<?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-238232198839600714</id><updated>2011-10-03T22:14:40.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paoli</title><subtitle type='html'>We never expected to end up in Kirksville, Missouri.  But Med School called and we listened.  Now one of us is going to be a doctor, one of us is pregnant and we both might be losing our minds.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01949779546780614305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0FTtYCYIJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hHmQR9ge4Kc/S220/n17802779_35612984_496.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238232198839600714.post-1245182566381584945</id><published>2011-09-10T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T21:42:03.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm-hmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Tess, if I had to put a patient on a broad spectrum antibiotic, but they were allergic to Penecillins, I would put them on a broad spectrum cephalosporin, such as Cefepime. &amp;nbsp;Particularly if I suspected Pseudomonas infection."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Gio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/238232198839600714-1245182566381584945?l=paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1245182566381584945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238232198839600714&amp;postID=1245182566381584945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/1245182566381584945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/1245182566381584945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/2011/09/mmm-hmm.html' title='Mmm-hmm...'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01949779546780614305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0FTtYCYIJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hHmQR9ge4Kc/S220/n17802779_35612984_496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238232198839600714.post-5152885475224455424</id><published>2011-08-31T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T12:16:21.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck had an old t-shirt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'm pretty sure I'm in the "nesting" phase of my pregnancy. &amp;nbsp;I have constant cravings for DIY projects and crafts...especially when I can do them for free or with things I already have laying around. &amp;nbsp;We are in St. Louis right now staying with Giovanni's family during his break between semesters, but did I leave my crafting supplies at home? &amp;nbsp;Heck no! &amp;nbsp;I dragged a box and two bags full of random things and tools so I could craft my little heart out while we're here. &amp;nbsp;I even brought along my friend's sewing machine in case I got the urge. (Thanks Sarah!) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Well, I've been especially drawn to the idea of upcycling or repurposing old things to make something useful, fun, and new. &amp;nbsp;My latest target has been repurposing old t-shirts using online tutorials to make all kinds of cool things. &amp;nbsp;On Sunday I decieved my brother-in-law, Justin, into giving me one of his old t-shirts. &amp;nbsp;I'm pretty sure he thought I wanted it because my t-shirts are not very accomodating of my ever-growing belly. &amp;nbsp;Nope. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to cut it up, rip it into pieces, stretch it out and make this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nf1-ow7TOUw/Tl5omh_YN2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/jnlanhBZXQU/s1600/2011-08-31+11.21.39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nf1-ow7TOUw/Tl5omh_YN2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/jnlanhBZXQU/s640/2011-08-31+11.21.39.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Pretty cute, right? &amp;nbsp;And totally FREEEE! &amp;nbsp;:) &amp;nbsp;I still had a bunch of t-shirt material left over, so yesterday I made this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fD-zFUlBu4E/Tl5ohmEPHGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/9KOKUc5wrGY/s1600/2011-08-31+11.19.38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fD-zFUlBu4E/Tl5ohmEPHGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/9KOKUc5wrGY/s640/2011-08-31+11.19.38.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Still having even MORE material left over from the headband project, I came up with a BRILLIANT idea late last night. &amp;nbsp;I mean, we're talkin' after midnight here. &amp;nbsp;That should have been my first clue. &amp;nbsp;I had heard the term "rag rollers" before and sort of thought I got the idea. &amp;nbsp;Maybe I should have looked it up online to see if there's some sort of trick to it...but I didn't. &amp;nbsp;So after I got out of the shower, I started cutting up strips of the t-shirt...rolling my hair around it...and tying it off. &amp;nbsp;When I was done, it looked like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LisyNVfa-mM/Tl5pvMhALFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NDUNm62EdO0/s1600/2011-08-31+11.23.46.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LisyNVfa-mM/Tl5pvMhALFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NDUNm62EdO0/s640/2011-08-31+11.23.46.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I slept on it all night long. &amp;nbsp;It wasn't too comfortable, but I think it was better than foam rollers. &amp;nbsp;I almost couldn't get to sleep because I was so excited to see how my curls would turn out! &amp;nbsp;(I've ALWAYS wanted legit curly hair.) &amp;nbsp;I was convinced that I had figured out a cheap, easy way for me to get beautiful curls whenever I wanted without having to use a curling iron. &amp;nbsp;It didn't exactly work out as I'd imagined...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BBO4ndySgeg/Tl5pvicdACI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EP8OfZ7szCc/s1600/2011-08-31+11.30.07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BBO4ndySgeg/Tl5pvicdACI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EP8OfZ7szCc/s640/2011-08-31+11.30.07.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I thought maybe I could fix it by shaking out the curls a little bit. &amp;nbsp;I was wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgMvj9-QNy4/Tl5pwNxMxRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/E8w_QCRippM/s1600/2011-08-31+11.32.34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgMvj9-QNy4/Tl5pwNxMxRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/E8w_QCRippM/s640/2011-08-31+11.32.34.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;After several more attempts to tame the beast, I finally decided to embrace the mess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BLBZV9-tGg4/Tl5pwmYWb1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/XF0Lu5F2gxQ/s1600/2011-08-31+11.32.49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BLBZV9-tGg4/Tl5pwmYWb1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/XF0Lu5F2gxQ/s640/2011-08-31+11.32.49.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I was alone in the house, laughing hysterically at myself. &amp;nbsp;I can't decide if I wish someone would have been here to share the hilarity or if I'm glad no one had to witness this tragedy in person. &amp;nbsp;With the help of some mousse and a little time for the curls to settle a bit, I was finally able to look like a normal person again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQCcAvb31Jk/Tl5pxNVm8pI/AAAAAAAAALA/8A9R4ThG7PY/s1600/2011-08-31+11.47.02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQCcAvb31Jk/Tl5pxNVm8pI/AAAAAAAAALA/8A9R4ThG7PY/s640/2011-08-31+11.47.02.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;They are pretty goofy, skeewompus curls, but at least they are curls!!! &amp;nbsp;I may need to practice a bit more with this rag roller thing. &amp;nbsp;Or maybe I should just stay away. &amp;nbsp;Far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/238232198839600714-5152885475224455424?l=paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5152885475224455424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238232198839600714&amp;postID=5152885475224455424' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/5152885475224455424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/5152885475224455424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-much-wood-could-woodchuck-chuck-if.html' title='How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck had an old t-shirt?'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01949779546780614305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0FTtYCYIJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hHmQR9ge4Kc/S220/n17802779_35612984_496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nf1-ow7TOUw/Tl5omh_YN2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/jnlanhBZXQU/s72-c/2011-08-31+11.21.39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238232198839600714.post-7696123661319440240</id><published>2011-08-26T11:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T11:52:25.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Therapy</title><content type='html'>Last night Giovanni was on campus until midnight studying for finals (which as of right now are officially over!). &amp;nbsp;I could tell he was nervous for this set of tests because he normally doesn't stay on campus that long. &amp;nbsp;I was busy until midnight as well, only I wasn't being quite as productive. &amp;nbsp;I started tinkering around with some crafty-type things I've been working on and got totally sidetracked making this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a43sJYV-5DU/TlfMfMeza1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Gz7w_4njWNM/s1600/2011-08-26+08.54.34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a43sJYV-5DU/TlfMfMeza1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Gz7w_4njWNM/s1600/2011-08-26+08.54.34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wall art for Baby's room! &amp;nbsp;I love books, birds, and trees...hence the birds and tree made of book pages. &amp;nbsp;I felt like I was a kid again because I wasn't trying to make anything perfect. &amp;nbsp;I didn't even know what I was making when I started. &amp;nbsp;I was just having fun, cutting out shapes and watercoloring them. &amp;nbsp;I should really do stuff like this more often...it was almost therapeutic! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/238232198839600714-7696123661319440240?l=paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/feeds/7696123661319440240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238232198839600714&amp;postID=7696123661319440240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/7696123661319440240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/7696123661319440240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/2011/08/art-therapy.html' title='Art Therapy'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01949779546780614305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0FTtYCYIJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hHmQR9ge4Kc/S220/n17802779_35612984_496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a43sJYV-5DU/TlfMfMeza1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Gz7w_4njWNM/s72-c/2011-08-26+08.54.34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238232198839600714.post-5918676284326138695</id><published>2011-08-24T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T10:19:01.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you want me to do with this information?</title><content type='html'>Last night Giovanni was studying for an exam while I was indulging in my latest &lt;a href="http://www.pinterest.com/"&gt;obsession&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;He looks up at me and sounds kind of excited when he says, "Hey, Tess..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tear my eyes away from the computer screen thinking he had something cool to tell me...like that we'd just won the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;here are four types of acute respiratory failure. &amp;nbsp;Type one is failure to oxygenate. &amp;nbsp;Type two is failure to ventilate. &amp;nbsp;Type three is perioperative. &amp;nbsp;Type four is shock." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Good to know, Gio. &amp;nbsp;Good to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/238232198839600714-5918676284326138695?l=paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0FTtYCYIJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hHmQR9ge4Kc/S220/n17802779_35612984_496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238232198839600714.post-4293774645015030331</id><published>2011-08-23T19:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T19:25:42.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bw6UvkbHPEE/TlQ42Ha3GtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/VE34BA2t1bI/s1600/2011-08-22+19.45.18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bw6UvkbHPEE/TlQ42Ha3GtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/VE34BA2t1bI/s640/2011-08-22+19.45.18.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So far, pregnancy has meant:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;* Nausea like I've never known nausea before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;* Giovanni making me do squats every 2 two hours on our road trip to Utah (to prevent bloodclots)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;* Only wanting to eat hard boiled eggs for a week...and then never wanting to eat hard boiled eggs again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;* Being sure it was a boy...until we found out it is a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;* Shopping for baby girl things with my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;* Having a meltdown in the middle of Target because there are just too many strollers/cribs/baby accessories/etc for any sane person to wrap their head around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;* Loving waking up at 6 o'clock every morning because I just wasn't tired anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;* Realizing that waking up at 6 o'clock every morning was just a phase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;* Trying not to be horrified that there is a person growing inside my body (Alien, anyone??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;* Finally having an excuse to be tired and moody most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;* Being awestruck when I felt her kick for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;* Watching Giovanni be awestruck when he felt her kick for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;* Getting over the awe and just being really annoyed when she decides to practice soccer drills the second I lay down to sleep at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;* Praying that I don't develop stretch marks in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;* Wondering why the only place I have developed stretch marks is on the front of my left thigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;* Cleaning out the closet in baby's room to make space for all the clothes, toys, blankets, and other gifts she has been given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;* Being so excited when I woke up one morning and realized that I finally look pregnant, and not just fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;* Bringing home a stroller and car seat, then pushing it around the house with a stuffed animal inside because it's just so fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;* Loving listening to Giovanni talk about how excited he is to teach her how to ride BMX/pack a backpack for a 50 mile hike/do a cartwheel/kick a soccer ball/etc/etc/etc&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;* Trying not to gain too much weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;* Watching her hiccup on the ultrasound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;* Trying to figure out if I can handle birth without an epidural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;* Experiencing chronic back pain for the first time ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;* Experiencing heartburn for the first time ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;* Forgetting to take my vitamin and hoping she's not screwed up because of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;* Being so excited to welcome her into the world sometime around December 12! (hopefully)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/238232198839600714-4293774645015030331?l=paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/feeds/4293774645015030331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238232198839600714&amp;postID=4293774645015030331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/4293774645015030331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/4293774645015030331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/2011/08/24-weeks.html' title='24 Weeks'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01949779546780614305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0FTtYCYIJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hHmQR9ge4Kc/S220/n17802779_35612984_496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bw6UvkbHPEE/TlQ42Ha3GtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/VE34BA2t1bI/s72-c/2011-08-22+19.45.18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238232198839600714.post-343192875606503544</id><published>2010-10-12T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T19:46:21.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang, we could have had a baby by now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I realized that it has been almost 9 months since I've posted anything on here, so I thought I'd dust off the old blog. &amp;nbsp;I usually have a hard time doing anything unless I know I really HAVE to get it done, and since I felt no obligation to feed the internet's greed for trivial familial news, it didn't get done. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But, here's a little truffle from our younger days for any of you still out there hoping this blog hasn't died a tragic blog death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/TLUBKfAkMqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7PX0Th7ArDs/s1600/giotess.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/TLUBKfAkMqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7PX0Th7ArDs/s320/giotess.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/238232198839600714-343192875606503544?l=paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/feeds/343192875606503544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238232198839600714&amp;postID=343192875606503544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/343192875606503544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/343192875606503544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/2010/10/dang-we-could-have-had-baby-by-now.html' title='Dang, we could have had a baby by now...'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01949779546780614305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0FTtYCYIJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hHmQR9ge4Kc/S220/n17802779_35612984_496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/TLUBKfAkMqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7PX0Th7ArDs/s72-c/giotess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238232198839600714.post-5768854114825576022</id><published>2010-01-16T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:30:08.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcing:  January's Sculpture Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;So, now that it's halfway through January, I've finally decided what I want to do for my January sculpture project, my first official project of the year not including finishing projects started in 2009. &amp;nbsp;I'm making a jewelry tree. &amp;nbsp;Currently most of my jewelry is in a plastic bag, so I thought I would give it a good home. &amp;nbsp;I don't have any "real" jewelry (i.e. diamonds, gold, silver, etc.), just "costume" type jewelry, but I still want a cool place to keep it other than a bag where everything gets tangled and broken. &amp;nbsp;In fact, if I didn't have a hot glue gun, one of my favorite pairs of earrings would be in the trash can right now because of that stupid bag! &amp;nbsp;So, tonight I made the armature, or skeleton, for the tree so it would be strong and sturdy enough to hold the weight of the jewelry. &amp;nbsp;Here's a picture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S1KP2ZpYh8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/YnyCNGmb7wU/s1600-h/DSC03521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S1KP2ZpYh8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/YnyCNGmb7wU/s400/DSC03521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-weight: normal;"&gt;As soon as I can get my hands on another block of clay, I will mold it around the branches to give it a realistic look. &amp;nbsp;I'm going to add some leaves and puncture small holes along the edges of the leaves to hang my earrings on. &amp;nbsp;It should turn out pretty cool. &amp;nbsp;I'll post a picture of the final project when I'm finished. &amp;nbsp;I'm excited to be making something creative AND practical! &amp;nbsp;Oh, and the base is just an old circular saw blade that my cousin donated to me for some other project I never got around to doing. &amp;nbsp;:) &amp;nbsp;I'm going to leave the blade showing to add some interest. It also adds a touch of irony and perhaps a bit of an environmental statement that the "tree" will be growing through the hole of a saw blade. &amp;nbsp;Deep. &amp;nbsp;You can call me a tree-hugger now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/238232198839600714-5768854114825576022?l=paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5768854114825576022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238232198839600714&amp;postID=5768854114825576022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/5768854114825576022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/5768854114825576022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/2010/01/announcing-januarys-sculpture-project.html' title='Announcing:  January&apos;s Sculpture Project'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01949779546780614305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0FTtYCYIJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hHmQR9ge4Kc/S220/n17802779_35612984_496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S1KP2ZpYh8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/YnyCNGmb7wU/s72-c/DSC03521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238232198839600714.post-1410580004191810929</id><published>2010-01-14T20:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:16:43.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tamarindo: Nature's Sour Patch Kids</title><content type='html'>Giovanni served his mission in Puerto Rico, where they would pick and eat fruit from the trees as they walked and avocados grew to the size of your head. &amp;nbsp;At times he reminisces about the wonderful fruits he would eat and how delicious they tasted ripe off the trees. &amp;nbsp;Of course I am jealous every time he talks about it. &amp;nbsp;One fruit in particular that he loved is called a tamarindo. &amp;nbsp;It looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0_NWhC3IRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NUrG5Swt6oQ/s1600-h/Tamarindo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0_NWhC3IRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NUrG5Swt6oQ/s400/Tamarindo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They are basically seeds covered with a sweet tangy fruit that almost has the consistency of gummy candy--like fruit snacks. &amp;nbsp;Well, to Gio's great delight we actually found this wonderful creation at the grocery store last week! &amp;nbsp;They tasted a bit different than Gio remembers them in Puerto Rico (as we suspected, since they have to travel so far). &amp;nbsp;Apparently in Puerto Rico, they are sweet, tangy and delectable...but when we popped them in our mouths we got a surprise. &amp;nbsp;They were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;so sour&lt;/span&gt;!!! &amp;nbsp;It was pretty funny to watch our faces contort, but all in all, they were delicious. &amp;nbsp;Gio called them "Nature's Sour Patch Kids." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So we recommend trying them, but preferably straight from the tree!&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/238232198839600714-1410580004191810929?l=paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1410580004191810929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238232198839600714&amp;postID=1410580004191810929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/1410580004191810929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/1410580004191810929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/2010/01/tamarindo-natures-sour-patch-kids.html' title='Tamarindo: Nature&apos;s Sour Patch Kids'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01949779546780614305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0FTtYCYIJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hHmQR9ge4Kc/S220/n17802779_35612984_496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0_NWhC3IRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NUrG5Swt6oQ/s72-c/Tamarindo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238232198839600714.post-1084142343478634044</id><published>2010-01-10T17:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T18:10:33.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paoli Breakfast and The Real Reason I Wanted Sharpies for Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Gio made granola this week with oats, walnuts, banana chips, and dried cherries. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; So good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0plQ6KoKfI/AAAAAAAAAIk/i0yLF_BpzJ0/s1600-h/DSC03477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0plQ6KoKfI/AAAAAAAAAIk/i0yLF_BpzJ0/s400/DSC03477.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425260042287327730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I asked Gio to get me a pack of different colored &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Sharpies&lt;/span&gt; for Christmas.  Why did I want Sharpies for Christmas?  The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;possibilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; are endless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0plQ6KoKfI/AAAAAAAAAIk/i0yLF_BpzJ0/s1600-h/DSC03477.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0psQqVluaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/R6Qx5r9OxzI/s1600-h/DSC03503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0psQqVluaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/R6Qx5r9OxzI/s400/DSC03503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425267734619732386" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px; " /&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/238232198839600714-1084142343478634044?l=paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1084142343478634044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238232198839600714&amp;postID=1084142343478634044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/1084142343478634044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/1084142343478634044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/2010/01/paoli-breakfast-and-real-reason-i.html' title='Paoli Breakfast and The Real Reason I Wanted Sharpies for Christmas'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01949779546780614305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0FTtYCYIJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hHmQR9ge4Kc/S220/n17802779_35612984_496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0plQ6KoKfI/AAAAAAAAAIk/i0yLF_BpzJ0/s72-c/DSC03477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238232198839600714.post-8472921615290900776</id><published>2010-01-09T19:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T19:59:55.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with clay...</title><content type='html'>I took several art classes in high school.  I loved drawing, painting, and print work, but my favorite was 3D art, or in other works, sculpting.  I'm no prodigy or anything, but I get a lot of satisfaction out of it...the kind of thing where you can get lost for hours and not even notice.  I've dabbled it in a little since high school...I carved a plaster sculpture of Mt. Rushmore with the heads of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles instead of the presidents for my brother, Mike, for Christmas in 2005 or 2006 (can't remember which).  I wish I had a picture of it, but I never took one.  I'm not sure if he even still has the sculpture.  Then, last year in January I bought a hunk of clay so I could start a new project: a chess set for my brother-in-law, Justin.  It was quite an undertaking to begin with, in fact, Gio didn't think I was serious when I was explaining to him what I wanted to make.  Here's the idea: a physics themed set with a bust of Einstein for the King, the equation E=MC2 for the queen, rockets for the bishops, microscopes for the knights, mushroom clouds for the rooks, and apples (symbolizing gravity) for the pawns.  I figured I would make one of each out of clay, then make a mold to duplicate the figures exactly.  Well, I got farther than Gio expected me to, but I ran into some hiccups with the molding process, and some general laziness, but a year later I'm back in the game!  Because of a bad molding technique last year, the rocket broke, and the apple stem fell off.  I haven't finished the microscope yet, but here are the pieces I have so far:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0kvF3pFNKI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7aEoSwidxM4/s400/DSC03495.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424919004026582178" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In order to complete this project, I will need to invest some substantial dollars into it.  The proper molding technique uses supplies which are sort of pricy.  Also, I'll need to make a new rocket (which won't be hard).  I just need to find a place to buy the goods, and work up the motivation to finish it.  Hopefully in the next couple months I'll find both of them.  This is one reason that one of my goals for the year is to FINISH one sculpture every month.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another reason I have that goal is my other unfinished clay project of 2009.  Last September or so I pulled out what was left of that hunk of clay to release some steam and find my "happy place." :)  I worked on it for a couple of nights, but I ended up getting frustrated with the proportions on the piece I was making.  It's a girl standing on a cliff with the wind blowing her hair and her dress.  To me it symbolizes that moment right before you make a bad decision...the moment where you realize you haven't jumped yet, and you can still turn around and come down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0kxZUCpneI/AAAAAAAAAIc/w56AziIvRmY/s1600-h/DSC03488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0kxZUCpneI/AAAAAAAAAIc/w56AziIvRmY/s400/DSC03488.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424921537090788834" style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0kw9aYwrNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/rcMyt8WfAGQ/s400/DSC03486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424921057757801682" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0kw8tYlssI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wmKisZqiRE0/s1600-h/DSC03500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0kw8tYlssI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wmKisZqiRE0/s400/DSC03500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424921045677486786" style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0kw8Tm5nqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6MHH9nFzNS0/s1600-h/DSC03496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0kw8Tm5nqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6MHH9nFzNS0/s400/DSC03496.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424921038758190754" style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The proportions are off because I didn't look at any pictures while I was sculpting.  It was just for fun, so I didn't really care if it was perfect, and I didn't want to be bound by an image.  I just wanted to see what would come out.  I don't have fancy clay tools, so I used a plastic spoon, one of the tongs of a plastic fork, the little wire part of a twist-tie, and my hands.  Even though I tried to keep it moist for a while so I could finish it, I waited too long.  It's dried out now, so I can't fix the proportion problems, I can only fine sand it a bit and clear coat it for protection.  It is what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, one sculpture a month in 2010 is my goal, and I haven't really thought about January's project yet.  I've worked with clay and plaster the most...a little bit with wire, so I'm not even sure which medium to use.  I'd like to try something new, but I also want to improve my clay technique.  We'll see.&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/238232198839600714-8472921615290900776?l=paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/feeds/8472921615290900776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238232198839600714&amp;postID=8472921615290900776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/8472921615290900776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/8472921615290900776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/2010/01/fun-with-clay.html' title='Fun with clay...'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01949779546780614305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0FTtYCYIJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hHmQR9ge4Kc/S220/n17802779_35612984_496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0kvF3pFNKI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7aEoSwidxM4/s72-c/DSC03495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238232198839600714.post-4167458198154618923</id><published>2010-01-08T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:33:49.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We eat our vegetables...</title><content type='html'>In keeping with my goal of trying a new recipe every week (so that I can broaden my food horizons and practice my cooking), I decided to try eggplant lasagna.  I have made regular lasagna and it turned out really good, so I thought I would try it with eggplant slices instead of noodles.  It actually tasted pretty good.  To be honest, I was hesitant, but I really liked it!  Here's the process and the finished product (the pictures probably don't do it justice, especially if you don't like eggplant):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0gLU23XQrI/AAAAAAAAAHE/IESZ0O6Zt7Q/s320/DSC03467.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424598204120777394" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0gLkcT2TzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JICee1Nj5PM/s320/DSC03469.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424598471870402354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0gL9H_MMpI/AAAAAAAAAHU/kahEy45P6As/s320/DSC03470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424598895911776914" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0gL9egsr-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/i3i5Y75ocBY/s320/DSC03473.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424598901957898210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's that...week one: a success.  Why eggplant lasagna?  I'm not sure.  It seems like lately I've had a fascination with vegetables.  It amazes me that you can put a seed in the ground and several months later have this perfectly packaged beautiful piece of FOOD!  It really is so complex and yet nature does all the work...we just pick it up at the grocery store (or if you're really cool, grow it in your backyard).  With so many thousands of processed food products available to us, it's sometimes easy to forget about the vegetables.  But how wonderful is nature that the very same things that are good for our bodies grow right out of the ground?? What are we doing spending time and money fabricating what nature already got right? C'mon, people, vegetables are where it's at.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, Tillamook ice cream is also where it's at.  Check it out....dessert at the Paoli's: Cookies and Creeeeeeeeeeeeam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                       &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0gN4Ruu6zI/AAAAAAAAAHk/v4D2G8aaGkk/s320/DSC03476.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424601011651013426" style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px; " /&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/238232198839600714-4167458198154618923?l=paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/feeds/4167458198154618923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238232198839600714&amp;postID=4167458198154618923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/4167458198154618923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/4167458198154618923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-eat-our-vegetables.html' title='We eat our vegetables...'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01949779546780614305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0FTtYCYIJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hHmQR9ge4Kc/S220/n17802779_35612984_496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0gLU23XQrI/AAAAAAAAAHE/IESZ0O6Zt7Q/s72-c/DSC03467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238232198839600714.post-825977858316143819</id><published>2010-01-05T23:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:39:40.831-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Split Pea Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I got home from work today, my wonderful husband had a surprise for me.  Delicious split pea soup simmering away in the crock-pot!  It turned out great and I was once again impressed with his cooking skills!  I'm a lucky lucky lady!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0Qh-AVoiFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wS-Uwi70RTc/s1600-h/DSC03462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0Qh-AVoiFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wS-Uwi70RTc/s320/DSC03462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423497200387262546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/238232198839600714-825977858316143819?l=paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/feeds/825977858316143819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238232198839600714&amp;postID=825977858316143819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/825977858316143819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/825977858316143819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/2010/01/split-pea-soup.html' title='Split Pea Soup'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01949779546780614305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0FTtYCYIJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hHmQR9ge4Kc/S220/n17802779_35612984_496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0Qh-AVoiFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wS-Uwi70RTc/s72-c/DSC03462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238232198839600714.post-3010811905416282173</id><published>2010-01-03T20:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:41:51.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0FpvFJWzkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/eQu5V2JPP4w/s1600-h/DSC03441.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giovanni and I are so excited for 2010!  Already it's shaping up to be a great year.  Gio's good friend Tyler from high school and his wife Amy came up to Utah from California and spent New Years with us.  It was a blast!  They brought some fireworks and HUGE sparkler-like things so we set them off at midnight to ring in the new year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2f4c4f3e0515a38f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2f4c4f3e0515a38f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331331110%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14328FED13E6AF5426130257D9BB63BB330759D0.9BB17B5B0D58FF39C08BA4FDC82EB1BA1ECED57%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2f4c4f3e0515a38f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCcFpKoIRwKvQptiYIvcUQNglpp0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2f4c4f3e0515a38f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331331110%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14328FED13E6AF5426130257D9BB63BB330759D0.9BB17B5B0D58FF39C08BA4FDC82EB1BA1ECED57%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2f4c4f3e0515a38f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCcFpKoIRwKvQptiYIvcUQNglpp0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Giovanni and I were talking about the upcoming year and our hopes, expectations, and desires.  We both had a hard year in 2009, so the beginning of a new year is exciting and hopeful for us!  As we were talking about all the things we wanted to achieve this year, we decided to write them down and put them on the fridge to remind us what we are working towards this year.  You could call them New Year's Resolutions, I guess, but we prefer to just call them goals.  New Year's Resolution has a bad connotation because they are kept so rarely!  We decided to each pick eleven goals and call them our 11 before 2011.  We jointly decided to work on some main spiritual goals--following the counsel of Alma 34: to counsel with the Lord always, gaining more understanding of principles like faith, repentance, the Atonement, and the love of God.  Then we each chose a few personal goals that we wanted to reach by the end of the year.  Here's a few of them.  Some of them we will both be working on even though it is in our personal goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giovanni's Goals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get outside or take a walk each morning to bring peace for the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Complete P90X (a really hard workout DVD series) by April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go snowboarding as often as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read one scientific journal article per week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read one book each month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tessa's Goals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn to make one new recipe each week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get down to 150 pounds (finally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try to go one month consecutively without watching TV or movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get better at Spanish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compete in a sprint triathlon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work on my hobby of sculpting by finishing one sculpture each month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pay off all our debts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep a clean and organized home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep a log of 2010--written, photograph and video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as you can see, neither of us have come up with 11 yet, but we're off to a good start.  This year is going to bring some great new adventures, milestones, and big changes to our life together, but I think that the hardships of 2009 prepared us and strengthened us.  This year Gio will be starting medical school in Kirksville, Missouri, so we will be making our first cross-country move and settling in to a new life in a new town (a tiny town at that!).  We're ready for the new year and as always we're excited to spend it together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a picture for your viewing pleasure....we both look like weirdos, but I had to post it because I laughed so hard when I saw it!  Celebrating the New Year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422731683886976578" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0FpvFJWzkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/eQu5V2JPP4w/s320/DSC03441.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 180px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/238232198839600714-3010811905416282173?l=paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/feeds/3010811905416282173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238232198839600714&amp;postID=3010811905416282173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/3010811905416282173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/3010811905416282173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!!'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01949779546780614305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0FTtYCYIJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hHmQR9ge4Kc/S220/n17802779_35612984_496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0FpvFJWzkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/eQu5V2JPP4w/s72-c/DSC03441.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238232198839600714.post-2217709941768870521</id><published>2008-09-20T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T17:04:31.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stewart Falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_CJA8icHWk/SNVzQZzmEbI/AAAAAAAAABE/ywLa7F4U7Hc/s1600-h/DSC01862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_CJA8icHWk/SNVzQZzmEbI/AAAAAAAAABE/ywLa7F4U7Hc/s320/DSC01862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248227666412573106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_CJA8icHWk/SNVzQnXLclI/AAAAAAAAABM/oeSbsuKHgkI/s1600-h/DSC01867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_CJA8icHWk/SNVzQnXLclI/AAAAAAAAABM/oeSbsuKHgkI/s320/DSC01867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248227670051484242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_CJA8icHWk/SNVzQzn3bTI/AAAAAAAAABU/axG89aozvfM/s1600-h/DSC01913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_CJA8icHWk/SNVzQzn3bTI/AAAAAAAAABU/axG89aozvfM/s320/DSC01913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248227673342700850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in July we decided to take an evening hike up to stewart falls, which is just a mile up from the Timpanogos trail head. It was a wonderful little hike though it got a little cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/238232198839600714-2217709941768870521?l=paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2217709941768870521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238232198839600714&amp;postID=2217709941768870521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/2217709941768870521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/2217709941768870521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/2008/09/stewart-falls.html' title='Stewart Falls'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02567656582210140012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_CJA8icHWk/SNVzQZzmEbI/AAAAAAAAABE/ywLa7F4U7Hc/s72-c/DSC01862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238232198839600714.post-7412692101580810728</id><published>2008-09-20T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T17:12:19.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>summer fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_CJA8icHWk/SNVoBWnrczI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vxG7OVJ4Tso/s1600-h/DSC02198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_CJA8icHWk/SNVoBWnrczI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vxG7OVJ4Tso/s320/DSC02198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248215313231344434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_CJA8icHWk/SNVoB5VYXFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qH6q6GOvNPo/s1600-h/DSC02199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_CJA8icHWk/SNVoB5VYXFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qH6q6GOvNPo/s320/DSC02199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248215322549836882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_CJA8icHWk/SNVoCM4XnoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/N0ebN1ZF16c/s1600-h/DSC02205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_CJA8icHWk/SNVoCM4XnoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/N0ebN1ZF16c/s320/DSC02205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248215327796862594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_CJA8icHWk/SNVoCsCPB-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/P3uN9yx1zCQ/s1600-h/DSC02215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_CJA8icHWk/SNVoCsCPB-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/P3uN9yx1zCQ/s320/DSC02215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248215336159741922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have wanted to go backpacking all summer with Tess and finally just last month we got to go up into the high Uintas, well actually, we were all prepared to go hike 10 miles but things came up and we left a lot later then planned so we went to the nearest lake we could find that seemed solitary enough, it was just of the the road, it's called Teapot lake. We had a blast and it was a much needed get away where Tess and I could be alone and where she could also unwind a bit before school started. These are just pictures of Tea pot lake.  We got up to Tea pot Lake which is just of the Mirror Lake road, at about 6 or so and since all the camp grounds were full we just hiked off into the woods by the lake and spent the evening and the next day fishing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/238232198839600714-7412692101580810728?l=paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/feeds/7412692101580810728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238232198839600714&amp;postID=7412692101580810728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/7412692101580810728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/7412692101580810728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/2008/09/summer-fun.html' title='summer fun!'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02567656582210140012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_CJA8icHWk/SNVoBWnrczI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vxG7OVJ4Tso/s72-c/DSC02198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238232198839600714.post-2020664374084839049</id><published>2008-09-20T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T17:09:56.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More summer fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_CJA8icHWk/SNVjnpLKliI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ghe9UuD533Y/s1600-h/DSC01828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_CJA8icHWk/SNVjnpLKliI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ghe9UuD533Y/s320/DSC01828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248210473488913954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is officially my first time posting on our blog. There is so much that went on this summer I felt it would be a shame not to mention it on our blog.  Tess and I kind of got into fishing this summer, we had both done it a little bit when we were young but I had never caught anything before. We went fishing during our Moab trip but it wasn't until we went just up Provo canyon a bit later that we actually caught fish on the Provo river.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/238232198839600714-2020664374084839049?l=paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2020664374084839049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238232198839600714&amp;postID=2020664374084839049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/2020664374084839049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/2020664374084839049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-summer-fun.html' title='More summer fun!'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02567656582210140012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_CJA8icHWk/SNVjnpLKliI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ghe9UuD533Y/s72-c/DSC01828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238232198839600714.post-6081137175627109097</id><published>2008-07-15T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T14:31:12.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moab or Bust!!</title><content type='html'>Girl's Camp in my ward was scheduled for the first week in June this year, and as the days grew nearer, some very wise Camp leaders determined that the 5 FEET OF SNOW that was covering even the very roads up to the camp would not melt in only 4 days, so it was postponed. However, seeing as how I had already requested that week off at work, Gio and I decided that this would be the perfect time for our first impromptu road trip/camping trip of the summer! And what better place than warm, sunny, beautiful Moab?! I had never been, so we were pretty excited. This was actually the first time th&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHzx0y46M4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/MhrMwnZ1Py4/s1600-h/jetboil.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at we tried the MREs. We also used our last gift card from our wedding to buy a new camping stove called the JetBoil system. When we first used the new stove, I was pretty frustrated because we could not get the thing t&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHzyCK38RjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-XAi8qdAWl4/s1600-h/jetboil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223315786935584306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px" height="389" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHzyCK38RjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-XAi8qdAWl4/s400/jetboil.jpg" width="382" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o work! It has a feature where you just press a button and it sparks and ignites the gas. It's really cool and handy when it actually does work! But the first morning we were there it was so cold that it wouldn't spark. And of course, we forgot to bring matches! :) That's a bit of a joke for us now because everytime we've gone camping together we've forgotten to bring matches, one of the most important things. And Gio's an Eagle Scout! But by the time it warmed up a bit, the stove was great and it has worked wonderfully ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Provo pretty late, so when we got down to Moab, ate dinner, and found a campsite it was already pitch dark. We just put up our tent and crashed. The next morning, like I was saying, was &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHz0YtzPccI/AAAAAAAAAFE/PuzZl7lJ2dE/s1600-h/DSC01747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223318373291487682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="195" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHz0YtzPccI/AAAAAAAAAFE/PuzZl7lJ2dE/s400/DSC01747.JPG" width="351" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;freezing, so I woke up early (around 5:30) and couldn't get warm enough to go back to sleep. Instead of fighting it, I went outside and to my surprise we had pitched our tent not 15 feet from &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHz0FFggyaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_2xeZXLo63Y/s1600-h/DSC01747.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the Colorado River! It was so beautiful! I let Gio sleep a little longer while I took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHz1-oxW9rI/AAAAAAAAAFM/fBA7ElOZzAc/s1600-h/DSC01785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223320124288071346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="178" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHz1-oxW9rI/AAAAAAAAAFM/fBA7ElOZzAc/s400/DSC01785.JPG" width="324" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went fishing that day at Ken's Lake and caught NOTHING, so we decided to pack up and go for a hike close to the lake that takes you up to some waterfalls. We saw some gorgeous plants and flowers along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHz6Z8RkloI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1jXW7Iz2zNQ/s1600-h/DSC01806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223324991426434690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHz6Z8RkloI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1jXW7Iz2zNQ/s400/DSC01806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next day we drove up to Arches National Park to check out the delicate arch. I was really excited to hike up and see this, and since we didn't get up there til almost sundown, we had to book it up the trail so we wouldn't have to walk back in the dark! It was well worth it, though. When we got to the top, it was so windy that I felt like I would get blown off the side if I wasn't careful. There was one lady who kept screaming things in German and wouldn't take a step for fear she would fall off. Her husband kept screaming back and pushing her because she was blocking everyone's way. I felt so bad for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed home early the next morning after having a lovely oatmeal breakfast, cooked on our lovely stove which sparked on the first try! Lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223321887543112130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHz3lRaHscI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YB3BzbYpVfc/s400/DSC01816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All in all, it was a GREAT trip and we had a lot of fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/238232198839600714-6081137175627109097?l=paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6081137175627109097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238232198839600714&amp;postID=6081137175627109097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/6081137175627109097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/6081137175627109097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/2008/07/moab-or-bust.html' title='Moab or Bust!!'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01949779546780614305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0FTtYCYIJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hHmQR9ge4Kc/S220/n17802779_35612984_496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHzyCK38RjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-XAi8qdAWl4/s72-c/jetboil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238232198839600714.post-7069137270203958246</id><published>2008-07-15T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T13:15:47.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giovanni's Graduation--April 24th and 25th</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to play catch-up a little since some cool things happened before we started this blog, so I'll start with Gio's graduation. He graduated from Brigham Young University with a BS in Molecular Biology and I couldn't be more proud of him! Way to go Gio! Many thanks to Patricia, Gio's mom, for encouraging him (with love and money!) all along the way. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223287650275745010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHzYcZpe3PI/AAAAAAAAACE/XY2CXn8IMHY/s400/DSC01367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;These are all the 2008 graduates at Commencement on April 24th. I had never been to a BYU graduation ceremony before and one of my friends took advantage of my innocence by remarking, "Man, it's gonna take so long to read all their names!" I flipped out. Then she explained she was joking and that all of the different collages have their own ceremony the next day where they read the names. Whew, close one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223289890181790514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHzaex8suzI/AAAAAAAAACM/HvclvEM3rD4/s400/DSC01369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Elder Bendar spoke at Commencement about Learning to Love Learning and how that was the most important thing that the graduates would take with them from their time at BYU. It was a very moving speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHzdrG91tFI/AAAAAAAAACk/G0icIhLzuGw/s1600-h/DSC01373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223293400517030994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHzdrG91tFI/AAAAAAAAACk/G0icIhLzuGw/s400/DSC01373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Commencement, we ran into Gio's good friend Chris Morales. He grew up with Chris in Glendale, California and their families were very close. It was fun to see him. I think he was there taking pictures for his job. He writes for the newspaper in Salt Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also ran into our friends Brent and Cassie Rowse. Cassie is actually the one that graduated, but for some reason we only have a picture with Brent.  That picture is below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a bit of a photoshoot after that, so I'll just post a few of those pictures next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223295737286708818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHzfzIHJTlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GzHEtC94_pk/s400/DSC01383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223295734767023602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHzfy-uZ9fI/AAAAAAAAACs/cKtDbzpwgpw/s400/DSC01382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223295749053953842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHzfzz8rNzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0jZ-20dGoxM/s400/DSC01387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223295793029089810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHzf2XxKihI/AAAAAAAAADM/n6c69RQncJk/s400/DSC01397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223295758444722322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHzf0W7m-JI/AAAAAAAAADE/vYUGkqlCjl4/s400/DSC01390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The next day was when Gio actually walked across the stage and got his "diploma." It's actually a fake and they send the real one to you in the mail after final exam scores are in to make sure you actually did graduate! Here's a few pictures of that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223298475129691266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHziSfXx3II/AAAAAAAAADc/tRSdZkLXIes/s400/DSC01409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223298482211222402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHziS5wJc4I/AAAAAAAAADk/qvGGuxdTfrE/s400/DSC01413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223298463752932354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHziR0_WTAI/AAAAAAAAADU/quLav9RgPEA/s400/DSC01424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223298491179625762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHziTbKYbSI/AAAAAAAAADs/EiGtJoMchkE/s400/DSC01426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223298497624482226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHziTzK9IbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ORgnyim_XLI/s400/DSC01437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223301023043426082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHzkmzFwFyI/AAAAAAAAAD8/u0nZ9JFBPY4/s400/DSC01446.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here's Dave, Katuska, Ethan, Heidi, and Gavin with Gio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223301038234814706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHzknrrqSPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UqNSBVEXBlU/s400/DSC01448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here's Servio, Lissy, and Aileen with Gio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223301051165233090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHzkob2gz8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/owp3JqKtkn0/s400/DSC01449.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Milena and Jonathan with Gio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223301054151005330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHzkom-YFJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DdNrOYWJufk/s400/DSC01464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this is the cutest picture!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223301063041082994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHzkpIF75nI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wwN1HwoS2hw/s400/DSC01472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gio and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223303227500864338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHzmnHVXI1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/kTSnO2m7NXY/s400/DSC01475.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Good Job Giovanni!!  We're proud of you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/238232198839600714-7069137270203958246?l=paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/feeds/7069137270203958246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238232198839600714&amp;postID=7069137270203958246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/7069137270203958246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/7069137270203958246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/2008/07/giovannis-graduation-april-24th-and.html' title='Giovanni&apos;s Graduation--April 24th and 25th'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01949779546780614305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0FTtYCYIJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hHmQR9ge4Kc/S220/n17802779_35612984_496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHzYcZpe3PI/AAAAAAAAACE/XY2CXn8IMHY/s72-c/DSC01367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238232198839600714.post-1040377316296426005</id><published>2008-07-14T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:59:54.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I get a Hi-Yah!?</title><content type='html'>As I was perusing through my camera the other day, I happened upon this little gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For your viewing pleasure, here are our friends Chris John (right) and Joel Hood (left).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-141bb6fe5e51cd3a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D141bb6fe5e51cd3a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331331110%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5AA54A088281AA4024418BC1C4F6EF606FB204E0.3DA65B5D64EDBD7D068F98F2393A3085CFE78583%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D141bb6fe5e51cd3a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dl1suxwnIkWAXLXKooRQ7V8bO43c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D141bb6fe5e51cd3a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331331110%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5AA54A088281AA4024418BC1C4F6EF606FB204E0.3DA65B5D64EDBD7D068F98F2393A3085CFE78583%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D141bb6fe5e51cd3a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dl1suxwnIkWAXLXKooRQ7V8bO43c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please note: I happened to catch this not a second before and not a second after the instance. I don't even think I meant to film them. This, my friends, is what you would call a "miracle".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, although this video is but an instant and Chris's face is quite captivating during the outburst, please do not make the mistake of overlooking Joel's incredible performance. Thank you boys, you've brightened our day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/238232198839600714-1040377316296426005?l=paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=141bb6fe5e51cd3a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1040377316296426005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238232198839600714&amp;postID=1040377316296426005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/1040377316296426005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/1040377316296426005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/2008/07/can-i-get-hi-yah.html' title='Can I get a Hi-Yah!?'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01949779546780614305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0FTtYCYIJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hHmQR9ge4Kc/S220/n17802779_35612984_496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238232198839600714.post-4216257693860050165</id><published>2008-07-10T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T12:23:48.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellowstone!</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the highlights from our Yellowstone trip! I'll add more later when I get pictures off my camera. (These are from our cousin's camera.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Old Faithful. It wasn't much different than I expected having seen it erupt on TV and movies and having seen several pictures of it before. But it was pretty cool to watch in person. I couldn't believe how HIGH it got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221433458116380850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHZCENldyLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Np6gx2-yRmA/s320/oldfaithful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day of our trip we all decided it would be awesome to go mountain biking. So we rented bikes and found out that it's really just a paved trail that takes you about a mile and then branches off into a mile of gravel. Not exactly mountain biking, but it was really fun! Here's all of us with our biking gear (minus the bikes).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221434292268653906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHZC0xC3XVI/AAAAAAAAABc/IRDYzQpdq5w/s320/yellowstonegroup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gio's cousin Guillermo (in the bottom right corner wearing yellow) is a really good amatuer photographer, so he decided to take some cool action shots of us on the bikes. Here's how mine and Gio's turned out. Notice how I'm just riding the bike and Gio actually did something hardcore. He's so cool! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221434964700229522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHZDb6DC75I/AAAAAAAAABk/0mUsOXM-Rvc/s320/tessbike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221435149672498242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHZDmrH3xEI/AAAAAAAAABs/mtpEPKR8gKw/s320/giobike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third and last day of our Yellowstone adventure, we went for a beautiful 6 mile hike around Jenny Lake in the Grand Teton National Forest. It was one of the best parts of the trip! Here's a picture of the whole group up at the top of "Inspiration Point." It doesn't look like we're very high up in this picture, but trust me, we were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221435920598726994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHZETjDAeVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/L0wfLaova_g/s400/grouphike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/238232198839600714-4216257693860050165?l=paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/feeds/4216257693860050165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238232198839600714&amp;postID=4216257693860050165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/4216257693860050165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/4216257693860050165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/2008/07/yellowstone.html' title='Yellowstone!'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01949779546780614305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0FTtYCYIJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hHmQR9ge4Kc/S220/n17802779_35612984_496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/SHZCENldyLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Np6gx2-yRmA/s72-c/oldfaithful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238232198839600714.post-6909374662802525200</id><published>2008-07-07T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T12:35:44.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends</title><content type='html'>Last week was a crazy week. It all started with Girl's Camp on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. I'm the Girl's Camp director in my ward this year, so I was in charge of planning activities and food for our ward (about 8 girls total) and then just generally making sure no one died or got into cat fights while at camp. I was pretty stressed out about it for a few months, trying to pull everything together and although it was a complete blast, I'm definitely glad that it's over and there will be less stress in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Gio came up to Camp Mia Shalom (about an hour and a half south of Provo) to pick me upon Thursday around noon, he told me that his cousins had decided to go camping in Yellowstone for the weekend, and wondered if we wanted to come with them. Heck Yeah!! Since all our camping gear was already in the Jeep it only took us about an hour to shower and grab food stuffs and we were on the road. We did have a couple stops on the way to the Interstate and one of them was to Emergency Essentials in Orem (right next to Deseret Book) to buy some MREs. If you've never heard of these, they are the military rations (Meals-Ready-to-Eat). They come in a little packet and you pretty much just heat them up and chow down. And let me tell you, they are actually really tasty and extremely handy if you are going backpacking, camping, or just taking a day hike and don't want to pack bulky food or sandwiches that will inevitably get squished. We've even eaten them cold when we didn't have a fire going. You can buy the packet that warms them up, but we figured we didn't need to spend the extra money. If you're interested in trying them, they're only $1.95 each and we're pretty partial to the Beef Stew (AMAZING), the Chicken and Dumplings, the Cheese Tortellini, the Chili with Beans (kind of spicy), and the Filled French Toast, but there are several others to try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were so close, we decided to run over to Barnes and Noble to grab a map of Idaho as that was the direction we would be traveling. While Gio was examining the maps, I snuck away under the guise of needing to use the restroom so that I could surprise Gio with Coldplay's new album, Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends. He definitely was surprised as I popped it in upon hitting the interstate. This album turned out to be the perfect soundtrack to our Yellowstone adventure and I highly recommend it to everyone. This new album is, to say the least, epic, as are the Yellowstone and Grand Teton National Forests. We both agreed that this album helped us appreciate the grand beauty of the area and helped this trip become the most incredible impromptu road trip thus far in our young lives. When we get pictures onto the computer, I will expound on the awesomeness of our Yellowstone adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/238232198839600714-6909374662802525200?l=paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6909374662802525200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238232198839600714&amp;postID=6909374662802525200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/6909374662802525200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238232198839600714/posts/default/6909374662802525200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paoliplaybyplay.blogspot.com/2008/07/viva-la-vida-or-death-and-all-his.html' title='Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01949779546780614305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7C_2o1cG08/S0FTtYCYIJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hHmQR9ge4Kc/S220/n17802779_35612984_496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238232198839600714.post-4981944624074448162</id><published>2008-06-13T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:26:10.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The hardest part...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, this post is not in reference to Coldplay. Though ironically and quite symbolically, Speed of Sound started on the radio the moment I finished typing the band's name. Coincidence? Probably. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I was going to mention that for me the hardest part of beginning any journal/blog is the first entry. I've started two or three blogs and several more handwritten or typed journals, only to forfeit after the first entry. It's probably because I tend to be a perfectionist when it comes to things that are mostly inconsequential, and I'm never satisfied that the journal/blog will represent me well. However, guided by the coincidental inspiration of Coldplay, one of my and Gio's favorite bands, I think this one will be a winner! Welcome to our play by play! 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