<?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-443678618174304849</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:59:35.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family of six!</title><subtitle type='html'>Travis ~ Sima ~ Chandler ~ Hunter ~ Ashton ~ Bella</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349250798185465826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLMn5OaoLCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w1qSjLeDEg0/S220/SimaatSMsigning1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443678618174304849.post-5127940168805509404</id><published>2009-05-20T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:00:19.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon Countdown Official Poster</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*MjgzMTU*MzY4NyZwdD*xMjQyODMxNjA*ODkwJnA9MTIwNzQxJmQ9c3dBYUpRZS1Gc1VRai1ZbiZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*yJnQ9Jm89NGM1Yjg*MmZhZDBiNDBhMGE4NTExMDRlM2U1MGIyMDgmb2Y9MA==.gif" /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="playerLoader" width="200" height="300" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://farm.sproutbuilder.com/load/swAaJQe-FsUQj-Yn.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="best" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://farm.sproutbuilder.com/load/swAaJQe-FsUQj-Yn.swf" width="200" height="300" name="playerLoader" align="middle" wmode="transparent" play="true" loop="false" quality="best" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer"&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/443678618174304849-5127940168805509404?l=sima13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/feeds/5127940168805509404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=443678618174304849&amp;postID=5127940168805509404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/5127940168805509404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/5127940168805509404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-moon-countdown-official-poster.html' title='New Moon Countdown Official Poster'/><author><name>Sima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349250798185465826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLMn5OaoLCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w1qSjLeDEg0/S220/SimaatSMsigning1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443678618174304849.post-5448707093128129525</id><published>2009-05-08T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:41:59.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Van</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;We have a friend that we see everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;She's good, hard working and never leads us astray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;We depend on her for a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;She knew this the day she was bought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;She carries what is most dear to our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;We've had to replace a few parts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Through out these years as she's seen us grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;We've spilled, broke, torn, ripped, and left prints on the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Yes, she's taken a lot of wear and tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;did I mention the ceiling is coming off and almost bare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;The drivers seat is barely hanging on with a rope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;And we ask her, "please keep the channel on this station". We can only hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;That's right, she controls the channels and changes them often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;But we can't complain and we haven't forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;That because of this great friend we have traveled the land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;We gone from Utah, Nevada, Colorado, Missouri, and to Houston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;And someday (hopefully very soon) when we say our goodbyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;We can take a piece of her with us like the rear wiper that threatens to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;So when were jammin to some music, if she let's us, or rolling down the only window that works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;We have to admit our AMAZEMENT that she is still with us despite all her little quirks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;We're grateful to have such a great friend in our lives. We consider ourselves her biggest fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Yes, we will always consider you the best. And one things for sure, you're our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VAN!&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/443678618174304849-5448707093128129525?l=sima13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/feeds/5448707093128129525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=443678618174304849&amp;postID=5448707093128129525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/5448707093128129525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/5448707093128129525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-van.html' title='Our Van'/><author><name>Sima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349250798185465826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLMn5OaoLCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w1qSjLeDEg0/S220/SimaatSMsigning1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443678618174304849.post-2074196262906527956</id><published>2009-04-08T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:24:22.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASHTON!&lt;br /&gt;THE BIG THREE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/Sd1JN-v7Q2I/AAAAAAAAANI/sHRKJ2jrZXE/s1600-h/Ashtoncloseup309.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/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/Sd1JN-v7Q2I/AAAAAAAAANI/sHRKJ2jrZXE/s320/Ashtoncloseup309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322490839152935778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton is the sunshine in our family. Just with his smile he lights up the room and makes us happy! He loves to be active and is always finding something to do. He is always trying to be like his big brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/Sd1Kkra8_tI/AAAAAAAAANY/AslPTBfr3xE/s1600-h/my+three+sons.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/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/Sd1Kkra8_tI/AAAAAAAAANY/AslPTBfr3xE/s320/my+three+sons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322492328613314258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because Ashton is such an active boy, he gets so tired that he can pretty much fall asleep anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/Sd1L79PqC9I/AAAAAAAAANg/AdFSk8EiNyg/s1600-h/ashtonasleeponwoodfloor.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/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/Sd1L79PqC9I/AAAAAAAAANg/AdFSk8EiNyg/s320/ashtonasleeponwoodfloor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322493828046392274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so very blessed to have such a cheerful and lively boy. He is a beautiful member of the family. We love you Ashton! So very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/Sd1MMIqz6MI/AAAAAAAAANo/H2zAIhqxKro/s1600-h/Ashtonincar.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/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/Sd1MMIqz6MI/AAAAAAAAANo/H2zAIhqxKro/s320/Ashtonincar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322494105990981826" 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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/443678618174304849-2074196262906527956?l=sima13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/feeds/2074196262906527956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=443678618174304849&amp;postID=2074196262906527956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/2074196262906527956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/2074196262906527956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-ashton-big-three-ashton.html' title=''/><author><name>Sima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349250798185465826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLMn5OaoLCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w1qSjLeDEg0/S220/SimaatSMsigning1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/Sd1JN-v7Q2I/AAAAAAAAANI/sHRKJ2jrZXE/s72-c/Ashtoncloseup309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443678618174304849.post-3534593047863965375</id><published>2009-04-02T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T14:59:02.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SdVR3MFK-CI/AAAAAAAAANA/DeDnYXpPUu4/s1600-h/hunteriscoole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SdVR3MFK-CI/AAAAAAAAANA/DeDnYXpPUu4/s320/hunteriscoole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320248543385679906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;br /&gt;Hunter!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow 7 Yrs. old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, It has been a long while since I have posted on my blog. I am happy to say that Hunter has given me a great reason to start up again. Happy birthday to Hunter! 7 years...he is growing up so fast. I remember bringing him home from the hospital. Hunter definitely brings sunshine to our family. He is very happy and loves to sing and dance. He makes us smile daily. He is a very loving boy to his family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;We love you Hunter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/443678618174304849-3534593047863965375?l=sima13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/feeds/3534593047863965375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=443678618174304849&amp;postID=3534593047863965375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/3534593047863965375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/3534593047863965375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-hunter-wow-7-yrs.html' title=''/><author><name>Sima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349250798185465826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLMn5OaoLCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w1qSjLeDEg0/S220/SimaatSMsigning1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SdVR3MFK-CI/AAAAAAAAANA/DeDnYXpPUu4/s72-c/hunteriscoole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443678618174304849.post-2986113886074673055</id><published>2008-12-19T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:06:47.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SUw7M9gTUCI/AAAAAAAAAMY/p7DcD5mSM2M/s1600-h/Theboysreadyforwinter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281661556853264418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SUw7M9gTUCI/AAAAAAAAAMY/p7DcD5mSM2M/s320/Theboysreadyforwinter.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In honor of Chandler's 10Th birthday, I have to do a little bragging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chandler never ceases to amaze me. He loves his brothers (and sister, of course) so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Here are a few examples :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other day at school Hunter lost his lunch money. Chandler felt bad and he gave him his lunch money. Chandlers friends wondered why in the world he would give his lunch up for his little brother. He said, " I'm not going to let my little brother starve." He then gave them a "duh" look. He didn't eat lunch so his little brother could. My heart melted when I heard that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another time they were headed off to school and they were about half way their and Chandler noticed that Hunter forgot his back pack. He told Hunter to wait and he went back home and got his back pack for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Other things that he does is he takes Ashton out in the neighborhood after school sometimes to play or go for a walk. It really helps me out when its time to cook dinner or I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chandler is very attuned to how people feel around him. There are a hand full of times that he senses when I am stressed or tired and he helps by taking the the kids and playing with them so I can have a breather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chandler is so amazing. His heart is so full of love and compassion toward others. A trait he no doubt got from his father. We are so blessed to have Chandler in our family &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/443678618174304849-2986113886074673055?l=sima13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/feeds/2986113886074673055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=443678618174304849&amp;postID=2986113886074673055' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/2986113886074673055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/2986113886074673055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-honor-of-chandlers-10th-birthday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349250798185465826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLMn5OaoLCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w1qSjLeDEg0/S220/SimaatSMsigning1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SUw7M9gTUCI/AAAAAAAAAMY/p7DcD5mSM2M/s72-c/Theboysreadyforwinter.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443678618174304849.post-2532411780704986192</id><published>2008-12-15T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:37:54.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday Bella!</title><content type='html'>One year ago our lives changed. We had a baby girl and our fourth child. I was a little scared to have a girl. I know boys because I have three of them. But, girls...Wow! I love it so far. Words cannot describe how much I love Bella. She is so peaceful and loving. Everyday I look at her and she smiles at me. It is like she is saying "I love you mom". I look back at her and smile and say out loud, "I love you too, Bella". She is so beautiful and she has us all wrapped around her little finger. Happy birthday beautiful Bella Alexandria Eggett! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-81.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2161727821159204481&amp;amp;site=widget-81.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2161727821159204481&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-81.slide.com/p1/2161727821159204481/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2161727821159204481&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-81.slide.com/p2/2161727821159204481/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2161727821159204481&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-81.slide.com/p4/2161727821159204481/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/443678618174304849-2532411780704986192?l=sima13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/feeds/2532411780704986192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=443678618174304849&amp;postID=2532411780704986192' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/2532411780704986192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/2532411780704986192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-1st-birthday-bella.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday Bella!'/><author><name>Sima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349250798185465826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLMn5OaoLCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w1qSjLeDEg0/S220/SimaatSMsigning1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443678618174304849.post-5316074218372781725</id><published>2008-11-13T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:39:12.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go BYU!!!  OH no! They lost.</title><content type='html'>Travis was fortunate enough to get some tickets to a BYU vs. TCU football game. He was planning on taking just the two older boys for some good father/son bonding. But, as you can see, I really really wanted to go. So at the last minute Travis asked our most gracious neighbor if she wouldn't mind taking care of the two little ones. She said she would in exchange for me taking her child for half a day. Yes! I got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SRzLsUGIthI/AAAAAAAAAK4/w3G7Oi2_fGg/s1600-h/simatravchanhunt.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/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SRzLsUGIthI/AAAAAAAAAK4/w3G7Oi2_fGg/s320/simatravchanhunt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268309626285766162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun. We took the 4 hour drive to Dallas/Fort Worth, Texas. It was well worth it. We saw a lot of people we new from our church including our bishop and his family. We also saw someone famous. You can probably see him in the back round signing autographs. Ty Detmer was their as a quest speaker at the tail gate party to help us get pumped up for the game. He signed Hunter and Chandler's football. He was very nice and stayed and signed autographs up until the game started. As we were walking to the stadium we were walking with friends and Hunter was straying a little from us and Ty noticed and said, " hey! you better get over this way by your family." I didn't see him right behind us. It was very nice of him to notice Hunter straying away and then say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SRzO-f9aW0I/AAAAAAAAALI/b8--9a6Vuk4/s1600-h/ty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SRzO-f9aW0I/AAAAAAAAALI/b8--9a6Vuk4/s320/ty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268313237242927938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SRzPYya5rJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2t4wHQPQnmM/s1600-h/chandlerhunterinlinefacepaint.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/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SRzPYya5rJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2t4wHQPQnmM/s320/chandlerhunterinlinefacepaint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268313688875052178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SRzPs6cRqqI/AAAAAAAAALY/K9WdZ8f9d74/s1600-h/travchandlerhunterfacepainted.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/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SRzPs6cRqqI/AAAAAAAAALY/K9WdZ8f9d74/s320/travchandlerhunterfacepainted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268314034625686178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so BYU lost. That was hard to take in. Despite that little set back, we had a blast! I have to say that the TCU fans were very nice about it. While walking back to our car,  a TCU fan said to us that "BYU is a really good team, we were lucky". I agreed with him.  I immediately felt better. The BYU fans were amazingly loud. I was very impressed. We were in seats where you could see all the BYU fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SRzRAGrqcrI/AAAAAAAAALg/GJeCBfafC0M/s1600-h/viewofstadium.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/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SRzRAGrqcrI/AAAAAAAAALg/GJeCBfafC0M/s320/viewofstadium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268315463840592562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SRzRSaRi9HI/AAAAAAAAALo/f2W_ppEF_ls/s1600-h/boysatstadium.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/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SRzRSaRi9HI/AAAAAAAAALo/f2W_ppEF_ls/s320/boysatstadium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268315778337404018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really had a great time. It was nice to be able to just sit and not have to worry about a baby or toddler. No changing diapers, bottles, or crying. It was nice. We got out of their about 10pm and started our 4 hour drive home. It was not as bad as I thought it would be. I drove most of the way home because I do better driving at night. The rest of the family slept.  About an hour before we got home I was really tired and Travis was able to get a little nap in, so he took over for the rest of the drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SRzS_VEdGjI/AAAAAAAAALw/gvA8o49jz60/s1600-h/famatstadium.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/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SRzS_VEdGjI/AAAAAAAAALw/gvA8o49jz60/s320/famatstadium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268317649546058290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it home at about2:30am. We still had to get up for school and work. We were very tired. But, like I said, it was worth it. We had a blast! Go BYU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/443678618174304849-5316074218372781725?l=sima13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/feeds/5316074218372781725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=443678618174304849&amp;postID=5316074218372781725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/5316074218372781725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/5316074218372781725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-byu-oh-no-they-lost.html' title='Go BYU!!!  OH no! They lost.'/><author><name>Sima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349250798185465826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLMn5OaoLCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w1qSjLeDEg0/S220/SimaatSMsigning1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SRzLsUGIthI/AAAAAAAAAK4/w3G7Oi2_fGg/s72-c/simatravchanhunt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443678618174304849.post-5439822414483245746</id><published>2008-10-30T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T09:11:25.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Alexandria!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;To my sister, Alexandria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SQ3OpatrASI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Li9GH99H1So/s1600-h/xanlittlegirlinspain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SQ3OpatrASI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Li9GH99H1So/s320/xanlittlegirlinspain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264090750406820130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SQ3Hl01xaWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/oWn70HbXPN8/s1600-h/xanlittlegirlblackandwhite.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/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SQ3Hl01xaWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/oWn70HbXPN8/s320/xanlittlegirlblackandwhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264082992119245154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very blessed to have Alexandria as my sister. I have always wanted to be like her. I remember that I wanted braces just like her. With the head gear and everything. She could even make head gear look good. That takes talent. Speaking of Talent, I love to hear her sing. One time at church I got to sing with Alexandria and mom. I was so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SQ3IiChTpEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HMh4aaMwQYw/s1600-h/youngerxanandbrothersinspain.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/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SQ3IiChTpEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HMh4aaMwQYw/s320/youngerxanandbrothersinspain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264084026583655490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SQ3I4D3UzlI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_yxkbQ9EKLI/s1600-h/teenagexanwithbrothers.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/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SQ3I4D3UzlI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_yxkbQ9EKLI/s320/teenagexanwithbrothers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264084404901563986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing, and there are a lot of things, that I love about Alexandria  is how much she loves her family. She always puts us first. She shows us everyday how much she loves us. We are always welcome in her home. If we have any problems, we can count on her anytime to help us in anyway she can. She has the ability to tackle any problem with love and devotion.  I know she would do anything for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SQ3SzZmQNcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/LrVqL1XlI20/s1600-h/familypic1.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/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SQ3SzZmQNcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/LrVqL1XlI20/s320/familypic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264095319952471490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I always looked forward to waking up in the mornings so I could see what creation Xan made with her clothes and hair. I remember thinking that when I got to high school I wanted to wear a scarf in my hair just like Xan. But, the times changed by the time I got to high school and "all natural grunge" was the style for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when we shared a room. We had that black and white t.v. and Alexandria let me stay up late to watch Gone with the wind. (Ahh Ret Butler) Anyway, I was so happy that she let me stay up late with her. I was like her best friend and we were having a sleep over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SQ3TQRZZx-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/jO575E1Vyu0/s1600-h/simaandxan.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/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SQ3TQRZZx-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/jO575E1Vyu0/s320/simaandxan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264095815967295458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Music. There are some songs that come on the radio that remind me of Xan. It is amazing to me how music ties into so much memory. For instance, "Bizzare love triangle" is a song that I remember very well that ties some of my memories to Xan. The dancing, the singing, the clothes, the hair! I wanted to go to "The Bay" so bad with Xan. Of course I was too young. I have to admit, I was a little jealous of Mark. He got to go with Xan to "The Bay" and "Club DV8".  The only reason Mark got to go was because he was the only one that would let Xan dress him up and he could actually dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SQ3VHtm7zMI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9N0JaMtGCoU/s1600-h/zanandmark.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/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SQ3VHtm7zMI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9N0JaMtGCoU/s320/zanandmark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264097867944676546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing Xan and I have in common is how much we love our brothers! We would do anything for them. I know Alexandria will agree with me when I say that we are so blessed to have such good brothers that, despite some "pot holes" in the road-instead of bumps-, they  have grown up to be great men. We are very proud of all of their accomplishments. We see how much they love their families and it makes us so proud to be their sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SQ3Wz9LgqtI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wv-UBNrhfFU/s1600-h/mybros1.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/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SQ3Wz9LgqtI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wv-UBNrhfFU/s320/mybros1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264099727550491346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came time to name our beautiful baby girl there was no doubt I wanted her to have a name that represented someone beautiful, strong, courageous, loving and creative. Naturally I chose Alexandria. There was no doubt in my mind that that was to be part of her name forever. Bella Alexandria Eggett loves her aunt. They bonded immediately. It warmed my heart that Xan loved hubba bubba the first time she saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SQ3Y15KgBLI/AAAAAAAAAKw/J6o8NQO1dhA/s1600-h/bellaandxan.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/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SQ3Y15KgBLI/AAAAAAAAAKw/J6o8NQO1dhA/s320/bellaandxan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264101959855506610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say to you, Alexandria, that I love you so very much. I wish that we could live closer together. I know that we would be there for each other everyday. I would join your "Bountiful Babes" running group. It would be so much fun. Have a wonderful birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All my love to you, your sister,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Enjoy some music that reminds me of Xan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SQ3SZwHTeOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Tm2VsHyBGyo/s1600-h/simamomxanatweddingblackandwhite.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/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SQ3SZwHTeOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Tm2VsHyBGyo/s320/simamomxanatweddingblackandwhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264094879320078562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/443678618174304849-5439822414483245746?l=sima13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/feeds/5439822414483245746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=443678618174304849&amp;postID=5439822414483245746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/5439822414483245746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/5439822414483245746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-alexandria.html' title='Happy Birthday Alexandria!!!'/><author><name>Sima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349250798185465826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLMn5OaoLCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w1qSjLeDEg0/S220/SimaatSMsigning1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SQ3OpatrASI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Li9GH99H1So/s72-c/xanlittlegirlinspain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443678618174304849.post-4945857815442200826</id><published>2008-09-25T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:11:19.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurrican Ike</title><content type='html'>We Survived!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing to me how we can switch our minds and bodies into survival mode. We knew the hurricane was coming and we prepared the best way we could.&lt;br /&gt;The first slideshow is before the storm and the neighborhood coming together to wish each other good luck. You can see the clouds coming in and the wind starting to blow the trees around. We finally had to go in because their was debris flying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-60.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2161727821157498976&amp;amp;site=widget-60.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2161727821157498976&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-60.slide.com/p1/2161727821157498976/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2161727821157498976&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-60.slide.com/p2/2161727821157498976/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2161727821157498976&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-60.slide.com/p4/2161727821157498976/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night the wind blew hard. The power turned off and the boys and Bella fell asleep in the closet. I could not sleep at all. The storm was loud and I was uncomfortable in the closet. I could here all kinds of big sounds out side.  I was scared. I decided right then that now would be a good time to repent for all of my sins.(ha ha?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-53.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2161727821157660243&amp;amp;site=widget-53.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2161727821157660243&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-53.slide.com/p1/2161727821157660243/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2161727821157660243&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-53.slide.com/p2/2161727821157660243/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2161727821157660243&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-53.slide.com/p4/2161727821157660243/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day it rained and rained. We all emerged from our homes to survey the damage. Trees everywhere, fences torn down, flooding in the streets. We were so blessed to only have our tree fall over and barely miss our home. We also had flooding in the front room so Travis took care of that with a generator, extension cord, and a wet vac. The next slide show is of the damage around our neighborhood and the kids having a little fun in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f1.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2161727821157660657&amp;amp;site=widget-f1.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2161727821157660657&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f1.slide.com/p1/2161727821157660657/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2161727821157660657&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f1.slide.com/p2/2161727821157660657/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2161727821157660657&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f1.slide.com/p4/2161727821157660657/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said our tree fell over, so we had to put it back up. We hope it will make it. My friend Christina thought that going in the middle of the street was the best way to get around the debris that was on the side walks without getting all muddy. Kim and I thought otherwise. I captured a picture of her holding up traffic while walking in the middle of the street holding Teia, Kim's little girl. We laughed pretty hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f4.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2161727821157669108&amp;amp;site=widget-f4.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2161727821157669108&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f4.slide.com/p1/2161727821157669108/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2161727821157669108&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f4.slide.com/p2/2161727821157669108/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2161727821157669108&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f4.slide.com/p4/2161727821157669108/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next almost two weeks we had no power. It was a camping trip that you couldn't leave. My boys loved it. Flashlights, fire pit, smores, staying up late because of no school, dirty clothes, playing non stop, it was a boys dream come true. The kids had the best vacation. Of course they had no idea the worry that was going on behind the scenes. Ah, to be a little kid again and not have to worry about food, laundry, or when our power was going to turn back on. Speaking of laundry, I had the great opportunity to test my inner domestic skills. To say that I was a little annoyed could be an understatement. Chandler so kindly captured one of my great hurricane moments, "doing the laundry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SOy_yjijgbI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Iwn5xRY1bII/s1600-h/washingclothesinthetub1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SOy_yjijgbI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Iwn5xRY1bII/s320/washingclothesinthetub1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254785740489064882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SOzAL-nicWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/nrKNGpo9MmU/s1600-h/washingclothesinthetub2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SOzAL-nicWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/nrKNGpo9MmU/s320/washingclothesinthetub2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254786177254453602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to add this picture because, well, I have no pride. I am willing to show all of you exactly how I look on day three with no power, and at that time,  no water. We had to wait a little bit before we used the water just to be sure the water was not contaminated. It turned out it was not. I just have to say that you are seeing me right when I woke up. This is my "just woke up after tossing and turning no shower for three days humidity drivin tousled hurricane hair".  Few! (and no, those are not "G's") Please do not be scared. My friend Mandy came to my rescue as soon as she could. She saved my hair! It is back to normal now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SOzFgqQro9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/4nDjW1vJ-mM/s1600-h/simahurricanehair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SOzFgqQro9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/4nDjW1vJ-mM/s320/simahurricanehair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254792030125269970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the last slide show with pictures of our family and friends getting together to eat all our meat before it goes bad. We probably gained a pound or two eating steak, chicken, pork, ribs, hot dogs, and so on, every night. You will also see pictures of our cooler that we used as our "refrigerator" and also some of the clean up that was being done. There are still piles and piles of debris along the sides of the rode ready to be picked up. Also some pictures of the kids playing, the clothes line that Travis put up for me so I could hang our clothes up in the back yard,  and more. I have to add that now that the power is back on, It was not that bad with no power. The last two days we were able to borrow a generator from a family(thank you Rascon's!) and I was able to run a fan (it was getting really hot), vacuum, do a load or two of laundry. It was great. We also watched a movie and I made popcorn from our gas stove. (I love gas stoves. we were able to use our stove because we could just light it with a match and it turned on. Amazing how that works.) I could go on and on about the many things that happened and the things Travis and I learned from the whole experience.  If their is one thing that I can take from this experience it is that I love my family and I am so blessed to be a part of it. We really grew closer together and we took care of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-00.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2161727821157703680&amp;amp;site=widget-00.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2161727821157703680&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-00.slide.com/p1/2161727821157703680/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2161727821157703680&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-00.slide.com/p2/2161727821157703680/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2161727821157703680&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-00.slide.com/p4/2161727821157703680/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, I have to give credit to Travis who worked very hard to help around our community. Last hurricane he bought a chain saw and so he was so excited to use it again. He got it out and told me that he needed to help a neighbor with a tree on his house or a neighbor with a tree in his yard, and so on. He was coming and going with that thing. I could tell that it made feel good to be using such a powerful piece of equipment. Way to be a man, Travis!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/443678618174304849-4945857815442200826?l=sima13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/feeds/4945857815442200826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=443678618174304849&amp;postID=4945857815442200826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/4945857815442200826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/4945857815442200826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/2008/09/hurrican-ike.html' title='Hurrican Ike'/><author><name>Sima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349250798185465826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLMn5OaoLCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w1qSjLeDEg0/S220/SimaatSMsigning1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SOy_yjijgbI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Iwn5xRY1bII/s72-c/washingclothesinthetub1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443678618174304849.post-1029693703905673359</id><published>2008-08-25T16:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T07:31:03.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 years!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLNSlgAi_WI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Lp02v-VrhYY/s1600-h/weddingpic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238621595762883938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLNSlgAi_WI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Lp02v-VrhYY/s320/weddingpic3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Wow! 11 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLNS6EzG4FI/AAAAAAAAAGk/El3ljQ34tQk/s1600-h/weddingpic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238621949236011090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLNS6EzG4FI/AAAAAAAAAGk/El3ljQ34tQk/s320/weddingpic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Travis for a wonderful 11 years. Thank you for your support, unconditional love, PATIENCE, thoughtfulness, selflessness, willingness to put others first. I sometimes feel like I don't deserve you. You are such a strength in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLNT3VclLaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/nFVjCo5QbKQ/s1600-h/weddingpic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238623001676950946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLNT3VclLaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/nFVjCo5QbKQ/s320/weddingpic4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember when the photographer asked us to look at each other for this picture, and when we did I thought WOW, I know he is going to be the best dad ever to our children. Travis you are an amazing father! Thank you for be their for our kids. Thank you for loving them, playing with them, talking to them like they really matter to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLNWUmAz05I/AAAAAAAAAG8/TO0zExBZba0/s1600-h/weddingpic5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238625703363335058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLNWUmAz05I/AAAAAAAAAG8/TO0zExBZba0/s320/weddingpic5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think this picture was planned. It was a very sweet moment. Thank you for all the sweet moments we have had. Thank you for respecting me. Thank you for making me feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLNXbb4oqgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/vYTREgFnLek/s1600-h/weddingpic6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238626920415406594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLNXbb4oqgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/vYTREgFnLek/s320/weddingpic6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you for honoring your responsibilities as a husband, father, and in your church duties. Thank you for being such a great example to our three boys. Showing them how a true man should be, act, and live. For our daughter, she will strive to marry someone like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLNZAFVZ2-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/2MeFJ-H9TXI/s1600-h/weddingpic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238628649528843234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLNZAFVZ2-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/2MeFJ-H9TXI/s320/weddingpic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite picture out of all of them. This picture is so us. Happy anniversary Travis. Thank you for everything. I only hope that I can do for you what you have done for me. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE, SIMA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/443678618174304849-1029693703905673359?l=sima13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/feeds/1029693703905673359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=443678618174304849&amp;postID=1029693703905673359' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/1029693703905673359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/1029693703905673359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/2008/08/11-years.html' title='11 years!!'/><author><name>Sima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349250798185465826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLMn5OaoLCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w1qSjLeDEg0/S220/SimaatSMsigning1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLNSlgAi_WI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Lp02v-VrhYY/s72-c/weddingpic3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443678618174304849.post-4552096012738943906</id><published>2008-06-24T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:36.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chandler in Swim Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chandler has already had a very busy summer. We just finished this season of swim team. We loved going to the swim meets and  supporting Chandler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SGEOCMAVlQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/e2s-AubO2R4/s1600-h/chandler2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SGEOCMAVlQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/e2s-AubO2R4/s320/chandler2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215465274216912130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His form is getting better and better. This is our third year on the Imperial Oaks Seals Swim Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SGEYhJFNFTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2GNFsxJTm0U/s1600-h/Chandlerswim082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SGEYhJFNFTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2GNFsxJTm0U/s320/Chandlerswim082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215476801124242738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is Chandler getting psyched up to do the breast stroke. Just before he goes up on the platform I yell real loud and get him all hyper and psyched out to "pull" fast and hard in the water. He has a serious face but inside, if you can imagine, is the song "We will Rock you" or "Eye of the tiger". Of course, they have some real cool music going on at the meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SGERkwe6jqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uvUVYRg79BA/s1600-h/Chandlerswim083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SGERkwe6jqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uvUVYRg79BA/s320/Chandlerswim083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215469166659276450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They call up the next swimmers and Chandler gets ready and into form for the big dive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SGESjYF-rcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/cgpUxoGD-YA/s1600-h/Chandlerswim084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SGESjYF-rcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/cgpUxoGD-YA/s320/Chandlerswim084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215470242443996610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Chandler's strengths is his dives. I did not capture it very well here. I will get a better picture of his dive. I wanted to put this in so you all get a good idea of how this all works. Anyway, he takes off and stream lines to almost the middle of the pool. Then he strokes like no tomorrow. I yell " Pull!  Chandler! Pull!". I know he can't hear me very well, but , he knows I am their with my loud mouth yelling at the top of my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SGEUuNPPOpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/21ymVvbU4v0/s1600-h/Chandlerswim5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SGEUuNPPOpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/21ymVvbU4v0/s320/Chandlerswim5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215472627531856530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees the end coming and remembers that he has to put both hands on the wall at the same time or get DQ'd. He remembered and came in second. One of his best times at breast stroke. He loves free style and back stroke the best. I will get more pictures of those later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SGEWNw6ax3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/KBUry_zGtPI/s1600-h/Chandlerswim081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SGEWNw6ax3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/KBUry_zGtPI/s320/Chandlerswim081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215474269195782002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we wait about 20 min. until the nest heat, and It starts all over again with a different stroke each time. He is amazing. He has worked really hard on these different strokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SGEXB-B9_6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/b-jsevyOCkk/s1600-h/Chandlerswim086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SGEXB-B9_6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/b-jsevyOCkk/s320/Chandlerswim086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215475166070308770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the ready bench. everyone has a certain place in line they have to stay in. It is very orderly. Chandler put on full gear for his next heat. He looks so handsome!&lt;br /&gt;Hunter will start swim team next year. He is very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/443678618174304849-4552096012738943906?l=sima13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/feeds/4552096012738943906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=443678618174304849&amp;postID=4552096012738943906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/4552096012738943906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/4552096012738943906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/2008/06/chandler-in-swim-team.html' title='Chandler in Swim Team'/><author><name>Sima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349250798185465826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLMn5OaoLCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w1qSjLeDEg0/S220/SimaatSMsigning1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SGEOCMAVlQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/e2s-AubO2R4/s72-c/chandler2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443678618174304849.post-3229255483275517345</id><published>2008-06-15T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T19:50:45.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay-at-home mom by day Actress by night</title><content type='html'>Well, I did it. I auditioned for a musical and got a part. I had soooo much fun. It was sensational. I learned a lot of wonderful things...and not so wonderful things.  I shocked the cast when they learned that I had "FOUR KIDS?!". I Have some videos and a ton of pictures with some funny commentary to add to them. But first, I put this slide show together until I can catch up on some sleep and put something better together for your viewing pleasure. So enjoy a little taste of La Mancha and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-26.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2161727821155039526&amp;amp;site=widget-26.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2161727821155039526&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-26.slide.com/p1/2161727821155039526/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2161727821155039526&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-26.slide.com/p2/2161727821155039526/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2161727821155039526&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-26.slide.com/p4/2161727821155039526/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/443678618174304849-3229255483275517345?l=sima13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/feeds/3229255483275517345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=443678618174304849&amp;postID=3229255483275517345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/3229255483275517345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/3229255483275517345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/2008/06/stay-at-home-mom-by-day-actress-by.html' title='Stay-at-home mom by day Actress by night'/><author><name>Sima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349250798185465826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLMn5OaoLCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w1qSjLeDEg0/S220/SimaatSMsigning1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443678618174304849.post-1257761223138400544</id><published>2008-05-16T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:37.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HUNTER'S ACCIDENT&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/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SC2zqFE0iJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rhGP3f0nA88/s1600-h/hunterstitches2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SC2zqFE0iJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rhGP3f0nA88/s320/hunterstitches2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201010680181065874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You may or may not know this but, Hunter had a little accident. It was a couple of weeks ago. He was sleeping in his bed and at about 3:00a.m. he fell off of his bed and hit the corner of the dresser just perfectly enough to lacerate the side of his head all the way through to his scull. Both he and I didn't even realize that this had happened. He tried to go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SC2271E0iKI/AAAAAAAAADY/79aM3tke8eo/s1600-h/hunterstistches3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SC2271E0iKI/AAAAAAAAADY/79aM3tke8eo/s320/hunterstistches3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201014283658627234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his head was really hurting and throbbing in pain he came to me. He told me that he fell off his bed and hit it on something. I was half asleep and so I just kissed him on the forehead and walked him to his bed. That is when I felt something wet on his pillow. I thought he threw up - It was blood. I didn't want to look up at his head, knowing what I would find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SC25T1E0iLI/AAAAAAAAADg/GqXx_C9bMP0/s1600-h/hunterstitches4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SC25T1E0iLI/AAAAAAAAADg/GqXx_C9bMP0/s320/hunterstitches4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201016894998743218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I could think of was "not his head, please, not his head". After what seemed like five minutes, but was only 5 seconds, I looked up to see blood all over the right side of his head. His pillow was soaked through. I kept completely calm. I tried to wash some of the blood off of his head, but their was too much. I told him to stay put and I went to get Travis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SC3AFVE0iNI/AAAAAAAAADw/coUR1LggDq0/s1600-h/Huntersstitches5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SC3AFVE0iNI/AAAAAAAAADw/coUR1LggDq0/s320/Huntersstitches5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201024342472034514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked calm down the hallway , Hunter was watching me,  and as soon as I hit the corner I ran to Travis and I whispered screamed (Bella was sleeping in our room) . Travis jumped up so fast like the house was on fire. We ran to the hallway and as soon as we could see hunter we walked calmly to him. Travis knew right away that he needed stitches. He went and got dressed fast and took Hunter to the E.R. at about 4:00a.m. Thank goodness their were only about two people their. They got in right away and did a head C.T. . Everything looked just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SC3CnlE0iOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/dppFB9HS_Fk/s1600-h/Hunterisgreat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SC3CnlE0iOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/dppFB9HS_Fk/s320/Hunterisgreat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201027129905809634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter was so very brave. We said a good prayer as a  family before they left. Chandler, of coarse, stepped up to the plate. He took care of Ashton when he woke up so we could tend to Hunter. Chandler stayed very calm as well. He and Ashton ended up on my bed while Travis and Hunter were at the E.R. and we just sat their and talked about how much we love Hunter and our family. Chandler even said that he would never hit Hunter again. That lasted about two days but he meant it at the time, with his whole heart he really didn't ever want to hit hunter again. Chandler is so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Hunter got his stitches out a week later and he is back to normal. we are so grateful that nothing more serious happened to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/443678618174304849-1257761223138400544?l=sima13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/feeds/1257761223138400544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=443678618174304849&amp;postID=1257761223138400544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/1257761223138400544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/1257761223138400544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/2008/05/hunter.html' title='Hunter'/><author><name>Sima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349250798185465826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLMn5OaoLCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w1qSjLeDEg0/S220/SimaatSMsigning1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SC2zqFE0iJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rhGP3f0nA88/s72-c/hunterstitches2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443678618174304849.post-6924981406025322829</id><published>2008-05-14T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T12:30:04.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy 35th birthday Bryant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From The Heart Of Texas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love, Travis, Sima, Chandler, Hunter, Ashton, and Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-70.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2161727821150970224&amp;amp;site=widget-70.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2161727821150970224&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-70.slide.com/p1/2161727821150970224/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2161727821150970224&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-70.slide.com/p2/2161727821150970224/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/443678618174304849-6924981406025322829?l=sima13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/feeds/6924981406025322829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=443678618174304849&amp;postID=6924981406025322829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/6924981406025322829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/6924981406025322829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-35th-birthday-bryant-from-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Sima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349250798185465826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLMn5OaoLCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w1qSjLeDEg0/S220/SimaatSMsigning1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443678618174304849.post-4163019302493275322</id><published>2008-05-11T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:11:39.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-a9.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2161727821150122665&amp;amp;site=widget-a9.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2161727821150122665&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a9.slide.com/p1/2161727821150122665/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2161727821150122665&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a9.slide.com/p2/2161727821150122665/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's day! We love and appreciate all that you do for us. We are so grateful for your constant unconditional love. We hope you have a wonderful mother's day.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Travis, Sima, Chandler, Hunter, Ashton, and Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/443678618174304849-4163019302493275322?l=sima13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/feeds/4163019302493275322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=443678618174304849&amp;postID=4163019302493275322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/4163019302493275322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/4163019302493275322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day-we-love-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349250798185465826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLMn5OaoLCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w1qSjLeDEg0/S220/SimaatSMsigning1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443678618174304849.post-8267545059603952831</id><published>2008-05-01T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:38.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to David</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SBsh2DBTTXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/81OGKDr2ocM/s1600-h/littledavey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SBsh2DBTTXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/81OGKDr2ocM/s320/littledavey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195783807509417330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After all that hard work and concentration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you finally made it to your graduation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, you've come a long way&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and this is your special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all strongly agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that you surely have earned this degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though some might take some credit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to helping, pushing, and dragging you to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was you and only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that studied, crammed, and pushed yourself through and through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And my only advice to you from me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't trip on the stairs and before you get your diploma,  go pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes your new chapter in life&lt;br /&gt;your taking the next step and gaining a wife&lt;br /&gt;We wish her luck on this journey with you&lt;br /&gt;and may all your hopes and dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We all love you very much David. Congratulations, you made it! I hope you like the picture. Can anyone say 1984!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Also, The first few songs on my playlist are some of Davids favorite songs. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love, Sima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/443678618174304849-8267545059603952831?l=sima13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/feeds/8267545059603952831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=443678618174304849&amp;postID=8267545059603952831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/8267545059603952831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/8267545059603952831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/2008/05/ode-to-david.html' title='Ode to David'/><author><name>Sima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349250798185465826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLMn5OaoLCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w1qSjLeDEg0/S220/SimaatSMsigning1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SBsh2DBTTXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/81OGKDr2ocM/s72-c/littledavey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443678618174304849.post-4064113059512920545</id><published>2008-05-01T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:38.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SBoVMTBTTUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6NXvrl1SiSo/s1600-h/simacloseup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SBoVMTBTTUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6NXvrl1SiSo/s320/simacloseup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195488421133634882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome everyone. I am so happy to have this finally up and going now. I have been working on this for quite sometime and I think I finally have the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to keep you all entertained, I have decided to profile someone in the family once a month maybe twice, depending on how busy I am. This is going to be great. I will call someone in the family and ask a few questions and post it on my blog. It will be accompanied with that persons favorite song or songs and hopefully a picture.  I think this is a great way to really get to know the family and maybe have a laugh or two.&lt;br /&gt;I know you are all wondering,"who is she going to profile first"? Well, I thought since this is MY blog I would profile myself first.&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes...I love the outdoors and I miss the mountains tremendously. I love music, all kinds of music. I love to dance and I dance all the time. I love the rain and cold weather. (why do I live in Texas?). I love flowers. When I   look at them I feel joy. I am a romantic. I love a good love story. (Hello Jane Austen)  I love movies. I love to IM (that means instant message, Mom). Some of my favorite websites are Dictionary.com and Wikipedia.com. I also love Youtube.com. About this picture, It isn't the best picture. I am usually the one to take the pictures so I didn't have a lot to choose from.  This is me after a terrible night sleep.  Although I may look happy, I am so delirious that I can hardly remember my name.  I think if you look close you can see that my eyes are glazed over.  This is when Bella and Ashton were waking up in the middle of the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/443678618174304849-4064113059512920545?l=sima13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/feeds/4064113059512920545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=443678618174304849&amp;postID=4064113059512920545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/4064113059512920545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/4064113059512920545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/2008/05/welcome-to-my-blog.html' title='Welcome to my blog!'/><author><name>Sima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349250798185465826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLMn5OaoLCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w1qSjLeDEg0/S220/SimaatSMsigning1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SBoVMTBTTUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6NXvrl1SiSo/s72-c/simacloseup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443678618174304849.post-1891875025435521283</id><published>2008-04-22T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:38.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SA5PFzBTTMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DMjYF9vkcGM/s1600-h/IMAGE_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SA5PFzBTTMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DMjYF9vkcGM/s320/IMAGE_014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192174381418368194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have a way for all of you to see how we are doing down here in the very hot Texas state. With this blog I will be able to show you the many fun and exciting events that happen in our lives. I am going to have a lot of fun posting every week. So, every Monday I will post something new. I hope you all enjoy my blog.&lt;br /&gt;To start off I have a picture here that confirms no matter how hard you try to get a good family picture taken there is always something that gets in the way of that great moment. If you look in the back of the picture you will see a nice pile of clean, yes clean, clothes. You will also notice the toys on the floor. Ashton, bless his beautiful heart, just does not want to get his picture taken. You, of course, were not their to see me sternly tell my older boys, " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;just look forward and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SMILE!&lt;/span&gt;".  Enjoy a good laugh cause there is much more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/443678618174304849-1891875025435521283?l=sima13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/feeds/1891875025435521283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=443678618174304849&amp;postID=1891875025435521283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/1891875025435521283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/1891875025435521283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-my-blog.html' title='This is my Blog'/><author><name>Sima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349250798185465826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLMn5OaoLCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w1qSjLeDEg0/S220/SimaatSMsigning1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SA5PFzBTTMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DMjYF9vkcGM/s72-c/IMAGE_014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443678618174304849.post-6453631365393279021</id><published>2008-04-21T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:38.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my first blog ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SAzr4kHTvhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MS6UCE09NuQ/s1600-h/familypic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SAzr4kHTvhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MS6UCE09NuQ/s320/familypic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191783827450871314" 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/443678618174304849-6453631365393279021?l=sima13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/feeds/6453631365393279021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=443678618174304849&amp;postID=6453631365393279021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/6453631365393279021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443678618174304849/posts/default/6453631365393279021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sima13.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-my-first-blog-ever.html' title='This is my first blog ever!'/><author><name>Sima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349250798185465826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SLMn5OaoLCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w1qSjLeDEg0/S220/SimaatSMsigning1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlLT4H8Fjlw/SAzr4kHTvhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MS6UCE09NuQ/s72-c/familypic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
