<?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-9175080958408266772</id><updated>2012-01-26T21:53:30.445-07:00</updated><category term='mating dances'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='sisters'/><category term='fights'/><category term='mms'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='good causes'/><category term='Salem'/><category term='wounds'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='DownEast'/><category term='toys'/><category term='cold stone'/><category term='Snakes'/><category term='San Diego'/><category term='Vacations'/><category term='soda cans'/><category term='dying'/><category term='Lovers'/><category term='trees'/><category term='diet coke'/><category term='door knobs'/><category term='jason stathom'/><category term='JCrew'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='brothers'/><category term='dates'/><category term='Sale'/><category term='Wedding Day Details'/><category term='collections'/><category term='Kyle n Brit'/><category term='Pops'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>ninjalove</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>{Pops}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01369593421148650502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-6041797317013816657</id><published>2012-01-26T21:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T21:53:30.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOO BUSY CHILLIN</title><content type='html'>I missed my Hula class tonight. I thought about it all day today wondering what we would learn! End of the work day got busy as it usually does and as soon as the clock struck 5:00pm, all I could think about was coming home to hang with my boys. It wasn't until about 8:30 after having had played a mean game of tug-o-war with the d.o.g., watched a movie, and had dinner with Pops that I suddenly realized I completely forgot about and missed my Hula Hooping class. I was super bummed for all of about 5 mins until Pops, Hummer, and I decided to chill on an air matters in the command center. Hooping's gives one mad street cred and is super cool, but at the end of the day, this is so much cooler.&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jUaYmkzPwss/TyItoXoFOvI/AAAAAAAAAx8/VXpmI7DCez8/s640/blogger-image-1726930723.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jUaYmkzPwss/TyItoXoFOvI/AAAAAAAAAx8/VXpmI7DCez8/s640/blogger-image-1726930723.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/9175080958408266772-6041797317013816657?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/6041797317013816657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=6041797317013816657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/6041797317013816657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/6041797317013816657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2012/01/too-busy-chillin.html' title='TOO BUSY CHILLIN'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jUaYmkzPwss/TyItoXoFOvI/AAAAAAAAAx8/VXpmI7DCez8/s72-c/blogger-image-1726930723.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-4216680470874956829</id><published>2012-01-23T00:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T00:57:06.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FROM THE WEEKEND</title><content type='html'>In no particular order...&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; 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Don't get me wrong, we all love getting out of the house and doing something new or fun, but usually we choose to just hang out together in the comfort of our own home.  And let's get real.  Pops has a hard time wearing pants (he's a Crossley) so it's better if we allow that to only happen inside... now if I could just get him to make sure the blinds are closed before he takes off his pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me in a camp chair chattin with Pops while Hummer sleeps on my lap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vp0-PX_PQT4/TxrapprIzxI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Nx3SEy8dqd0/s640/blogger-image--750956763.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vp0-PX_PQT4/TxrapprIzxI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Nx3SEy8dqd0/s640/blogger-image--750956763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-5652428666673584813?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/5652428666673584813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=5652428666673584813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/5652428666673584813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/5652428666673584813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2012/01/cause-we-chill-like-that.html' title='CAUSE WE&apos;RE CHILL LIKE THAT'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vp0-PX_PQT4/TxrapprIzxI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Nx3SEy8dqd0/s72-c/blogger-image--750956763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-5051606534281086099</id><published>2012-01-19T17:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T20:20:17.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolution?</title><content type='html'>Actually Blog so I remember the doings of our lives! 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Wait, what?  We weren't married already? Yeah, could have fooled me too!  Anyway, as many of you know we've moved to SLC and K has started his Master's program at the University of Utah.  As many of you know we love to travel!  However with Pops in school full time and trying to get our new home put together we wont be able to vacation too much for the next couple years. I haven't been in the blogisphere and webisphere for the past little while due to life, but boy am I glad I decided to catch up today!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Have you ever heard of the website &lt;a href="http://ohhappyday.com/2011/06/goes-to-paris/"&gt;OHHAPPYDAY.COM&lt;/a&gt;?  Well if not please take a gander.  That sweet little mamma that runs the site is giving away a 7 day trip for 2 to PARIS!  Are You Kidding Me?  Included is airfare, an amazing boutique-y hotel, and a couple of those 7 days touring around with her to her fav spots!  What a perfect way to take a break from a grueling Masters Degree and (ah hem) working in clothing retail during Back to School Season and Holiday Season. (I LOVE MY JOB..... after holiday there is serious regrouping time needed.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Anyway, the contest is closing soon so if you want to get in on this biz nas I suggest you jog your little browsin' fingers right on over there and take a gander then enter to win.  Good Luck to you.... No, Wait!  Good Luck to Me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Chellor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-3536729028146944178?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/3536729028146944178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=3536729028146944178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/3536729028146944178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/3536729028146944178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2011/06/merci-beaucoup.html' title='Merci Beaucoup!'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-3837511801046082421</id><published>2011-01-01T21:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T21:44:46.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TSAB4MbNlDI/AAAAAAAAAt4/okBTvpL_xEw/s1600/HappyNewYear%2B2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TSAB4MbNlDI/AAAAAAAAAt4/okBTvpL_xEw/s400/HappyNewYear%2B2011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557444005094855730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is going to be a big year for us with family stuff, school stuff, marriage stuff, etc. and we couldn't be more excited!  We were happy to ring in the new year with good friends and complete strangers and I think that may be some insight into how 2011 is going to be for us.  Good friends and new experiences leading us to complete strangers/strangeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you all are as excited about the New Year as I am!&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/9175080958408266772-3837511801046082421?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/3837511801046082421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=3837511801046082421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/3837511801046082421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/3837511801046082421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TSAB4MbNlDI/AAAAAAAAAt4/okBTvpL_xEw/s72-c/HappyNewYear%2B2011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-6433178502161889918</id><published>2010-12-31T09:16:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T09:31:57.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Day Details'/><title type='text'>WE'RE GETTIN' HITCHED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most, if not all of you know the big guy n I are finally going to be 'sealing' the deal (I couldn't help it) in 2011! I have a lot of people asking me about details of the wedding and what the date is so I thought I'd just go ahead and post some of the details here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The big day is Saturday, May 7th 2011&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are very excited to do it then because K will be out of school, his sis, Janna will be home from her mission, and *hopefully* my brothers big family from Iowa will be able to come out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are getting married in the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mt. Timp Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and having the reception at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sleepy Ridge Wedding Center&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, it's a golf course too so if you want to hit a few rounds before the reception, be our guests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so thrilled about our approaching big day and would like to share it with all who care to come celebrate with us or just eat the food (can you say Magleby's chocolate cake?!) so if you aren't sure if you are on the invite list just &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;let us know you'd like to join us&lt;/span&gt; on this day and we'll make sure you're on the list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Pops n Chellor&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/9175080958408266772-6433178502161889918?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/6433178502161889918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=6433178502161889918' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/6433178502161889918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/6433178502161889918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2010/12/were-gettin-hitched.html' title='WE&apos;RE GETTIN&apos; HITCHED!'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-1380655391132312711</id><published>2010-10-03T18:04:00.021-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T19:11:23.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossley Reunion As Promised *wink*</title><content type='html'>The Crossley Reunion was the start of a great tradition.  The idea is that if we start having family reunions now while the family is still relatively small then when the family grows and grows and grows it won't be as hard to get together because the tradition is already established.  Brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were family pictures - serious planning into matching without bringing denim into the mix, good food - Jackson only snuck &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(is that a word?)&lt;/span&gt; 10 cookies, tons of games - I think I only saw Lori trying to throw a dart at Kendall once, and of course great company - when they weren't on the cell phones or when Jackson was trying to join the other family that had more ice cream than us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been a while so instead of stories that no one is interested in anymore let me just share a few pictures from the Crossley Family Reunion we had last June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TKkgdWKOQaI/AAAAAAAAArk/uoUXDhuISGA/s1600/Biggie+C+6.28.10+944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TKkgdWKOQaI/AAAAAAAAArk/uoUXDhuISGA/s400/Biggie+C+6.28.10+944.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523982106483376546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AJ and Carren&lt;br /&gt;I love this one because I've been on the other end of that little girl's stare and it's always right before a huge smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TKki6f_0r1I/AAAAAAAAAr8/P2V0CZ8g058/s1600/Biggie+C+6.28.10+919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TKki6f_0r1I/AAAAAAAAAr8/P2V0CZ8g058/s400/Biggie+C+6.28.10+919.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523984806363574098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dallin with his "contemplative serious" side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TKkheFcUN2I/AAAAAAAAArs/G5K6ESJudWE/s1600/Biggie+C+6.28.10+958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TKkheFcUN2I/AAAAAAAAArs/G5K6ESJudWE/s400/Biggie+C+6.28.10+958.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523983218687358818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scott showing us how to play his Minute to Win It games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TKkjPv2LelI/AAAAAAAAAsE/KALgxZ4UKTw/s1600/Biggie+C+6.28.10+967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TKkjPv2LelI/AAAAAAAAAsE/KALgxZ4UKTw/s400/Biggie+C+6.28.10+967.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523985171395344978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The majority of us.  Only ones not shown is Mom Crossley and Yours Truly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Please take note of Jackson sneaking another cookie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TKkiYmnshZI/AAAAAAAAAr0/TQjFjX85sU0/s1600/Biggie+C+6.28.10+961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TKkiYmnshZI/AAAAAAAAAr0/TQjFjX85sU0/s400/Biggie+C+6.28.10+961.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523984224025871762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet Shirts Carren made for us to always remember the event!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry L for the pic of you while you're eating.  It's the only one I had that really showed the shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TKknEuPpXBI/AAAAAAAAAs0/y31Oyt4pkYc/s1600/Biggie+C+6.28.10+1011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TKknEuPpXBI/AAAAAAAAAs0/y31Oyt4pkYc/s400/Biggie+C+6.28.10+1011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523989380033240082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad teaching Son how to play baseball... Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TKklKL2-WwI/AAAAAAAAAsM/UR6ZkUKLgqc/s1600/Biggie+C+6.28.10+976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TKklKL2-WwI/AAAAAAAAAsM/UR6ZkUKLgqc/s400/Biggie+C+6.28.10+976.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523987274858912514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A sure sign that Jackson had fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TKklhcBm9ZI/AAAAAAAAAsU/k54qDNmK4Lo/s1600/Biggie+C+6.28.10+978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TKklhcBm9ZI/AAAAAAAAAsU/k54qDNmK4Lo/s400/Biggie+C+6.28.10+978.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523987674335475090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cookie Bandit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TKkmedCicrI/AAAAAAAAAsk/0ue93DSISpI/s1600/Biggie+C+6.28.10+1040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TKkmedCicrI/AAAAAAAAAsk/0ue93DSISpI/s400/Biggie+C+6.28.10+1040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523988722579829426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can only dream of having a little girl as cute as this little one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TKkmuXDgmHI/AAAAAAAAAss/r6AozyTOY7g/s1600/Biggie+C+6.28.10+1049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TKkmuXDgmHI/AAAAAAAAAss/r6AozyTOY7g/s400/Biggie+C+6.28.10+1049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523988995851196530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jackson trying to join another family who was still partying when ours was over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/9175080958408266772-1380655391132312711?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/1380655391132312711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=1380655391132312711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/1380655391132312711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/1380655391132312711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2010/10/crossley-reunion-as-promised-wink.html' title='Crossley Reunion As Promised *wink*'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TKkgdWKOQaI/AAAAAAAAArk/uoUXDhuISGA/s72-c/Biggie+C+6.28.10+944.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-5083261678009053408</id><published>2010-08-16T20:37:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T07:10:52.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JEFFERY HASARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TGn2yvm3zKI/AAAAAAAAArM/xATEFf5iySE/s1600/JEFF.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TGn2yvm3zKI/AAAAAAAAArM/xATEFf5iySE/s400/JEFF.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506203371070540962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NOVEMBER 24, 1993 - AUGUST 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had a really hard time trying to figure out exactly what to say about one of the most amazing people I've ever had the opportunity to know and I think my sister, &lt;a href="http://gregandjesswilson.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-loving-memory-of-jeffery-hasara.html"&gt;Jess said it all here.&lt;/a&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/9175080958408266772-5083261678009053408?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/5083261678009053408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=5083261678009053408' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/5083261678009053408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/5083261678009053408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-loving-memory.html' title='In Loving Memory...'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TGn2yvm3zKI/AAAAAAAAArM/xATEFf5iySE/s72-c/JEFF.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-4545418168041378002</id><published>2010-06-30T07:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T07:53:40.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossley Family Reunion *Preview*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summary of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While Jackson worked on being King of the  Pavilion for the day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TCtIxR8uOPI/AAAAAAAAAqA/JHkGSnaIrJs/s1600/Biggie+C+6.28.10+981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TCtIxR8uOPI/AAAAAAAAAqA/JHkGSnaIrJs/s400/Biggie+C+6.28.10+981.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488560582349961458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Allie worked on being the cutest thing on  the planet.  She does it so well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TCtJ0UDXpbI/AAAAAAAAAqI/bwg1saT3jtU/s1600/Biggie+C+6.28.10+942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TCtJ0UDXpbI/AAAAAAAAAqI/bwg1saT3jtU/s400/Biggie+C+6.28.10+942.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488561733965948338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*More to come soon*  (I promise this time!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-4545418168041378002?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/4545418168041378002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=4545418168041378002' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/4545418168041378002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/4545418168041378002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2010/06/crossley-family-reunion-preview.html' title='Crossley Family Reunion *Preview*'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TCtIxR8uOPI/AAAAAAAAAqA/JHkGSnaIrJs/s72-c/Biggie+C+6.28.10+981.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-5822074213706932015</id><published>2010-05-23T22:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T23:02:22.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying Tri Numbers</title><content type='html'>It was cold.  It was wet.  We finished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S_oErrIXq2I/AAAAAAAAAng/rvT0UFu1hXs/s1600/Crying+Tri+Numbers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S_oErrIXq2I/AAAAAAAAAng/rvT0UFu1hXs/s400/Crying+Tri+Numbers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474693445380975458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture thanks to my amazing bro, Aaron. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my shoes are pink... ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-5822074213706932015?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/5822074213706932015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=5822074213706932015' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/5822074213706932015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/5822074213706932015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2010/05/crying-tri-numbers.html' title='Crying Tri Numbers'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S_oErrIXq2I/AAAAAAAAAng/rvT0UFu1hXs/s72-c/Crying+Tri+Numbers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-8119156077817024386</id><published>2010-03-21T19:13:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T20:00:17.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Face</title><content type='html'>I think Pops is sweet.  Just to make sure everyone else knows how sweet he is I made him pose for this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S6bJCp9vHOI/AAAAAAAAAnU/H4yNPazTapk/s1600-h/Sweet+Face+3.21.2010+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S6bJCp9vHOI/AAAAAAAAAnU/H4yNPazTapk/s400/Sweet+Face+3.21.2010+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451265446440279266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loved me taking this pic so much that I thought Hummer would like to get in on the sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S6bI3M06K8I/AAAAAAAAAnM/vHftfnED75U/s1600-h/Sweet+Face+3.21.2010+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S6bI3M06K8I/AAAAAAAAAnM/vHftfnED75U/s400/Sweet+Face+3.21.2010+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451265249640065986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hummer is sweet too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, every once in a while, Pops thinks I'm sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S6bIf6M7v0I/AAAAAAAAAnE/cZL5ExuF2wE/s1600-h/Sweet+Face+3.21.2010+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S6bIf6M7v0I/AAAAAAAAAnE/cZL5ExuF2wE/s320/Sweet+Face+3.21.2010+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451264849503567682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a family affair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-8119156077817024386?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/8119156077817024386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=8119156077817024386' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/8119156077817024386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/8119156077817024386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2010/03/sweet-face.html' title='Sweet Face'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S6bJCp9vHOI/AAAAAAAAAnU/H4yNPazTapk/s72-c/Sweet+Face+3.21.2010+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-7178338751959785393</id><published>2010-02-15T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T11:11:55.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU LIKE A ZOMBIE LOVES BRAINS</title><content type='html'>Pops n I are not good at hiding our detest to the holiday that is Valentines day. We hate the commercialism of it, we very much hate the ooie gooieness of it all, we hate getting/giving roses ("to show you my love let me give you soft petals of flowers that will soon wilt and crust away") we hate the pinks and and reds and whites combo colors that are painted in every store you walk into, and we hate the focus it puts on the girlie half of a duo. Considering neither one of us are very girlie it just doesn't suite us much to celebrate Valentines day! So as normal we found ourselves swearing off hearts n little stuffed gorillas/bears telling us that they love everyone walking by for the mere price of $14.99! (Half of those "cute" little guys got recalled this year for lead poison by the way! see for yourself &lt;a href="http://wcco.com/consumer/target.recall.valentine.2.1483023.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walk around with our arms tightly folded high on our chest and faces in a perma stink face about the the upcoming Holiday (imagine a 2 year old pouting) we surprisingly received a letter in the mail from a beloved friend/cousin Tessa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S3mIorNnn5I/AAAAAAAAAlE/FYw6wCajkd4/s1600-h/Good+Zelbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S3mIorNnn5I/AAAAAAAAAlE/FYw6wCajkd4/s400/Good+Zelbie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438528257402576786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arms uncrossed as soon as we saw the wizard stickers on the back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S3mIyMvp3DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/qrdJ-DRSevU/s1600-h/Good+Zelbie+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S3mIyMvp3DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/qrdJ-DRSevU/s400/Good+Zelbie+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438528421022522418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faces started to lighten as the contents revealed themselves from the little pink package...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S3mKHqPMdcI/AAAAAAAAAlc/YxFC7P6kr1g/s1600-h/Good+Zelbie+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S3mKHqPMdcI/AAAAAAAAAlc/YxFC7P6kr1g/s400/Good+Zelbie+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438529889228322242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S3mJ2sznLjI/AAAAAAAAAlU/q3MPrXZjvRA/s1600-h/Good+Zelbie+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S3mJ2sznLjI/AAAAAAAAAlU/q3MPrXZjvRA/s400/Good+Zelbie+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438529597860163122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S3mKX6D7TII/AAAAAAAAAlk/deQhSr7uECQ/s1600-h/Good+Zelbie+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S3mKX6D7TII/AAAAAAAAAlk/deQhSr7uECQ/s400/Good+Zelbie+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438530168353934466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S3mK8JdqCOI/AAAAAAAAAl0/IEGBUjyblIg/s1600-h/Good+Zelbie+%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S3mK8JdqCOI/AAAAAAAAAl0/IEGBUjyblIg/s400/Good+Zelbie+%286%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438530790963677410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S3mLOgS9dBI/AAAAAAAAAl8/1OF7doYT-EU/s1600-h/Good+Zelbie+%287%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S3mLOgS9dBI/AAAAAAAAAl8/1OF7doYT-EU/s400/Good+Zelbie+%287%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438531106330473490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is setting the pace for this year's ooie gooie holiday then I LOVE VALENTINES DAY THIS YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S3mMpnRExVI/AAAAAAAAAmM/MUmtFNrazFo/s1600-h/2.15.09+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S3mMpnRExVI/AAAAAAAAAmM/MUmtFNrazFo/s400/2.15.09+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438532671569708370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S3mM06OATzI/AAAAAAAAAmU/wMH2HyO0-jM/s1600-h/2.15.09+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S3mM06OATzI/AAAAAAAAAmU/wMH2HyO0-jM/s400/2.15.09+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438532865635667762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back Unfolded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S3mLXQKZV8I/AAAAAAAAAmE/D5TTj1sg6gk/s1600-h/Good+Zelbie+%289%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S3mLXQKZV8I/AAAAAAAAAmE/D5TTj1sg6gk/s400/Good+Zelbie+%289%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438531256618407874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just so perfect for Pops n I's personality, no? How could one person know just how to melt our icy stone hearts just in time for Love Day? Well, Tessa aka Zelbie aka KickAssSuperGirl, if we weren't completely convinced of your amazing talents before (which we totally were) we are now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend as we talked we talked about roses and pink colors and not liking the lovey dovey stuff we revealed that we don't actually hate the holiday. We just choose to focus on what's important that day... each other in each other's lives. I decided to celebrate my Love for Pops on this special weekend and do the one thing he always does for me and I never, NEVER do for him. I was going to cook! It started out with big plans and elaborate dinners. Then reality set in, I got overwhelmed and didn't want to ruin the day by stressing over this meal. Thinking of something we both like and something that I like to cook I thought of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S3lyadPD3UI/AAAAAAAAAk8/iqpGHGHLT6c/s1600-h/crepe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S3lyadPD3UI/AAAAAAAAAk8/iqpGHGHLT6c/s400/crepe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438503823876545858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm great at making a mean crepe aka creepies and Pops enjoys eating them with me. I pick up some amazingly HUGE yummy strawberries and RediWhip, broke out the Nutella and started cooking. I made sure to pick up some Diet Coke and Snickerdoodle cookies to hold him over until the first creepie was done and boy was he surprised. I though, "yeah, this is what Valentines day is about." There was no ulterior motive behind it and no expectations in return from it. Just wanting to do something sweet for the Love of my Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, as normal, there was no shortage of sweet back rubs while cooking, while watching TV, while taking a quick nap from Pops all day long. I know that I'm a lucky girl, because I mean it when I say that's normal. Pops rubs my back daily even if it's just a quick press the kinks out the lower back from a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping in with the theme of Love I was surprised when Pops consented to taking me to see New Moon! So I subjected him to this filth...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S3lxn6pMWPI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ie_aMS1F2f8/s1600-h/NewMoon+Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S3lxn6pMWPI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ie_aMS1F2f8/s400/NewMoon+Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438502955597453554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and even I know it is filth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean this guy is sweet at all times, but I TRY not to take advantage of that much and I definitely try not to subject him to things that I know will make him throw up. But when I asked there was no hesitation... "Yeah, sure. I will do that for you." That last sentance albeit sweet, is his way of sweetly saying, "Even though I know this will rip part of my soul out of my being and I may die a weaker man, I love you enough to suffer through it." He's amazingly sweet without even knowing it every single day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So although I'm sure that every year I will vow not to harass others with my distaste then not be able to contain it and claim my war on Valentines day one thing will remain the same forever and ever... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Love this Guy Like a Zombie Loves Brains&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-7178338751959785393?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/7178338751959785393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=7178338751959785393' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/7178338751959785393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/7178338751959785393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-you-like-zombie-loves-brains.html' title='I LOVE YOU LIKE A ZOMBIE LOVES BRAINS'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S3mIorNnn5I/AAAAAAAAAlE/FYw6wCajkd4/s72-c/Good+Zelbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-276642682239126587</id><published>2010-01-18T23:59:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T00:11:54.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2010!</title><content type='html'>Want to hear about our road trip to California for New Years n more???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S1Va7xQPmPI/AAAAAAAAAkY/O_71HzTg7xw/s1600-h/Pops+Car+Accident+10.28.09+202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S1Va7xQPmPI/AAAAAAAAAkY/O_71HzTg7xw/s400/Pops+Car+Accident+10.28.09+202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428344908745251058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, this is all you're getting for now.  I wanted so badly to post, but it took far too long for my pics to download and now I'm so very tired.  2010 is going to be better in our blogiverse, I just know it!  But for now... sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-276642682239126587?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/276642682239126587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=276642682239126587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/276642682239126587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/276642682239126587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010.html' title='Happy 2010!'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/S1Va7xQPmPI/AAAAAAAAAkY/O_71HzTg7xw/s72-c/Pops+Car+Accident+10.28.09+202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-5985313760707250754</id><published>2009-08-29T19:13:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T19:19:59.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs Gots Places To Go Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SpnTgiaRPaI/AAAAAAAAAkA/VdwI_9VUdAs/s1600-h/Dog+Russian+Subway+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SpnTgiaRPaI/AAAAAAAAAkA/VdwI_9VUdAs/s400/Dog+Russian+Subway+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375560186189659554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SpnS9W9ZkPI/AAAAAAAAAjw/iJvfdAWL4KM/s1600-h/Dog+Russian+Subway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SpnS9W9ZkPI/AAAAAAAAAjw/iJvfdAWL4KM/s400/Dog+Russian+Subway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375559581820358898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across &lt;a href="http://englishrussia.com/?p=2462"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; story today about dogs in the subways of Moscow.  Smart Little guys aren't they? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SpnTEhHOn4I/AAAAAAAAAj4/2ZZSrSc4wOs/s1600-h/Dog+Russian+Subway+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SpnTEhHOn4I/AAAAAAAAAj4/2ZZSrSc4wOs/s400/Dog+Russian+Subway+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375559704805023618" 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/9175080958408266772-5985313760707250754?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/5985313760707250754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=5985313760707250754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/5985313760707250754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/5985313760707250754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2009/08/dogs-gots-places-to-go-too.html' title='Dogs Gots Places To Go Too'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SpnTgiaRPaI/AAAAAAAAAkA/VdwI_9VUdAs/s72-c/Dog+Russian+Subway+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-798458815879144314</id><published>2009-07-02T23:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:09:20.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CALLED TO SERVE (FOR CARREN)</title><content type='html'>I adore Janna Banna! She has one of the strongest testimonies and is such an example to me. I couldn't be happier for her than I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the big reveal! You can deal with the length of the video. I didn't edit it so big sis' could feel like she was there. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fqp79RQ95BM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fqp79RQ95BM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-798458815879144314?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/798458815879144314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=798458815879144314' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/798458815879144314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/798458815879144314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2009/07/called-to-serve-for-carren.html' title='CALLED TO SERVE (FOR CARREN)'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-5380715243864505749</id><published>2009-06-06T09:28:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T09:57:40.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pat's BBQ in SLC!</title><content type='html'>There's a great little BBQ joint up in SLC punk called &lt;a href="http://patsbbq.com/"&gt;PAT'S B.B.Q.&lt;/a&gt; Kendall had been wanting to go there for the longest time so finally one day he just made the trip up and we met for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been to the south, but this was a sampling of what I imaging the the South feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great live guitar and harmonica music from a man with a very cool raspy voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SiqLTku0HxI/AAAAAAAAAhE/hnNn5YkJihE/s1600-h/4.16.09+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SiqLTku0HxI/AAAAAAAAAhE/hnNn5YkJihE/s400/4.16.09+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344237076222320402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute old men up in the corner of the joint just enjoying the scenery like he's been going there for 50 years&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SiqMW92zhaI/AAAAAAAAAhM/3mfmWZieGZk/s1600-h/4.16.09+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SiqMW92zhaI/AAAAAAAAAhM/3mfmWZieGZk/s400/4.16.09+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344238234017957282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the food.... oh the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SiqNYaNqBkI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FazTkNWhNg4/s1600-h/oh+the+food%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SiqNYaNqBkI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FazTkNWhNg4/s400/oh+the+food%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344239358321493570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was full for a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9503743aa5ad4e23" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9503743aa5ad4e23%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329893012%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77BD92A6DFEA51BE3F6702BA8AC4B3D2BF60408F.72616687511EADA6723A6C9CA5CFC08DFC1C2AB0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9503743aa5ad4e23%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiPklE-sGnZYFfIR5-rGI95qYxkA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9503743aa5ad4e23%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329893012%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77BD92A6DFEA51BE3F6702BA8AC4B3D2BF60408F.72616687511EADA6723A6C9CA5CFC08DFC1C2AB0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9503743aa5ad4e23%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiPklE-sGnZYFfIR5-rGI95qYxkA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-5380715243864505749?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9503743aa5ad4e23&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/5380715243864505749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=5380715243864505749' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/5380715243864505749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/5380715243864505749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2009/06/pats-bbq-in-slc.html' title='Pat&apos;s BBQ in SLC!'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SiqLTku0HxI/AAAAAAAAAhE/hnNn5YkJihE/s72-c/4.16.09+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-8128556037086881046</id><published>2009-06-04T22:13:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:42:39.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sis' is Bad A!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sis made a commitment to herself to be crazy this year and do a couple Triathalons and a half marathon. Along with her other 5K's that she does. ;) She competed in the Woman of Steel Tri in May in American Fork to start the year off right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gregandjesswilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-first-triathlon.html"&gt;Click here for her full story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343693071204447122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SiiciUHbc5I/AAAAAAAAAfk/nZu1ABUAzLg/s400/4.16.09+185.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;She was all smiles with nerves of steel&lt;br /&gt;Go 182! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343710624281883410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SiisgCbNcxI/AAAAAAAAAg8/aPAVnyARxJU/s400/4.16.09+200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is one of my fav pics. Jess lookin like she's walking on water :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343694800716859346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SiieG_DUh9I/AAAAAAAAAf0/mdI_EGc5u-I/s400/4.16.09+189.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I love the Moon in the background of Jess' 2 biggest fans, her boy Dylan and Grandpa Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343695930211783074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SiifIuv5UaI/AAAAAAAAAf8/RUi7S3AzzFg/s400/4.16.09+205.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Jess said she really like this Tri as her first because it's in a pool rather than a lake or pond so it's not quite as intimidating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343699304094136962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SiiiNHcIeoI/AAAAAAAAAgs/-ry3iXhjflo/s400/4.16.09+207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343696709384421506" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/Siif2FZIQII/AAAAAAAAAgM/SKqZCxTfB7k/s400/4.16.09+213.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dylan showing me how his Mom does the back stroke &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343697073012762546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SiigLQA4Z7I/AAAAAAAAAgU/yGcajbshKtE/s400/4.16.09+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Her second lap and she's even smiling!&lt;br /&gt;It was nice that she had a blue helmet and red shirt. She wasn't too hard to spot. It also helped that Aaron was timing about the time that she should be riding past us. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343698320773046386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SiihT4SHYHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/CpX1wdW8kWY/s400/4.16.09+174.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;It's a race to the finish and Aaron is getting it all documented like a true photographer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343698759226323330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SiihtZphcYI/AAAAAAAAAgk/twS95hymWqM/s400/4.16.09+175.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;It's a close call, but I think Jess won! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And of course she's still smiling!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343709464332717922" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SiirchRxz2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/Mz2gJ6vYifo/s400/Jess+fam+Triathalon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Happy Family :)&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/9175080958408266772-8128556037086881046?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/8128556037086881046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=8128556037086881046' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/8128556037086881046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/8128556037086881046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-sis-is-bad.html' title='My Sis&apos; is Bad A!'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SiiciUHbc5I/AAAAAAAAAfk/nZu1ABUAzLg/s72-c/4.16.09+185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-6917060745214234093</id><published>2009-05-31T15:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:37:54.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nephew Ian is like, Totally Cool!</title><content type='html'>And he had a cool new deck to go along with said coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SiL4oQByVhI/AAAAAAAAAfc/AhWuIR9Cjhk/s1600-h/Salem+Triathalong+5.29.09+278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SiL4oQByVhI/AAAAAAAAAfc/AhWuIR9Cjhk/s320/Salem+Triathalong+5.29.09+278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342105478395745810" 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/9175080958408266772-6917060745214234093?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/6917060745214234093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=6917060745214234093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/6917060745214234093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/6917060745214234093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-nephew-ian-is-like-totally-cool.html' title='My Nephew Ian is like, Totally Cool!'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SiL4oQByVhI/AAAAAAAAAfc/AhWuIR9Cjhk/s72-c/Salem+Triathalong+5.29.09+278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-2767547510862352583</id><published>2009-05-31T15:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:30:45.945-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salem'/><title type='text'>We were in Salem yesterday</title><content type='html'>Here's our proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SiL27clbAtI/AAAAAAAAAfM/d3dImwzrI9g/s1600-h/Salem+Triathalong+5.29.09+306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SiL27clbAtI/AAAAAAAAAfM/d3dImwzrI9g/s320/Salem+Triathalong+5.29.09+306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342103609160696530" 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/9175080958408266772-2767547510862352583?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/2767547510862352583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=2767547510862352583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/2767547510862352583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/2767547510862352583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-were-in-salem-yesterday.html' title='We were in Salem yesterday'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SiL27clbAtI/AAAAAAAAAfM/d3dImwzrI9g/s72-c/Salem+Triathalong+5.29.09+306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-2542619617746945677</id><published>2009-05-25T21:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:31:31.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Test no. A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-2542619617746945677?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/2542619617746945677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=2542619617746945677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/2542619617746945677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/2542619617746945677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2009/05/test-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-2840330417316419446</id><published>2009-03-06T20:03:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:43:03.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow in Spokane, Sunny in Seattle</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was in Spokane where it was cold cold cold and snowy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310285374567616962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SbHsab8OEcI/AAAAAAAAAe0/cLqcXHlekgE/s320/Snowing+in+Spokane+3.5.09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today I woke up to sunside in Seattle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310280251772507362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SbHnwQCsFOI/AAAAAAAAAes/Bf3v-cmdLbw/s320/Ten+Eating+Monuments+3.6.09.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't mind Tenaya eating Space Needle. It's just... something... she... does... nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;To celebrate the Sunshine I bought new Kicks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310279405021681346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SbHm-9pj1sI/AAAAAAAAAek/da4V-bFuw44/s320/Kicks+in+Seattle+3.6.09.JPG" border="0" /&gt; (...don't tell Kendall I bought more shoes) o_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-2840330417316419446?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/2840330417316419446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=2840330417316419446' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/2840330417316419446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/2840330417316419446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-in-spokane-sunny-in-seattle.html' title='Snow in Spokane, Sunny in Seattle'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SbHsab8OEcI/AAAAAAAAAe0/cLqcXHlekgE/s72-c/Snowing+in+Spokane+3.5.09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-5492630505925215754</id><published>2009-03-04T00:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T00:35:22.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love You Scottie</title><content type='html'>Tonight I love the dog that became a part of my family 16 years ago and, even though he is now gone, will stay in my heart for ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you &lt;a href="http://chellorsmixtape.blogspot.com/2008/04/scottie-pippen-in-house-whoop-whoop.html"&gt;Scottie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309232625251711298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/Sa4u8XIK-UI/AAAAAAAAAec/51QLMz3RFGQ/s320/Scottie+n+Ball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-5492630505925215754?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/5492630505925215754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=5492630505925215754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/5492630505925215754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/5492630505925215754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-you-scottie.html' title='Love You Scottie'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/Sa4u8XIK-UI/AAAAAAAAAec/51QLMz3RFGQ/s72-c/Scottie+n+Ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-5613201471182227897</id><published>2009-03-01T12:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:44:11.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wounds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dying'/><title type='text'>I Almost Died Yesterday (review)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Imagine being in a tree... losing your grip... and falling... backwards. Good thing I knew there was a giant limb there so I didn't die. Bad thing that there was another giant limb by my leg that tried to amputate me and leave me legless from the knee down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture story of how I almost died yesterday.  For the in depth story &lt;a href="http://chellorsmixtape.blogspot.com/"&gt;click &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://chellorsmixtape.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SarVAql40mI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NGd5cOlPVG4/s1600-h/Climbing+a+Tree+with+Millie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SarVAql40mI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NGd5cOlPVG4/s320/Climbing+a+Tree+with+Millie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308289318219469410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just Millie &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the dog)&lt;/span&gt; and Me climbing a tree to rescue her toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SarSlpOwMLI/AAAAAAAAAc0/MqjqLv2jc1Q/s1600-h/Woah+I%27m+in+a+Tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SarSlpOwMLI/AAAAAAAAAc0/MqjqLv2jc1Q/s320/Woah+I%27m+in+a+Tree.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308286654974275762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I know it doesn't look that high cause you can't see the ground but I'm higher than the fence and only half way up to where i was going!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SarVLSsn3YI/AAAAAAAAAds/IGio9a3Xudw/s1600-h/Be+careful+Miss+Millie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SarVLSsn3YI/AAAAAAAAAds/IGio9a3Xudw/s320/Be+careful+Miss+Millie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308289500783828354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Careful Millie!  Don't look down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SarS-iLPMPI/AAAAAAAAAc8/sXMwkZkr8O0/s1600-h/I%27m+bloody+in+a+Tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SarS-iLPMPI/AAAAAAAAAc8/sXMwkZkr8O0/s320/I%27m+bloody+in+a+Tree.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308287082577211634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just fell backwards in a tree and cut up my leg. At least I didn't DIE!&lt;br /&gt;Next is to dodge that power line and get the rope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SarTGWTmEyI/AAAAAAAAAdE/5nUT7_sudaQ/s1600-h/I%27m+Blooooody.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SarTGWTmEyI/AAAAAAAAAdE/5nUT7_sudaQ/s320/I%27m+Blooooody.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308287216829993762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Minor Flesh wounds... should I go to the hospital?  Na, I've got two roomies to help... oh wait, one of them just fainted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SarTL3DpSlI/AAAAAAAAAdM/4o35_6lsthg/s1600-h/Nurses+Station.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SarTL3DpSlI/AAAAAAAAAdM/4o35_6lsthg/s320/Nurses+Station.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308287311520811602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My nurses station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SarWQ3Tc6II/AAAAAAAAAd0/WbBvCse0RnM/s1600-h/All+bandaged+up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SarWQ3Tc6II/AAAAAAAAAd0/WbBvCse0RnM/s320/All+bandaged+up.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308290696021338242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not the prettiest, but I'm all bandaged up and ready to climb more trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIDENOTE:  I did get the toy rope from the tree after almost dieing and dodging a few power lines!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-5613201471182227897?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/5613201471182227897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=5613201471182227897' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/5613201471182227897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/5613201471182227897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-almost-died-yesterday-review.html' title='I Almost Died Yesterday (review)'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SarVAql40mI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NGd5cOlPVG4/s72-c/Climbing+a+Tree+with+Millie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-2937488285806092018</id><published>2009-02-20T20:01:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:15:43.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good causes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soda cans'/><title type='text'>Calling All Cans for a Great Cause!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SZ9vvP8ENpI/AAAAAAAAAb0/n7tkfaE7abY/s1600-h/SodaCans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SZ9vvP8ENpI/AAAAAAAAAb0/n7tkfaE7abY/s320/SodaCans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305081743588734610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    You say you hate throwing your cans away without recycling them, or you just don't know where to go?  It pains you to see all those little coke can mouths staring at you from the trash can at work?  Well, problem solved!  Give them to ME!!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;          Kendall's dad had a great idea to collect soda cans and at the end of the year recycle them at a place that gives you money per pound and put all the money from them into a missionary/college fund for their one and only grandchild!  I know, great idea right?!  Soooo I'm calling for all of your soda/aluminum cans to donate to the great cause.  C'mon don't be shy.  I won't make fun of how much soda you drink by how many cans you contribute.  At least not to your face.&lt;br /&gt;      I announced that I'm collecting at work and in 2 weeks time I have a full laundry basket of 'em.  Yes they are in a laundry basket... don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;      Announce it at work, to your friends, and your family and let me know when I can stop by to pick up your cans/aluminum!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-2937488285806092018?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/2937488285806092018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=2937488285806092018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/2937488285806092018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/2937488285806092018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2009/02/calling-all-cans-for-great-cause.html' title='Calling All Cans for a Great Cause!!!'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SZ9vvP8ENpI/AAAAAAAAAb0/n7tkfaE7abY/s72-c/SodaCans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-7236211256073270149</id><published>2009-02-02T12:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:07:49.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're not in Utah anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're in Iowa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SYdESpFle_I/AAAAAAAAAbU/KyyhJ_ofMdI/s1600-h/Not+in+Utah+Anymore.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298278573682293746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SYdESpFle_I/AAAAAAAAAbU/KyyhJ_ofMdI/s320/Not+in+Utah+Anymore.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friends, Family, and Tornado Shelters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-7236211256073270149?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/7236211256073270149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=7236211256073270149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/7236211256073270149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/7236211256073270149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2009/02/were-not-in-utah-anymore.html' title='We&apos;re not in Utah anymore.'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SYdESpFle_I/AAAAAAAAAbU/KyyhJ_ofMdI/s72-c/Not+in+Utah+Anymore.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-7070840106945944220</id><published>2009-01-02T02:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:21:41.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uno... Attack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SV3cfx92oJI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ilPAiuWcBBs/s1600-h/uno+attack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 102px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SV3cfx92oJI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ilPAiuWcBBs/s400/uno+attack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286623976149655698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would just like to announce that K and I just got done playing an hour and a half marathon of Uno Attack.  I won the first and the last game.  And really those are the only two that matter.  Everything in between is just mush so.... thanks for playing K, but next time BRING YOUR "A" GAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, K  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-7070840106945944220?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/7070840106945944220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=7070840106945944220' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/7070840106945944220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/7070840106945944220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2009/01/uno-attack.html' title='Uno... Attack!'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SV3cfx92oJI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ilPAiuWcBBs/s72-c/uno+attack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-1346494420575220001</id><published>2008-12-25T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T12:36:17.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-1346494420575220001?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/1346494420575220001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=1346494420575220001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/1346494420575220001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/1346494420575220001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-7784230944816531338</id><published>2008-12-04T22:13:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:46:22.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chellors can cook!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277253745897330018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/STySUmHPVWI/AAAAAAAAAYI/rDP3jwGSGys/s320/Chellors+can+cook+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I came home the other night feeling daring and wanting to be sweet to my K. Somehow this led me to want to cook! K can probably count on his hand the number of times I've cooked, I mean really cooked, for him in the almost 5 years we've been dating. Sad I know. :( I think the saddest thing is that I can actually cook just fine, I just never do! K cooks the most amazing meals so why would I want to take that away from him and make something that's not nearly as good?!&lt;br /&gt;But I'm turning over a new leaf so I started with something fairly simple. Chicken Broccoli n Cheese Casserole! I had to take pictures of myself and my attempt so that he would believe I really made it and Jess didn't just bring it over then I stuck it in the oven. :)&lt;br /&gt;(actually sounds like something I would do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting the chicken... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277603192401608706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/ST3QJDyQwAI/AAAAAAAAAYY/mjeGSnCntZI/s320/Chellors+can+cook+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking the chicken without burning it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277603520339704978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/ST3QcJcy_JI/AAAAAAAAAYg/TWuhfMkdAWg/s320/Chellors+can+cook+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And of course I had to have a snack while cooking. Oh how I love my bro for introducing me to Roasted Raspberry Chipotle sauce over cream cheese with ritz crackers! Mmmm...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277604903717176706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/ST3Rsq7sBYI/AAAAAAAAAYw/rscVgizS-ic/s320/Chellors+can+cook+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Color variety is important. As long as there's green I'm good.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277604519004355602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/ST3RWRxAPBI/AAAAAAAAAYo/38iV5O4ND3I/s320/Chellors+can+cook+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I should have taken the picture of ME mixing it up... (noted for next time)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277605249908022226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/ST3SA0mBG9I/AAAAAAAAAY4/mRgaw_40jrE/s320/Chellors+can+cook+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before entering the gates of the oven&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277608417435940114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/ST3U5MjhdRI/AAAAAAAAAZA/IJl1m5o-9vQ/s320/Chellors+can+cook+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sorry i didn't a picture of the finished product. :( It pretty much looks like the above but with browned crumbled crackers. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also thought I'd be extra sweet and make him some cupcakes. :D How can anyone say no to a cupcake? Even the word is cute! (again no picture of the finished product) :T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277255044785076098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/STyTgM2Nd4I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/taC2YVh6HNY/s320/Chellors+can+cook+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all I would say dinner was a success! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-7784230944816531338?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/7784230944816531338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=7784230944816531338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/7784230944816531338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/7784230944816531338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/12/chellors-can-cook.html' title='Chellors can cook!'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/STySUmHPVWI/AAAAAAAAAYI/rDP3jwGSGys/s72-c/Chellors+can+cook+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-7650014848702500970</id><published>2008-11-23T10:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T10:58:40.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you Max, but you broke my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SSmZgqQu5ZI/AAAAAAAAAXw/jY5ssQDeUOM/s1600-h/Max+breaks+my+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SSmZgqQu5ZI/AAAAAAAAAXw/jY5ssQDeUOM/s400/Max+breaks+my+heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271913625193211282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:'(  Thank you all for the sweet condolences over last night's game.  I think, though, for K and I's sanity and everyone's safety it's better if we just not bring it up again... ever... not even next year.  We need to move on and mend our broken, aching hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-7650014848702500970?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/7650014848702500970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=7650014848702500970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/7650014848702500970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/7650014848702500970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-you-max-but-you-broke-my-heart.html' title='I love you Max, but you broke my heart.'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SSmZgqQu5ZI/AAAAAAAAAXw/jY5ssQDeUOM/s72-c/Max+breaks+my+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-1023320670022748391</id><published>2008-11-17T23:43:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:54:13.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a De Facto Uncle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SSMqtDKrfpI/AAAAAAAAAQE/s0tyPhDmwbs/s1600-h/ian+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SSMqtDKrfpI/AAAAAAAAAQE/s0tyPhDmwbs/s320/ian+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270102942386192018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was recently informed that I'm a de facto uncle to an amazing and "peculiar" young man. To be honest I couldn't be happier.&lt;br /&gt;Ian, you're a stud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-1023320670022748391?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/1023320670022748391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=1023320670022748391' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/1023320670022748391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/1023320670022748391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-de-facto-uncle.html' title='I&apos;m a De Facto Uncle!'/><author><name>Pops</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SSMqtDKrfpI/AAAAAAAAAQE/s0tyPhDmwbs/s72-c/ian+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-7746912733558363853</id><published>2008-11-01T01:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T01:13:06.243-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Pops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQwBCcPvINI/AAAAAAAAAXI/wETpRy-uSDc/s1600-h/zoolander+who2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQwBCcPvINI/AAAAAAAAAXI/wETpRy-uSDc/s400/zoolander+who2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263583205942829266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was only a short 4 1/2 years ago I convinced you I wasn't just one of the guys and you could date me and you still rock my world!  I love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-7746912733558363853?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/7746912733558363853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=7746912733558363853' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/7746912733558363853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/7746912733558363853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-pops.html' title='Happy Birthday Pops!'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQwBCcPvINI/AAAAAAAAAXI/wETpRy-uSDc/s72-c/zoolander+who2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-3841464174773924128</id><published>2008-10-31T23:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:02:23.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQvw51MkmOI/AAAAAAAAAXA/BHev2WH-nD4/s1600-h/SPOOKCHELS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQvw51MkmOI/AAAAAAAAAXA/BHev2WH-nD4/s400/SPOOKCHELS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263565465835575522" 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/9175080958408266772-3841464174773924128?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/3841464174773924128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=3841464174773924128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/3841464174773924128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/3841464174773924128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='HAPPY HALLOWEEN!'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQvw51MkmOI/AAAAAAAAAXA/BHev2WH-nD4/s72-c/SPOOKCHELS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-4694772789438964383</id><published>2008-10-26T22:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:42:01.232-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle n Brit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Diego'/><title type='text'>"All of California and Everyone Who Lives There Stinks"</title><content type='html'>(While conjuring up a title for this post I stumbled upon the lyrics to a song I've never heard by a band who I've also never heard of.  But out of curiosity I researched them just a little.  The first thing I read was this: &lt;a href="http://www.worldinferno.com/history.php"&gt;http://www.worldinferno.com/history.php&lt;/a&gt;, and immediately fell in love.  It is long, but I assure you quite worth the frustrating and confusing reading. ;)  As fate has set it in stone, I was then required to use their lyrics, as seen above, for my title. The End.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a little explanation the only reason they and it stinks is because K and I aren't officially a part of their society... yet.  Oh that and we were victims of a hit and run on our second day out there.  I'm getting ahead of myself.  Let me start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUVonbRJdI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qkgoVRN4IAU/s1600-h/Cali+Sept+26+%2814%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUVonbRJdI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qkgoVRN4IAU/s320/Cali+Sept+26+%2814%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261635527174596050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;K and I had the opportunity, no, the HONOR to visit our dear friends Kyle n Brit again in Cali, but this time for over a week!  With it being such a vacation, here's the sweet and condensed version. :) It's still quite long, but full of wonderful pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacations must always start before you arrive to your destination, in my mind, and the best way to kick of any jet setting is with a little Starbucks at the airport&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SOjW_oBerqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PoG0eB6eAfM/s1600-h/Cali+Sept+19-28+%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SOjW_oBerqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PoG0eB6eAfM/s320/Cali+Sept+19-28+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253685353891409570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(and of course I had my standard soy chai and K had his standard strawberries and cream. mmmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival and seeing Kyle n Brit, I'm pretty sure this was going to be exactly the kind of vacation we needed.  No plans, no tickets yet bought to shows, museums, concerts, parties, wild animal exhibits, etc and best of all no responsibilities.  A first in all of our vacation history.  Everyday was a new decision on what we wanted to do or if we wanted to do anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and almost every morning I woke to this&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SOjiYnJkC3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/JLHCrQAvSks/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SOjiYnJkC3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/JLHCrQAvSks/s320/New+Image.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253697877781515122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's a Maggie the dog not an Ewok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every time we rode in the car the dogs did this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVQ682JafI/AAAAAAAAAWs/PA2kMWPCxlg/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28236%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVQ682JafI/AAAAAAAAAWs/PA2kMWPCxlg/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28236%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261700713348164082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you see Maggie hidding?  ... Yeah, we call her a freak too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were a little concerned as to how we were going to see the BYU game after finding out Kyle n Brit didn't have the station it was on.  I should have known Kyle would pull through and lead us to the right sports bar, Wings Pizza N Things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVENrEhdqI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ti2VVg5Av_Q/s1600-h/Go+Cougars.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVENrEhdqI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ti2VVg5Av_Q/s320/Go+Cougars.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261686741342975650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this black n white with K on the side and all the bottles.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVEV8KxYjI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Esn2f-e747U/s1600-h/Cougars+pops+Black+n+white.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVEV8KxYjI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Esn2f-e747U/s320/Cougars+pops+Black+n+white.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261686883371541042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the most eventful thing that happened while there was, as stated before, the second day we were there we were victims of a hit and run!  We were stopped at a red light in front of the Sports Arena around midnight on Saturday night just after getting some frozen yogurt when out of nowhere *BAM* someone hit us from behind without using any breaks! Long story short:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUY5EthK0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/VEBHNF0CdW8/s1600-h/Cali+Sept+28+%2836%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUY5EthK0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/VEBHNF0CdW8/s320/Cali+Sept+28+%2836%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261639108448561986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUYLtWRWDI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ENUEx_mRUyg/s1600-h/Cali+Sept+28+%2849%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUYLtWRWDI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ENUEx_mRUyg/s320/Cali+Sept+28+%2849%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261638329082927154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Honda Fit has a back passengers middle seat belt that comes down from the roof.  When kendall flung back after we were hit, he smashed his head into that seatbelt compartment and hit it so hard (with his hard head) and popped it up making that dent.  Quite honestly Kendall did almost all the interior damage to the car.  I'll let him explain later if he so wishes. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUXtJK3KtI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Ci76MezVc5E/s1600-h/Cali+Sept+27+%2814%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUXtJK3KtI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Ci76MezVc5E/s320/Cali+Sept+27+%2814%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261637803975322322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor Brit... her eye and Kyle's seat belt burn (which I did not get a pic of but you can see &lt;a href="http://kpxfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/1st-car-accident.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) were the only showing damage from the accident.  We were watched over that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUZRiBoheI/AAAAAAAAAQk/IyUJ7x8HRXo/s1600-h/Cali+Sept+28+%2845%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUZRiBoheI/AAAAAAAAAQk/IyUJ7x8HRXo/s320/Cali+Sept+28+%2845%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261639528634418658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kyle n Brit's Honda UNFit as Kyle now calls it. :T  Needless to say, we took it easy for the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note:&lt;br /&gt;Desert and Tea at Extraordinary Deserts!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SOjj8-AD_fI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rwQrZMxuToE/s1600-h/Cali+Sept+22+%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SOjj8-AD_fI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rwQrZMxuToE/s320/Cali+Sept+22+%2810%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253699601902599666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look how pretty everything is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brits Fruity Wonder&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUazwGQ5nI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7xDgTM89U-Q/s1600-h/Cali+Sept+22+%2812%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUazwGQ5nI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7xDgTM89U-Q/s320/Cali+Sept+22+%2812%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261641216039118450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pops is clearly Pops likes the fruity stuff too, but he's more racial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUbK_T7U-I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/INy1_qv62O4/s1600-h/Cali+Sept+22+%2816%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUbK_T7U-I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/INy1_qv62O4/s320/Cali+Sept+22+%2816%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261641615259948002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Chocolate Heaven and Kyle's Buddah's Garden Tea in the background&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUbiLkFtNI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/xzREe91fqd0/s1600-h/Cali+Sept+22+%2814%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUbiLkFtNI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/xzREe91fqd0/s320/Cali+Sept+22+%2814%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261642013685953746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you want to see more of the beauty of their creations go &lt;a href="http://www.extraordinarydesserts.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a lot of time at parks and grassy knolls walking the dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUe3-JbkMI/AAAAAAAAARE/OeCplUmra-A/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%2836%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUe3-JbkMI/AAAAAAAAARE/OeCplUmra-A/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%2836%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261645686576484546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this particular night we walked a mile or so to this little area where a dog named Calvin frequents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUfsVEUu9I/AAAAAAAAARM/DAm2nd91ug8/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%2850%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUfsVEUu9I/AAAAAAAAARM/DAm2nd91ug8/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%2850%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261646586082278354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried so hard to get a picture of him to do it justice, but he like to move around way too much.  Anyway, this pup's head went to my chest.  Granted I'm only 5'2, but that is still a monster of a dog!  And he was as sweet as any dog I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning Pops and I decided to get breakfast at a little place Brit had mentioned she wanted to try while walking by it a day or two earlier. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUgrF2b7QI/AAAAAAAAARU/5Kt4hDnePc8/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%2867%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUgrF2b7QI/AAAAAAAAARU/5Kt4hDnePc8/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%2867%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261647664329256194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cupcakes are their specialty and they rotate different flavors each day.  These aren't ordinary Albertsons cupcakes of course!  They are actually made with love.  You can't see it too well, but each cup cake has a halo made of sugar on the frosting making them truly Heavenly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUhuZi2inI/AAAAAAAAARs/uqyNSzk_7iA/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%2870%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUhuZi2inI/AAAAAAAAARs/uqyNSzk_7iA/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%2870%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261648820667058802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And look at the interior decor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUiJstPVFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/cJvmPNTfjvE/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%2865%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUiJstPVFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/cJvmPNTfjvE/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%2865%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261649289667368018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUjue9uQQI/AAAAAAAAASM/AAqi6icmnI4/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%2869%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUjue9uQQI/AAAAAAAAASM/AAqi6icmnI4/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%2869%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261651021145194754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVIL9hQV4I/AAAAAAAAAUs/BMSJ9Fq1ePM/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%2866%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVIL9hQV4I/AAAAAAAAAUs/BMSJ9Fq1ePM/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%2866%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261691109982099330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How could one resist that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love Coronado Island.  Anywhere that you get to ride a ferry to must be magical!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUiqz_ncKI/AAAAAAAAAR8/83ax3TIYlT8/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28109%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUiqz_ncKI/AAAAAAAAAR8/83ax3TIYlT8/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28109%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261649858559176866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Patriotic&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUlSFos7XI/AAAAAAAAASk/nbbjabrnsEc/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28106%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUlSFos7XI/AAAAAAAAASk/nbbjabrnsEc/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28106%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261652732333059442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us went there to enjoy a little dinner and walk along the water/San D. Skyline as seen at the beginning of this novel of a post. ;)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUlAcp77BI/AAAAAAAAASc/wr-PSVKn-eM/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%2888%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUlAcp77BI/AAAAAAAAASc/wr-PSVKn-eM/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%2888%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261652429274606610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stayed till the sun went down&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUl0Jwzo7I/AAAAAAAAASs/2VVX2RyObrY/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28113%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUl0Jwzo7I/AAAAAAAAASs/2VVX2RyObrY/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28113%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261653317556347826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUkScg1L5I/AAAAAAAAASU/0ukveEVxMvg/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28121%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUkScg1L5I/AAAAAAAAASU/0ukveEVxMvg/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28121%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261651638962433938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us ate at a lot of really great places.  I'm not a fish person, but everyone else is so we stopped here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUuZ3U_o9I/AAAAAAAAATU/rKjebLcgpUQ/s1600-h/east+villiage+Tavern+n+Bowl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUuZ3U_o9I/AAAAAAAAATU/rKjebLcgpUQ/s320/east+villiage+Tavern+n+Bowl.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261662761535906770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess they have amazing Fish Tacos!  We didn't do any bowling 'cause we had da Buddah boy with us.  And they have some high seated tables along the outside that are doggie friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUuHo4s_-I/AAAAAAAAATM/yAZKupdCsUo/s1600-h/Buddah+Beg+at+the+Tavern.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUuHo4s_-I/AAAAAAAAATM/yAZKupdCsUo/s320/Buddah+Beg+at+the+Tavern.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261662448421502946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while walking around town kyle spotted tea pots that he had been wanting to get since extraordinary desserts in this little shop.  It would turn out to be a Chellor's heaven!  They had millions of different kinds and sizes of skulls and skeletons.  I walked around this place with a smile on my face the whole time and I was amazed by the variety they had there!!!  LOOK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQU988iX-wI/AAAAAAAAATs/rT7Ns5-b8eo/s1600-h/Pannikin+Coffee+and+Tea+Skeleton+house.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQU988iX-wI/AAAAAAAAATs/rT7Ns5-b8eo/s320/Pannikin+Coffee+and+Tea+Skeleton+house.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261679856904043266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An expensive 'ol fashioned Husband and Wife&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQU9zOyhftI/AAAAAAAAATk/HRnIp5_99k4/s1600-h/%27ol+fashion+husband+n+wife+skelly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQU9zOyhftI/AAAAAAAAATk/HRnIp5_99k4/s320/%27ol+fashion+husband+n+wife+skelly.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261679690004922066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute Little Black n White Heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQU-ladUF_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/7ndIp9ehgGY/s1600-h/black+n+white+skull+heads.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQU-ladUF_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/7ndIp9ehgGY/s320/black+n+white+skull+heads.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261680552130648050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Touch!  Her Clothes were so intricate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQU-CTuOybI/AAAAAAAAAT0/-O5kG29FLQc/s1600-h/Pretty+Skeleton+Girl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQU-CTuOybI/AAAAAAAAAT0/-O5kG29FLQc/s320/Pretty+Skeleton+Girl.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261679949027133874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini Computing Skeleton... Get it? Computing. HA! ;)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVCXTlp0tI/AAAAAAAAAUE/GENi8kVfL3w/s1600-h/Mini+Comp+Skelly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVCXTlp0tI/AAAAAAAAAUE/GENi8kVfL3w/s320/Mini+Comp+Skelly.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261684707814920914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple days before we left Pops felt bad that I hadn't gotten any good time in the sweet Cali sun so he woke me up early and took me to Coronado again only this time we went across town to the beach to lay out!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SQVUddcJAnI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KH6hTpUPKBk/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28133%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SQVUddcJAnI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KH6hTpUPKBk/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28133%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261704604747891314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While there we also walked around the cute town and had lunch at Cafe 1134. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVGUyVsRLI/AAAAAAAAAUk/L_IDy3lxYTs/s1600-h/Cafe+1134+Coronado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVGUyVsRLI/AAAAAAAAAUk/L_IDy3lxYTs/s320/Cafe+1134+Coronado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261689062576374962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so cute and Yummy!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVGH7ZVImI/AAAAAAAAAUc/V6_rvAiAJUc/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28141%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVGH7ZVImI/AAAAAAAAAUc/V6_rvAiAJUc/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28141%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261688841669255778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks for being patient with me while I snap the pic K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Ferry back to San Diego after catchin' some rays and walking around town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUu-m-NPxI/AAAAAAAAATc/kh7kDArri5g/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28148%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUu-m-NPxI/AAAAAAAAATc/kh7kDArri5g/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28148%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261663392800522002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to Kyle n Brit's cute little apt. to watch Budda do his famous "Begging" on the couch!  Clearly talent.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVJRiKrrWI/AAAAAAAAAU0/rp5hvaCxyaM/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28155%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVJRiKrrWI/AAAAAAAAAU0/rp5hvaCxyaM/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28155%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261692305230507362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last full day/night there was packed with fun!&lt;br /&gt;We walked around a bit looking for a great place to eat a late lunch and settled on the appropriately named Dick's Last Resort.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVJtzV6TdI/AAAAAAAAAU8/IWcrpZTmGds/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28168%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVJtzV6TdI/AAAAAAAAAU8/IWcrpZTmGds/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28168%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261692790877343186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a silly little place where the waiters are all purposely rude to you.  We had menu's thrown at us, saw cake smashed in customer's faces, and a ladies purse given to a teenager because the waiter found out it was his birthday and HAD to give him something!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVKOmxYX8I/AAAAAAAAAVE/La0wwiA3Ivo/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28169%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVKOmxYX8I/AAAAAAAAAVE/La0wwiA3Ivo/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28169%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261693354438582210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVKxAtnRQI/AAAAAAAAAVM/HhNnxFrhWE0/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28171%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVKxAtnRQI/AAAAAAAAAVM/HhNnxFrhWE0/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28171%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261693945517655298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to a Padre's game!  It was so much fun!  We ate hot dogs, cracker jacks, peanuts with the shell on them.  Ya know, things you don't normally eat. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVMNbca_vI/AAAAAAAAAVk/lbkg8zqlLI0/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28182%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVMNbca_vI/AAAAAAAAAVk/lbkg8zqlLI0/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28182%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261695533241270002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games make Kyle Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVLSFEiHYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/HJPtinXWvp4/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28178%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVLSFEiHYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/HJPtinXWvp4/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28178%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261694513623211394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerin' like it aint no bodies bis nas!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVLpRv0MHI/AAAAAAAAAVc/d5HcO8JZinM/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28188%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVLpRv0MHI/AAAAAAAAAVc/d5HcO8JZinM/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28188%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261694912162967666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind it up&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVNAd6L7uI/AAAAAAAAAVs/OnhtbwE3daI/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28181%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVNAd6L7uI/AAAAAAAAAVs/OnhtbwE3daI/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28181%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261696410076311266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Happy Couples&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVNSUZ7rZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/qpXQ2PqY7E8/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28190%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVNSUZ7rZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/qpXQ2PqY7E8/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28190%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261696716762754450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVN9mRRKlI/AAAAAAAAAWE/dJB5dCY6k2A/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28194%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVN9mRRKlI/AAAAAAAAAWE/dJB5dCY6k2A/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28194%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261697460292627026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to wrap the the vaca. right like we do, we went to Cafe 222. (Look Mom, I can rhyme) This is our favorite brunch spot and where we went last vacation out there the day Kyle n Brit sent us home. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVOnHxrFoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/hFEMhS91afs/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28217%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVOnHxrFoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/hFEMhS91afs/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28217%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261698173661550210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute Salt n Pepper Shaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVNjvnlEuI/AAAAAAAAAV8/BFryk6P8ONY/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28215%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVNjvnlEuI/AAAAAAAAAV8/BFryk6P8ONY/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28215%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261697016125526754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh they have AMAZING food too! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVPioBjEJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/yD7b6TFl7fc/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28230%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVPioBjEJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/yD7b6TFl7fc/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28230%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261699195930349714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVP4yxwVlI/AAAAAAAAAWc/V1_XjjYNc4U/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28231%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVP4yxwVlI/AAAAAAAAAWc/V1_XjjYNc4U/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28231%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261699576774022738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVQWNZj8HI/AAAAAAAAAWk/5v8B4hMP9UQ/s1600-h/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28228%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQVQWNZj8HI/AAAAAAAAAWk/5v8B4hMP9UQ/s320/Cali+Trip+2008+Sept+%28228%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261700082136510578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woah!  I didn't even touch on half of the things we did!  Now you know why it took so long to get this posted. ;)&lt;br /&gt;We had an amazing time and despite the car crash bonanza, we can't wait till our next trip down there!!!  Love ya Kyle n Brit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-4694772789438964383?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/4694772789438964383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=4694772789438964383' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/4694772789438964383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/4694772789438964383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-of-california-and-everyone-who.html' title='&quot;All of California and Everyone Who Lives There Stinks&quot;'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SQUVonbRJdI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qkgoVRN4IAU/s72-c/Cali+Sept+26+%2814%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-1079393933184149878</id><published>2008-10-23T10:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:24:35.676-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JCrew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DownEast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sale'/><title type='text'>HUGE JCREW SALE @ THANKSGIVING POINT!!!</title><content type='html'>Today's the last day!  10am - 7pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't been to Thanksgiving Point in a while now is definitely the time to go.  Not only do they have the ever popular animal farm and the CornBelly Maze to celebrate Halloween, but also DownEast Outfitters is hosting a HUGE Jcrew sale in the Barn!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; click---&gt; &lt;a href="http://yourheartout.com/?p=3226"&gt;YOURHEARTOUT.COM &lt;/a&gt;explained it perfectly and has a little eye candy to tempt you.  Basics of the sale, if you don't like to click on hyperlinks, is that you can't beat these prices.  $7 for tops (this has been known to include cashmere sweaters!), $25 for outterwear, and there are even some DownEast clothing for as low as 2 for $5.  C'mon you really think you can beat that.  &lt;br /&gt;I rang a girl up for a Sued Jacket yesterday... her price after tax?... $26.65!!! OH MY!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also dresses (casual to formal,) tanks, pea coats, pants, skirts, swim, shoes, socks, hats, oh and lets not forget Mens and Kids wear. :) Ties are are only $5.  Yes, i said $5!  And to reward your kids for being SOOOO patient while you shop you can take them to see the cute little Llamas or jump on the giant bouncy thing by the cornbelly maze! (I just saw it from a distance, but there was joy on those little one's faces for sure!) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get there take I-15 north or south get off at the Highland/Alpine exit and follow your eyes to the water tower.  From there you can't miss the barn.  It right next to the animals and corn Maze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have announced this a couple days ago, but better late than never!  You never know, they could drop prices or have discounts even further! *wink wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-1079393933184149878?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/1079393933184149878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=1079393933184149878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/1079393933184149878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/1079393933184149878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/10/huge-jcrew-sale-thanksgiving-point.html' title='HUGE JCREW SALE @ THANKSGIVING POINT!!!'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-5083491576928212624</id><published>2008-10-15T10:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:44:12.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah top 5s!</title><content type='html'>K has done an amazing job at keeping this blog of ours going like he does.  And despite what he might say, he is the work horse of our Halloween top 5 lists (as well as most all other posts) and is the one who has been making sure they get done each night. (usually while I’m at my home snoozing away!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth of the matter is there is only so much you can expect out of one man and when his girlfriend (who loves him so much) *wink wink* isn’t doing a whole lot to help. an amazing top 5 list every night can be daunting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't take our lack of top 5 lists over the past few days as neglect.  My man is just a little worn out from it.  We will continue to post, however our posts will not always be the Top 5 List you all have been enjoying. Please continue to visit us though as our posts will continue to be totally awesome cool! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-5083491576928212624?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/5083491576928212624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=5083491576928212624' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/5083491576928212624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/5083491576928212624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/10/woah-top-5s.html' title='Woah top 5s!'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-3338379227399019107</id><published>2008-10-12T23:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:46:40.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SPLm2dfVahI/AAAAAAAAAMo/o9Zk5nMs3X0/s1600-h/Cougars+gameOct.11+(25).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SPLm2dfVahI/AAAAAAAAAMo/o9Zk5nMs3X0/s320/Cougars+gameOct.11+(25).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256517538398169618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As Pops stated, Friday was my Birthday. :)  I don't like presents or actual attention on my BDay.  A perfect Birthday to me is just spending time with family and friends having fun, but that's never enough for K. ;)  And even though we told each other that our big trip to San Diego was celebration for both our Birthdays this year (I'm late on posting about that) :(, he decided to do a little bit more... and by a little bit I mean a lot!  He got "us," as he described it, tickets to the homecoming BYU Cougars vs. New Mexico game!!!  I'm only posting pics on the game, but I also have to mention that since K doesn't do anything small he did everything he could to make the whole weekend all about football!  We went and saw The Express (football movie if you don't know) on Friday night, then Saturday morning we went to my 11yr old nephews football game, and then he took me shopping to buy gloves, head and neck warmer, and reusable hand warmers before the game.  And last but not least our seats were on the 40 yard line and the 24th row! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SPLkjr6l0eI/AAAAAAAAAL4/it7Vxqg9rGw/s1600-h/Cougars+gameOct.11+(27).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SPLkjr6l0eI/AAAAAAAAAL4/it7Vxqg9rGw/s320/Cougars+gameOct.11+(27).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256515016829817314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only way to describe my excitement of being at a Cougars game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SPLmT-y41ZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5gFKgpjAx2U/s1600-h/Cougars+gameOct.11+(16).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SPLmT-y41ZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5gFKgpjAx2U/s320/Cougars+gameOct.11+(16).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256516946043131282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all that blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SPLk1O2Hl3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZVuI2l1yZGg/s1600-h/Cougars+gameOct.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SPLk1O2Hl3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZVuI2l1yZGg/s320/Cougars+gameOct.11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256515318264076146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fall mountains made for a beautiful back drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SPLuF0eC3UI/AAAAAAAAANw/-6ztMl49sps/s1600-h/Cougars+gameOct.11+(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SPLuF0eC3UI/AAAAAAAAANw/-6ztMl49sps/s320/Cougars+gameOct.11+(11).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256525498846207298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SPLtc7smABI/AAAAAAAAANo/RWCQSuHoSlk/s1600-h/Cougars+gameOct.11+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SPLtc7smABI/AAAAAAAAANo/RWCQSuHoSlk/s320/Cougars+gameOct.11+(7).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256524796411641874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that guy behind us with tinted classes and ear warmers?  Him and his buddy gave us high fives for every touchdown and great play by the cougars.  True fans just like us! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SPLpwi6H0UI/AAAAAAAAAM4/hR_FaSa7uJw/s1600-h/Cougars+gameOct.11+(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SPLpwi6H0UI/AAAAAAAAAM4/hR_FaSa7uJw/s320/Cougars+gameOct.11+(6).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256520735308370242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the final score, but they still won 21 to 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SPLlicZBrJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/IOCLHciOO1Q/s1600-h/Cougars+gameOct.11+(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SPLlicZBrJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/IOCLHciOO1Q/s320/Cougars+gameOct.11+(10).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256516094994263186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K is always amazing to me and he made the whole weekend perfect!  Thanks Babesa, Love your guts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-3338379227399019107?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/3338379227399019107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=3338379227399019107' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/3338379227399019107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/3338379227399019107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me?!'/><author><name>Chellor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/TDcr5ETCcgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yHgDrrm1cUI/S220/spooky+chels.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HolDdOp1BTk/SPLm2dfVahI/AAAAAAAAAMo/o9Zk5nMs3X0/s72-c/Cougars+gameOct.11+(25).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-1319892036209015388</id><published>2008-10-10T20:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:47:52.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect 10!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SPASjwqj1aI/AAAAAAAAAP8/THpNNrxIcfw/s1600-h/chellor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SPASjwqj1aI/AAAAAAAAAP8/THpNNrxIcfw/s320/chellor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255721170709501346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You couldn't have picked a better date to be born on! There isn't an another date that describes you better than 10/10! I sure love your gutz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Chels&lt;br /&gt;POPS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-1319892036209015388?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/1319892036209015388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=1319892036209015388' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/1319892036209015388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/1319892036209015388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/10/perfect-10.html' title='A Perfect 10!'/><author><name>Pops</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SPASjwqj1aI/AAAAAAAAAP8/THpNNrxIcfw/s72-c/chellor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-2164547067164400489</id><published>2008-10-10T10:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:52:16.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Favorite Urban Legends (Dark and scary, not for little ones)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;It's been a really long time since I found my self scared listening to a ghost story, or watching a scary movie, and especially not while I was attending a haunted house. I don't know if I'm wired different but instead of getting scared I actually get really upset, and kinda of violently angry. Several years ago I watched "The ring", and "The Grudge" all in the same night. If you're familiar with these movies you'll know the evil female ghost looks very similar in both movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Later that night I dreamt, at least I think I was dreaming that she appeared next to my bed and pulled on my arm really hard. I was so pissed at her. I just remember grabbing her by the hair and pummeling her! I remember punching, kicking and kneeing her until she crawled out of my room. When I woke the next morning I thought to myself "WOW, that was weird", then I notice how bad my hands were hurting. I don't know if I just punched my bed or my head board but both my hands seriously hurt. That probably was the last time I actually felt really scared, because I didn't know what was true and what was a dream. (true story)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;The reason I even mention this story is because the truer the story is, the more you'll able to believe in it. The more you believe, the more you be able to be scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;The following list is of 5 actual and true stories (Urban legends) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;5. Body under the bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;4. Do you trust your Babysitter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;3.Buried Alived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;2. Kidney Thieves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Check Your back seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-2164547067164400489?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/2164547067164400489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=2164547067164400489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/2164547067164400489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/2164547067164400489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-favorite-urban-legends.html' title='5 Favorite Urban Legends (Dark and scary, not for little ones)'/><author><name>Pops</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-1557918060573170308</id><published>2008-10-09T22:43:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:29:13.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The world's 5 GREATEST Halloween Costumes EVER!</title><content type='html'>We've searched the internet, we've done our research and we can safely say the following 5 Halloween costumes are the best WE have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SO7m0gJ084I/AAAAAAAAAPc/NzyRk0pdLEQ/s1600-h/ashland-zoltar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SO7m0gJ084I/AAAAAAAAAPc/NzyRk0pdLEQ/s320/ashland-zoltar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255391604846687106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Zoltar- &lt;/span&gt;The amazingly intricate booth was built upon a Segway which allows Zoltar "the all knowing" to magically float right up to you.  It’s even more magical when strange music begins to play, and you hear Zoltar’s recorded voice announce in ethereal tones, “ZOLTAR SPEAKS!”  Then he either tells your fortune or a joke, and the “robot” inside slowly picks up a candy and drops it in the bin so that you — the lucky recipient of a visit by Zoltar  — can retrieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SO7zaxMSXXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/vZIMirUBMH0/s1600-h/crocdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SO7zaxMSXXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/vZIMirUBMH0/s320/crocdog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255405456394968434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.CrocDog&lt;/span&gt;- Because we like dogs, this is our favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SO71gp-PDWI/AAAAAAAAAP0/rnUI10wUfKc/s1600-h/From_Internet_4+fandango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SO71gp-PDWI/AAAAAAAAAP0/rnUI10wUfKc/s320/From_Internet_4+fandango.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255407756559453538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Fandango&lt;/span&gt;- Classically simple and really well done. Also I'm tired and want to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SO7j1r-88rI/AAAAAAAAAPU/hRYVp_E7C84/s1600-h/white+power+ranger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SO7j1r-88rI/AAAAAAAAAPU/hRYVp_E7C84/s320/white+power+ranger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255388326667285170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.The white power Ranger/ Transformer/Voltron-&lt;/span&gt; What ever this is, it's incredible! The wing span is almost 6 feet across. The attention to detail is phenomenal! The whole costume is made out of light weight plastics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SO7r8P632_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/mfl4M_9lhYs/s1600-h/pumpkin+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SO7r8P632_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/mfl4M_9lhYs/s320/pumpkin+boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255397235486088178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Pumpkin boy-&lt;/span&gt; We had to include this one because he was just to commited to pull it off. Kudos  to you Pumpkin boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-1557918060573170308?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/1557918060573170308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=1557918060573170308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/1557918060573170308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/1557918060573170308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/10/worlds-5-greatest-halloween-costumes.html' title='The world&apos;s 5 GREATEST Halloween Costumes EVER!'/><author><name>Pops</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SO7m0gJ084I/AAAAAAAAAPc/NzyRk0pdLEQ/s72-c/ashland-zoltar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-8726681343118237923</id><published>2008-10-09T07:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T07:37:30.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsters by mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/thflhIJ_R7M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/thflhIJ_R7M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-8726681343118237923?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/8726681343118237923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=8726681343118237923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/8726681343118237923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/8726681343118237923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/10/monsters-by-mail.html' title='Monsters by mail'/><author><name>Pops</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-346032018534616824</id><published>2008-10-08T22:28:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:51:27.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our personal favorite 5 less then scary  Halloween movie monsters or villains</title><content type='html'>Every great Halloween movie always has a deep, dark, and terrifying monster under the bed or a villain hiding in the house. The following list has NOTHING to do with that kind of demon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KlgwcO7_RGA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KlgwcO7_RGA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.The featherless chicken-esque Monster in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cloverfield"&gt;CloverField.&lt;/a&gt; What a dissapoint meant! When we finally got to see the monster I was more terrified that I was going to throw up from the motion sickness watching the movie bounce around than I was over that stupid monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SO2cP0jldDI/AAAAAAAAAOk/f80vAGnjqO8/s1600-h/nailgun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SO2cP0jldDI/AAAAAAAAAOk/f80vAGnjqO8/s320/nailgun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255028135831106610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. The masked gunman in&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0089665/"&gt; The Nailgun Massacre&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; The Killer roams the street driving his HUGE gold hearse, and wearing a motorcycle helmet. His weapon of choice... What else but a nail gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SO2clei04qI/AAAAAAAAAOs/5A_acGMJNFA/s1600-h/amilyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SO2clei04qI/AAAAAAAAAOs/5A_acGMJNFA/s320/amilyn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255028507879465634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.Pee Wee Herman as Amilyn the Vampire, in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buffy_the_Vampire_Slayer_%28film%29"&gt;Buffy the Vampire slayer.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He was most famous for his line "Kill Him... A lot". Chels still laughs thinking about it. For me Pee wee Herman in general is good enough reason to check under my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SO5CUB-iu5I/AAAAAAAAAO8/SnpKS4YfC9g/s1600-h/childs-play-chucky-sneering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SO5CUB-iu5I/AAAAAAAAAO8/SnpKS4YfC9g/s320/childs-play-chucky-sneering.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255210727083522962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Chucky from Child's Play&lt;/span&gt;. Who on earth honeslty thought that this was going to be a good idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SO5B9ZBBLhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/I_ApL5Tep9k/s1600-h/gingerdead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SO5B9ZBBLhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/I_ApL5Tep9k/s320/gingerdead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255210338130931218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.Gary Busey as the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Gingerdead_Man"&gt; Gingerdead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Man. &lt;/span&gt;A timeless tell of a killer, reincarnated as a Gingerbread man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-346032018534616824?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/346032018534616824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=346032018534616824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/346032018534616824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/346032018534616824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-personal-favorite-5-scary-halloween.html' title='Our personal favorite 5 less then scary  Halloween movie monsters or villains'/><author><name>Pops</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SO2cP0jldDI/AAAAAAAAAOk/f80vAGnjqO8/s72-c/nailgun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-2143456988263378127</id><published>2008-10-07T22:56:00.025-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:56:21.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 corny Halloween Jokes (for Dylan)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#ff9900;" &gt;Knock, Knock&lt;br /&gt;Who's There?&lt;br /&gt;Ivan&lt;br /&gt;Ivan who?&lt;br /&gt;Ivan to suck your blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Where do Vampires deposit their money? The blood bank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"  &gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"  &gt;Knock, Knock&lt;br /&gt;Who's There?&lt;br /&gt;Phillip&lt;br /&gt;Phillip Who?&lt;br /&gt;Phillip my bag with candy, or else!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;2. What room in your house can a Ghost NOT go into? The Living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0); TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Knock, knock&lt;br /&gt;Who's There?&lt;br /&gt;Olive&lt;br /&gt;Olive who?&lt;br /&gt;Olive Halloween!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-2143456988263378127?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/2143456988263378127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=2143456988263378127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/2143456988263378127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/2143456988263378127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-favorite-urban-legands.html' title='5 corny Halloween Jokes (for Dylan)'/><author><name>Pops</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-8281108711805603857</id><published>2008-10-06T22:18:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T07:42:25.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Totally awesome things to do with pumpkins.</title><content type='html'>We collected our top 5 favorite things to do with a pumpkins and compiled them into this list, only some of them we recommend trying on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOrk0fpIHsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/n2VBnCHxHQg/s1600-h/Underwater+pumpkin+carving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOrk0fpIHsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/n2VBnCHxHQg/s320/Underwater+pumpkin+carving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254263505779433154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Underwater Pumpkin carving-&lt;/span&gt; One of the funniest thing to do with a pumpkin! The fish just go crazy for any of the pumpkin pieces floating around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOrlmTHAz0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/umDPZJ6cCHs/s1600-h/chuckin.jpg"&gt;                                     &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c3c9c108143be73c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc3c9c108143be73c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329893013%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29827682EB325D7F960EF6B21E4E6F80F79343A.74E03DB0D7E4BE0632DF1268560B9DE54B143A49%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc3c9c108143be73c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1YZ-diFKmQ-f8ggL5GUEfVy-rjU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc3c9c108143be73c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329893013%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29827682EB325D7F960EF6B21E4E6F80F79343A.74E03DB0D7E4BE0632DF1268560B9DE54B143A49%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc3c9c108143be73c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1YZ-diFKmQ-f8ggL5GUEfVy-rjU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Watching Chels throw pumpkins off a small balcony- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I don't know why, but it's pretty dang funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cwr28aJoBUw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.Exploding pumpkins&lt;/span&gt;- DEFINITELY DO NOT TRY AT HOME, but sure is fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOsA6NTDMwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/hhnVDjdDas8/s1600-h/pumpkin+roll.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOsA6NTDMwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/hhnVDjdDas8/s320/pumpkin+roll.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254294390259790594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.Pumpkin Rolls&lt;/span&gt;-With out a question this is one of our all time favorite things to do with Pumpkins. This one is only made possible because of my Mom. She makes thee most freaking amazing Pumpkin rolls. Two years ago for Christmas my mom forgot to make'em. She was threatened not to be invited back next year unless she brought a pumpkin roll. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOrlmTHAz0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/umDPZJ6cCHs/s1600-h/chuckin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOrlmTHAz0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/umDPZJ6cCHs/s320/chuckin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254264361408581442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.Pumpkin Chuckin'&lt;/span&gt;- In the early 80's contests were being held to see, Who could Chuck a pumpkin the furthest. Since the very humble beginnings, The &lt;a href="http://www.punkinchunkin.com/main.htm"&gt;Pumpkin Chunkin'&lt;/a&gt; contests  have reach new skyscrapping levels. With the use of massive air cannons, trebuchets, and huge sling shots, teams can launch a 20 pound pumpkin some serious distance.  In fact the world record for distance is just shy of a mile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-8281108711805603857?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/8281108711805603857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=8281108711805603857' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/8281108711805603857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/8281108711805603857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-totally-awesome-things-to-do-with.html' title='5 Totally awesome things to do with pumpkins.'/><author><name>Pops</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOrk0fpIHsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/n2VBnCHxHQg/s72-c/Underwater+pumpkin+carving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-8667759742192940221</id><published>2008-10-05T23:07:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:22:27.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 5 favorite Carved Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>A disclaimer is needed for the following list. This list consists of craved pumpkins that we have actually have seen in person or we've seen photos of.  With that being said, I have not actually seen Stephen's world famous carved "people pumpkins" so Stephen was automatically disqualified, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOmrac9WLzI/AAAAAAAAAN0/u6sSbOnHy10/s1600-h/the-burger-pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOmrac9WLzI/AAAAAAAAAN0/u6sSbOnHy10/s320/the-burger-pumpkin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253918911242841906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.The Cheese Burger Pumpkin-&lt;/span&gt; I really had to look at this twice.     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOmnrqfrB3I/AAAAAAAAANs/o7MHrTj5UuU/s1600-h/pumpkin-carve-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOmnrqfrB3I/AAAAAAAAANs/o7MHrTj5UuU/s320/pumpkin-carve-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253914808887740274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. The "Jack"- O-lantern&lt;/span&gt;- Jack made the list because it was super simple and really well done. Also because Chels really likes the movie, and I'm trying to score some extra points with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOmcnjLTzWI/AAAAAAAAAMs/dHWDCsxmfyw/s1600-h/Ichabod+Oct.+5+2008+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOmcnjLTzWI/AAAAAAAAAMs/dHWDCsxmfyw/s320/Ichabod+Oct.+5+2008+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253902643575901538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ichabod- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I thought I would add our new pumpkin monster to the list. We're pretty fond of him, so we named him Ichabod sense he had a pumpkin for a head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOmlvURfnWI/AAAAAAAAANk/eMZZl2XVjKM/s1600-h/normpumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOmlvURfnWI/AAAAAAAAANk/eMZZl2XVjKM/s320/normpumpkin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253912672618913122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Norm-o-later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;- This made the list only because I have a man crush on Norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOmiOkzf1yI/AAAAAAAAANc/Kq6m84H2ynA/s1600-h/pumpkin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOmiOkzf1yI/AAAAAAAAANc/Kq6m84H2ynA/s320/pumpkin1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253908811585935138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Ray Villafane- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Absolutely incredible! &lt;a href="http://www.villafanestudios.com/pumpkins.htm"&gt;Ray Villafane's&lt;/a&gt; work is nothing less then mind blowing! Tune into the Food Network on October 26th 2008 at 8pm eastern for "Outrageous Pumpkins". Their popular show "CHALLANGE" tackled pumpkin carving. Ray Villafane was fortunate enough to be one of four carvers invited to compete in Denver for 10,000.00 cash!! Good luck Ray. In the mean time PLEASE check out his website and his pumpkin gallery, you will not regret it! &lt;a href="http://www.villafanestudios.com/pumpkins.htm"&gt;Http://www.Villafanestudios.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-8667759742192940221?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/8667759742192940221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=8667759742192940221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/8667759742192940221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/8667759742192940221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/10/top-5-carved-pumpkins.html' title='Top 5 favorite Carved Pumpkins'/><author><name>Pops</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOmrac9WLzI/AAAAAAAAAN0/u6sSbOnHy10/s72-c/the-burger-pumpkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-8875187676941597880</id><published>2008-10-04T23:14:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T16:46:12.329-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Halloween Candies That Aren't Worth the Dentist Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOhR6nEqzNI/AAAAAAAAAME/BgBI-YvxNVE/s1600-h/circuspeanuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOhR6nEqzNI/AAAAAAAAAME/BgBI-YvxNVE/s200/circuspeanuts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253539032690511058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. Circus Peanuts - Chels is totally a texture person so for her these falls under the same bad category with Hostess pink snowballs and those terrible Easter marshmallow peeps. I'm not to sure there is a big difference between circus peanuts and white packing peanuts. For me though,  they're just plain wrong in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOhOlbmtS_I/AAAAAAAAALU/EL2G23oXsnI/s1600-h/necco1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOhOlbmtS_I/AAAAAAAAALU/EL2G23oXsnI/s400/necco1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253535370299919346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.gmodules.com/ig/ifr?url=http://mike.s.duffy.googlepages.com/mp3player.xml&amp;amp;up_songURL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.paulandstorm.com%2Fopening%2FOB16%2520-%2520Necco%2520Wafers.mp3&amp;amp;synd=open&amp;amp;w=320&amp;amp;h=50&amp;amp;border=%23ffffff%7C0px%2C1px+solid+%2399BB66%7C0px%2C2px+solid+%23AACC66%7C0px%2C2px+solid+%23BBDD66&amp;amp;output=js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;4. Necco Wafers -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; First let me apologize to Chellor's dad who apparently loves these things, but we can't understand why. -&lt;/span&gt;  Necco waffers contributed to the origin of the Candy industry in Untied States, when in 1847 Oliver Chase invented the candy lozenge machine which produced Necco waffers. Later this led other inventions which helped create and produce other candys like M&amp;amp;M's, and Hershy bars. With that being said, it's nothing less then a miracle that these things are still around. They're disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOhRzWgNBcI/AAAAAAAAAL8/OhfXK8iBdkc/s1600-h/root-beer-barrel-IBC_150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOhRzWgNBcI/AAAAAAAAAL8/OhfXK8iBdkc/s200/root-beer-barrel-IBC_150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253538907983513026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Rootbeer Barrels &lt;/span&gt;- we can actually just include the entire awful Brachs candy mix!  You know with the blue hard candies and other awful things you immediately want to spit out after tasting... yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOhQej9ADsI/AAAAAAAAALs/iDgydjebHxs/s1600-h/red+lips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOhQej9ADsI/AAAAAAAAALs/iDgydjebHxs/s400/red+lips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253537451305078466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Red Wax Lips&lt;/span&gt;- Try all you want, but these things taste terrible!The Red wax Fangs are ok though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOhUYPKzZ1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/4Lhj5KtlftQ/s1600-h/sour+candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOhUYPKzZ1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/4Lhj5KtlftQ/s320/sour+candy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253541740693120850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Sour Candy in General&lt;/span&gt; - This type of candy is disgusting! We all have the same reaction to it, puckered liped, squinited eyes, and we then think to our selfs "why did I just eat that?". So why do it?  Why do we torture our selfs by pretending we like sour candy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-8875187676941597880?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/8875187676941597880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=8875187676941597880' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/8875187676941597880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/8875187676941597880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-halloween-candies-that-arent-worth.html' title='5 Halloween Candies That Aren&apos;t Worth the Dentist Trip'/><author><name>Pops</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOhR6nEqzNI/AAAAAAAAAME/BgBI-YvxNVE/s72-c/circuspeanuts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-1546622550814516507</id><published>2008-10-03T22:53:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T16:47:14.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite 5 Halloween Candy</title><content type='html'>It's hard not to think about Halloween or in Chels's case, any day of the week with out thinking about candy. Every year little kids dress up like their favorite characters from movies they're entirely way too young to watch, and then over the week gorge themselves on sugar. What parent ever thought this was a good idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've compiled a list of our top 5 favorite trick or treat sweets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOb7DvwrtdI/AAAAAAAAAKs/BZRntMkQj-k/s1600-h/mini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOb7DvwrtdI/AAAAAAAAAKs/BZRntMkQj-k/s320/mini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253162057153099218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Miniature Kit Kats-&lt;/span&gt; For what ever reason miniature Kit-kats are a thousand times better then the normal packs of kit-kats. Probably because when someone says "hey break me off a piece of that kit-kat bar", it's a lot easier to reply "KISS OFF!" because it's really too small to share with any one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOcPPucUotI/AAAAAAAAALM/0mot6EyhWj4/s1600-h/nerds1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOcPPucUotI/AAAAAAAAALM/0mot6EyhWj4/s320/nerds1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253184253190251218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. NERDS- &lt;/span&gt;This had to be the first attempt to help kids ration their own candy consumption, by being the first candy with a resealable lip on the box. If anything this just pissed me off! The nerds were always getting stuck around the opening, completely blocking off all candy intake! It was only natural to use your tongue like an aardvark to try and  pry the candy out but that just made things worse! You would always have to tear open the box to get the rest of them! But at that point the  remaining nerds were all slobbery and globbed together! If you can't tell...I'm not bitter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOcCc6TGjkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/DOInPuylMG0/s1600-h/brachs-candy-corn-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOcCc6TGjkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/DOInPuylMG0/s320/brachs-candy-corn-web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253170186059943490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.Candy Corn-&lt;/span&gt; Love them or hate them, but it's honestly impossible to have October with out them. This beloved Halloween treat is celebrated every October 30th on "National Candy Corn Day". It seems that in the 1970s the price of sugar rose so much that confection companies were being forced to file bankruptcy, or take out massive loans just to afford the sugar. The demand and sale for Candy Corn was so great that it actually saved an entire industry. Even today an estimated 35 millions pounds of Candy Corn are produced every year. Chels might like them but when I was a kid  if I ever got candy corn while I was  trick or treating, I always knew which house was going to get a flaming bag of dog pooh on their porch later that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOcC66pbP2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/31cMUUwHOXs/s1600-h/08sixletssnacksize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOcC66pbP2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/31cMUUwHOXs/s320/08sixletssnacksize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253170701549649762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sixlets-&lt;/span&gt; A personal favorite. I think as a kids these were my favorite because of how easy they were to eat. A typical Halloween involved a serious candy induced coma. With my eyes glazed over and in a full diabetic shock, it became more and more difficult to concentrate on opening candy. But with sixlets, you could shoot those puppies into your mouth just by squeezing the package. Or with a little practice you could launch those suckers across the room at an unsuspecting sibling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOcEikW5ROI/AAAAAAAAALE/AspI_HSlYp0/s1600-h/PopRocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOcEikW5ROI/AAAAAAAAALE/AspI_HSlYp0/s320/PopRocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253172482272740578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Pop Rocks-&lt;/span&gt; These were awesome! It was like dinner and a show! You could enjoy our candy, and then be entertained with the small explosions in your mouth. It doesn't matter if it's your first packet of Pop Rocks or your 5000th (...Chels), but you'll always be shocked that the candy is actually exploding in your mouth. Everyone' s next natural reaction is to find someone to show them the huge pile of sugar making noise on your tongue. So classy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-1546622550814516507?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/1546622550814516507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=1546622550814516507' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/1546622550814516507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/1546622550814516507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/10/favorite-5-halloween-candy.html' title='Favorite 5 Halloween Candy'/><author><name>Pops</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOb7DvwrtdI/AAAAAAAAAKs/BZRntMkQj-k/s72-c/mini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-4427103437803024884</id><published>2008-10-02T12:23:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T08:39:42.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 5 Halloween movies to Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOW1FwWMUVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6E_Z_xG6hpY/s1600-h/swampthingcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOW1FwWMUVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6E_Z_xG6hpY/s320/swampthingcover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252803650879508818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. The Swamp Thing- &lt;/span&gt;It really can't get worse then this. Half man half swamp, Swamp thing battles evil corporations who pollute the environment. You might have seen the recent remake "An Inconvenient Truth" were swamp thing was played by Al Gore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOW6uUGI66I/AAAAAAAAAKM/4mQpDKcKp_E/s1600-h/928658%7EVampire-in-Brooklyn-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOW6uUGI66I/AAAAAAAAAKM/4mQpDKcKp_E/s320/928658%7EVampire-in-Brooklyn-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252809845228759970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.Vampire in Brooklyn- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sad, but this might have been Ed murphy's best work not drawn as a jackass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOW0lNjAw4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/E6Fhh6qSvi4/s1600-h/powder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOW0lNjAw4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/E6Fhh6qSvi4/s320/powder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252803091782222722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. POWDER- &lt;/span&gt;I would love if this movie disappeared. But to be fair, I would love if every Jeff Goldblum movie disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOW4cZgdcSI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3rPkgy65iMY/s1600-h/leprechaun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOW4cZgdcSI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3rPkgy65iMY/s320/leprechaun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252807338420433186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Leprechaun- ALL of them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I don't think any one was too surprises about this anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOW7G2qeR3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/SpL1r_q-RVU/s1600-h/craft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOW7G2qeR3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/SpL1r_q-RVU/s320/craft.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252810266824820594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.The Craft-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; The only reason this made the list was because Chels kept getting pissed and saying "They're doing it all wrong" as we watched the movie. Sooo... I think for my sake, this movie should just go away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-4427103437803024884?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/4427103437803024884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=4427103437803024884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/4427103437803024884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/4427103437803024884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/10/top-5-halloween-movies-to-forget.html' title='Top 5 Halloween movies to Forget'/><author><name>Pops</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOW1FwWMUVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6E_Z_xG6hpY/s72-c/swampthingcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-6500371734093764310</id><published>2008-10-01T22:40:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:29:23.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 5 favorite Halloween movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SORVEoNlf6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/nmHGje3Q7d4/s1600-h/835880%7ELabyrinth-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SORVEoNlf6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/nmHGje3Q7d4/s320/835880%7ELabyrinth-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252416603423080354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Labyrinth&lt;/span&gt; -  I had to add this movie to the list. Ever since I saw this movie as a kid, I always wanted to dress up as David Bowie for Halloween. Sadly, my mom would never let me out the front door wearing one of her white blouses, my gray tights and a pair of my socks stuck down the front of my pants. I always explained that it was a part of the costume, but she never let me out of the house. For this reason The Labyrinth is a Halloween staple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SORex_LHV9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/n6aHZCRx2ss/s1600-h/edward_scissorhands_poster_smaller.jpg"&gt;                 &lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SORex_LHV9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/n6aHZCRx2ss/s320/edward_scissorhands_poster_smaller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252427278285494226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SORfzS-UCZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8Wy8joD1J9Q/s1600-h/spooky+chellor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SORfzS-UCZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8Wy8joD1J9Q/s320/spooky+chellor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252428400292006290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edward Scissorhands&lt;/span&gt; - This a classic story of a boy who doesn't fit into the mold of mainstream society who just happens to have razor sharp shears for fingers. The scariest part of the whole movie is how freakishly "McCain-esque" and similar the cookie cutter homes in the movie are to new subdivisions invading Utah. Oh and also the fact that Edward Scissorhands reminds me of Chels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SORYOQYovLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FFQJYndyqds/s1600-h/superd_1222430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SORYOQYovLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FFQJYndyqds/s320/superd_1222430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252420067360554162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Powder &lt;/span&gt;- Hands down one of the scariest movies I've ever seen. It easily made the list because it scared the crap out me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SORjii5Q2UI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Aq_d1uYfChU/s1600-h/charlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SORjii5Q2UI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Aq_d1uYfChU/s320/charlie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252432510554528066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SORfzS-UCZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8Wy8joD1J9Q/s1600-h/spooky+chellor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SORfzS-UCZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8Wy8joD1J9Q/s320/spooky+chellor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252428400292006290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown&lt;/span&gt;-  The only thing I remember about this movie besides it's fun to watch around Halloween is that Lucy drove me crazy in it.  And the fact that Lucy reminds me of Chels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SORgKRxOByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/YYJmJreRS0w/s1600-h/soundtracks_-_the_nightmare_before_christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SORgKRxOByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/YYJmJreRS0w/s320/soundtracks_-_the_nightmare_before_christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252428795105642274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Nightmare before Christmas&lt;/span&gt; - There is no question in Chelsi's mind this is the best Halloween movie ever. Now I said Chelsi's mind because I have never seen it. She's told me that this movie is just as important as scripture because I can learn something new from it every time I watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-6500371734093764310?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/6500371734093764310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=6500371734093764310' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/6500371734093764310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/6500371734093764310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/10/top-5-favorite-halloween-movies.html' title='Top 5 favorite Halloween movies'/><author><name>Pops</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SORVEoNlf6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/nmHGje3Q7d4/s72-c/835880%7ELabyrinth-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-2588978848428232867</id><published>2008-10-01T11:59:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T06:40:39.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>October!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOO_65HUg-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/LS4fF0T_MF8/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOO_65HUg-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/LS4fF0T_MF8/s320/halloween.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252252608928973794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands down the best month of the year! The leafs are changing colors, hooded sweat shirts come out of the closet, college football is well under way, C-bass and I always take a really big and needed vacation, and the greatest thing of all is Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little guy and I tend to go a little crazy each year obsessing over everything Halloween. For me, I don't think there is anything better then watching Chels find something new to add to our Halloween decoration collection. When she sees something she likes she'll smile really big.  It's not a "I'm really happy" smile, but more of a mischievous smile.  The type of smile you get right before you scare someone so bad they pee their pants! She'll then pick up the decoration and with wide eyes and under her breath she'll say, "coooool."  If the price is right, Chels then starts what I can only describe as, "the potty" dance.  She looks the same way a toddler looks when they need to go to the bathroom.  She marches in place and a look of panic washes over her face. The panic for Chels comes when I tell her "you can take them all home".  Well, Chels has a personal policy of "leave no decoration behind", so when she thinks I'm not looking she whisperers back to the other decorations on the shelf "Don't worry guys, I'll be back for you". I freaking love that girl! She so dang funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help share our great love for all things goblins and ghouls, we will be posting a new list of either our top 5 favorite or our most hated things about Halloween each and every day in October.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-2588978848428232867?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/2588978848428232867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=2588978848428232867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/2588978848428232867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/2588978848428232867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/10/october.html' title='October!'/><author><name>Pops</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SOO_65HUg-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/LS4fF0T_MF8/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-326202966740358882</id><published>2008-09-03T22:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T08:15:04.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The undead Pops and Chellor</title><content type='html'>There's no secret, we ABSOLUTELY love Halloween! We'll do anything possible to start celebrating as early as we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DL7IwWpCFls&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DL7IwWpCFls&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to our good friends over at &lt;a href="http://Thewoodwhisperer.com"&gt;The Wood Whisperer,&lt;/a&gt; Marc and Nicole introduced us to one of the coolest ideas ever! &lt;a href="http://monstersbymail.com/"&gt;Monsters by Mail&lt;/a&gt;, is masterminded by the amazingly talented Len Peralta. Please check out his artwork, it's incredible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-326202966740358882?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/326202966740358882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=326202966740358882' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/326202966740358882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/326202966740358882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/09/undead-pops-and-chellor.html' title='The undead Pops and Chellor'/><author><name>Pops</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-7024075882827516258</id><published>2008-08-26T10:41:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:23:20.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our neighbors to the south call them "Brincadores" or "Hoppers"</title><content type='html'>When I was around 8 years old, my family lived in San Diego. Growing up down there provided several memories for me (some good and some bad), but no memories are more prominent in my mind than:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Scooter teaching me how to cuss and I accidentally described my Dad as an A-hole when I was talking to Mom. I promise I had NO idea what that it meant. I only knew it was one of my new and cool words. Thanks big Bro.&lt;br /&gt;2.) During school one day I was introduced to "Mexican nuts". I was told they are the most delicious nuts in the world. Not knowing any better I popped one in my mouth and chomped away. It was disgusting! It was super bitter, and tasted like dirt. I then saw Danny Padilla, a name I have remembered with great hatred,  laughing his head off. He then showed me a small plastic case with what I now know as "Mexican Jumping Beans" inside. They jumped and wiggled around. It wasn't until later in life I learned that they "jump" because there is a small worm inside trying to break out. A thought that still makes me dry heave thinking about when I chewed one up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SLRAoPYe6EI/AAAAAAAAAH4/thO7BCRgCXE/s1600-h/beans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SLRAoPYe6EI/AAAAAAAAAH4/thO7BCRgCXE/s320/beans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238883326606895170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I recently came across this article on the company"The &lt;a href="http://www.jbean.com/"&gt;Jumping Beandito&lt;/a&gt;", I couldn't resist buying a few beans. They are a great company to work with. And all proceeds go to a great cause. Less then a week later I received an envelope with "Live Mexican Jumping Beans" stamped on the outside and a slight popping coming from the inside. So I'm pretty stoked to offer a few unsuspecting suckers a delicious "Mexican Nut".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SLRJhkr2RQI/AAAAAAAAAII/QaATo_alouk/s1600-h/DSC04689a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SLRJhkr2RQI/AAAAAAAAAII/QaATo_alouk/s320/DSC04689a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238893107670828290" 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/9175080958408266772-7024075882827516258?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/7024075882827516258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=7024075882827516258' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/7024075882827516258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/7024075882827516258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-neighbors-to-south-call-them.html' title='Our neighbors to the south call them &quot;Brincadores&quot; or &quot;Hoppers&quot;'/><author><name>Pops</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SLRAoPYe6EI/AAAAAAAAAH4/thO7BCRgCXE/s72-c/beans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-1972970034535087940</id><published>2008-08-21T23:20:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:57:13.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Cones Revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SK5LIr8vYMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/xAXEKn8g87k/s1600-h/2785247547_7212ec81d3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SK5LIr8vYMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/xAXEKn8g87k/s320/2785247547_7212ec81d3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237206029286990018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After weeks of protesting and picketing, I have finally given up my quest to get the "Summer Sno" snow cone shack of Orem shut down.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; may have my own personal opinions on their questionable business tactics, but the bottom line is they do make one dang good snow cone. In fact they don't have just one, but they have 30 (plus 3 not the menu) flavors to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well during my campaign, I would often over hear the question being asked "What flavor tastes the best?", or people would ask the cashier "What's your favorite?".  Well, I was feeling pretty lucky that no one asked me, because I wouldn't know what to tell them. With all of the time I spent there I realized that I  have only tried one or two flavors, and I would not able to answer "Which flavor tastes the best?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SK2tG5Pj8gI/AAAAAAAAAGI/t0ak9TxCRjQ/s1600-h/DSC04654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SK2tG5Pj8gI/AAAAAAAAAGI/t0ak9TxCRjQ/s320/DSC04654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237032275658666498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So armed with my clip board, and my trusty assistant, Jake Budge (formally know as Jake Shirley, until he got married a week ago and we can only assume he took her last name), we set out to discover what truly is the best snow cone flavor. Jake and I decided that for our research to be unbiased we needed to make this a blind taste testing (meaning we would not be allowed to know the names of the flavors we were tasting.) We would then rank all 33 flavors in to the following four categories which we felt people could relate to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SK5NCTmMK2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/WxyLiORphXQ/s1600-h/DSC04658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SK5NCTmMK2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/WxyLiORphXQ/s320/DSC04658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237208118693997410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1.)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;Amy Winehouse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;or the "crap" category&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; This category would comprise of snow cones that tasted so poorly that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;they could not be recommended to anyone, under any circumstance, and you would be ashamed to ever admit ordering one from this category&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Passion Fruit&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Bubble Gum&lt;/span&gt; topped this list.&lt;br /&gt;2.)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Ann Heche &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;or the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weak-sauce"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; category&lt;/span&gt; were flavors that may taste ok, but you would never order because you know you would never, ever, ever be satisfied with it. In fact if you did,  you would probably ask your self later "What the heck was I thinking?".   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Lemon-lime&lt;/span&gt; is a prime example.&lt;br /&gt;3.)&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Jennifer Anniston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; or the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"You can never go wrong with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;category&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; These are snow cones that you could recommend to anyone. It would be the "Go to" snow cone if you were ever stuck deciding which favor to choose.  You could feel happy and satisfied ordering from this list. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Cherry&lt;/span&gt; lead this category&lt;br /&gt;4.)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Marissa Miller&lt;/span&gt; or the "Zenith of SnowCones."  This is the snow cone you compare all other snow cones to. It's the snow cone your friends wish they ordered. The winner of this category also wins the "Golden Spoon Straw" or "Golden Stroon" award (which is the offical way to eat a snow cone.)  Right now we have a two way tie between &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Dreamsicle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Tiger blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SK5MyK6PzlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dPl_D1uLzLA/s1600-h/DSC04662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SK5MyK6PzlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dPl_D1uLzLA/s320/DSC04662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237207841484295762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While the verdict is still out on which favor is the best flavor, one thing is for sure... they make a great snow cone.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SK5K96W8j3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/gat1XQorYqE/s1600-h/2785250085_48aa8c9eaf_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SK5K96W8j3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/gat1XQorYqE/s320/2785250085_48aa8c9eaf_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237205844176441202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may have lost the battle with the "Summer Sno" shack, but we will never give up the war on demanding the freshest ingredients in our snow cones. Accept NO substitutes!&lt;br /&gt;We felt it important to thank C-note and Mrs B for their help and patience during our snow cone escapades, brain freezes, and tomfooleries.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SK5QTlCqGtI/AAAAAAAAAHg/N5KTTIAhfIM/s1600-h/DSC04673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SK5QTlCqGtI/AAAAAAAAAHg/N5KTTIAhfIM/s320/DSC04673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237211713969461970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We love you ladies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-1972970034535087940?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/1972970034535087940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=1972970034535087940' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/1972970034535087940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/1972970034535087940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/08/snow-cones-revisited.html' title='Snow Cones Revisited'/><author><name>Pops</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SK5LIr8vYMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/xAXEKn8g87k/s72-c/2785247547_7212ec81d3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-1365586352989737064</id><published>2008-08-16T21:44:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:16:40.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Add the Salt Lake Roller Derby Girls to the list</title><content type='html'>The Roller Derby was so much fun, and I really think I'm addicted to them now!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SKhbzje7XDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cXikIo59RAU/s1600-h/354698924_699b8b79d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SKhbzje7XDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cXikIo59RAU/s320/354698924_699b8b79d2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235535508074617906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But who could blame me...&lt;br /&gt;Girl in mini skirts, fish-net stocking, knee pad, and they all have names like:&lt;br /&gt;-Punky Bruiser&lt;br /&gt;-Eleanor Bruisevelt&lt;br /&gt;-Bloody Mary&lt;br /&gt;-Sandra Day O'Clobber&lt;br /&gt;-Harriet Clubman&lt;br /&gt;-Cybil Disturbance&lt;br /&gt;-Alexa Rough&lt;br /&gt;-Dirty Pirate Hooker #80085 (My personal favorite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the half time show was entertaining to say the least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SKhYVPdyzxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MCbldTmCHIU/s1600-h/DSC04750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SKhYVPdyzxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MCbldTmCHIU/s320/DSC04750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235531688770195218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The object of the game is to get one player from each team (called Jammers, they have stars on their helmets)  through the pack of girls (called Blockers) with out getting getting the jammers knocked down or knocked unconscious. For each member of the opposite team a jammer passes, she scores one point. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SKhfxLE8HoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/scRkIsrN2ew/s1600-h/724-5N2ROLLERBOUT.standalone.prod_affiliate.4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SKhfxLE8HoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/scRkIsrN2ew/s320/724-5N2ROLLERBOUT.standalone.prod_affiliate.4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235539865209937538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole thing was just a blast, and the "Salt Lake Death Dealers" put on a great show. Unfortunately the Dealers lost to the "Leave it to Cleavers" and won't be moving on to the championships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing questionable about the night would have to be the crowd attending (minus Chellor and I of course).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SKhgtxxAxrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FpVUZblIwdI/s1600-h/DSC04767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SKhgtxxAxrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FpVUZblIwdI/s320/DSC04767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235540906387490482" 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/9175080958408266772-1365586352989737064?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/1365586352989737064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=1365586352989737064' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/1365586352989737064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/1365586352989737064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/08/add-salt-lake-roller-derby-girls-to.html' title='Add the Salt Lake Roller Derby Girls to the list'/><author><name>Pops</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SKhbzje7XDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cXikIo59RAU/s72-c/354698924_699b8b79d2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-478650668044015279</id><published>2008-08-15T21:14:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:18:24.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There is NO way Chellor knew what she was getting into when she started dating me!</title><content type='html'>Every week Chellor and I take turns planning our weekly date night. I don't why I have earned the reputation for being "unromantic". I especially find it hard to understand since every time it's my turn to plan our date night, I AWLAYS hear Chels say something like "I can't believe you brought me here", or "You are unbelievable!" I once even heard her tell someone over the phone "I don't know how I ever found this guy! I can't believe my luck". It's hard for me not to think, I'm the world's greatest boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;I mean what girl in the world wouldn't love to go to:&lt;br /&gt;ESPN lumber jack games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SKWyWXT7y3I/AAAAAAAAADI/F0DTGo6iZ3k/s1600-h/1_sullivan%27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SKWyWXT7y3I/AAAAAAAAADI/F0DTGo6iZ3k/s320/1_sullivan%27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234786239172561778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;watch numerous rugby games on TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SKWxe5LHcFI/AAAAAAAAADA/Cd_Znh3dwQc/s1600-h/gaels-flyhalf-mike-simmons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SKWxe5LHcFI/AAAAAAAAADA/Cd_Znh3dwQc/s320/gaels-flyhalf-mike-simmons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234785286189707346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week long trip Vegas to attend the AWFS (Association of Woodworking &amp;amp; Furnishings Suppliers) and meeting Norm Abrahams.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SKW0l2ogBVI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yG7emsLxY14/s1600-h/norm18_200x250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SKW0l2ogBVI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yG7emsLxY14/s320/norm18_200x250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234788704301614418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Follow Strongman competitions&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SKW1ElmJxSI/AAAAAAAAADY/CMREcU6pp0s/s1600-h/weightlifterbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SKW1ElmJxSI/AAAAAAAAADY/CMREcU6pp0s/s320/weightlifterbig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234789232304309538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monster truck rallies&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SKZuLIsVUfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NrI8x1euA9Y/s1600-h/monster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SKZuLIsVUfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NrI8x1euA9Y/s320/monster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234992754455826930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watch dozens of UFC fights&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SKW7uKDhe-I/AAAAAAAAADo/FLA5qoo5NEg/s1600-h/chuck-liddell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SKW7uKDhe-I/AAAAAAAAADo/FLA5qoo5NEg/s320/chuck-liddell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234796543535578082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rout at Football games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SKYiH_8HjHI/AAAAAAAAADw/6iral7rLCyU/s1600-h/byu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SKYiH_8HjHI/AAAAAAAAADw/6iral7rLCyU/s320/byu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234909137682795634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Attend the National Arm wrestling Championship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SKZVadHz2qI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RGuGihh4JY0/s1600-h/Arm+Wrestling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SKZVadHz2qI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RGuGihh4JY0/s320/Arm+Wrestling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234965529847126690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know if I need to nominate my self for "The most Amazing Boyfriend" award, or if there's just a t-shirt I could wear to let other know how awesome I am. Either way, I easily have to be in the top ten list for "Coolest boyfriend EVER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;Who knows where my talent for finding testosterone driven sports came from, but I'm afraid Chels is forced to deal with it WAY to often. Sorry lil dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-478650668044015279?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/478650668044015279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=478650668044015279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/478650668044015279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/478650668044015279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/08/there-is-no-way-chellor-knew-what-she.html' title='There is NO way Chellor knew what she was getting into when she started dating me!'/><author><name>Pops</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SKWyWXT7y3I/AAAAAAAAADI/F0DTGo6iZ3k/s72-c/1_sullivan%27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-6894346505971945844</id><published>2008-08-10T16:43:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:01:44.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We've decided to adopt! And I am one proud POPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SJ9vl1A6F0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/x26qZgaw32w/s1600-h/DSC04608_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SJ9vl1A6F0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/x26qZgaw32w/s320/DSC04608_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233023987704534850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With so much going on in our lives right now, who has the time to raise a family?! We had thought about it for a long time, and have pondered over questions like: "Is it right for us to raise a family around our busy lives?", and "How many mouths can we afford to feed on our budget?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once we made the decision to adopt, we have have never turned back. Chellor and I are the proud parents of 27 new Venus Flytraps. There used to be a few more mouths but one of our plants fell prey to a couple thirsty puppies searching for water on a hot day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SJ9z2p-8FyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RGg52xUGLvE/s1600-h/DSC04635_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SJ9z2p-8FyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RGg52xUGLvE/s320/DSC04635_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233028674847774498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know it will seem silly to most, but I really am afraid of their little mouths. I don't know if I'm afraid of the little teeth it looks like they have, or maybe I'm freaked out that one will just grab my figure one day while I'm watering them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SJ92c_pWahI/AAAAAAAAACE/2_-N8zs25hk/s1600-h/DSC04598_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SJ92c_pWahI/AAAAAAAAACE/2_-N8zs25hk/s320/DSC04598_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233031532521089554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to a flippin sweet pseudo brother in-law, he let us post a video of one of his carnivorous plants feeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=55430" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="240" height="180"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=6fd002cfd2&amp;amp;photo_id=2690716822&amp;amp;show_info_box=true"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=55430"&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=55430" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=6fd002cfd2&amp;amp;photo_id=2690716822&amp;amp;flickr_show_info_box=true" width="240" height="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/eouio/2690716822/"&gt;Caterpillar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/eouio/"&gt;eouio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-6894346505971945844?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/6894346505971945844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=6894346505971945844' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/6894346505971945844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/6894346505971945844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/08/weve-decided-to-adopt-and-i-am-one.html' title='We&apos;ve decided to adopt! And I am one proud POPS'/><author><name>Pops</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SJ9vl1A6F0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/x26qZgaw32w/s72-c/DSC04608_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-1587191599697247471</id><published>2008-07-30T00:53:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:50:06.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 people I want to kick the crap out of:</title><content type='html'>I created this list not because I necessarily  hate these people, but more cause there is something about these people or something they do, that drives me insane. I've created the following list in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SIYuIdNVdbI/AAAAAAAAAH8/oBsyNmoU7no/s1600-h/paul-teutul-sr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SIYuIdNVdbI/AAAAAAAAAH8/oBsyNmoU7no/s320/paul-teutul-sr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225915140424431026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul Tuttle Sr&lt;/span&gt;. The years of drug abuse, and bulling his own kids around does not give him ANY right to grow that hideous thing he calls a mustache. I want to pin him down and remove every whisker with a pair of needle nose pliers. Also, would sleeves kill him? When he was married in 2007, he ripped the sleeves of his tux to look more macho. Really classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SIalXN3zC8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AO3vS8xgZkQ/s1600-h/flavor-flav-newswire-400a111606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SIalXN3zC8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AO3vS8xgZkQ/s320/flavor-flav-newswire-400a111606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226046235889306562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flava Flav&lt;/span&gt;, He alone is the best argument for birth control. I'm doing the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt; a favor keeping him on this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SJDPEZAaKYI/AAAAAAAAABM/nY7CcYS9ITM/s1600-h/91285pi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SJDPEZAaKYI/AAAAAAAAABM/nY7CcYS9ITM/s320/91285pi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228906841716173186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;08.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hollywood Hogan&lt;/span&gt;, I really need to be clear about his one. Hulk Hogan is a legend and a historical icon. I would never dare to utter his name along with the other clowns on this list. But as for Hollywood "gender confused" Hogan, he has earned a solid spot on here. What were you thinking "BRUTHER", when you were trying to re-invent your self by wearing pink feather boas?  My once hero,  has been reduced to nothing more then a spray tanned leathered sack of crap.  Hollywood Hogan, I'm doing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; a favor kepping you on this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SJC1IDVgqHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kGYgCAhDreo/s1600-h/Mighty_Morphin_Power_Rangers_-_White_Tiger_Ranger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SJC1IDVgqHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kGYgCAhDreo/s320/Mighty_Morphin_Power_Rangers_-_White_Tiger_Ranger.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228878317316253810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07.)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The  White ranger&lt;/span&gt;, I believe he's been on this list longer then everyone else combined. Almost 18 years ago, which I will refer to as  an important "developing" phase of my life.  I was noticing girls more. Especially the Pink Ranger, on Mighty Morphing Power Rangers.  It's no secret, I had a full on crush. Because I was too old to be watching little kid shows, everyday after school I would make sure my lil brother, who was still young enough was watching it. I really started to think the pink ranger and I had a connection. That was until the White ranger came along. The writters of the show had the pink and white ranger hooking up. I was ticked! How could she do this to me!? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who in the heck does this guy think he is&lt;/span&gt;? Still to this day,  he remains firm on this list.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SIYvzKwUm7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/9aa8s2qAqF4/s1600-h/mary.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SIYvzKwUm7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/9aa8s2qAqF4/s320/mary.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225916973716904882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06.)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mary Murphy&lt;/span&gt; and her Hot tamale train. I'm not sure what planet Mary Murphy is from, but  I hope the mothership (which she calls the Hot tamale train) returns soon to reclaim her. Each and every week during the airing of "So you think you can dance", Mary Murphy emits which I can only describe as a high pitch distress call to her home world. It sounds just like random and pointless screaming. Once she finishes this bizarre process she tries to get people go home with her by saying "You’ve got 2 tickets for the &lt;em&gt;Hot Tamale&lt;/em&gt; Train with your name on them”. Mary,  no one wants to go with you and it's only for the better of man kind that you have a place on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SIYwUKxGc2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/6WbyjW4yco0/s1600-h/damon.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SIYwUKxGc2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/6WbyjW4yco0/s320/damon.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225917540655854434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;05.)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damon Yauney&lt;/span&gt;- The morning weather man on local Fox13. Each and every morning I feel like I'm watching a sequel to Zoolander. His ridiculous good looks, and boyish charm is just too over whelming for his brain to function right. His bio on the Fox 13 website states he holds the seal of approval from the American Meteorological Society. I believe this "seal of approval" is only one step above the Weather merit badge I earned in boy scouts always 15 years ago. Damon Yauney, your on here for making us all a little dumber everyday we watch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SIYw6otqibI/AAAAAAAAAI0/OkOCNlSG17U/s1600-h/baboon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SIYw6otqibI/AAAAAAAAAI0/OkOCNlSG17U/s320/baboon1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225918201529534898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;04.)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My neighbors upstairs&lt;/span&gt;, the sounds they are able to generate from their apartment can NOT be human. I can only describe these sounds as baboons mating.  I could almost set my watch to their Saturday afternoon romps. It would be one thing to have a squeaky  mattress,  but the combination of the bed, doors slamming, pots banging, cordless drills, and all while someone is managing to dribble a basketball on the floor is too much! The reason they are on the list... is because he' always parking his car in my spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SIZFd07irXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2ZUTEyBFO3I/s1600-h/joe-rogan-spike-tvs-2006-video-game-awards-0mvHth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SIZFd07irXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2ZUTEyBFO3I/s320/joe-rogan-spike-tvs-2006-video-game-awards-0mvHth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225940796336942450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;03.)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joe Rogan&lt;/span&gt;, is one of the most cockyiest and  pampas men on tv. I think it's important to point out that this list is titled "10 people I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WANT&lt;/span&gt; to kick the crap out of", and not "10 people I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAN&lt;/span&gt; to kick the crap out of".  With this in mind, Joe Rogan at the age of 19 became the youngest Grand Champion of the US Open Tae Kwon Do Championships. This means that he held light weight, middle weight, and heavy weight titles. For this reason Joe Rogan also has a place on my "10 really cool people" list.  Joe Rogan is on this list because, I just thought it would be cool if Joe and I fought, and if I won I could stand over him and ask "So Joe, is fear a factor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SIYvW8zz0uI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Hj_37UTYUS4/s1600-h/guy.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SIYvW8zz0uI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Hj_37UTYUS4/s320/guy.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225916488937100002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;02.)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy Fierri&lt;/span&gt;, One of the most entertaining guys on the Food network. I really enjoy his show "Diners, Drive ins, and Dives". But his goatee freaks me out. Guy reminds me of that creepy old Chinese man who worked at the "China Wok" in the University mall before the mall remodeled. The old man had these hairs growing out of a mole on his face, they must have been 8 inches long. Everyone was so scared to eat there, we all thought we would find one of the hairs in our fried rice. Why has  someone not told him to trim it, cut it, or even shave the stupid thing off. At the very least ask him to put a hair net over his chin. For this reason alone Guy Fieri you have earn a place on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SJDD_oB2-JI/AAAAAAAAABE/UGfHcOwIx2M/s1600-h/Mario+Lopez-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SJDD_oB2-JI/AAAAAAAAABE/UGfHcOwIx2M/s320/Mario+Lopez-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228894665221535890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;01.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mario Lopez,&lt;/span&gt; aka A.C. Slater. I believe his 15 minutes of fam, was up about 20 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Others that are of honorable mention, but did not make the list include:&lt;/span&gt; Andy Dick, Ron Popiel, Steven Seagal,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Pauly Shore, Tila Tequila,  Fran Drescher, Tom Cruise, Miley Cyrus, Billy Blanks, and Bill Nye the science guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to add you own list in the comment section.&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/9175080958408266772-1587191599697247471?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/1587191599697247471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=1587191599697247471' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/1587191599697247471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/1587191599697247471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/07/10-people-i-want-to-kick-crap-out-of.html' title='10 people I want to kick the crap out of:'/><author><name>Pops</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SIYuIdNVdbI/AAAAAAAAAH8/oBsyNmoU7no/s72-c/paul-teutul-sr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-2857622476816872038</id><published>2008-07-29T11:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:50:06.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger Blood Snowcones, FALSE ADVERTISMENT!</title><content type='html'>This is bull crap! If a company advertises a product and then that company fails to produce that product, is this not false advertising? A Snow cone shack in Orem, UT proudly boasts they only use fresh ingredients and they use NO preservatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SI9VGjDvNxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/u5D8bc5piOM/s1600-h/DSC04511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SI9VGjDvNxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/u5D8bc5piOM/s320/DSC04511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228491263378929426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The following story is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;based &lt;/span&gt;on actual events)&lt;br /&gt;Well you could only imagine how shocked and surprised the prepubescent teenagers,  working behind the counter, were when I asked to see their tigers and what they call a "silver fox".  When they just jiggled at me, I promptly slammed my open palms down on the counter and demanded to speak with the manager. Thus making the "Summer Sno" shack the third snow cone shack to file with-straining orders against me. Forth if you count the Ice cream man and his truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, If want a great tasting, and super refreshing snow cone, the "Summer Sno" shack is awesome, but as for me, I'm boycotting them until I see a tiger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SI9VGjDvNxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/u5D8bc5piOM/s1600-h/DSC04511.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-2857622476816872038?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/2857622476816872038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=2857622476816872038' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/2857622476816872038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/2857622476816872038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/07/tiger-blood-snowcones-false.html' title='Tiger Blood Snowcones, FALSE ADVERTISMENT!'/><author><name>Pops</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efa8kPi0Y54/SI9VGjDvNxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/u5D8bc5piOM/s72-c/DSC04511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-6995453490750206185</id><published>2008-07-27T21:33:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:50:07.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss K... look at his silly dog!</title><content type='html'>I completely and totally miss K... He's only been gone for 2 days and I feel like in about 2 minutes I might start walking in circles not knowing what else to do. Sickening I know. To help take my mind of things my friend and I watched 3 movies today. It's helped a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also what has helped is looking at silly pictures of K's princess of a dog. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SI1CSjfFZSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/W0NyVAU7TUU/s1600-h/DSC03687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227907628977710370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SI1CSjfFZSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/W0NyVAU7TUU/s320/DSC03687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is also very talented at looking sad and lonely for attention.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SI1E5JhNkkI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xKipCUXx-dQ/s1600-h/DSC03683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227910491045466690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SI1E5JhNkkI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xKipCUXx-dQ/s320/DSC03683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What does this have to do with me missing K, you ask? ...nothing... that's the point. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-6995453490750206185?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/6995453490750206185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=6995453490750206185' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/6995453490750206185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/6995453490750206185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-miss-k-look-at-his-silly-dog.html' title='I miss K... look at his silly dog!'/><author><name>ninjalove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SI1CSjfFZSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/W0NyVAU7TUU/s72-c/DSC03687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-9152375223649975757</id><published>2008-07-20T23:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:50:07.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sunday Snacks</title><content type='html'>When two wonderful worlds collide a new favorite of ours is created. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raspberries and Frozen Whip Cream. Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SIQl25zAd7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/OSBFNLbF_AU/s1600-h/Sweet+Snacks+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SIQl25zAd7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/OSBFNLbF_AU/s320/Sweet+Snacks+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225343092814542770" 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/9175080958408266772-9152375223649975757?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/9152375223649975757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=9152375223649975757' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/9152375223649975757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/9152375223649975757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweet-sunday-snacks.html' title='Sweet Sunday Snacks'/><author><name>ninjalove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SIQl25zAd7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/OSBFNLbF_AU/s72-c/Sweet+Snacks+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-8519697676254431679</id><published>2008-07-19T23:14:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:50:08.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold stone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='door knobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Spanish Fork... No.  Payson... Maybe</title><content type='html'>Pops and I have some of the greatest &lt;a href="http://robandkjerstin.blogspot.com/"&gt;friends &lt;/a&gt;in the whole world.  I mean that.  I'll fight ya if you try to tell me otherwise!  We don't get to see all of them nearly as much as we both would like to, but when we do we savor every moment of it!  ...even if part of the time is spent at Cold Stone in Spanish Fork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SJHv2j_LE5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/ltBmWsCT9yQ/s1600-h/Rob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SJHv2j_LE5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/ltBmWsCT9yQ/s320/Rob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229224363006038930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Rob because he talks about sports and politics with the same unfathomable enthusiasm and knowledge and I love Kah Jerst because she tries to not be annoyed and pissed off in long lines of high school kids when anything chocolate/candy/ice cream is involved just like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we love them both combined because they have committed their love in the form of doorknobs on their front door. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SILLd2twWZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lBFDsNV3VWE/s1600-h/Rob+n+Kah+Jerst+Fun+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SILLd2twWZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lBFDsNV3VWE/s400/Rob+n+Kah+Jerst+Fun+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224962231467268498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of them means they are really in love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-8519697676254431679?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/8519697676254431679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=8519697676254431679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/8519697676254431679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/8519697676254431679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/07/spanish-fork-no-payson-maybe.html' title='Spanish Fork... No.  Payson... Maybe'/><author><name>ninjalove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SJHv2j_LE5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/ltBmWsCT9yQ/s72-c/Rob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-7784584123268260892</id><published>2008-07-16T20:30:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:50:12.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aligators and Big Screen TVs...</title><content type='html'>I knew Pops would love this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was searching the internet for nothing related to this I stumbled upon this picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SH6xK-LFtII/AAAAAAAAAFU/lUMCInicO2k/s1600-h/Gator+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SH6xK-LFtII/AAAAAAAAAFU/lUMCInicO2k/s320/Gator+car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223807419842671746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the...???" I thought to myself and immediately started trying to find answers to this questionable picture.  After much searching I finally found my answers! Turns out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="storyDateline"&gt;"BRAZORIA, TX&lt;/span&gt; a state trooper found a six foot alligator in the back seat of a burglary suspect's car early Saturday morning 4/12/08.  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the gator Snatcher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SH6wmpE4MCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/R1yNyVJAL_w/s1600-h/gator+car+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SH6wmpE4MCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/R1yNyVJAL_w/s320/gator+car+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223806795704184866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; "The trooper told Eyewitness News that William Johnson found the gator in the road near Angleton and loaded it up into his Buick Regal, then broke into a house in Brazoria.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; DPS Trooper Steve Stanfield explained, "From my understanding, he tried to get a big screen TV out of the house. He couldn't get it in the car by himself, so he recruited a neighbor, who, when he saw the alligator, dropped the TV and said, 'Alright, I ain't got nothing to do with it.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;But don't worry everybody, the gator was released back into the wild unharmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SH6xZZjq-kI/AAAAAAAAAFc/iUGmInRxVbg/s1600-h/gator+released.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SH6xZZjq-kI/AAAAAAAAAFc/iUGmInRxVbg/s320/gator+released.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223807667711703618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the guy ever fit the TV in his car!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-7784584123268260892?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/7784584123268260892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=7784584123268260892' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/7784584123268260892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/7784584123268260892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/07/aligators-and-big-screen-tvs.html' title='Aligators and Big Screen TVs...'/><author><name>ninjalove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SH6xK-LFtII/AAAAAAAAAFU/lUMCInicO2k/s72-c/Gator+car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-2238459393988196363</id><published>2008-07-15T16:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T16:06:00.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh so cute!</title><content type='html'>Check out the cutest picture of K, my nephew Dylan (no not our son!) and Me to the right!  I just got back from a vacation and while I was gone K put that up.  What a great thing to come home to. :)  I love it and it makes me oh so happy everytime I look at it.  Thanks K!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-2238459393988196363?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/2238459393988196363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=2238459393988196363' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/2238459393988196363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/2238459393988196363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-so-cute.html' title='Oh so cute!'/><author><name>ninjalove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-9032897270611629123</id><published>2008-07-10T07:58:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:50:12.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOLD FACE LIES!</title><content type='html'>I thought it was about time I confronted the  lies  C-bass has been spreading about me in a recent post . These malicious half truths have become quite ubiquitous, and I assure you they are completely unfounded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, Janna is no angel! She is always the sinister sibling that has that one ice cube always ready to put down the back of your shirt. Once she slides the ice cube down your back, she then places her hand over the ice cube, pressing it into to your back, and in the most obnoxious voice ask "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whats wrong? You okay?, You don't look okay&lt;/span&gt;".  To others this might look like a loving sister trying to help her brother. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well this is bull crap!&lt;/span&gt; The real reason her hand is on your back,  is to help her judge what your reaction is going to be.  When you turn to pummel her, she uses her hand on your to push off of you to  get a running head start.  Janna deserves what ever she gets. The only thing I'm guilty of... is teaching her everything she knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Chellor.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SHZzKao4PaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/NIJl_JW1ea4/s1600-h/DSC02166+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SHZzKao4PaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/NIJl_JW1ea4/s320/DSC02166+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221487440769334690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My therapist told me that he's proud of me that I will finally able to talk about this and let the true healing process begin. I have kept this bottled up for so long. I'm so tired of hiding the bruises and and making excuses for her.  To set the record straight, I don't walk into doors or fall down a lot. Ever since we started dating, Chellor has picked on me, abused me, and used me as her own sick and twisted game of"king of the mountain". When I have  had enough and have tried to wallop on her she'll say, "stop, stop, stop, stop... I'm sweet" like it was an excuse for her actions.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well that's bull crap too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; I even think Chels is the one giving Janna the ice cubes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on... If you poke a bear long enough, are you&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; REALLY&lt;/span&gt; that surprise you get mauled to death? While yes it is true, I'm the same size as a small pachyderm (according to the scale and charts at Hogle Zoo),  that doesn't mean I don't have feelings too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really glad to finally get that out. I feel so much better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-9032897270611629123?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/9032897270611629123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=9032897270611629123' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/9032897270611629123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/9032897270611629123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/07/bold-face-lies.html' title='BOLD FACE LIES!'/><author><name>ninjalove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SHZzKao4PaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/NIJl_JW1ea4/s72-c/DSC02166+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-2826153044403994745</id><published>2008-07-07T15:03:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:50:12.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><title type='text'>Just a big teddy bear...</title><content type='html'>Everyone who knows K's knows that despite his size and the first impressions people tend to have about him he is really just a big teddy bear. Oh how sweet and innocent he is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SHLKQeK_kXI/AAAAAAAAADU/zOlnfM-_vrU/s1600-h/DSC03696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SHLKQeK_kXI/AAAAAAAAADU/zOlnfM-_vrU/s320/DSC03696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220457302401716594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well everyone, think again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SHLKpRfHSiI/AAAAAAAAADc/QvXufhL08QY/s1600-h/DSC03697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SHLKpRfHSiI/AAAAAAAAADc/QvXufhL08QY/s320/DSC03697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220457728493177378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any time we go to K's parents house and his younger (and almost as tall as him!) sister is in attendance something to this effect happens. K beating up on her, she refusing to call mercy, me not being able to watch because on one hand I feel bad for her, but on the other I just want her call mercy! Janna, don't you know that he knows how to immobilize with a simple touch of the finger and also that he could kill you with one swift movement of the hand?! Thank heavens I learned this early on in our relationship and I now know not to mess with him... ok so I still do, but I quickly cry for mercy after a few ineffective punches and head locks with my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for taking the beatings Janna because even though I've got a lot of fight in me we all know my 5'2 frame is no match for his 6'3 frame!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-2826153044403994745?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/2826153044403994745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=2826153044403994745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/2826153044403994745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/2826153044403994745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-big-teddy-bear.html' title='Just a big teddy bear...'/><author><name>ninjalove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SHLKQeK_kXI/AAAAAAAAADU/zOlnfM-_vrU/s72-c/DSC03696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-1903793748529553712</id><published>2008-06-29T11:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:50:13.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Super America Dragon, Please"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SGiPc3eBaNI/AAAAAAAAACI/_0BltdCV_uM/s1600-h/732px-Sushi_at_Pasadena_restaurant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217577894397700306" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center; width: 283px; height: 232px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SGiPc3eBaNI/AAAAAAAAACI/_0BltdCV_uM/s320/732px-Sushi_at_Pasadena_restaurant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few people know of the visceral love, Half Pint (chellor) and I have for amazing sushi. Throughout all of our travels, coast to coast, we've been known to visit a few sushi restaurants. Believe it or not one of the best places we've found and absolutely love just happens to be located in, chemically induced, Happy Valley. In fact, after returning from a recent vacation, we had to rush straight from the airport to our super secretive sushi sanctuary we missed so much. So it was no surprise to me that as soon as Chels flew in Saturday night she was craving raw fish. She might tell you I called her earlier in the week begging to go, but that is simply untrue... kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet up with a few of our sushi addicted friends, and Schoney- the Ethiopian. The night was a real blast, and a ton of fun to catch up with some amazing people. Chellor is always able to talk the chief into making her "special" rolls. The chief, who by the way does not speak the best English and shouts "please" after everything he says, seems to understands Chellor's womanly wilds just fine. This time he made her a"Super American Dragon" (not on the menu). It was the biggest roll I had ever seen. Typically I don't mind guys trying to flirt with Chels cause, A: I don't blame them, she's pretty dang hot, and B: I just stare'em down. But this dude has a huge knife! I don't speak an ounce of mandarin but when I tried staring him down, he gave me a look like he was gonna to cut me, and I understood him just fine.&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-1903793748529553712?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/1903793748529553712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=1903793748529553712' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/1903793748529553712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/1903793748529553712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/06/super-america-dragon-please.html' title='&quot;Super America Dragon, Please&quot;'/><author><name>ninjalove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SGiPc3eBaNI/AAAAAAAAACI/_0BltdCV_uM/s72-c/732px-Sushi_at_Pasadena_restaurant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-4909354044711463361</id><published>2008-06-28T23:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:19:17.893-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mating dances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jason stathom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet coke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mms'/><title type='text'>He really does love me!</title><content type='html'>I would like everyone to know that Pops held true to his plans.  I walked into his very clean apt., sat on the couch and within 30 seconds there was a cold diet coke, my own pack of peanut M&amp;amp;Ms, and even a picture of... yes... JASON STATHOM. (now of course I'll have to watch him in action in The Transporter.  You all know the scene with him rolling around in the grease then using the bike pedals for balance, stability and to kick the big overbearing guy's butt.....  mmmm)  Oh what was i saying... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For real though he even did  the head bob scoot across the floor dance for me! of course I thought he was sick from our sushi dinner, but it was sweet all the same.  I've missed him all week long and he really made my coming home special.  Love ya babesa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-4909354044711463361?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/4909354044711463361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=4909354044711463361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/4909354044711463361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/4909354044711463361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/06/he-really-does-love-me.html' title='He really does love me!'/><author><name>ninjalove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-5667042457806839993</id><published>2008-06-28T12:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T13:42:53.635-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's business, it's business time!</title><content type='html'>Chellor is coming home! Honestly, it's about dang time. For me, it's nothing short of a miracle that I'm able to survive the entire week when she leaves me here to fend for myself.   Although I am truly amazed at what I'm able to learn about myself while she's gone. For example, I've learned my jokes don't seem to be as funny when she's not around. Not that she always laughs at my jokes, but I miss her having to roll her eyes, and under her breath, mumble "Oh, brother".  I have also learned that I depend on Chels for my sense of fashion. I have found that it's embarrassing when I arrive at work to have my co-workers comment,"Are you wearing your little brother's shirt?", or "COOL,I didn't know they even still made Jenco pants". Needless to say, but I'm  Über excited that she's coming home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-66893f4a8f90ad87" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D66893f4a8f90ad87%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329893013%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D10287AD60890E3211B559573F22DC9F731391CD4.3C0558DB7AF0FB88E9AEB6AA1355545E0DF62AF6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D66893f4a8f90ad87%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjIeSCbmOjYGwIo5vg8pPeK4KwBE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D66893f4a8f90ad87%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329893013%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D10287AD60890E3211B559573F22DC9F731391CD4.3C0558DB7AF0FB88E9AEB6AA1355545E0DF62AF6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D66893f4a8f90ad87%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjIeSCbmOjYGwIo5vg8pPeK4KwBE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching this story on the  Golden-fronted Bowerbird, I came up with a view ideas of my own to impress Chellor when she returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;First- Clean my apartment: It's incredible what my Orrick, and a little Pledge can do to spruce up the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Second-Stock my apartment with all of her favorite things: M&amp;amp;Ms, Diet coke, &lt;span class="a"&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;/span&gt; "trash novels", and at least one picture of Jason Statham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Third- Practice my dance moves and get ready to strut my stuff. This one is going to be a little tougher. One of the other things I have learned about myself while she's been gone, is a man of my caliber (size) should NEVER, EVER shimmy, it always turns out looking like a truffle shuffle. Also since I think the Haka might scared her off, this leaves me very few options. So I have decided to work on my incredible moonwalking skills before for she gets back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'll let you know how it all turns out. Welcome home Chellor, I missed you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-5667042457806839993?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=66893f4a8f90ad87&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/5667042457806839993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=5667042457806839993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/5667042457806839993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/5667042457806839993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-business-its-business-time.html' title='It&apos;s business, it&apos;s business time!'/><author><name>ninjalove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175080958408266772.post-749068865107175190</id><published>2008-06-26T00:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:50:13.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's taken nearly 5 years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SGT9sMM9qEI/AAAAAAAAABY/nmnM4lja3AI/s1600-h/DSC02163+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SGT9sMM9qEI/AAAAAAAAABY/nmnM4lja3AI/s320/DSC02163+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216573204033546306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Chellor and I have finally decided to make the plunge and take our relationship to the next level. I know many of you have been hoping for this. Others have been telling us just to do and get it over with cause it's  going to happen eventually. We just never wanted to rush in to it, and thought we would take our time. Chellor and I have decided to make the big commitment to finally get our very own blog. We've talked about it for a long time now and we just felt the timing was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how many times I have been asked "Do you  have a Blog?", or "Do you Blog?". I was offended at first when people would ask, and I thought "It's none of your business". But when I realized that a "Blog"  meant an online journal and it was not something I thought I had remembered from my 8th grade anatomy test, I was a little relieved and plenty embarrassed all at the same time. Even though I still believe "blog" is the ugliest word in the English language, we're stoked to be able to share the stories of our "epic" dates, amazing  adventures, and our ultra busy lives with a lot of amazing people we get to call friends.  Hope you enjoy the blog as we continue to update it and post more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175080958408266772-749068865107175190?l=popsnchellor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/feeds/749068865107175190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175080958408266772&amp;postID=749068865107175190' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/749068865107175190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175080958408266772/posts/default/749068865107175190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-taken-nearly-5-years.html' title='It&apos;s taken nearly 5 years!'/><author><name>ninjalove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k-59jrbv2c/SGT9sMM9qEI/AAAAAAAAABY/nmnM4lja3AI/s72-c/DSC02163+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
