600-h/2010+random+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S5qoYm7hjmI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jPMv-6v4cls/s320/2010+random+006.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;They were sledding down on their butts =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S5qo1GB08iI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Y5l6nZJ-udE/s1600-h/2010+random+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S5qo1GB08iI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Y5l6nZJ-udE/s320/2010+random+015.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;the dog thought I needed her help getting up the hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S5qpKhYf7UI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/q-VD1g-sKZw/s1600-h/2010+random+029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S5qpKhYf7UI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/q-VD1g-sKZw/s320/2010+random+029.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;they had these little cubbies to sleep in and keep warm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S5qpl9LxWoI/AAAAAAAAAbY/BRdwWFaSSCs/s1600-h/2010+random+033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S5qpl9LxWoI/AAAAAAAAAbY/BRdwWFaSSCs/s320/2010+random+033.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Dustin was posing for the camera he he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S5qqAvSpT-I/AAAAAAAAAbg/OP-A3IN-I8E/s1600-h/2010+random+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S5qqAvSpT-I/AAAAAAAAAbg/OP-A3IN-I8E/s320/2010+random+013.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;he doesn't like his pic taken so he was trying to take it away.... =)&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/5725568203407691233-8632481213319277319?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/8632481213319277319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=8632481213319277319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/8632481213319277319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/8632481213319277319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/03/had-to-get-out.html' title='Had to get OUT.'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S5qoYm7hjmI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jPMv-6v4cls/s72-c/2010+random+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-657950433544602132</id><published>2010-03-12T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T12:27:01.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My BABY turned 8!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My baby turned 8 on March 6th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I'm kinda sad about it too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;All week last week I was remebering the day my little man came into the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It was a hard delivery and kinda scary for us as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But in all we are all healthy now and doing just great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Dustin couldn't be more of a blessing then he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;He is always so sweet and full of emotion, he is so artistic , and loves animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We would have one of every animal in the world if it was up to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Infact he wanted a bunny for his birthday this year from a friend of his at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Of course I said no way in hell because we have 3 dogs, yes 3. One inside all the time and 2 outside. I think thats enough pets for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But any ways, back to the party, on Saturday we celebrated in style of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;He insisted on raspberry cheesecake this year , so I made a whole bunch thinking we wouldn't have enough but to my dismay we have soo much left over it's a bit overwhelming , because that damn cake keeps calling my name from the frig. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;He got to invite a few friends over from his class. And the house was full of screaming kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Here are a few pictures from the evening.&lt;/span&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S5qixfrKwKI/AAAAAAAAAaw/RPb3dmV6R1Y/s1600-h/winter2010+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S5qixfrKwKI/AAAAAAAAAaw/RPb3dmV6R1Y/s320/winter2010+007.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S5qiYH4F5fI/AAAAAAAAAao/GW2PW9ynWnM/s1600-h/winter2010+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S5qiYH4F5fI/AAAAAAAAAao/GW2PW9ynWnM/s320/winter2010+016.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S5qjLVEO90I/AAAAAAAAAa4/VkGg8yjv2rE/s1600-h/winter2010+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S5qjLVEO90I/AAAAAAAAAa4/VkGg8yjv2rE/s320/winter2010+024.JPG" vt="true" /&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/5725568203407691233-657950433544602132?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/657950433544602132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=657950433544602132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/657950433544602132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/657950433544602132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-baby-turned-8.html' title='My BABY turned 8!'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S5qixfrKwKI/AAAAAAAAAaw/RPb3dmV6R1Y/s72-c/winter2010+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-6861584256815316006</id><published>2010-02-15T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:52:49.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>But He Can Be Romantic Sometimes</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S3nRKSxOaBI/AAAAAAAAAaY/2HluQMq4i6I/s1600-h/2010+random+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S3nRKSxOaBI/AAAAAAAAAaY/2HluQMq4i6I/s320/2010+random+002.JPG" /&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;Because he loves me this is what he brings home...........&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S3nRj2zLYEI/AAAAAAAAAag/LqOW3JWrfM0/s1600-h/2010+random+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S3nRj2zLYEI/AAAAAAAAAag/LqOW3JWrfM0/s320/2010+random+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;For Valentines this year Daniel and I decided to not give each other gifts so we can save money for hopefully our trip to Vegas.&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;So when he brought me this beautiful rose and I said " you weren't suppose to get me anything" he replied with &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;"It's not for Valentines it's because I love you."&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;I always tease him because he is by far the most romantic person in this world , but moments like that make me think otherwise.&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;Who could ask for more?&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;So for our no Valentines gift giving day he still ended up taking me out to dinner ,drinks, and dancing Saturday night , then a movie on Sunday.&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;Sneaky man he was. And oh how I enjoyed it.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-6861584256815316006?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/6861584256815316006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=6861584256815316006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/6861584256815316006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/6861584256815316006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/02/but-he-can-be-romantic-sometimes.html' title='But He Can Be Romantic Sometimes'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S3nRKSxOaBI/AAAAAAAAAaY/2HluQMq4i6I/s72-c/2010+random+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-2652763413048809407</id><published>2010-02-09T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:54:25.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yes it's true we were going for the COLTS on Super Bowl Sunday.&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;My son Bradley is absolutely and totally no question about it a typical boy, he loves&amp;nbsp; football and the COLTS. So when we watched the game that sent the Colts to the super bowl he was so excited and couldn't wait to watch the game of all games for the year. &lt;/span&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;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Colts vs. Saints!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Through the first quarter he was getting a bit cocky with some friends we had over, saying "his team was gonna kick butt and look we already made a touchdown.... " you know the normal banter a guy goes through during a big game , but when they started to lose so did his confidence in his team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Although the Colts lost we still had a good super bowl party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So heres to next year in hoping not only do the Colts make it there again but they actually win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S3HZV8fN0AI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/RjqpTFwWyZ8/s1600-h/2010+random+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S3HZV8fN0AI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/RjqpTFwWyZ8/s320/2010+random+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Bradley being silly. All dressed for the COLTS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-2652763413048809407?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/2652763413048809407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=2652763413048809407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/2652763413048809407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/2652763413048809407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/02/super-bowl-sunday.html' title='Super Bowl Sunday'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S3HZV8fN0AI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/RjqpTFwWyZ8/s72-c/2010+random+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-2244844900314682690</id><published>2010-02-02T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:26:10.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leo's Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This year for my little sister Miranda's 21st Birthday she wanted to go to Leo's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Place. So all the kids could play and have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;So I decided not only the kids should be able to have all the fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Fun doing what you might ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Well fun playing in the toy land with all the kids , thats what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Here are a few pictures from the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S2ijTcNXjQI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Oq3THe7_fWo/s1600-h/winter2010+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S2ijTcNXjQI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Oq3THe7_fWo/s320/winter2010+027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Bradley n Dustin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Dustin looking through the net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S2ii6EBnJdI/AAAAAAAAAaA/spiFaJ1KxaE/s1600-h/winter2010+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S2ii6EBnJdI/AAAAAAAAAaA/spiFaJ1KxaE/s320/winter2010+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S2iie8lc40I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/1VV6iWtV_zA/s1600-h/winter2010+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S2iie8lc40I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/1VV6iWtV_zA/s320/winter2010+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Logyn, Dustin, and Taidyn posing the green mat turned them green too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S2iiGFjXJuI/AAAAAAAAAZw/dhhY7pe4xcE/s1600-h/winter2010+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S2iiGFjXJuI/AAAAAAAAAZw/dhhY7pe4xcE/s320/winter2010+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Bradley and Shyann going down the slide&amp;nbsp;Shy loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/5725568203407691233-2244844900314682690?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/2244844900314682690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=2244844900314682690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/2244844900314682690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/2244844900314682690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/02/leos-place.html' title='Leo&apos;s Place'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S2ijTcNXjQI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Oq3THe7_fWo/s72-c/winter2010+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-8517343438304245044</id><published>2010-01-29T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T11:17:13.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S2Mz3GkWUOI/AAAAAAAAAZk/GukZSuQDDlg/s1600-h/blog2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S2Mz3GkWUOI/AAAAAAAAAZk/GukZSuQDDlg/s320/blog2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;A simple life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Simply a Good life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5725568203407691233-8517343438304245044?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/8517343438304245044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=8517343438304245044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/8517343438304245044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/8517343438304245044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/01/life_29.html' title='Life'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S2Mz3GkWUOI/AAAAAAAAAZk/GukZSuQDDlg/s72-c/blog2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-5271205263969741722</id><published>2010-01-29T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T11:13:58.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S2MzGsNcQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZc/SeLA1TToDCM/s1600-h/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S2MzGsNcQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZc/SeLA1TToDCM/s320/blog.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;There is light at the end of the tunnel ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;it's just some tunnels are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Longer then others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-5271205263969741722?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/5271205263969741722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=5271205263969741722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/5271205263969741722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/5271205263969741722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/01/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S2MzGsNcQ_I/AAAAAAAAAZc/SeLA1TToDCM/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-1213410792375227681</id><published>2010-01-25T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:55:03.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sledding Kind of Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over the weekend we decided to take the kids out sledding. We went out to the red rock butte here in the Osgood area and we had some fun. It was a chore to get to the butte in the first place ,because apparently they don't clean the roads very well out there, but after putting the pickup in 4 wheel drive we made it to our destination. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The dogs were happy to ride along, and yes Tiny got to sled with us too. The other two dogs were too busy running around to want to ride down the hill.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S15XtrGqzvI/AAAAAAAAAZE/foNCL6WLwmI/s1600-h/sledding2010+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S15XtrGqzvI/AAAAAAAAAZE/foNCL6WLwmI/s320/sledding2010+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm pretty sure the kids had a blast and so did Tiny although she was wore out from all the running up the hill she did. I sure do love family days like that. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S15YiTODerI/AAAAAAAAAZU/AitL1W0xAvI/s1600-h/sledding2010+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S15YiTODerI/AAAAAAAAAZU/AitL1W0xAvI/s320/sledding2010+024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S15XRz79rdI/AAAAAAAAAY8/zVLDE6cV38Y/s1600-h/sledding2010+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S15XRz79rdI/AAAAAAAAAY8/zVLDE6cV38Y/s320/sledding2010+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S15YGHpenjI/AAAAAAAAAZM/0mKh-K_eKeE/s1600-h/sledding2010+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S15YGHpenjI/AAAAAAAAAZM/0mKh-K_eKeE/s320/sledding2010+023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5725568203407691233-1213410792375227681?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/1213410792375227681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=1213410792375227681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/1213410792375227681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/1213410792375227681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/01/sledding-kind-of-day.html' title='Sledding Kind of Day'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S15XtrGqzvI/AAAAAAAAAZE/foNCL6WLwmI/s72-c/sledding2010+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-8520517771251265260</id><published>2010-01-19T19:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:45:53.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiled Little BRAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S1Z8FF0gQWI/AAAAAAAAAYo/XZxkog8EjeY/s1600-h/2009+random+pics+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428662827745296738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S1Z8FF0gQWI/AAAAAAAAAYo/XZxkog8EjeY/s320/2009+random+pics+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just thought I'd upload some pictures of our spoiled little brat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Tiny is well adjusted and more, she makes herself at home every where we go, meaning she thinks she can chew on anything and every thing that comes across her nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428662819763095490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S1Z8EoFZh8I/AAAAAAAAAYg/b3pu9QixMyA/s320/2009+random+pics+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She likes to sit with people and makes it known when she wants on your lap , such as whinning and not just a little wimper but some serious I'm dying kind of whinning.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428662835946515970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S1Z8FkX07gI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ydP2jOyFTx0/s320/2009+random+pics+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now yeah we love her , but we are trying to break her of these habits. Because every one says don't let the puppy do what you don't want the dog to do....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428662816244741378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S1Z8Ea-jtQI/AAAAAAAAAYY/yrwLve9mmwM/s320/2009+random+pics+018.JPG" 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/5725568203407691233-8520517771251265260?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/8520517771251265260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=8520517771251265260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/8520517771251265260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/8520517771251265260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/01/spoiled-little-brat.html' title='Spoiled Little BRAT'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S1Z8FF0gQWI/AAAAAAAAAYo/XZxkog8EjeY/s72-c/2009+random+pics+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-7271127885030109359</id><published>2010-01-14T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:56:50.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 49.</title><content type='html'>&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S099COeewkI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/oWK8idhzbMI/s1600-h/2009+random+pics+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426693553203888706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S099COeewkI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/oWK8idhzbMI/s320/2009+random+pics+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;My dad turned 49 on January 11Th, and we all celebrated on the 12Th (due to him having to work way late on his birthday).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's pretty sad we all don't get together like we use to , to visit and enjoy every ones company. We always have to have a reason and holidays and birthdays seem to be just that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I like to take advantage of the time we spend and take pic's of all the cuties in the family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My nephews and niece couldn't be any cuter then they already are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mister Taidyn kept us all entertained for the whole night. He loves to make every one laugh and for a 2 year old he talks wonderful but there are a few words he can't say too well ,although his way is so much cuter. Taidyn n Daniel were playing around and Taidyn was fixing food for him, Daniel kept asking for things that were hard for Taidyn to say just to hear him say it. It was the cutest. I think I cried because I was laughing so hard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426693578484476274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S099Dsp16XI/AAAAAAAAAXo/W10E03vI4Os/s320/2009+random+pics+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426700346357495906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S0-DNo8guGI/AAAAAAAAAYI/cmosT7gopsA/s320/2009+random+pics+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426700338899405410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S0-DNNKXSmI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q77LBxxyyaQ/s320/2009+random+pics+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;They had cinnannmon ( cinnamon)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pepper ( Dr.Pepper)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;potapotamus (hippopotamus) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;peppermin (peppermint)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the list keeps going, you 'd have to hear him say these to understand the laughter.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Logyn n Shyann even thought he was funny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bradley and Dustin were more worried about the dog that has become their new best friend and I guess you could say sister. Ha Ha!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was a nice night to sit and visit.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hopefully we don't wait so long to get back together ,all of us again. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426693567264584578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S099DC2z84I/AAAAAAAAAXg/4hxwbk8Undo/s320/2009+random+pics+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&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_5426693584611845938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S099EDeuJzI/AAAAAAAAAXw/RhGgoxTdXnk/s320/2009+random+pics+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426693561913216466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S099Cu68jdI/AAAAAAAAAXY/sXLzAGQUCqA/s320/2009+random+pics+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426700329821993714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S0-DMrWI-vI/AAAAAAAAAX4/0CNPpNOhmt0/s320/2009+random+pics+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426702109731670626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S0-E0SBrSmI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/aOafxu7Bllc/s320/2009+random+pics+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-7271127885030109359?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/7271127885030109359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=7271127885030109359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/7271127885030109359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/7271127885030109359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-49.html' title='The Big 49.'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S099COeewkI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/oWK8idhzbMI/s72-c/2009+random+pics+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-2718959314000652616</id><published>2010-01-04T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T15:58:36.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&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;As usual this Christmas we started off as any other family would waking up early to see what Santa brought the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this year it wasn't the kids who woke us up at 4:30 in the morning , it was our new addition Tiny and she was insisting we get her out of bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423034686799519250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S0J9UK9OnhI/AAAAAAAAAWo/DgtWE9KKNe0/s320/christmas+2009+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids were OK with getting up early though, because they were soooo excited for Christmas finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423034669998539762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S0J9TMXkA_I/AAAAAAAAAWY/588cwaY8dLA/s320/christmas+2009+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423034676601515666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S0J9Tk91bpI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1ys054CXQoo/s320/christmas+2009+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we opened all of our gifts , and the kids enjoyed playing their new games on the wii for awhile while mom and dad took alittle nap for an hour or two, we headed to my mother in laws for more gift opening and family time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423034697490979394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S0J9UyyRWkI/AAAAAAAAAWw/6WIXRKzkhgo/s320/christmas+2009+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After gifts Daniel enjoyed his usual routine of hooking up and hanging up every thing his mom needed him to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then off to my mom and dads we went. The kids got to open gifts there and play with their cousins for a while. Mom fixed up some sandwiches for every one , we usually have ham n the fixings but she decided to try something new. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423037382391133346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S0J_xE0WdKI/AAAAAAAAAW4/OFbIQGYS-TY/s320/christmas+2009+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After a couple hours of visiting we were all tuckered out and headed home. With no snow to make driving hazardous we were home at 5 p.m and it was actually nice to relax and let the kids enjoy all of their gifts while mom cleaned up after the present mess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you this puppy is spoiled like no tomorrow , she was all tuckered out too.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423037387765243186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S0J_xY1o3TI/AAAAAAAAAXA/RMf6flYvLhA/s320/christmas+2009+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a wonderful Christmas and we couldn't of asked for any thing better then what we had. &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/5725568203407691233-2718959314000652616?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/2718959314000652616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=2718959314000652616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/2718959314000652616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/2718959314000652616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-celebrations.html' title='Christmas Celebrations'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S0J9UK9OnhI/AAAAAAAAAWo/DgtWE9KKNe0/s72-c/christmas+2009+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-6881064046106294740</id><published>2009-12-22T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T14:28:20.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SzFHnBRPceI/AAAAAAAAAVo/iuqgiRxW8BI/s1600-h/2009+random+pics+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418190562384638434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SzFHnBRPceI/AAAAAAAAAVo/iuqgiRxW8BI/s320/2009+random+pics+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now a proud mommy to ........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;an English Bulldog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Christmas this year Daniel and I wanted to get the boys a puppy for Christmas , well yeah we have 2 dogs already but they are so big and hyper and don't like just sitting and being good inside, so we decided to get a small inside dog instead. My pick was an English Bulldog because they are SO cute. It took me for forever to talk Daniel into thinking they were cute too. But I finally did. Then we went on our trek to find one. Once we noticed how expensive they were we weren't so sure we could afford one. AKC registered pure breed high pedigree's are $3000 for females with breeding rights and $2500 for males and breeding rights. Seeing this we decided to look around every where. And when I say every where I mean EVERYWHERE. Montana Wyoming and Utah (of course Idaho as well.). When we finally were pushed to the very last minute with out any luck we thought maybe a pug , min pin, or a Boston terrier would be good. But we just didn't fall in love with their cute little faces , not like we fell in love with the bulldog face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally on Friday Daniel found a number on a couple puppies for verily cheap, a female brindle papered highly pedigreed English bulldog. They were asking $1500 with no breeding rights but we still couldn't handle that much. But the people were so nice and took the price down considerable low with breeding rights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now we have a sweet little girl brindle in color with the best attitude almost potty trained at 7 weeks ,so of course she is very smart ,English Bulldog named TINY DIVA. We had to go with a name that made people think before they saw her, because she is by far tiny. What bulldog is?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418190578026463586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SzFHn7iiwWI/AAAAAAAAAV4/8Fz9Dd31apc/s320/2009+random+pics+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418190571602706898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SzFHnjnAAdI/AAAAAAAAAVw/kTms1rxsp7A/s320/2009+random+pics+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-6881064046106294740?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/6881064046106294740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=6881064046106294740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/6881064046106294740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/6881064046106294740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-addition.html' title='New Addition'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SzFHnBRPceI/AAAAAAAAAVo/iuqgiRxW8BI/s72-c/2009+random+pics+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-8728131021750315779</id><published>2009-12-11T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T12:40:08.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Christmas Traditions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the day that my children were born I've always wanted our own traditions in our house.&lt;br /&gt;The ones I use to have in my family , ones that Daniels family have had in their home, and new ones we could call our very own.&lt;br /&gt;For our Christmas traditions we have in our home they are as follows,&lt;br /&gt;We decorate the tree together ( usually the Monday following Thanksgiving).&lt;br /&gt;The kids put the ornaments on the tree, even when they were one year old, they were so cute at that age ,because most of the ornaments went on one branch of the tree. But as they've gotten older they have decided to decorate the whole tree rather then one branch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416363207777307282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SyrJo-4PypI/AAAAAAAAAVI/LbSBtmrc4GE/s320/Moms+Card+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We paint a new ornament every year, it started by me painting them before the kids could paint them themselves. But now that they are older they paint them. It's neat to see over the years how much better their paintings become. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bradleys Ornament&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418904943417286738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SzPRVd_-4FI/AAAAAAAAAWI/sGdA4WV7FRw/s320/Christmas2009+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dustins ornament &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418904932840554562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SzPRU2mSwEI/AAAAAAAAAWA/E1FFoBhPKa4/s320/Christmas2009+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also buy a new ornament for them so when they are older they have their own for their new home and tree. Although I do hate thinking of them as older and not living with me for the rest of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;Then they make a ginger bread house, I think they have more fun eating the goodies that go on the house rather then decorating it. I'm pretty sure the icing is their favorite. Because we usually go through a whole tub of it while we decorate. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416363215070349314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SyrJpaDCyAI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/W4scR1VX7AA/s320/Moms+Card+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416363221508970802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SyrJpyCIWTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/rq2IY32un9s/s320/Moms+Card+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like to take the kids out to look at all the beautiful lights , Daniel gets to go along even though this is the least favorite part for him. Candy cane lane is a must to drive past and look. One of these days I'll talk Daniel into putting lights on our home or at least have him help me put them up. As for now we will enjoy every one else's lights.&lt;br /&gt;I try to take the kids to see Santa so they can give him their lists , but as time passes they have begun to think they are too big for that scene. So they usually write him a letter and we send it off to him.&lt;br /&gt;We also take the kids out shopping for Christmas presents for one another. I take one of the boys with me and Daniel takes the other. I think they enjoy this the most because each year we start the shopping earlier and earlier. They get a budget of how much they can spend and use every last penny of it too. They get to wrap these presents as well.&lt;br /&gt;They love watching Christmas movies with us, so we watch one every night starting from the first week in December until Christmas Eve. My favorite is Polar Express, and Christmas Story. But really I love them all.&lt;br /&gt;Bradley's is Christmas Story and Dustin's is Grinch ( the one with Jim Carey).&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas day we unwrap our presents to one another and enjoy them for a little while, then hop in the hot tub to warm up. At about 9 or so we head out to my mother in laws first to unwrap gifts with every one there. Then after we have visited for a moment or so we head to my moms to unwrap gifts and eat a wonderful Christmas dinner with all of them. If we are lucky and the weather is nice we usually make it home in time to relax before bed and enjoy all the things we got.&lt;br /&gt;I think Christmas is my favorite time of year , not just because of the gifts, but because of all the time we get to spend with our families. As years pass it's nice to see our traditions grow.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416363231665666018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SyrJqX3rN-I/AAAAAAAAAVg/BELdackNn80/s320/Moms+Card+057.JPG" border="0" /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-8728131021750315779?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/8728131021750315779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=8728131021750315779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/8728131021750315779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/8728131021750315779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-christmas-traditions.html' title='Our Christmas Traditions!'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SyrJo-4PypI/AAAAAAAAAVI/LbSBtmrc4GE/s72-c/Moms+Card+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-7669288715134752756</id><published>2009-11-11T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T11:07:16.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veterans Day</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to take a moment and thank all of those who have served , and still serving for our country.&lt;br /&gt;Today my youngest son talked me into going to the school so I could hear him sing to the Veterans , he really didn't have to do much talking . So at 10 A.M. I went to the school to watch the 21 gun salute and hear the kids sing to the veterans. It was a tearful event. The kids aren't sure what they are thanking the Veterans for but they knew it was something special because most of the adults attending had a tear in the eye or running down their cheeks. There are 3 teachers I know of for sure who have some one serving right now and many who know some one who has served. I personally know of a few and I am so thankful for them to be willing to risk their lives to keep our country free and able to enjoy the many things we take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say THANK YOU one more time , I couldn't ask for a better place to raise my kids and live my life and that wouldn't be possible without the people in the Military, Navy, Marines, and Air Force (if I'm missing any other division I'm sorry). Happy Veterans Day . Don't forget to thank them for all they have done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-7669288715134752756?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/7669288715134752756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=7669288715134752756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/7669288715134752756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/7669288715134752756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/11/veterans-day.html' title='Veterans Day'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-2270988233545868308</id><published>2009-11-10T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:50:43.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma and Grandpa Hahns Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S0eMhiOuLJI/AAAAAAAAAXI/BwnHWS8NYdg/s1600-h/2009+282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424458783943175314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S0eMhiOuLJI/AAAAAAAAAXI/BwnHWS8NYdg/s320/2009+282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is catch up more so then not, because I've become negligent to update my blog these days, even though I always mean to do so.&lt;br /&gt;The last week of October we were surprised with a visit we knew was coming but wasn't sure exactly when , by Grandma and Grandpa Hahn. They live in South Dakota and mean the world to Daniel so of course they mean lots to us as well. Although the kids rarely get to see them they still always love their visits and the time we get to spend with them.&lt;br /&gt;They arrived on a Wednesday and left on Saturday which was Halloween, not a long visit but enough time to visit and get to know whats going on in each others lives.&lt;br /&gt;We ate dinner with them a few times , I got to cook for them which is amazing because they always want to go out to eat. Grandma helped me cook and we enjoyed talking and catching up as we cooked. Grandpa helped Daniel out in the garage doing whatever it is guys do out there ha ha. The boys always get to swim in the hotel pool that the Grandparents stay in so we took them to swim and have fun. They absolutely love that part because they usually get the pool all to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;We were sad to see them go but we thoroughly enjoyed their visit and can't wait for the next. Although we were told it's our turn to make the visit over there. So we will see when the next visit will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-2270988233545868308?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/2270988233545868308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=2270988233545868308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/2270988233545868308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/2270988233545868308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/11/grandma-and-grandpa-hahns-visit.html' title='Grandma and Grandpa Hahns Visit'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/S0eMhiOuLJI/AAAAAAAAAXI/BwnHWS8NYdg/s72-c/2009+282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-7994844233807885717</id><published>2009-11-05T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:59:00.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&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 year for Halloween we had a blast as always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday before Halloween the school carnival was put on and we took the kids to have fun. More to support the school and help raise money on our part but the kids enjoyed themselves. It was a long night really because it seems like the tickets never get used up fast enough, but thats because all of the screaming kids every where. He He.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bradley was a football player also known as himself, and Dustin was frankenstien for the carnival he went without the green face paint. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on Halloween we took the kids out trick or treating in my mother in laws neighorhood. We also got to take my nephew with us because his mommy didn't get off work until later. All three boys ran the whole time and wore themselves out pretty quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After trick or treating we headed to my moms house for her birthday party. We had pizza , and cake n ice cream. We got to see my other two cuties there as well. Logyn n Shy were so cute in their costumes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it was late and bed time we took the kids home and got them ready for bed then Daniel n I headed out for the big peoples party . We more then enjoyed ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dustin in the truck headed to the carnival&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400751108099783282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SvNShLaVunI/AAAAAAAAAUI/x95y7MdTzJk/s320/2009+287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Bradley headed to the carnvial&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400751102926210338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SvNSg4I3RSI/AAAAAAAAAUA/pY1jMNpIsYM/s320/2009+286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dustin on Halloween&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400751117702517442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SvNShvLz0sI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/sO3BbdaI9No/s320/2009+296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Bradley on halloween&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400751124093868866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SvNSiG_oG0I/AAAAAAAAAUY/audsUtIFNPM/s320/2009+297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dustin n Taidyn on halloween heading out trick or treating. Taidyn was suppse to be a knight but he insisted a knight needs sun glasses too. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400751127647457602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SvNSiUO3kUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/qOC8TcLl2RA/s320/2009+301.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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom blowing her candles out with the help of the grand kids. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400755794373433026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SvNWx9JC1sI/AAAAAAAAAVA/5AfgugE-Fds/s320/2009+314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I may have decided to dress up with alittle make up too... lol &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400755785724493794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SvNWxc6-f-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/Ow0sV6KUphs/s320/2009+302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Logyn was a transformer and again he thought he needed sunglasses too.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400755767668981650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SvNWwZqNP5I/AAAAAAAAAUo/hK3M0ZHP5a8/s320/2009+309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Shyann she was a princess bat.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400755774977709778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SvNWw04vltI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Et3G1VOhAQ8/s320/2009+307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-7994844233807885717?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/7994844233807885717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=7994844233807885717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/7994844233807885717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/7994844233807885717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SvNShLaVunI/AAAAAAAAAUI/x95y7MdTzJk/s72-c/2009+287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-3347735163199670041</id><published>2009-10-12T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T14:37:30.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Plane Ride.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391829153205652066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/StOgDDZrCmI/AAAAAAAAATY/02p8lish5kA/s320/summer+n+fall+2009+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This weekend my husband and I took our boys up to Driggs for their first time riding in an airplane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Airport in Driggs had a grand reopening ( for their run way), this weekend and they were letting kids 6-13 years old ride in the planes for free. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My boys were so excited to get to do this. Dustin wasn't too excited once he got there and seen the planes and was insisting we NOT send him up in the plane, but we couldn't let him pass this opportunity up. It took me til I was 26 years old to take my first plane ride. So at 7 and 10 I think they were pretty damn lucky. Once they started announcing names to go up we realised Bradley and Dustin wouldn't be going together on the same plane. All we could think was damn it. Bradley was all gong ho to ride, he was stoked , but Dustin well like I said before he REALLY didn't wanna go. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well we sent them up on their ways , expecting a fit from Dustin but he was a good sport and went any ways. They were in the air for 20 minutes then back down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bradley was the first one off his plane and was smiling from ear to ear, he absolutely loved it and wanted to go for longer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then Dustin got off the plane , when we first saw him we were assuming he didn't enjoy it because there was no smile what so ever on his face, but as he got closer to us he began to smile from ear to ear, the first words out of his mouth was "thank you for making me go I LOVED IT"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. If I was thinking I would of let them take my camera up but of course I missed that opportunity. Oh well maybe next time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;At least now they can say they've been in an airplane for FREE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is Dustin's Plane&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391829171705056562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/StOgEIURjTI/AAAAAAAAATo/SvvjuEYGcfM/s320/summer+n+fall+2009+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391829194975233218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/StOgFfAURMI/AAAAAAAAAT4/daA-6nxNRPw/s320/summer+n+fall+2009+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is Bradleys plane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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_5391829162751591266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/StOgDm9mg2I/AAAAAAAAATg/zo4AqVcix28/s320/summer+n+fall+2009+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391829183834757314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/StOgE1gOGMI/AAAAAAAAATw/7opoLE6Z0Vk/s320/summer+n+fall+2009+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-3347735163199670041?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/3347735163199670041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=3347735163199670041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/3347735163199670041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/3347735163199670041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-plane-ride.html' title='First Plane Ride.'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/StOgDDZrCmI/AAAAAAAAATY/02p8lish5kA/s72-c/summer+n+fall+2009+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-5207059723836735293</id><published>2009-10-01T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:52:39.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bradley's Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SsUkLMGlhcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XIsRQM4C0s4/s1600-h/summer+n+fall+2009+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387752303864677826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SsUkLMGlhcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XIsRQM4C0s4/s320/summer+n+fall+2009+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so I totally spaced that we had Bradley's Birthday in all that mess and I haven't blogged about that either. How dare me , I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well my young man turned 10 this year on the 18th of September. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe he is already so old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did the usual , invite a whole bunch of kids over to terrorize our house. Yes they did that well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty sure Bradley had a good time and made out like a bandit on all his gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387752272788594370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SsUkJYVeHsI/AAAAAAAAAS4/t54KUw-Zkxw/s320/summer+n+fall+2009+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387752279544852658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SsUkJxgScLI/AAAAAAAAATA/5GdRYpDqjRM/s320/summer+n+fall+2009+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387752293101982882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SsUkKkAj1KI/AAAAAAAAATI/7cmjPolUwVg/s320/summer+n+fall+2009+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-5207059723836735293?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/5207059723836735293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=5207059723836735293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/5207059723836735293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/5207059723836735293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/10/bradleys-birthday.html' title='Bradley&apos;s Birthday.'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SsUkLMGlhcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XIsRQM4C0s4/s72-c/summer+n+fall+2009+056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-6955504048365895279</id><published>2009-10-01T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:33:27.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been FOREVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SsUdVxYs3yI/AAAAAAAAASQ/a9FCJOzZEes/s1600-h/summer+n+fall+2009+134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387744789090066210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SsUdVxYs3yI/AAAAAAAAASQ/a9FCJOzZEes/s320/summer+n+fall+2009+134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yes I know it has been forever since I've updated my blog.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been so busy here lately , I get a moment here and there to sit and do somethings, so today I decided it was time to give an update on the happenings of the Hahn household.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bradley started grid kid football this year and it has taken up so much time, but well worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His season is actually almost up, so now couldn't be a better of time to share everything about his team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387747148670453298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SsUffHggRjI/AAAAAAAAASw/ub3RT-iiHqg/s320/summer+n+fall+2009+086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is playing offense, defense, on the receiving team, and also on the kicking team. He is the fastest bullet on his team so of course he is a running back ,and he does all passing plays as well. He is tight end on defense and he doesn't kick for the kicking team ,but he can sure as hell tackle. There isn't a moment he isn't on the field and enjoys every moment of it . They have played 5 games and although they haven't won yet they are playing pretty darn good. He has made 2 touchdowns for the team out of the 4 that have been made. I wish they could win but as long as they are having fun that's all that matters right. I mean he is only in 4Th grade first year ever playing. I'm banking on this kid getting into high school and getting a scholarship in football to a college of his pick. But college is a long ways out right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Dustin playing with the neighbor kids. The jersey is a bit big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387744781239612930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SsUdVUJAdgI/AAAAAAAAASI/p7D8EbO75k0/s320/summer+n+fall+2009+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dustin did well in soccer although it wasn't truly his sport I'm thinking he is going to be a football man too he wants to tackle and smash kids so that pretty much sums it up right. Ha ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along with football we have been shipping out people in our family , not always the best thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387746133344860818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SsUekBIBOpI/AAAAAAAAASo/4R4oyRt7b44/s320/summer+n+fall+2009+190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday the 26Th of September we had a going away party for my little sister Krystal's husband he is in the Air force and is shipping out to boot camp today as I write this. We wish him the best of luck and now have to feel bad for my sister not being able to see her farely new husband for 6 months. She is very bummed about that , I could only imagine because I can't stand being without Daniel for more then a week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on Sunday the 27Th we went to the Barnes yearly going away to Arizona party. (my grandparents are snowbirds) I got to take some family pictures and was really happy at how well they turned out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a better pic (where everyone is looking). But you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387744815563657378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SsUdXUAf0KI/AAAAAAAAASg/EpYY9fxjcng/s320/summer+n+fall+2009+210.JPG" border="0" /&gt; All the grandkids. from top to bottom, Dustin ,Bradley, Logyn, Taidyn, and Shyann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387744804405760866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SsUdWqcP02I/AAAAAAAAASY/smt0ih5Hg9g/s320/summer+n+fall+2009+102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other then these things nothing more has happened too exciting. Mostly football rules our lives as does school and the usual stuff a family deals with. I'm sure more exciting things will come up and hopefully I'll write about those things. HA. &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/5725568203407691233-6955504048365895279?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/6955504048365895279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=6955504048365895279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/6955504048365895279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/6955504048365895279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-has-been-forever.html' title='It has been FOREVER'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SsUdVxYs3yI/AAAAAAAAASQ/a9FCJOzZEes/s72-c/summer+n+fall+2009+134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-8042577900549714169</id><published>2009-08-19T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:45:16.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally we went to W. Yellowstone</title><content type='html'>&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;We said at the beginning of summer we were going to explore our backyard as our vacation. Well with everything we wanted to do we only accomplished a couple things on the list. And seeing Old Faithful was among the many things we wanted to see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371770855976702690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SoxdIfVJkuI/AAAAAAAAAQc/bHTnUFerqwA/s320/summer2009+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this past weekend was the last FREE weekend in the park so we decided or more I decided no matter what we were going up there and checking things out rather then sitting and working on that damn building like we've done all summer (or at least it seems that way to me). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Saturday at noon I convinced the kids to pack up the truck and head out. We made a few stops on the way knowing we weren't in any hurry to get there because we had the whole weekend ahead of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we drove through Island Park and West Yellowstone town I told the boys about some of the animals we could see in the park, Bears , elk, deer, etc. They were extremely interested in the bears not that they wanted to run into any, but they wanted to see them from afar. As we drove I would tease them about seeing a bear out the window , one time there was a dog out far from the road ,with it's owner of course, I said hey look boys there's a bear running towards that guy. Dustin replies with, oh it's so cute then as he processed the situation and took another look he realized what it really was, he didn't think I was very funny for teasing him so much, but it was worth the laugh we got from him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we arrived at old faithful we realized we weren't the only ones who decided old faithful was a good idea since it was free. After driving around for 20 minutes trying to find a place to park , Daniel finally maneuvered the beast into a spot and we headed up to the over look to watch Old faithful erupt. We actually made it in time to see her erupt within 10 minutes of finding a place to sit down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids were in aw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371770843696823826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SoxdHxlZfhI/AAAAAAAAAQU/2QLfFGBVkFY/s320/summer2009+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she was done with her show we hiked around to see all the other hot pools and geysers. It was astounding to see all the beauty in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371770885535468194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SoxdKNcgiqI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_FY96DffU80/s320/summer2009+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371770874045945826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SoxdJipMV-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-FlG1GaEHk/s320/summer2009+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371770862207067778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SoxdI2ilZoI/AAAAAAAAAQk/pggB7jD9LaE/s320/summer2009+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371773985738221266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/Soxf-qmcZtI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/CY_uWCwdVtA/s320/summer2009+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little guy was wanting some food and wasn't afraid of us at all...kinda funny.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371773991819668098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/Soxf_BQX6oI/AAAAAAAAARE/PmR1y4yXRrI/s320/summer2009+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After taking a short hike and freezing our butts off ( it was 45 there). We decided to head for some grub. Dustin insists he has to eat 3 balanced meals a day and they can't be late. Ha ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove back to Yellowstone town and on the way saw a few beautiful places to pull off the road and take some pictures the beauty in the park has to be captured as far as I'm concerned. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371774003071270930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/Soxf_rK9wBI/AAAAAAAAARM/WAwS4tPLIWU/s320/summer2009+105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371774011137814578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SoxgAJOLcDI/AAAAAAAAARU/eZLna-N90U0/s320/summer2009+110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We also saw a few elk grazing in the long grass by the river.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371777149193505746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/Soxi2zY9S9I/AAAAAAAAARk/x2_5YGKe2Gc/s320/summer2009+141.JPG" border="0" /&gt; After making a few stops and getting snowed on , &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371774021074774850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SoxgAuPVa0I/AAAAAAAAARc/hpQzsKed0TQ/s320/summer2009+131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yes I said SNOWED, we made it in time to eat dinner. The food was something to be desired but we won't post anything negative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner we made the drive back home. We decided on the way to check out Mesa Falls. Daniel and I never realized how close it is to home.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371777158546698738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/Soxi3WO7sfI/AAAAAAAAARs/khdoNuhKB7s/s320/summer2009+158.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It was so beautiful we couldn't believe we hadn't been there sooner. We will be revisiting though because we only seen the upper falls and not the lower, because the sun had went down while we were checking out the upper falls and we decided it would be safer to make that trip in the day light being as there are bears in that country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all it was a wonderful trip and so nice to be out as a family, we will be exploring more of our backyard because although we knew we lived in a beautiful place we didn't realize how beautiful it really was. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371777168580189458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/Soxi37nGnRI/AAAAAAAAAR0/8-h1SfvDTzE/s320/summer2009+180.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;/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/5725568203407691233-8042577900549714169?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/8042577900549714169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=8042577900549714169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/8042577900549714169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/8042577900549714169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally-we-went-to-w-yellowstone.html' title='Finally we went to W. Yellowstone'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SoxdIfVJkuI/AAAAAAAAAQc/bHTnUFerqwA/s72-c/summer2009+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-8148182881147142300</id><published>2009-07-29T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:12:10.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slip n Slide kinda Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These past few days have been so warm here , not that I am complaining but it's left us trying to find ways to cool ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the other day I bought a slip n slide for the kids to play on, it was the best investment this summer and cheapest as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I invited my sister over and we had a cousin day and hung out. It was 100 degrees and it was time to cool off. So we got it out hooked it up and enjoyed the fun that came with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bradley and Dustin loved having the water turned up to the max but the younger ones didn't like it too much. So we improvised and turned it half way up and then Logyn and Taidyn enjoyed it. Miss Shyann didn't care too much for the cold water but she thought it was funny to watch the boys run and splash in the water.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363992007234065538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SnC6T5k4lII/AAAAAAAAAQE/52n_hBPCK7c/s320/summer2009+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363992001767472738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SnC6TlNi_mI/AAAAAAAAAP8/5C_Zs8K24qY/s320/summer2009+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363991998760547074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SnC6TaAo8wI/AAAAAAAAAP0/0wNe66hFsZ4/s320/summer2009+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363991988848958642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SnC6S1FiHLI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2IBnYJ_xICc/s320/summer2009+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363992637963087202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SnC64nOZrWI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CR_ghYSkpM8/s320/summer2009+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fun way to cool off without going to the spray park and fighting the crowds. Although that is fun sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been really enjoying our summer even though we haven't been many places. Sometimes I guess home is just the place to be.&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/5725568203407691233-8148182881147142300?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/8148182881147142300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=8148182881147142300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/8148182881147142300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/8148182881147142300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/07/slip-n-slide-kinda-day.html' title='Slip n Slide kinda Day'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SnC6T5k4lII/AAAAAAAAAQE/52n_hBPCK7c/s72-c/summer2009+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-8680059670365278884</id><published>2009-07-15T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:03:50.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend we went camping finally some time out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;We went with my father in law and his girlfriend and her kids, she also had her mom and dad there as well. It was a fun time. The kids really enjoyed it. Our intentions were to only stay one night but we ended up staying the whole weekend and coming back on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Although the place wasn't what we usually enjoy it was a good secluded place to be. The kids swam in the creek (with life jackets) it was so deep in spots that even I couldn't touch. But they had a blast in fact they stand in it all day Saturday. Then later in the evening when it got cold they for the first time ever rode a horse. Dustin went on an hour ride on a lovely sweet old horse named Foxy she was such a good horse.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358793628765726178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/Sl5Cacs1JeI/AAAAAAAAAPc/sy5KLo8AiZU/s320/summer2009+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Dustin loved it when he came back to camp he was grinning from ear to ear enjoying every last second. Bradley got to go on a ride on Foxy for 20 minutes or so and wasn't so sure he enjoyed it as much as he thought he would. In fact he told me he'd rather stick with a dirt bike then the horse, not that she was bad just not something he felt comfortable doing. Dustin the next day asked if I would buy him a horse of his own. I said no way in hell. :) Then he proceeded to tell me that when he gets older he'll buy his own horse , because when he is 18 I can't tell him no. Lil stinker. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358793640754765618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/Sl5CbJXPXzI/AAAAAAAAAPk/u5XENzQhhk4/s320/summer2009+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its always nice to sit around a campfire and enjoy the quietness as we sleep. I always enjoy a good weekend out camping. Now we are just waiting for the next adventure.&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/5725568203407691233-8680059670365278884?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/8680059670365278884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=8680059670365278884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/8680059670365278884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/8680059670365278884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/07/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/Sl5Cacs1JeI/AAAAAAAAAPc/sy5KLo8AiZU/s72-c/summer2009+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-6777860048711559596</id><published>2009-07-07T15:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:22:33.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2009</title><content type='html'>&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;This post is just some random pictures from the past couple months because I've been slacking on my postings. I'm horrible I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My nephew Taidyn on our go cart He has the best imagination he was at "donalds" ordering fries and a milk and a burger. He he.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355856783336628754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SlPTXi6lYhI/AAAAAAAAAOU/vGF4VXp-HkM/s320/phone+pics+053.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;Miss Shyann my niece playing at her house with her cousins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355856828155497106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SlPTaJ4PCpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/oET2G1kKR8o/s320/phone+pics+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355856815079081170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SlPTZZKkxNI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7KU5YpFpp0U/s320/phone+pics+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My nephew Logyn for his birthday in May , yes he loves the Dew.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355856822629050626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SlPTZ1SoKQI/AAAAAAAAAOs/LTu3z3ky98Q/s320/phone+pics+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Bradley dressed up for riding.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355856818531588114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SlPTZmBt2BI/AAAAAAAAAOk/dAPNtBnPXkM/s320/phone+pics+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dustin wearing his dads hardhat after riding his dirtbike all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The River this year has been extremely high because of all the rain we've had the last couple months.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355858890984024482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SlPVSOg4aaI/AAAAAAAAAPE/GWRSw-71g6w/s320/phone+pics+092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355858883989813746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SlPVR0dVOfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/fAAdLZhhlvA/s320/phone+pics+087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is my father in laws ranch where his hay field is it's horribly high here. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355858893321875490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SlPVSXORMCI/AAAAAAAAAPM/HC71vVSLrdE/s320/phone+pics+090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I liked the way this picture turned out , it's Daniel taking a picture of the field as I took a picture of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-6777860048711559596?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/6777860048711559596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=6777860048711559596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/6777860048711559596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/6777860048711559596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-2009.html' title='Summer 2009'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SlPTXi6lYhI/AAAAAAAAAOU/vGF4VXp-HkM/s72-c/phone+pics+053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-8717348961988804071</id><published>2009-07-07T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:53:37.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th,2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&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;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355853511969151282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SlPQZIHzGTI/AAAAAAAAAN0/niHnPeaBLSY/s320/summer+2009+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For this 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; of July we wanted to do something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; from our usual , going to the parade in Idaho Falls and fighting the crazy crowd, hanging out around the house, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BBQ&lt;/span&gt; for the fireworks. Although those things are always fun we need a change of pace from the house.&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Leadore&lt;/span&gt;, you may ask why there? But in our defense it sounded like a reasonable place to be. Daniel has family up there, his dad has a cabin up there, and a few of our really good friends are from there, they were all going too. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355853496499091154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SlPQYOfcttI/AAAAAAAAANs/i4Y7hLy-Kv8/s320/summer+2009+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355853481522927074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SlPQXWs2leI/AAAAAAAAANk/upgNSrctB6g/s320/summer+2009+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we headed on our 2 hour drive pulling the camper on Friday the 3rd. The drive was beautiful because of all the rain we've had this last month. Usually it's sagebrush and burnt up brush but it was all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lushes&lt;/span&gt; and green. We arrived just in time to see his uncle's derby car ready to be painted. It was a sight to see I will say. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355853515663601618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SlPQZV4n79I/AAAAAAAAAN8/5I4wO7v41QI/s320/summer+2009+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was an old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;station wagon&lt;/span&gt; with the wood paneling and everything. Daniel was kinda stoked to see it and be able to help work on last minute details, because for the derby race he got to be in the pit crew.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we woke up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fairly&lt;/span&gt; early for us on a Saturday and walked across the street to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fire station&lt;/span&gt; to enjoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Leadores&lt;/span&gt; big breakfast for the community. It was amazing to see all the people there considering the population of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Leadore&lt;/span&gt; is only 90. Yes you read right 90. I think on the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; their population grows 3 times it's normal size. After enjoying a big cheap breakfast , we walked around the town and checked things out, talking to every one we knew on the way.&lt;br /&gt;At noon they had their parade and I'll tell you, I'd way rather go there then Idaho Falls if I were a kid. The parade isn't long just 15 to 20 minutes but they threw so much candy out that the kids didn't even get it all picked up. Bradley and Dustin made out pretty good bringing home a huge grocery sack of candy. After a few drinks and talking and relaxing we headed over to load up the derby car for the event.&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Salmon ,with our DD mind you. It was a long night but very interesting considering I've never been to a demolition derby before.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355853529551297042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SlPQaJntWhI/AAAAAAAAAOE/7eqEQFoTFY8/s320/summer+2009+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We saw cars bashed in and tore up , cars that caught on fire and smoke like no tomorrow, because the radiators were munched up. I couldn't imagine being in that car, as others came full throttle across the arena and rear end you or smash into you full force head on. The whiplash must of been horrible the day after. But there was lots of cheers for the event. It was awesome I must say. Poor Daniel didn't get to watch much but he was thrilled to be able to work fast and make some thing that was smashed to pieces work again. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355854787806922626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SlPRjY_Oh4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/IzphdMv93t8/s320/summer+2009+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the derby we weren't able to enjoy the fireworks but the kids weren't too distraught about it because boys will be boys and they really enjoyed the bashing and trashing.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we just sat around and enjoyed every ones company then headed home to the in laws picking kids up for the movies then a pizza and beer to end the night. I must say it was an awesome weekend and yes I will do it again. :) Hope every one else got to enjoy their 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; as much as we did. And next year I would recommend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Leadore&lt;/span&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/5725568203407691233-8717348961988804071?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/8717348961988804071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=8717348961988804071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/8717348961988804071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/8717348961988804071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-4th2009.html' title='July 4th,2009'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SlPQZIHzGTI/AAAAAAAAAN0/niHnPeaBLSY/s72-c/summer+2009+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-4921599970353950960</id><published>2009-07-07T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:09:31.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I know this is way late but I wanted to share some pictures from Fathers day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a wonderful time during the day and as the pictures will show the "father" of the day was more then enjoying his day. Daniel enjoyed a whole bottle of tequila and yes later felt the after effects.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355842923798163314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SlPGw0HHb3I/AAAAAAAAANE/QLiqLvD_uiA/s320/phone+pics+085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355842933138552210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SlPGxW6CdZI/AAAAAAAAANM/UZZDPvCUHb8/s320/phone+pics+081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Had a little campfire and roasted hot dogs and marshmallows for the evening&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355842937152732994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SlPGxl3F_0I/AAAAAAAAANc/NZeYz_fjA_o/s320/phone+pics+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sweet boy *wink wink* only while you are looking&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355842935542728242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SlPGxf3PRjI/AAAAAAAAANU/SpB1Q8_kTh4/s320/phone+pics+079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He always has to have his tongue out for a picture lil turd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-4921599970353950960?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/4921599970353950960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=4921599970353950960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/4921599970353950960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/4921599970353950960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok-i-know-this-is-way-late-but-i-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SlPGw0HHb3I/AAAAAAAAANE/QLiqLvD_uiA/s72-c/phone+pics+085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-3500715411021440826</id><published>2009-06-05T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:24:42.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially Summer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SlZR-RN6L2I/AAAAAAAAAPU/sSih7sW8SBw/s1600-h/phone+pics+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356558937019264866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SlZR-RN6L2I/AAAAAAAAAPU/sSih7sW8SBw/s320/phone+pics+075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all of you who live in Idaho or have lived in Idaho at any time in their lives knows exactly what I mean by summer time with a question mark. It's been so beautiful the past few days if you are a person who loves the rain and chilly temps. It's nice one day in the 80's almost then down we go to the 60's with alot of rain and wind.&lt;br /&gt;The kids are officially out for summer break and we are trying to find things to do that are fun to them. It's kinda hard though I've been trying to go to the gym every day during the week so I can look and feel better and it takes 4 hours out of my day. When I get home it's cleaning time and then we have a matter of 3 or 4 hours off before Daniel gets home from work and we are off to work on the building we are fixing up or mowing the lawn. We keep saying we are going to take kids here then there but we haven't done a darn thing. So our plans are to go camping , Lagoon trip, Maybe Vegas, Yellowstone ( because even though I've lived here for 19 years of my life I've never been ), and lots of work.&lt;br /&gt;Well we have the work part down so time to start the other plans don'tcha think?&lt;br /&gt;I'll post when we actually make it to those other places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-3500715411021440826?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/3500715411021440826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=3500715411021440826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/3500715411021440826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/3500715411021440826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/06/officially-summer.html' title='Officially Summer?'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SlZR-RN6L2I/AAAAAAAAAPU/sSih7sW8SBw/s72-c/phone+pics+075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-9080023294058213702</id><published>2009-05-29T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:01:50.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Day at the school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SlPFrEPd-6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/_ZBY2lWAUUw/s1600-h/phone+pics+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355841725537319842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SlPFrEPd-6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/_ZBY2lWAUUw/s320/phone+pics+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; this one is a late one but better late then never right?&lt;br /&gt;Every year our school has a field day , it's a day of outside games in the lovely heat playing and goofing off. Kinda like a reward for the kids doing so well in the school year. They always ask for parents to help or even just come and watch the kids as they compete for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; things.&lt;br /&gt;I got to help this year and was in charge of the races. Not the big one but a fun one at that.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day the whole school gathers around and every one gets to race , first each class races boys then girls. Then they take the fastest boy and girl of the class and put them against the whole school. Bradley was fastest in 3 rd grade of course , I hate to sound bias but I already knew he would win that one. Then he raced against the whole school and took second to a 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; grader , I think if he would of stuck his chest out just an inch or two they would of said Bradley won because the boy can run like a damn deer.Dustin had a little bit of trouble starting off when he raced because his teacher was talking to him at the same time the P.E. teacher said go so he took 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; in his class. Which really that is good because there is 25 students in his class. I think he did good no matter what though. Then they had long jump competitions all the kids who were the fastest runners for their class got to participate. That went on for 15 minutes before they finally had a winner for that. And of course Bradley was against a 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; grader til the end. Bradley jumped his last jump and barely touched the rope on the other side, the other kid jumped and barely missed the other rope. I tell you every one is going to want Bradley in track when he gets to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; if he can keep this up. WOW. It was a good day in all and we enjoyed the fun time. Now off to football and soccer to keep their skills going.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355841734089727730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SlPFrkGhXvI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mlHVJ6QEO7o/s320/phone+pics+044.JPG" border="0" /&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/5725568203407691233-9080023294058213702?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/9080023294058213702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=9080023294058213702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/9080023294058213702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/9080023294058213702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/05/field-day-at-school.html' title='Field Day at the school'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SlPFrEPd-6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/_ZBY2lWAUUw/s72-c/phone+pics+046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-6364041690091644396</id><published>2009-05-28T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:45:28.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340915836343290738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/Sh6-p-CAC3I/AAAAAAAAAMk/EcCGn9UR77E/s320/moving+building+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/Sh6-qNbZu2I/AAAAAAAAAMs/8UddN9HLssY/s1600-h/moving+building+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340915840476363618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/Sh6-qNbZu2I/AAAAAAAAAMs/8UddN9HLssY/s320/moving+building+006.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;For our Memorial weekend we didn't play like most , we didn't go camping, we didn't even work in the yard to clean it up , we MOVED A BUILDING to our house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moved a building you ask? Yes and it was no simple job either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel has a customer that is looking into opening a gravel pit out here where we live , on the piece of property he wants to do this on has an old house and barn he wanted to demolish. Daniel has been looking into building a shop or storage for all of our toys in the garage. So he used this building to his advantage , he was told if he moved it or tore it down he could have it. So he was determined he was moving it not tearing it down. It is an 18'x28' x 20' building so not small by any means. No it's not the best looking building but it's stout and we love rebuilding things, ha. After many many days of trying to figure out how he was going to do it he finally figured it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talked with a friend about an old frame they had and borrowed that then his dad had some old trailer house axles they welded to the frame. Daniel borrowed a loader from work and we went to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting at 6 a.m. on Saturday they began their quest. This is their makeshift trailer to haul the building 2 miles on.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340891680811936338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/Sh6or7qialI/AAAAAAAAAL0/CjCY0NkhWWA/s320/moving+building+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340891676681515778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/Sh6orsRxMwI/AAAAAAAAALs/AqXIO1itmdM/s320/moving+building+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They used the axles on the back of the building and then the loader lifted the front of the building and pulled it the whole way backwards.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340893675484423106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/Sh6qgCZhI8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/V4TCN8D-f2Y/s320/moving+building+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340893685807015474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/Sh6qgo2nZjI/AAAAAAAAAME/sA0RufekGk4/s320/moving+building+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the shape the building is in. We went two miles and it took us almost 2 hours to get it home because we had to go so slow for fear that the building might fall apart in the middle of the road. Our worst fear was going over the overpasses for I-15 and under the power lines that crossed the road. But as soon as we went under the first line we knew we were fine.&lt;br /&gt;I got to be the pilot car and tell people to pull over or turn around because there was a building that took up the whole road and there would be no room for them to go through. Most people were understanding but there were a few that were just plan rude and had a fit.This is where it ended up.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340912016936924834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/Sh67Lpoj9qI/AAAAAAAAAMc/sytFjEHKTCE/s320/moving+building+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Daniel said the hardest part was going around the corners.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340912011046251202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/Sh67LTsHasI/AAAAAAAAAMU/TUJViYErCfo/s320/moving+building+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;At the bottom of the overpass we were so happy to have it down from there.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340912006848685474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/Sh67LEDVpaI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qeLT7dygHuM/s320/moving+building+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And that was our whole 3 day weekend , nothing but working on that building, Sat. getting it here, Sunday setting it on the ground, and Monday getting every thing put back to their rightful owners. Man I think we need a good break now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-6364041690091644396?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/6364041690091644396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=6364041690091644396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/6364041690091644396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/6364041690091644396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-weekend.html' title='Memorial Weekend.'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/Sh6-p-CAC3I/AAAAAAAAAMk/EcCGn9UR77E/s72-c/moving+building+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-323263497409023277</id><published>2009-05-19T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:53:12.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicidal Gold Fish.</title><content type='html'>Yes you read that right. This morning while grabbing the coffee out of the fridge to make a cup of coffee to start my day off, I was walking back to put something away and happened to look down on the kitchen floor. When I first glanced down I wasn't sure what I was looking at sitting in the middle of the floor. It was orange and fairly small, as I took a better look I noticed the nasty thing had eyes and it was looking right up at me. When I realized what it was I was so shocked to see where it was. Poor Dustin's gold fish and decided it was going to do a trick and jumped out of his bowl in the middle of the night while we were all sleeping. Now I'm not sure what exactly happened and how it got to where it did but I must say if it jumped all the way to where it was on the floor wow that thing could jump. Now my poor boy has no more gold fish out of three , I thought it was pretty funny but he didn't think so. Maybe after the gold fish had lost all his other buddies he decided life was too hard and decided to join them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-323263497409023277?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/323263497409023277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=323263497409023277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/323263497409023277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/323263497409023277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/05/suicidal-gold-fish.html' title='Suicidal Gold Fish.'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-5145149774286035677</id><published>2009-05-19T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:44:46.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of school</title><content type='html'>This week has been a blur and yes it's only Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was our schools Field Day, an all day event of running around playing games and seeing who is the fastest kid in the school. I love helping out with the kids' school things so of course I was head of the racing games. Both of my boys did very well with their races. Bradley was extra good he took second fastest of the school to a 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; grader mind you he is only in 3rd grade. Just short of winning by  a simple 6 inches . He has to get his running from his dad.&lt;br /&gt;Then today I got to go and help out for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bradley's&lt;/span&gt; class field trip , we  went to see the titanic at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;museum&lt;/span&gt; in Idaho Falls. It was very interesting. The kids all had fun. I think their favorite part was touching the iceberg display and seeing how cold it was in the water, then they each got a boarding pass as we entered with a name of a person and facts about them that were on the ship. At the end of the tour they had a list of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;survivors&lt;/span&gt; and  a list of the people who didn't make it. So each kid got to see if the person they were was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;survivor&lt;/span&gt; or not. In all it was a lovely day.&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was able to go with Dustin on his field trip to the Zoo , that was fun as well. We also went to Reeds Dairy to look at all the cows and have ice cream. Being where we live you'd think most of the kids would be use to the smell of cows but wow were they screaming and holding their noses from the smell. It was kinda funny. They enjoyed the ice cream the most I think.&lt;br /&gt;So in all the last month of school I believe for me is the busiest month of them all. But it's also the most fun as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-5145149774286035677?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/5145149774286035677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=5145149774286035677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/5145149774286035677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/5145149774286035677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-school.html' title='End of school'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-7692375842699586315</id><published>2009-04-30T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:23:08.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My sisters wedding 4-25-09</title><content type='html'>At the alter ( I was crying so much , I'm a baby)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/Sfojx4jLddI/AAAAAAAAALY/9XuKY8_U6II/s1600-h/215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330612448846902738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/Sfojx4jLddI/AAAAAAAAALY/9XuKY8_U6II/s320/215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our little family all dressed up &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SfojxpoNW7I/AAAAAAAAALQ/Uh1ZM2kNb9s/s1600-h/168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330612444841466802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SfojxpoNW7I/AAAAAAAAALQ/Uh1ZM2kNb9s/s320/168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beautiful Bride Krystal&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SfojxQBFtoI/AAAAAAAAALI/qd6-HxWC6Fs/s1600-h/156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330612437966501506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SfojxQBFtoI/AAAAAAAAALI/qd6-HxWC6Fs/s320/156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bach. party. I'll only show nice pics ha ha.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SfojxDOoGMI/AAAAAAAAALA/XSX5QPexsvU/s1600-h/142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330612434533619906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SfojxDOoGMI/AAAAAAAAALA/XSX5QPexsvU/s320/142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played so many fun  games lots of penis' every where .&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/Sfojw2O7kmI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9jd3TiWj3hw/s1600-h/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330612431045235298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/Sfojw2O7kmI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9jd3TiWj3hw/s320/096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little sister Krystal married Adam Bull the love of her life on April 25Th , I was able to help her with the wedding and man was it a job. It was a huge headache but a fun headache. I threw her a Bach. party which turned out to be a complete blast lets just say I don't remember most of the night due to the "fun" we had . :) Then I helped with decorations during the big day. Her colors were royal blue , purple, and teal. Family from Texas came and visited for the wedding and it was a wonderful visit. Ms.Judy married Krystal and Adam ( she is a JP from Texas also a very good friend of the family). It was very beautiful and we all had so much fun. I cried not because I was sad but because I was so happy for my little sister and she looked so beautiful. It's amazing what a wedding will do to a persons emotions. Now she is Mrs. Bull. WOW where does time go ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(again the computer will not be nice so sorry for being unorganized with the pic's)&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/5725568203407691233-7692375842699586315?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/7692375842699586315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=7692375842699586315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/7692375842699586315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/7692375842699586315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-sisters-wedding-4-25-09.html' title='My sisters wedding 4-25-09'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/Sfojx4jLddI/AAAAAAAAALY/9XuKY8_U6II/s72-c/215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-3937159172534216577</id><published>2009-04-30T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:54:24.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spelling Bee</title><content type='html'>I wanted to share with every one how super proud I am to have such wonderfully smart little boys. I couldn't ask for better kids then I have.&lt;br /&gt;Today I was able to attend a spelling bee at the school Bradley was one of the students &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;participating&lt;/span&gt; I couldn't be more proud. He did very well. He was in 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; place out of 15 in the school he took on 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; , 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;, and of course 3rd graders. Now that he was in 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; he gets to go to district. It will be at the high school in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rigby&lt;/span&gt; on the 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ND&lt;/span&gt; of this month. If he wins there he gets to go to state and so on. But the simple fact that he was a good enough speller to be in the contest makes me a proud momma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-3937159172534216577?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/3937159172534216577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=3937159172534216577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/3937159172534216577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/3937159172534216577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/04/spelling-bee.html' title='Spelling Bee'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-5818935855987141333</id><published>2009-04-30T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:46:20.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>The majority of the family at moms&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SfoaRl6FAgI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NTWF2RnJSnU/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330601998482211330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SfoaRl6FAgI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NTWF2RnJSnU/s320/084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At our house seeing what the easter bunny brought&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SfoaReKEd3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/UiHPs5IhdYU/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330601996401801074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SfoaReKEd3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/UiHPs5IhdYU/s320/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Logyn Miranda his momma and Dustin&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SfoaRAk_YMI/AAAAAAAAAKg/CVegN5ZH2Pk/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330601988461650114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SfoaRAk_YMI/AAAAAAAAAKg/CVegN5ZH2Pk/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel and Shyann ( he does like babies no matter what he says)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SfoaQydo0II/AAAAAAAAAKY/BxxOiK5Qmlo/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330601984672714882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SfoaQydo0II/AAAAAAAAAKY/BxxOiK5Qmlo/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three of the boys at moms&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SfoaQmBvS3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8aenbmG4wpU/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330601981334473586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SfoaQmBvS3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8aenbmG4wpU/s320/001.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;So I know I'm slacking on my blogging so I figured I'd do alittle update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter was fun. We dyed eggs at my moms house with all the grandkids, it was so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we had the easter bunny come to our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then later in the day we went back to moms for lunch and an easter egg hunt. Here are some pictures.(small note this computer is not cooperating with me so I can not fix the pic's the way I want sorry for the unorganized blog)&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/5725568203407691233-5818935855987141333?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/5818935855987141333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=5818935855987141333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/5818935855987141333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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tagged by a lovely friend of mine and figured nows a good time to make that post.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging any one who wants to do this ......&lt;br /&gt;8 things I'm looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;Summer so we can go outside and play&lt;br /&gt;1The start of tomorrow cause we are racing n then having fun for the night&lt;br /&gt;2My lil sis' wedding cause we've spent so much time getting it ready&lt;br /&gt;3My grandma and every one coming into town haven't seen them in a long time&lt;br /&gt;4Kids being out of school&lt;br /&gt;5vacation I wanna go some where away from home&lt;br /&gt;6camping&lt;br /&gt;7bbq's&lt;br /&gt;8losing weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I did today:&lt;br /&gt;1got kids ready for school&lt;br /&gt;2went shopping with my lil sis&lt;br /&gt;3sunned because it's so nice outside today&lt;br /&gt;4cleaned the house&lt;br /&gt;5played ball with the kids&lt;br /&gt;6cooked lunch for my nephew and sister&lt;br /&gt;7helped kids with homework&lt;br /&gt;8and sat here and did this.&lt;br /&gt;(the day isn' t close to being over so I could add more to this later )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I wish I could do:&lt;br /&gt;1go sit on the beach&lt;br /&gt;2head to have drinks with some friends&lt;br /&gt;3go to cancun with my friend megan she is getting married there&lt;br /&gt;4go to the spa get a massage hair done and facial oh that'd be nice&lt;br /&gt;5shop for new clothes without feeling guilty&lt;br /&gt;6head up to alpine and have fun for the night&lt;br /&gt;7enjoy alone time with Daniel&lt;br /&gt;8talk my lil sis into leaving that man she calls her husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 T.V. shows I watch:&lt;br /&gt;1Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;2Brother's and Sisters&lt;br /&gt;3 Local news&lt;br /&gt;4Lost&lt;br /&gt;5House of Payne&lt;br /&gt;6Ellen lol I know&lt;br /&gt;7Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;8CSI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-5490046980278806944?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/5490046980278806944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=5490046980278806944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/5490046980278806944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/5490046980278806944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagged-by-melissa.html' title='Tagged By Melissa'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-9195973275363138853</id><published>2009-04-09T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:28:33.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on dresses</title><content type='html'>This is a update pic of the dresses we finally ended up with. I really didn't care for the color though. Ha&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/Sfol1FPAF_I/AAAAAAAAALg/CklHMO_9oYg/s1600-h/262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330614702814795762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/Sfol1FPAF_I/AAAAAAAAALg/CklHMO_9oYg/s320/262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to give an update about the dresses we were having problems trying to find. After looking for days and days in every store we could think of , we finally decided to try Treasures despite a disapproval we had from some friends. We were told they were just as bad as Harts.? But we went there and they were more then happy to help us find something right away. We looked through 10 books and we found the dress that would work for us. Two plum dresses for Bk and I and a royal blue for Miranda. Now I'm not happy about the plum color but thats too bad I guess cause I don't get to pick right?&lt;br /&gt;Any ways we are glad we got dresses finally and thought I'd share it with every one. I would go back to Treasures if I needed because they were so willing to help and get things right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-9195973275363138853?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/9195973275363138853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=9195973275363138853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/9195973275363138853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/9195973275363138853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/04/update-on-dresses.html' title='Update on dresses'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/Sfol1FPAF_I/AAAAAAAAALg/CklHMO_9oYg/s72-c/262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-7780487347530294144</id><published>2009-03-31T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:20:15.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chivlary</title><content type='html'>Yes it's true chilvary may not be died after all.&lt;br /&gt;   I wanted to share with any one who wanted to read this , there are a few men out there who believe in chivlary. I was in town today at walmart and usually when I'm there ,there are soo many grumpy people out it drives me crazy. I'm nice and considerate to others even on a bad day and I would appreciate the same, you don't have to be smiley or jumping for joy all the time just be nice. While shopping I ran into sooo many mean people that I was beginning to become pretty grumpy myself. I had to pick up dog food while I was there and we have two big dogs so we get 50lbs of dog food to feed them for the week. It's heavy but not so much I can't take care of it , but as I was walking to my truck a man parked on the side of my truck hurried out of his car to help me with the big bag of food. I was so impressed by how kind he was to help. I insisted he didn't need to go out of his way but he insisted he was to going to  help.He put the bag into my truck and shut the tailgate as well. For whatever reason I forgot about the grumpiness all around and it made my day better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some of the younger men around here could take a few lessons from the older gentlemen. It would be nice if everyone could use their manners even if their day is bad you never know who you may help and how much it helped them with their day whether you do something big or small. For me it was the simple reminder that not all men are ass holes and not all men are in it to get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-7780487347530294144?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/7780487347530294144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=7780487347530294144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/7780487347530294144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/7780487347530294144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/03/chivlary.html' title='Chivlary'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-4216469800436895230</id><published>2009-03-30T15:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:30:03.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A wedding vent.</title><content type='html'>If any one of you are interested this blog entry is meant as a vent.&lt;br /&gt;My little sister Krystal is engaged to be married to her love Adam on April 25, 2009. She got engaged in October of last year. We have been helping her plan her wedding and get every thing in order for her big day, I say we because my mom and other two sisters are helping as well as some of his family. We are trying to help them save money and make it as nice as possible. When we learned she was getting married all of us girls went out in Nov. 2008 to look for dresses. Miranda (the youngest sis) is the maid of honor ,Brandy (the second oldest) is a braids maid and I myself am a bridesmaid as well. She decided her colors are teal, dark blue, and amethist purple. We went into Harts to look for dresses set on finding the dress for her and dresses for us. We spent a mer 2 hours trying on dresses and she found THE one. Krystal fell in love with a dress and wanted it no questions asked. It was $950 , I know price is no concern when it's the dress , but it was a bit for me cause I can't fathom spending that kind of money on a dress you'll wear once ( I'm not a typical lady I assume). We also found our dresses as well. In the exact colors Krystal wanted so we ordered them.&lt;br /&gt;We were told that they should be in on March 6th. So from November to March we have waited for our dresses. Well March 6th arrived and no call in on the dresses so Krystal called them and wondered where they could be , NO DRESSES. They told her give them 2 more weeks and they would be in. Two weeks passes and NO DRESSES. One more week passed and Krystal finally got her dress in. We took her in to try it on and it fits perfectly no alterations needed. But they lost the briads maid dresses they have no idea where they are the manufacture says they shipped them but there is no dress to be found. We are still fighting to get the dresses and we are getting closer to the big day as time counts down. I WILL NOT RECOMMEND HARTS to ANYONE that needs a dress ordered. They keep blaming everyone else for the problem and is not willing to work a deal for anything. I think they should offer at least a discount on tux's or even some money off of the dresses. How could they do this and leave so much stress on our shoulders when there was already enough stress to begin with. Wedding are alot of work yes but it would help if people would keep their word and have things come in on time. uhm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-4216469800436895230?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/4216469800436895230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=4216469800436895230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/4216469800436895230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/4216469800436895230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/03/wedding-vent.html' title='A wedding vent.'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-6194262852423683490</id><published>2009-03-09T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:02:49.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there a Pause Button?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbWOI8SlQZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/3v8XZ5dEk-o/s1600-h/misc2009+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311307619827532178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbWOI8SlQZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/3v8XZ5dEk-o/s320/misc2009+080.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;When you have kids sometimes you wonder, is there a pause button? My baby turned 7 this past Friday and it's kind of sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny because it seems like yesterday Daniel and I were heading to the hospital to welcome our little bundle of joy into this world. Well actually he wasn't so little when he was born he wieghed 9lbs 2oz. He has always been a big boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we had a big party for his birthday on Friday the 6th , and man I don't know what I was thinking when I let him invite 17 friends. My house is not made for that many people because not only did we have his friends, we had family from both sides here as well. Crazy kids running around all night drove me insane, but I had to remind myself it was for Dustin's sake not mine. He had a cake with his pictures on it , and got a computer from Daniel and I, yes I know a 7 year old with a computer,? but seriously it was mostly Daniels idea. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbWOKi9toXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SnhS0T7xkH4/s1600-h/misc2009+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311307647388852594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbWOKi9toXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SnhS0T7xkH4/s320/misc2009+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbWQ4LrZWqI/AAAAAAAAAKI/7_HEYX0wo7k/s1600-h/misc2009+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311310630435248802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbWQ4LrZWqI/AAAAAAAAAKI/7_HEYX0wo7k/s320/misc2009+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He likes to spoil his kids and I must admit I like to spoil them as well. Dustin also got to pick a couple friends to stay the night as well and so the party lasted all night until the next day. Needless to say yes I was happy when every one went home finally. I just hope Dustin had a good birthday. But from now on , I am looking for the pause button on their growing up because 9 and 7 is too old already. Maybe if I find the pause button I'll look for the rewind one as well and go back just alittle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbWOJpX8FaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/LQ_IjiCQkgE/s1600-h/misc2009+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311307631929595298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbWOJpX8FaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/LQ_IjiCQkgE/s320/misc2009+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbWQ3G7vScI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GJ20E_kcGwI/s1600-h/misc2009+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311310611981748674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbWQ3G7vScI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GJ20E_kcGwI/s320/misc2009+102.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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbWOJUAbH3I/AAAAAAAAAJg/VnFhtleKQ0s/s1600-h/misc2009+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311307626193821554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbWOJUAbH3I/AAAAAAAAAJg/VnFhtleKQ0s/s320/misc2009+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbWQ3oshXdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/W5kornqaO_U/s1600-h/misc2009+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311310621044727250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbWQ3oshXdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/W5kornqaO_U/s320/misc2009+110.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-6194262852423683490?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/6194262852423683490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=6194262852423683490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/6194262852423683490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/6194262852423683490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-there-pause-button.html' title='Is there a Pause Button?'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbWOI8SlQZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/3v8XZ5dEk-o/s72-c/misc2009+080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-403767264709674618</id><published>2009-03-09T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:39:07.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel's Addiction</title><content type='html'>Yes it's true Daniel's an addict as well as  Bradley and Dustin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As many of you know already our family has a passion or more of an obsession with dirtbikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel finally rebuilt his bike this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He blew his bike up in the middle of the summer last year and was purely sadden by it. He didn't rebuild it because he didn't have the time last year. So for the rest of the year he rode around on Bradleys 65 yes a bit small but when you are obsessed with riding it matters not what size but whether it'll carry you and let you pretend to ride. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Daniel has finally found the time to get his bike taken care of. After putting much time and money into it it's finally running. We spent all Sunday in the garage putting it back together. He even was on a kick and wanted it to look nice as well , so he polished the frame as well. It shined for a moment until he took it out for a test run. You should of seen the smile on his face when he first kicked it over. It has been so long since he rode a big boy bike ha ha that he said it took him a moment to get use to it but really it didn't take long. Boys n&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbV7hNzVEmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/bFeV22iR6n8/s1600-h/phonepics+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311287146124218978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbV7hNzVEmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/bFeV22iR6n8/s320/phonepics+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; their toys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbV7d9nrhMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zK8nPnrm-io/s1600-h/phonepics+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311287090240783554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbV7d9nrhMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zK8nPnrm-io/s320/phonepics+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbV7eSp_5bI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gkJya5UmUzs/s1600-h/phonepics+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311287095887652274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbV7eSp_5bI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gkJya5UmUzs/s320/phonepics+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbV9RrOZRiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/XpOq61Y9g8c/s1600-h/phonepics+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311289078167717410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbV9RrOZRiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/XpOq61Y9g8c/s320/phonepics+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbV9Rb2gQfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6G0oJztDMYg/s1600-h/phonepics+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311289074040979954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbV9Rb2gQfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6G0oJztDMYg/s320/phonepics+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Finished  product&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-403767264709674618?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/403767264709674618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=403767264709674618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/403767264709674618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/403767264709674618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/03/daniels-addiction.html' title='Daniel&apos;s Addiction'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbV7hNzVEmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/bFeV22iR6n8/s72-c/phonepics+112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-4198426729207191331</id><published>2009-03-03T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:52:14.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderful month of March</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So apparently spring is on it's way, I know this because at 5 a.m. this morning thunder woke Daniel and I from a dead sleep along with heavy rain and some hail. Now I am not a fan of the muddy mess from the rain and snow melting but I am a huge fan of the warmer weather.&lt;br /&gt;With March comes my babies birthday the 6th to be exact my baby is turning 7 years old this year. Seems just yesterday he was barely learning to walk and getting into more things then he should. It's sad to have him be so grown but I know thats life and I deal the best I can .&lt;br /&gt;We will be having his birthday party Friday night so I will make another post with birthday happenings but for now I wanted to share the spring with everyone. First we will start by saying the boys have riding fever.&lt;br /&gt;As you all may know my boys all 3 are obsessed with dirtbikes the faster the better. Well Daniel has decided it's time Bradley moves up in size he is riding a 65cc now but Daniel insisted he needed a 85cc. So over the weekend we found a cheap used KX85. Daniel had Bradley try it out and oh my hell the little shit fits. He is always growing , right now he is tiptoed on the bike but I'm sure around the middle of the summer he will more then fit this bike. I'm scared because this means "more" power and he will be only 1 step away from a 250cc, Daniel has decided Bradley is skipping the 125 stage and heading for the big guy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mother and I'm freaked beacause the way Bradley is growing so fast it won't be too long. So any one who wants to wish me luck I'd appreciate it. My boys really should just stop growing now and I'd be the happiest mother on the planet.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbWBCfU7x1I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/BJnOho3YJKg/s1600-h/phonepics+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311293215322392402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbWBCfU7x1I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/BJnOho3YJKg/s320/phonepics+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbWBBBecPsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/yb3PtfkllTw/s1600-h/phonepics+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311293190129336002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbWBBBecPsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/yb3PtfkllTw/s320/phonepics+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbWBBi13IyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/txkkJHIIiO0/s1600-h/phonepics+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311293199085937442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbWBBi13IyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/txkkJHIIiO0/s320/phonepics+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-4198426729207191331?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/4198426729207191331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=4198426729207191331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/4198426729207191331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/4198426729207191331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/03/wonderful-month-of-march.html' title='wonderful month of March'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SbWBCfU7x1I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/BJnOho3YJKg/s72-c/phonepics+115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-423610138953319363</id><published>2009-02-23T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:30:42.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February catch up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SaMFImEZxNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uOw7kDs32ZY/s1600-h/phonepics+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306090431188681938" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SaMFImEZxNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uOw7kDs32ZY/s320/phonepics+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So at the beginning of this month we got to go to VEGAS. Daniel decided since there was an auction down in Vegas we would all go down and have fun for a couple days. We spent Thursday night on the road and Friday at the auction. It was kinda neat to watch so many things go up for bid and see how every thing worked.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SaMDfCxezrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ZrAz8u2VSm4/s1600-h/phonepics+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306088617827815090" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SaMDfCxezrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ZrAz8u2VSm4/s320/phonepics+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were going to bid on a few trucks and a huge camper toyhauler. O my hell it was a dream camper for racers. It was 45ft long with 4 tipouts. It had an extra long garage and 4 beds plus two couch pull outs. We waited all day from 7-4 for this camper to go through. When it did go for bid it went the same time as the trucks Daniel wanted (thank god cause I wasn't wanting to drive home in the crappy weather) so we didn't end up getting any bids on the trucks. We didn't want to bid more then $30,000, although the camper was more then worth that. So they started the bid with $20,000 Daniel let the crowd go just to get a feel, then 25 then 27 then 35 then 41 within seconds the bid was more then we wanted. Some one else took it with $41,000 we were so disappointed but we decided it just wasn't meant to be oh well there are more out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SaMDfIJam0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/j6lzWOAK4TY/s1600-h/phonepics+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306088619270380354" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SaMDfIJam0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/j6lzWOAK4TY/s320/phonepics+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SaMDe7yPYXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TPmzbEPrwYY/s1600-h/phonepics+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306088615951950194" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SaMDe7yPYXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TPmzbEPrwYY/s320/phonepics+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SaMDdaUhDvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FtpWeTUWSoE/s1600-h/phonepics+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306088589789040370" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SaMDdaUhDvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FtpWeTUWSoE/s320/phonepics+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SaMFIfNr70I/AAAAAAAAAHY/xgl1eStuWqY/s1600-h/phonepics+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306090429348572994" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SaMFIfNr70I/AAAAAAAAAHY/xgl1eStuWqY/s320/phonepics+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then we headed off to Fremont Street. We decided this time we would go there instead of staying on the strip the kids would like it more. Even though Vegas isn't really for kids. It took us a while to find our hotel because Daniel isn't so good with direction or at least my directions lol. It was a fun time we usually have fun being lost as long as we don't have to make a potty stop or the kids aren't starving as well. But of course Dustin is always starving. When we went out we got to see the huge t.v. show over the strip , we also saw the dirtbike riders in the globe 3 at a time that was pretty awesome, then we saw an awesome rattlecan painter doing amazing pictures with just spray cans, then of course all the other things or should I say people that go along with Vegas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we went to the strip and we got rained on the whole time it wasn't too bad as long as we had our umbrellas. We took the kids to see the tigers and lions for Segfred and Roy they were soooo beautiful. And the dolphins as well we had a porn star dolphin trying to give us a show not something the kids needed to see let alone remember (what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas right?). After that we took the boys to HOOTERS yes Hooters, they have a porchdog deck for any one under 21 the boys were disappointed because that was the G rated girls section. Yes my boys are all BOY no doubt about it. Daniel swore the food is really good but I didn't really care for it. We've had better. Then after Hooters we did more walking. We seen everything to see with kids and then went back to our Hotel on Fremont street. I must say it was alright but not the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the last day we took our time leaving town and ended up taking the kids to the top of the Stratisphere Dustin loved looking out but Bradley well not so much. Bradley and Daniel stayed as far away from the edge as they could. Like Father like son. As we were on our way home we decided to stay another night and spend it in Mesquite that was the most fun night we spent all weekend. MY father in law and his lovely girlfriend met up with us there and we spent the evening having fun. Amanda and I went and tried our luck with the slots and Daniel and the boys spent time bull shitting with Papa. They had fun we had fun . I actually won 3 dollars and got drunk for free while playing, if you knew me you'd know thats pretty good cause I NEVER win anything. Then Monday we headed home for real on our way home we made a stop in St.George so Daniel could do some work at their store there and while we waited in the truck it began to snow honestly it only snows in the desert when we are there I think.By the time we left from St. George we were in a blizzard heading up the pass. It was horrible semi trucks were stuck on the pass trying to go up , they ended up chaining up because it was so slick. Thank god we have fourwheel drive , and thank god I wasn't the driver. woohoo. All the way to SLC the roads were bad.   In all our Vacation was pretty pleasant , honestly any where we go as a family is always nice no matter the places we end up, or how bad the driving is. &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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SaMFI1fvoBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OHGS7YsQJ0o/s1600-h/phonepics+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306090435329892370" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SaMFI1fvoBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OHGS7YsQJ0o/s320/phonepics+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-423610138953319363?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/423610138953319363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=423610138953319363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/423610138953319363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/423610138953319363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-catch-up.html' title='February catch up.'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SaMFImEZxNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uOw7kDs32ZY/s72-c/phonepics+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-1267935276911225011</id><published>2009-02-23T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:33:38.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for the last month I have had my computer in getting fixed. For those of you who didn't know it's very bad for your laptop if you drop numerous times. :) I find these things out the hard way I assume. So now it's time to do some catch up with every thing that has been going on around here. I'll do so in a couple blogs to break it up and not have it jump back and forth and get every one confused. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First we will start with January it was a busy month really. Both of my sisters had a birthday in that month and we always have fun at birthdays in our family. It's a time We ALL get together with all of the kids and have a nice night of catch up time. I see every one every week at least once a week but never everyone at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SaL5mFnLK6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/noYBAWkO3E0/s1600-h/phonepics+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306077743732698018" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SaL5mFnLK6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/noYBAWkO3E0/s320/phonepics+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First we had my sister BK's birthday on the 20 can you believe she is 25 already gees time sure flies when you get older. It was fun both of my nephews were on one that night and they are always fun when they are together. What one doestn't think of the other will. And Papa well he isn't a patient man so they try his patients more often then they should. The rest of us seem to get a good laugh though. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SaL5mo8IBcI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nljhmVJStlQ/s1600-h/phonepics+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306077753215813058" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SaL5mo8IBcI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nljhmVJStlQ/s320/phonepics+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we had my youngest sister Mirandas Birthday already 20 wow. One more year and we will have to show her a good time. Not that her husband would go for it cause he is a bit of a party pooper. lol. But we had fun this year as well. Daniel being Daniel always has patron and oj with him so it wasn't a sober night to say the least we enjoyed our night. As always Taidyn and Logyn were together causing trouble but being funny at the same time. It was a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SaL5mexxuUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1VuYVbTwrI4/s1600-h/phonepics+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306077750488054082" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SaL5mexxuUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1VuYVbTwrI4/s320/phonepics+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that pretty much sums up January for ya. If it wasn't for the birthdays we would of had a pretty boring month.&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/5725568203407691233-1267935276911225011?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/1267935276911225011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=1267935276911225011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/1267935276911225011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/1267935276911225011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/02/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch up'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SaL5mFnLK6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/noYBAWkO3E0/s72-c/phonepics+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-2806588330458377413</id><published>2009-01-23T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:20:18.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hobbies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SXpCbMwHlBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YGCdB02WSjE/s1600-h/vacation+2007+198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294617346974389266" style="WIDTH: 526px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SXpCbMwHlBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YGCdB02WSjE/s320/vacation+2007+198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as a kid I've always enjoyed taking pictures of every thing and every one. (never mind the fact I hate having my own picture taken.) I've always had the nice camera and ambition to take many photos but here recently I've lost the artistic approach of taking pictures. Until the other day when my little sister asked if I would take some pictures of my sweet niece for the newspaper baby parade. I think I've fallen in love with taking pictures all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love taking pictures of people mostly specially little rug rats that can't seem to sit still or find their smiles when the camera is out. They make me laugh and I enjoy the funny faces they make. So any ways I just figured since I don't have much of anything else to write about I thought maybe I'd share my all time favorite hobby with you all. Hope you enjoy them? I know I'm not a pro but it's fun none the less.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SXo8-F6oOpI/AAAAAAAAAFo/v-09mrvpMuk/s1600-h/shyann+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294611349365078674" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SXo8-F6oOpI/AAAAAAAAAFo/v-09mrvpMuk/s320/shyann+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shyann 2 and a 1/2 months &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SXo89jbU77I/AAAAAAAAAFY/PcfWkK6mb7M/s1600-h/shyann+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294611340106985394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SXo89jbU77I/AAAAAAAAAFY/PcfWkK6mb7M/s320/shyann+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SXo899-P85I/AAAAAAAAAFg/g6pUNc0IN20/s1600-h/shyann+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294611347232781202" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SXo899-P85I/AAAAAAAAAFg/g6pUNc0IN20/s320/shyann+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SXpAJiT0hkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/YNaO6FobT_Y/s1600-h/Boys2008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294614844500379202" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SXpAJiT0hkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/YNaO6FobT_Y/s320/Boys2008+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SXpAH-zvNOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gH_AJByJJg0/s1600-h/2008+new+234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294614817790702818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SXpAH-zvNOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gH_AJByJJg0/s320/2008+new+234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bradley and Dustin 2007 Logyn 2008 Bradley and Daniel 2008&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SXpAJfHmo6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/2CbZf7v8ww4/s1600-h/birthday9+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294614843643831202" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SXpAJfHmo6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/2CbZf7v8ww4/s320/birthday9+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SXpAIShScAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/H1PqgX9tuxM/s1600-h/no+name+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294614823082029058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SXpAIShScAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/H1PqgX9tuxM/s320/no+name+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taidyn 2008 &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;/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/5725568203407691233-2806588330458377413?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/2806588330458377413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=2806588330458377413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/2806588330458377413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/2806588330458377413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/01/hobbies.html' title='Hobbies'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SXpCbMwHlBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YGCdB02WSjE/s72-c/vacation+2007+198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-4090258318021466762</id><published>2009-01-15T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:04:06.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SW9dNHDgdSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pmIKy_eC6vA/s1600-h/phonepics+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291550566997062946" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SW9dNHDgdSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pmIKy_eC6vA/s320/phonepics+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I know I've posted a blog already about Winter time in Idaho and how much I dislike it, but I have to say when we have the beauty of Winter time, I have to share it. This past week or so we have had warmer temps which has caused some nasty fog, But it also puts frost on the trees and other things that is so beautiful. Instead of leafs and branches you see the long frostsicles that yes make the trees droopy but wow. Take a look and see for yourself.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SW9dNGAuedI/AAAAAAAAAFI/E6_gR8DC0-Y/s1600-h/phonepics+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291550566716963282" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SW9dNGAuedI/AAAAAAAAAFI/E6_gR8DC0-Y/s320/phonepics+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SW9dM9Jb4OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/olZiakbSuXc/s1600-h/phonepics+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291550564337574114" style="WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SW9dM9Jb4OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/olZiakbSuXc/s320/phonepics+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5725568203407691233-4090258318021466762?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/4090258318021466762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=4090258318021466762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/4090258318021466762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/4090258318021466762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter-beauty.html' title='Winter Beauty'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SW9dNHDgdSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pmIKy_eC6vA/s72-c/phonepics+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-9075328120968371458</id><published>2009-01-12T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:51:05.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend we had a wonderful time with friends and family, although the weekend went way too fast. Saturday we started our day off as usual (getting up late and taking our time getting dressed). We went to George and Melinda's house and visited for a little while then we went and visited my father in laws house for the night. We had drinks and london broils for dinner. Amanda is my father in laws girlfriend and she always goes out of her way to be a good hostess. We enjoyed a night full of talking and drinking spending half the next morning there as well. Gees 4 am. it has been a long time since I've been up that late.:) Then Sunday we went to Papa Toms Pizza (Daniels favorite place to eat.). My family has never been which is funny to me because seems to me thats our usual place to eat for Daniel and I. We enjoyed pizza , salad and cake for my dads birthday. YUM. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290527396333033058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SWu6ovTnFmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4psq2eVHjJE/s320/phonepics+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All of my sisters and their better halves were there including all the kids. WOW we are growing we had more then 13 people there for dinner. Use to be 6 and we thought that was a lot. After pizza dad opened presents then we visited for a while and we headed home to put kids to bed and get them ready for the school week. Family get togethers are always a blast I love spending time with my family. Even though the weekend went quickly I throughly enjoyed every last minute of it. Hope my dad enjoyed his party just as much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290527391381897218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SWu6oc3KwAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TyqsJIzROBU/s320/phonepics+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290527382050706322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SWu6n6GcE5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/6C3UYlkXYZc/s320/phonepics+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-9075328120968371458?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/9075328120968371458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=9075328120968371458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/9075328120968371458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/9075328120968371458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-to-my-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday to my Dad'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SWu6ovTnFmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4psq2eVHjJE/s72-c/phonepics+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-5432675978563566206</id><published>2009-01-07T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:42:06.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing Time</title><content type='html'>Just some things to pass the time and let you know little odd facts about me lol.&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;2. Where is your significant other? Jackson I think thats where he was headed today&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair color? mahogany&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? home&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? with my mom&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? family&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? none for once wow&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal? happiness would be nice with some bills taken care of as well&lt;br /&gt;9. The room you're in? living room&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby?alittle bit of every thing I love to take photos most&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? losing the ones i love&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? same place i am now just with less bills&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? home as usual&lt;br /&gt; 14. What you're not? skinny&lt;br /&gt;15. One of your wish-list items? to better my body&lt;br /&gt;16. Where you grew up? in Idaho Falls&lt;br /&gt;17. The last thing you did? ate lunch and cleaned the house&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you wearing? warm sweater with a tank under and slacks&lt;br /&gt;19. Your TV? rca&lt;br /&gt;20. Your pet? i have 2 dogs rotties and 3 goldfish&lt;br /&gt;21. Your computer? sucks it never wants to work right&lt;br /&gt; 22. Your mood? content&lt;br /&gt;23. Missing someone? I'm always missing my family in texas n wyoming.....&lt;br /&gt;24. Your car? is a truck 02 duramax 4 door 4x4 of course&lt;br /&gt;25. Something you're not wearing? necklace &lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite store? not sure i like to shop but don't do it alot&lt;br /&gt;27. Your summer? was fun and filled with lots of racing it was busy&lt;br /&gt;28. Love someone? I love alot of people mostly family&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color? green&lt;br /&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed? this morning when Dustin was being silly he always manages to say or do something funny&lt;br /&gt; 31. Last time you cried? I cried last night but it was really a content cry rather then sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-5432675978563566206?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/5432675978563566206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=5432675978563566206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/5432675978563566206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/5432675978563566206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/01/passing-time.html' title='Passing Time'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-4110230260918299424</id><published>2009-01-07T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:14:06.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW HELL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;       So every one who lives in Idaho knows how "wonderful" the snow has been this year. I hate it personally, I know I'm in the wrong state to hate it yes. But we have had storm after storm with warm ups enough to melt the snow then cold snaps to freeze it on the roads and make them slick as hell. For Christmas there was a mess on the roads no man nor beast could trudge through, 4 wheel drive alone could barely make it out here where we live. I am getting a bit sick of it myself, but I know we have more yet to come our way. So we have decided to make the best of it, dress warm and stay in when the roads are too bad. Or at least I have.Cabin Fever has already set in for me because I am a chicken when it comes to driving on the roads never mind the big 4wheel drive pickup sitting in the driveway. I know I'm safe in it but I just don't want to take the chance.:) Thank god I have Daniels taxi service to take me to the grocery store or I'd have to make the adventure. So I thought I'd share some cold pics with everyone because I'm trying to pass time when the house is already cleaned from top to bottom the kids are at school and I'm all alone, as the snow flies. No it isn't snowing today but it's on it's way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here goes.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288615255551541986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SWTvjfzcguI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/78SDwE50Hrw/s320/phonepics+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the roads on Christmas pictures don't do them justice.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288615265705601890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SWTvkFoXK2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/HGU1QZEeHRo/s320/phonepics+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the snow storm most recently. It's been a few days since.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288615242229374994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SWTviuLMYBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rJ6t4kvHy3Q/s320/Christmas+2008+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the warm up we had so the boys and Daniel decided it was a good time to make a snow....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288615234552172594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SWTviRkzkDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nZNJPmT-17A/s320/Christmas+2008+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;WOMAN.... Yes snow woman they made her with ALL her parts. LOL. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288615249477062226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SWTvjJLLTlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/E9vi6QkPqA4/s320/Christmas+2008+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725568203407691233-4110230260918299424?l=britneyhahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/feeds/4110230260918299424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725568203407691233&amp;postID=4110230260918299424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/4110230260918299424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725568203407691233/posts/default/4110230260918299424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britneyhahn.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-hell.html' title='SNOW HELL.'/><author><name>THE life oF a MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01234242250613797477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SN1BClOnjQI/AAAAAAAAABI/roEvdy4pohY/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SWTvjfzcguI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/78SDwE50Hrw/s72-c/phonepics+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725568203407691233.post-7470880145485534510</id><published>2009-01-05T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:51:46.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After the Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SWJjf_SVRqI/AAAAAAAAADw/D0HS7lvSWYk/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287898313701803682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SWJjf_SVRqI/AAAAAAAAADw/D0HS7lvSWYk/s320/Christmas+2008+022.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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well here we are after Christmas and I've just found the time to sit down and blog alittle about the holidays. What a busy but wonderful two weeks I've had. The kids were out of school for the last two weeks and Daniel took a little time off as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First we will start with christmas, it was wonderful. The boys left santa his usual for Christmas eve but then decided they wanted to spice it up and thought to leave him a beer or two just to see if he would drink it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287893795296149362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SWJfY-6ef3I/AAAAAAAAADA/JVWAGgLh9WE/s320/Christmas+2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They left a bud light and smirnoff (haha), just to see which he liked. Come to find out Santa likes smirnoff and cookies. Hopefully Santa didn't get too drunk after hitting our house. The boys woke us up at 6 which isn't too bad for most kids I was expecting earlier to be honest. We heard them stooping through the hall to the living room and then heard Dustin yell 'he came he came wow Bradley look what he brought us graphics for our bikes wow they even have our name on them......' (number graphics is what he brought but thats cool with me that they think they are graphics in general). &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287893804083461074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SWJfZfpiO9I/AAAAAAAAADI/5GtWQHkHNC4/s320/Christmas+2008+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then they came running to our room yelling come on come on mom dad get up. We opened the rest of our presents , I got an iphone from Daniel and he got the ability to rebuild his bike the way he wants with no complaints from me. Among a few other things. Then we looked out the window and noticed in order to do anything else we had to dig ourselves out of the drive way. The snow came and man did it leave a huge mess.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287893806031454098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SWJfZm5-P5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Ay6ohGRm9f8/s320/Christmas+2008+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Daniel and the boys plowed the snow as I got ready and then off to Grandmas house we went. First stop Grandma Dena's (my mother in law). Getting there was a chore thank god for 4 wheel drive or else we may of ended up on the side of the road or even stuck in the middle. The drifts were horrible. But as Daniel would say FUN. We enjoyed our time with every one. It was with Dena Jayde Jordan and Ryan. Dena out did herself with gifts as usual. The boys got a WII and a few things to go along with it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287896531427632738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBNi0T8gwcA/SWJh4PzDpmI/AAAAAAAAADY/_L2JHz2Kkx4/s320/Christmas+2008+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They were so excited. After gifts and a visit with every one. We headed to Grandma Kims house (my mom and dads). Leaving with what we thought was plenty of time we soon found out in the time we spent unwrapping gifts the roads got worse. Four wheel drive pickups were all you saw on the roads. WOW. What an Idaho winter. The roads were so bad my little sister and her boyfriend were unable to make it to mom and dads house. Which was d
