<?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-6370262938255492533</id><updated>2012-01-26T22:08:35.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small &amp; Simple Things</title><subtitle type='html'>Moments With the Tuckett Family</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-182681983948140471</id><published>2011-03-01T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T08:29:09.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, ok ...</title><content type='html'>Way to go fellow bloggies ... I am mucho grateful for all comments regarding previous post.&lt;br /&gt;I shall keep on keepin on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because let's be honest, there is always some sort of entertainment going on around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take last night for instance. Quin was outta town so I made some delish chicken fettuccine (made in my fav appliance, stella the crockpot) the boys weren't uber impressed. Don't get me wrong but they think it's a sin to not have a spud or beef incorperated into every meal. Wy wakes up @ 1 am and asks for some food. "I need a cracker or a sandwich" he said. I told him to go back to bed (yeah I'm not to sensitive in the middle of the night). He said "If I don't eat any beef for dinner I get hungry during the night". Nice arguemnt. Go to bed anyway kid. We are not raising vegetarians here, that's for dang sure. I remember a egbert family party when coop was 3 when we were standing in line in front of my sweet aunt kathy. Coop proceeded to ask his dad if it was dead mama pig. I think she about passed out, just saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-182681983948140471?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/182681983948140471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=182681983948140471&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/182681983948140471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/182681983948140471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2011/03/ok-ok.html' title='Ok, ok ...'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-6461507687606290224</id><published>2011-02-23T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T13:28:31.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Swing</title><content type='html'>So lets be honest here people.&lt;br /&gt;I started blogging in June of 2007 -- yes FoReVeR ago. I started because I wanted to record what was happening in my darling, growing fam. You blink and they are bigger!! I wanted to share cute stories of the wild ones and share some of my own stuff, an outlet of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;But I jumped off the bandwagon. Everyone and their puppy and garage sale has started a blog. (At least that how it seems to little ole me). I didn't feel as witty or creative as some blog-newbies, so I just fizzled.&lt;br /&gt;But you know what dude... I can do this blog thing for me and not worry about trying to impress the masses. I enjoy writing and recording so why the heck not keep on keepin' on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say, shall I put forth the effort or is it not worth the time and energy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for your viewing pleasure, and cause blogs just aren't nearly as entertaining without a pic I wanna share with you a golden oldie ... A pic from 2006 of little bubbs and little boss with our mini tuff :) what sweet boys and what a sweet pony! Things were so much less complicated then, lol. Love you all ... PLEASE PLEASE leave a comment and let me know whether to jumpback on the wagon or not!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oirLT8zbz1o/TWV7658IO-I/AAAAAAAAAvU/Ov1Ww1ejVB4/s1600/Boys%2B%2526%2BTuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oirLT8zbz1o/TWV7658IO-I/AAAAAAAAAvU/Ov1Ww1ejVB4/s400/Boys%2B%2526%2BTuff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576999965483875298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-6461507687606290224?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6461507687606290224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=6461507687606290224&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/6461507687606290224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/6461507687606290224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2011/02/back-in-swing.html' title='Back in the Swing'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oirLT8zbz1o/TWV7658IO-I/AAAAAAAAAvU/Ov1Ww1ejVB4/s72-c/Boys%2B%2526%2BTuff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-8831517438832866768</id><published>2010-12-06T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T11:49:57.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinsel, and Garland, and Christmas Cards ... OH MY!</title><content type='html'>There is something about the holidays that makes my heart swoon. Maybe it’s the lights, the wrappings, or the colors. Maybe it’s the music or the tender smiles on the faces of my children.  Maybe it’s the fact that I know the real “Reason for the Season”. I love all the traditions and trappings that come along with this merry time of year. One of my favorite traditions is that on exchanging Christmas cards. (yes i realize i'm a wee bit crazy) I have been doing Christmas cards since Quin and I were married about 9 years ago -- every year the cards seem to fit the certain stage in my life. They started out as sweet little homemade ones that a poor little mom and housewife made with glue and glitter. They came from the heart and they were made with love. But them as more babies came and more responsibilities I started to simplify my card making process. I ordered pictures of the family and signed them with our names. Now more kids and more pressures make the task nearly daunting! But I totally lucked out this year (as did my family and friends lol) I’m making my cards through&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery"&gt; shutterfly&lt;/a&gt;  ~&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/TP0-HbY8sNI/AAAAAAAAAu0/JcoWFnnBmHE/s1600/shutterfly%2Bcards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/TP0-HbY8sNI/AAAAAAAAAu0/JcoWFnnBmHE/s400/shutterfly%2Bcards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547658613322723538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; love this years card choices!! I’m made the photo books before and was so impressed with the product and the time it took. Can't wait to make some&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery"&gt; invites&lt;/a&gt; for a 2nd bday party/christmas party for miss maggie. I am also looking forward to making darling &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/calenders"&gt;calenders&lt;/a&gt; for the grands next year :) with darling pics of my little crazies. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/TP0-HkVKhRI/AAAAAAAAAu8/SCDSTIEhPwU/s1600/calenders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/TP0-HkVKhRI/AAAAAAAAAu8/SCDSTIEhPwU/s400/calenders.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547658615722771730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm posting about my card making this year mostly for some free credits through shutterfly but I honestly love their product, service and prices!! So try it out ... I'll be waiting for some darling cards from you this year!! :) &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/calenders"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-8831517438832866768?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/8831517438832866768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=8831517438832866768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/8831517438832866768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/8831517438832866768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2010/12/tinsel-and-garland-and-christmas-cards.html' title='Tinsel, and Garland, and Christmas Cards ... OH MY!'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/TP0-HbY8sNI/AAAAAAAAAu0/JcoWFnnBmHE/s72-c/shutterfly%2Bcards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-716060082488568671</id><published>2010-09-21T19:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T20:02:43.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just sayin ... hes the man</title><content type='html'>even if he is younger than me&lt;br /&gt;i grew up loving my cousin jason .... he is the best&lt;br /&gt;my boys call him uncle jason. even though he's not i don't correct them cause they would be lucky to have him as an uncle. just when i thought that jase couldn't get any cooler he went and married one of the sweetest most wonderful girls i have ever known ... miss geri is a gem. he has great parents and awesome extended family (obviously, lol)&lt;br /&gt;jason has cystic fibrosis ... i remember when he was little watching him get "pat pats" to break up that junk in his lungs. that kids a fighter.&lt;br /&gt;he's a finalist in a stellar scholarship contest, please help him out and give 3 seconds of your time to vote for him just go &lt;a href="http://www.solvaycaresscholarship.com/winners-profiles/jason-e.php"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make sure to take a second to watch his video, little jason pics choked me up ... he was the cutest kid with the sweetest smile ... still is ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on people ... help a real live superman out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-716060082488568671?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/716060082488568671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=716060082488568671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/716060082488568671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/716060082488568671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-sayin-hes-man.html' title='just sayin ... hes the man'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-3792586373625052259</id><published>2010-09-01T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T13:02:36.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not gonna lie</title><content type='html'>So I have been on a slight hiatus ... ok that's a lie, i haven't blogged in FORever!!&lt;br /&gt;Its cause I've been traveling the world  writing a novel ... ok that's another lie ... I've just been being a mom and wife (taint easy I tell ya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the time has come that kids have started school ... ALL THREE BOYS ... and Miss Maggie is having a nap and honestly I have to start with low standards for quin so that he doesn't expect magic everyday ;) I'm all about the wow effect -- you know when u don't put on make-up everyday and so when u do he says "WOW", yep I love that.  So I have to waste a little time ... dinner is done in the crockpot and dishes are done and laundry is put away. Not to say that everything is done ... but again, when I get it done in a day or 2 it will have the wow effect (try it out on someone you love).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last, mmmm over half a year has been great :)&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt and Cooper did wrestling in Ririe (and yes that makes me feel like a traitor somehow)&lt;br /&gt;Wy, Coop, and Hy played t-ball and coach pitch ... let's hear it for the tball coaches out there (yeah i coached and it was a little rough, but i didn't beat anyone)&lt;br /&gt;We had swimming lessons ... i have little fishies now.&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt was baptized by his daddy in July (sniff, sniff ... will share more about that later)&lt;br /&gt;Now Wyatt is playing flag football and I'm not gonna lie, I think it may be a fav for me. LuRvE it!!! It even makes me happy that fall is coming, not that I'm ready to pull out the snowclothes yet but loving the little chill in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;Maggie is sweet sweet sweet! She calls me Annie (and has for months) which makes for awesome conversation as church ... she's the little boss, but we love her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was the 1st day ... Wyatt is in 2nd, Coop is in 1st, and Hy is in kindergarten. When did my babies get so big?? They were so excited it was hard not to get caught up in it, but as I watched the bus pull away with so much of my world on it I felt a little vaclemped. I love being the mom, I love their stories, their games, their wildness, just love them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/TH6w2oDNYDI/AAAAAAAAAuc/NqQ18I74e3E/s1600/47713_466613151803_671431803_6599894_374120_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/TH6w2oDNYDI/AAAAAAAAAuc/NqQ18I74e3E/s400/47713_466613151803_671431803_6599894_374120_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512037446458368050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna lie, the quiet is pretty nice right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-3792586373625052259?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3792586373625052259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=3792586373625052259&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/3792586373625052259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/3792586373625052259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-gonna-lie.html' title='not gonna lie'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/TH6w2oDNYDI/AAAAAAAAAuc/NqQ18I74e3E/s72-c/47713_466613151803_671431803_6599894_374120_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-7287775872572148500</id><published>2010-01-29T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:03:55.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately around here ... and a little decor thrown in</title><content type='html'>Very exciting around here.&lt;br /&gt;Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok you got me, I lied.  Quin has been gone most of the week (4 days) the last while. I think I am starting to deal with it better. I've figured out that if I just plan on him being gone than if he shows up I'm surprised and we are all so happy. Before if he ended up leaving then I was upset and sad that he wasn't going to be home. Much nicer to just be happy. I've been teaching preschool the last 2 weeks, glad my turn is over :) Working on planning the kindergarten valentine party for coop's class, you know me, always up for a party.&lt;br /&gt;I got the Christmas stuff taken down this last weekend (impressive, i know). When I brought in the huge box Cooper stood it up on the end and opened it up and walked in and said "mom this looks a little like the loveshack to me". Nice, loveshack. Just what the mama wants to hear.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Maggie is growing and growing! She is walking along everything, no desire to walk alone yet - but all she has to do is squawk and a brother is right there to do her bidding, tough life. :)&lt;br /&gt;I've been organizing and decorating like crazy around here. I am planning on painting my front room walls red and then painting my piano (a really old, beat-up one) a pretty dark yellow color. I got inspiration &lt;a href="http://crapivemade.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/S2NLfpgJoAI/AAAAAAAAAuU/jWVJH8T6-SE/s1600-h/piano.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/S2NLfpgJoAI/AAAAAAAAAuU/jWVJH8T6-SE/s400/piano.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432268582627680258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is a dresser/entry table that a bought at my fav shop the black sheep boutique it's darling&lt;br /&gt;i love it and it looks so perfect, can't wait to get all the little stuff (and BIG stuff done and post some pics. so fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/7287775872572148500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/7287775872572148500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2010/01/lately-around-here-and-little-decor.html' title='Lately around here ... and a little decor thrown in'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/S2NLfpgJoAI/AAAAAAAAAuU/jWVJH8T6-SE/s72-c/piano.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-5569553713581262112</id><published>2010-01-25T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:20:47.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't even worry about it</title><content type='html'>ok i figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;i know, i know, it may not seem like that big of a deal, but i've been thinking and pondering DEEPLY about what word i want as my word (and motto) of the year. and after nearly a month i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year 2010, i will remember what i am, who i am, and why i am here. so many times i feel like i am rushing, planning, dreaming, and doing. i will slow down and remember that i am here for a purpose. i will remember that i am a daughter of God. i will remember that i have such a strong heritage. i will remember those that have passed before me and the sacrifices that they made. i want to learn (and remember) my great grandparents (and grandparents). i will teach my kids about them. we will sing "how great Thou art" and remember gpa kunz. i will wear my red patent leather heels and remember my sweet gma alta and her green polka dot dress. we will smell a skunk and think of gma grace (haha). my life has been so rich with memories of my grandparents, and i will remember to take my kids to see their gparents more often (we see tulips and think of pa elmer). i will remember that i can't do everything, so i will relax and enjoy what i can do. i want to remember to do the things that bring me joy -- sewing, painting, decorating, crocheting, gardening ... i will remember that my children are gifts and try to remember that everyday with them is a blessing!! i will remember the millions of reasons why i love quin. i will remember ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if you get lucky i may even remember to blog more often, lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-5569553713581262112?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5569553713581262112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=5569553713581262112&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/5569553713581262112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/5569553713581262112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-even-worry-about-it.html' title='don&apos;t even worry about it'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-8617795261261817813</id><published>2010-01-05T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T13:49:47.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>are you planning on saying it twenty ten or two thousand ten? mmmm, can't decide myself.&lt;br /&gt;either way you say it the new year is here. it's already a week into the deal, but i'm gonna type myself some little thoughts. someone somewhere told me that they pick a word every year as a theme and then they work on goals that pertain to that specific word. i love that idea this year! the only problem is that i can't decide on just one. i have sooooo many things that i want to get done, new flooring in my house, paint kitchen cabinets, can more food, double the size of my garden, learn to pole dance (just checking to see if you were paying attention), get chickens, figure out how to stay organized (for longer than a week), and make more cookies.  check in later for what the magic word of 2010 will be! if you have any suggestions feel free to leave them! love to all --- maybe someday i'll finish getting pictures downloaded onto my computer. maybe not. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-8617795261261817813?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/8617795261261817813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=8617795261261817813&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://violetscustomcakes.blogspot.com"&gt;mud lake lady&lt;/a&gt; who is very talented. working on a lot of fabulous christmasy things around here ... not time to blog :) maybe later when the children are nestled all snug in their beds. don't worry I will post all the fabulous birthday pics soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SzEAfMZMVkI/AAAAAAAAAts/h5C_F2nFzdo/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SzEAfMZMVkI/AAAAAAAAAts/h5C_F2nFzdo/s400/cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418112362606253634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-1478365813032256159?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SzEAfMZMVkI/AAAAAAAAAts/h5C_F2nFzdo/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-4760064007592362630</id><published>2009-12-15T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:30:48.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SygcIQCFNyI/AAAAAAAAAtk/OY9eDButlnQ/s1600-h/red+dress+1+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SygcIQCFNyI/AAAAAAAAAtk/OY9eDButlnQ/s400/red+dress+1+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415609479981250338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The princess is officially one year old today!&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how quickly the time has flown by ~ Miss Maggie is truly a delight!&lt;br /&gt;She is sweet and darling ... but I must say she has a little red-head temper :) Since the time that we brought her home from the hospital the boys (especially daddy) has been in love. They call her princess so much I'm worried that she will think that's her name, lol. She is moving and shaking and getting into everything (poor christmas tree) but she doesn't care about walking ~ but why would she when she shrieks and the boys come get her and move her into the other room. I have loved having this sweet little girls spirit in our home ~ she is so nearly perfect that it's almost scary! Happy Birthday my sweet Miss Maggie-girl!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-4760064007592362630?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4760064007592362630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=4760064007592362630&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4760064007592362630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4760064007592362630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/12/princess.html' title='Princess'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SygcIQCFNyI/AAAAAAAAAtk/OY9eDButlnQ/s72-c/red+dress+1+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-2648593540676135123</id><published>2009-12-09T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T08:55:30.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life in the fast lane</title><content type='html'>we are some happening people over here. we have been RUNNING and RUNNING from one thing to the next.&lt;br /&gt;finished wrestling ... wyatt doesn't want to do it again until he's 8. i said ok. i don't think he realizes that will be next year when they start again :)&lt;br /&gt;to celebrate the kids and i went with my bestie chrissy to her parents house in south jordan for the weekend. we just played and played!&lt;br /&gt;the boys are working hard at school ... coop is a smart little man and wyatt is rocking the math thing. hyrum loves preschool, he is meticulous when it comes to his coloring and cutting. i am used to the other 2 that are always in to big a hurry to color in the lines, what a patient little fella.  i planned the 1st grade thanksgiving party, now that was entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;thanksgiving was awesome -- spent time at both families. we had quin home for 4 days straight (and yes maggie had withdrawls when he went back on monday). chrissy and i braved the black friday crowds, it was a 1st for both of us and we made it to toys r us by 3:30 AM! yes crazy, that's us!&lt;br /&gt;then last weekend we had the 3rd annual hobley christmas shin-dig. this year we used mom and dads timeshare points (thanks guys) and stayed at a SWEET condo in west yellowstone. we took the snowmachines, but something about the -20 degree temps didn't sound appealing to me. the men are wild and went a few times. quin and adam bonded by staying up until 3 in the morning (3 nights in a row) playing the new mario bros game on our wii (yes, it rocks and brings back some awesome memories). the cousins LOVE each other!! it's so fun to have them play and hang out. we are still trying to get caught up on our sleep :) then when we got home on sun night quin headed straight down to salt lake to go to a cummins and hitachi school for work. yes he is having fun on his vacation (when is my turn, lol). he will be back on fri and then we are off to salt lake with bri and rusty (quin's bro). we are excited to show the boys the lights at temple sqaure, it's been a few years! then on tues the 15th my baby miss maggie turns 1 !!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!! i can not believe how quickly that happened. she is still nearly perfect. she is happy almost all of the time and loves her brothers and daddy so much! her favorite words are bubba and dad --- someday i'm sure mom will be in her vocab, i can be patient. i am excited for her birthday party, there will be an amazing cake and lots of fun i'm sure! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Sx_V2SbsrUI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Mpa_-X9TTU0/s1600-h/mom-p003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Sx_V2SbsrUI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Mpa_-X9TTU0/s400/mom-p003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413280405760290114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-2648593540676135123?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/2648593540676135123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=2648593540676135123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/2648593540676135123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/2648593540676135123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-in-fast-lane.html' title='life in the fast lane'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Sx_V2SbsrUI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Mpa_-X9TTU0/s72-c/mom-p003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-4622966576392035498</id><published>2009-11-06T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T09:40:10.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously so blessed</title><content type='html'>i have so many things to be thankful for. (although messes are not one of them)&lt;br /&gt;this month i am trying to think about&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; peaceful things&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;trying to remember the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; little things&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i am going to be posting the things that i am thankful for (ok just a fraction of them really).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i am thankful for a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the wind is howling and the munchkins and i are safe and warm.&lt;br /&gt;lucky us!&lt;br /&gt;even when they mess up the rooms i spend time cleaning and organizing, at least they have something to dirty up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SvRer-aaDvI/AAAAAAAAAs4/-MswXNjWjDY/s1600-h/spooky+punkin.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SvRer-aaDvI/AAAAAAAAAs4/-MswXNjWjDY/s400/spooky+punkin.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401045962705211122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;somehow the month of october is over.  how the world did that happen?&lt;br /&gt;we've been decorating, shopping (ok, thats what i've been doing), and the big 2 started wrestling. it feels weird to have them wrestling for ririe.  in fact we went to a meet last week in sugar city and the boys walked in wearing their bulldog colors and and we saw that west jeff had their jr. high wrestlers there. i asked quin if we should make them keep their coats on, lol. coach sawick was there and as we shook hands and i realized that i had kids old enough to wrestle i felt old.  old and even a little mature (and that doesn't actually happen that often).  so odd.&lt;br /&gt;we finished harvesting the garden. pulled up the corn and sunflowers and feed them to shorty tuckett (lucky little pony). i've started drawing plans for next years garden (even bigger and better) i LOVE LOVE LOVE my new tiller and lawnmower ... am a little sad that i don't get to mow my lawn for the next MONTHSSSSS. oh well, at least i have a lawn (see me being thankful). love to all ...   (only halloween costume pics i got ... the 2nd pic was when i was trying to get everyone on the porch for pics and a stray steer ran across the road, wyatt ran inside to grab his rope and coop ran to go bulldog it, i love that maggie still looks happy and hyrum looks worried!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SvReVpS0h9I/AAAAAAAAAsw/4G29PBLgcHk/s1600-h/lion+hyrum.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SvReVpS0h9I/AAAAAAAAAsw/4G29PBLgcHk/s400/lion+hyrum.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401045579079124946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SvReVXbFKGI/AAAAAAAAAso/bh0ZoZZn6mc/s1600-h/steps.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SvReVXbFKGI/AAAAAAAAAso/bh0ZoZZn6mc/s400/steps.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401045574281930850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-4622966576392035498?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4622966576392035498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=4622966576392035498&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4622966576392035498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4622966576392035498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/11/seriously-so-blessed.html' title='seriously so blessed'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SvRer-aaDvI/AAAAAAAAAs4/-MswXNjWjDY/s72-c/spooky+punkin.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-4962428966920213329</id><published>2009-10-07T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:01:29.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>take just a sec to read this</title><content type='html'>hello, it's annie here.&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to share a little laughter on this lovely wed. afternoon -- what no snow today!! :) that puts me in a good mood!&lt;br /&gt;this lady cRaCkS me up! --&lt;br /&gt;read this you won't regret it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/so%20funny%21"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://controllingmychaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/street-fighting-skillz-for-girlz.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;read this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jason, i want to know how much you laughed :) i wish i was around as you were reading this, just to hear it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-4962428966920213329?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4962428966920213329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=4962428966920213329&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4962428966920213329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4962428966920213329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/10/take-just-sec-to-read-this.html' title='take just a sec to read this'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-5277036679457586081</id><published>2009-10-06T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T17:30:49.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boone family pics - fall 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SsvEhUMW_aI/AAAAAAAAAsY/glNwr4VMHbg/s1600-h/boone+family+pics-p006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SsvEhUMW_aI/AAAAAAAAAsY/glNwr4VMHbg/s400/boone+family+pics-p006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389617455714205090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had so much fun taking these pictures ... it's amazing how many actual shots you have to take to get what you want :) In the end I couldn't believe all the cuteness that we ended up with! Hallie is a little girl that is in Wyatt's 1st grade class, Megan is 5 going on 20, and Dayton is a sweet 3 year old that escapes to our house to our sandbox on a regular basis (that and he loves our "hoss" shorty). Loved hanging out with this family,  even in Dale was less than impressed :) lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SsvB95UOvLI/AAAAAAAAAsI/IXwvRwT8mns/s1600-h/boone+family+pics-p004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SsvB95UOvLI/AAAAAAAAAsI/IXwvRwT8mns/s400/boone+family+pics-p004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389614648180784306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SsvDYyUf5HI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/dAFaPDhWGIM/s1600-h/boone+family+pics-p005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SsvDYyUf5HI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/dAFaPDhWGIM/s400/boone+family+pics-p005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389616209670956146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Ssu-_KSDX6I/AAAAAAAAAr4/2cJFmw46P88/s1600-h/boone+family+pics-p002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Ssu-_KSDX6I/AAAAAAAAAr4/2cJFmw46P88/s400/boone+family+pics-p002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389611371380039586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Ssu8tYNe5wI/AAAAAAAAArw/PSIa3GSrRNk/s1600-h/boone+family+pics-p001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Ssu8tYNe5wI/AAAAAAAAArw/PSIa3GSrRNk/s400/boone+family+pics-p001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389608866858067714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SsvA0nWrQZI/AAAAAAAAAsA/l_biFhX1MJE/s1600-h/boone+family+pics-p003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SsvA0nWrQZI/AAAAAAAAAsA/l_biFhX1MJE/s400/boone+family+pics-p003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389613389228753298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-5277036679457586081?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5277036679457586081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=5277036679457586081&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/5277036679457586081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/5277036679457586081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/10/boone-family-pics-fall-2009.html' title='boone family pics - fall 2009'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SsvEhUMW_aI/AAAAAAAAAsY/glNwr4VMHbg/s72-c/boone+family+pics-p006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-6857111638309163204</id><published>2009-09-30T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:26:24.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoagie's Birthday Baby!!</title><content type='html'>the last few weeks have been crazy busy.&lt;br /&gt;mostly crazy ... mingled with a fair amount of busy.&lt;br /&gt;i've been single-parenting while quin continues working +80 hours a WeEk!!&lt;br /&gt;YUCK!! I think it would be easier if he was just gone all of the time and we didn't try to plan things around whether he thought he'd be home or not.&lt;br /&gt;just sayin' ...&lt;br /&gt;today is my best friend hoagie's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;we've been friends at least for 15 years.  hamer came to jr. high in terreton and she was rockin'.  love her tons!!  at our 10 year reunion is cracks me up that the only picture i got with someone was with my buddy that i talk to almost daily anyway. oh well.  happy last year in your 20's babe!! :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SsPXsgWvXWI/AAAAAAAAAro/9sVqzJCF6DI/s1600-h/DSCF5171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SsPXsgWvXWI/AAAAAAAAAro/9sVqzJCF6DI/s400/DSCF5171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387386738864774498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way I would only put a picture of myself up here for mindy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been taking family pics for a few different people -- it is that time o'year when you realize that you better get outside pictures done before it gets to cold and nasty (like it is today) i'll post a few after i get them loaded and edited a bit.  you know, in my spare time *hahahahahaha*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-6857111638309163204?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6857111638309163204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=6857111638309163204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/6857111638309163204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/6857111638309163204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/09/hoagies-birthday-baby.html' title='Hoagie&apos;s Birthday Baby!!'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SsPXsgWvXWI/AAAAAAAAAro/9sVqzJCF6DI/s72-c/DSCF5171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-4780542000483914934</id><published>2009-09-15T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:44:38.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my baywatch moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SrAKIgwdgpI/AAAAAAAAArg/jyR3pcDVaD4/s1600-h/DSCF5297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SrAKIgwdgpI/AAAAAAAAArg/jyR3pcDVaD4/s400/DSCF5297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381812696056169106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a great story that I've been meaning to share.  Just so happens I got a nap in today for the first time in years I think, lol.  Maggie and Hy (&amp;amp; mama) were worn out after preschool so we all got a little snooze!! YEAH!! I can already feel more energy oozing though my veins.  That or the dr. pepper is working ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywoo -- so the week before school started I was running for mom of the year.  I was thinking of all the little things that I'd been saying that we were going to do but I never seemed to have enough energy by myself or there was always something else to do (weird how that happens).  But I digress.  I told myself that was ok because when the kids got to school all they'd remember to talk about was the few days before anyway.  Right.  So the few days before school started we went to the zoo and the lake.  While we were at the lake we ran into a few friends.  They have a little guy that is 2 but build like a sherman tank.  This kid is solid.  And that's saying something cause I remember Samuel &amp;amp; Austin Egbert as young'ens.  So we are all out playing in the sand and Dayton (the above mentioned little man) is spalshing around.  All of the sudden out of the corner of my eye I saw that he had tipped over and was trying to drown.  Poor Maggie was tucked under my arm like a quarterback running for the goal quicker that you could say HELP!! I saw him thrashing around and all I could see were his little eyes looking at me and him swallowing water.  **Reader warning it gets a little graphic here** I left all caution in the wind and ran through the water,  splashing around,  things bouncing in ways they shouldn't.  I totally had a Pamela Lee thing going.  My blonde hair bouncing on the shoulders and my bosom bouncing off my chin.  Good times, good times.  Don't worry I saved the lad's life and gave the whole of rigby lake a great show.  Dayton's mom was watching and after she saw that he was going to live she started laughing hysterically.  A simple thank you would've sufficed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SrAKF9t4SsI/AAAAAAAAArA/sAwZ48PL3f8/s1600-h/DSCF5283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SrAKF9t4SsI/AAAAAAAAArA/sAwZ48PL3f8/s400/DSCF5283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381812652290362050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SrAKGpgJ5VI/AAAAAAAAArI/PjhpRHdunvE/s1600-h/DSCF5285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SrAKGpgJ5VI/AAAAAAAAArI/PjhpRHdunvE/s400/DSCF5285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381812664043955538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SrAKHaiaAdI/AAAAAAAAArQ/MkGBuZFQEs8/s1600-h/DSCF5286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SrAKHaiaAdI/AAAAAAAAArQ/MkGBuZFQEs8/s400/DSCF5286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381812677206737362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SrAKH-BERnI/AAAAAAAAArY/6bv3eXUlWz4/s1600-h/DSCF5287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SrAKH-BERnI/AAAAAAAAArY/6bv3eXUlWz4/s400/DSCF5287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381812686730577522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-4780542000483914934?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4780542000483914934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=4780542000483914934&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4780542000483914934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4780542000483914934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-baywatch-moment.html' title='my baywatch moment.'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SrAKIgwdgpI/AAAAAAAAArg/jyR3pcDVaD4/s72-c/DSCF5297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-4416477030375793422</id><published>2009-08-20T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T13:07:46.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/So2sy0bPucI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Yxh1ls0cTg4/s1600-h/DSCF5317.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/So2sySphIdI/AAAAAAAAAqY/9UHoTA9zzCk/s1600-h/DSCF5301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372139910522282450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/So2sySphIdI/AAAAAAAAAqY/9UHoTA9zzCk/s400/DSCF5301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sent my 2 big boys to school. Wyatt started 1st grade and Cooper is in Kindergarten. REALLY!!! When did that happen? They were both so excited. Wyatt was a great big brother. Cooper was so sure that Wyatt knew everything that he didn't even look back to me. He just followed big brother right up to the bus and got on to go to all day kindergarten. He'll go all day every other day ... sounds crazy to me but rigby school district is special like that. I have more to post about, more pictures ... outings to lakes, zoos, fishing, soccer, hikes, &amp;amp; huckleberries. I've loved the summer and am kinda sad to see it go, but I'm sure that we'll have bigger and even better things going on this fall! Gotta run and make so school bus cookies for the men. I'm sure Hyrum will help, he's been REALLY helpful today, lol. I think he misses the boys even more than I do. Maggie misses them to because now Hyrum can give her ALL of his attention. :) Quin's been gone this week, so when I get school boys bathed and in bed ya'll will hear from me again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372138878023377682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/So2r2MSmIxI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/o3X1hJnnPNY/s400/stuff-p004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372139935406573810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/So2szvWZSPI/AAAAAAAAAqo/DnRKSUwj0BU/s400/DSCF5319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-4416477030375793422?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4416477030375793422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=4416477030375793422&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4416477030375793422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4416477030375793422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school-2009.html' title='First Day of School 2009'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/So2sySphIdI/AAAAAAAAAqY/9UHoTA9zzCk/s72-c/DSCF5301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-2361781489100448868</id><published>2009-08-12T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T09:17:08.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where, oh where has the summertime gone?</title><content type='html'>oh where, oh where can it be??? ok, i guess that's really a song about a little dog, with it's ears cut short and it's tail cut long, oh where, oh where can he be? :) you know it's really to bad that you can't hear me singing when i blog -- i crack myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this summer is nearly over -- the 2 big boys start school next thurs. Wyatt will be in 1st and Cooper is in kindergarten. Then Hyrum will start preschool in sept. WHAT in the WORLD am I going to do with myself? i'm not sure how i'll handle having a semi-quiet house. i might actually get ahead a little bit (until the weekends anyway).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we've had such a fun and busy summer, obviously, since i haven't posted in ions. here's a bit of the entertainment around here.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369108153676664594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SoLna0SNDxI/AAAAAAAAApQ/QfaRJdORzc0/s400/DSCF4961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maggie's dad gave her a chips ahoy cookie while we were camping. Her mom was VERY impressed, especially around 2 in the morning when she had a bellyache. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369108162677991842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SoLnbV0SaaI/AAAAAAAAApY/G7i-0nLPXLw/s400/DSCF5009.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Water parties in the backyard with the neighbors. We love the Boone's!! It's so fun to live in such a great area!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369108177575596754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SoLncNUJ0tI/AAAAAAAAApg/QVzPAyj8dKs/s400/DSCF5016.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Weeding the garden, and weeding, and weeding.  Next year we are more than doubling the garden.  Maybe then the boys won't eat all of the peas so I can freeze some.  We've loved fresh peas and potatoes though!!  I love working outside with my little farmers :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369109125351999202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SoLoTYDqBuI/AAAAAAAAApw/TcySDtHyKmI/s400/DSCF4968.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Wyatt loved the hammock while we were camping (LOVE the dirty smirk).  The best family times that we have is when we are all outside and dirty -- gotta love it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369108183407857794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SoLncjCrEII/AAAAAAAAApo/v7BL1PJJmRg/s400/DSCF5058.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Loved playing at the spray park in Rexburg with Paisley! Cousins rock!! Can't wait to meet Ben &amp;amp; Rach's little lady in a few weeks!! The boys are counting down the days!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369109138826552194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SoLoUKQPY4I/AAAAAAAAAp4/CsNcOBBCrFk/s400/DSCF5066.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Miss Maggie even got in on the fun!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369109147481825762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SoLoUqf0YeI/AAAAAAAAAqA/hQj_N7xcCPw/s400/DSCF5077.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We survived t-ball and moved onto soccer the very next week.  I think I've loved watching soccer even more than t-ball.  Wyatt the athlete loves playing defense and then kicking it over everyone's head and watching them all run for it.  Pretty funny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369109163813408114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SoLoVnVkjXI/AAAAAAAAAqI/kMDiTdsKTW8/s400/DSCF5112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Three little Tuckett boys on the soccer sideline~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm gonna miss my little men when they head off to school -- but I think Hyrum may miss them even more!! He's their little shadow -- I'm glad they all play so good!  I'll miss summer but can't wait to see what entertainment we have these coming months!! Love you all!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-2361781489100448868?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/2361781489100448868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=2361781489100448868&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/2361781489100448868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/2361781489100448868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-oh-where-has-summertime-gone.html' title='where, oh where has the summertime gone?'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SoLna0SNDxI/AAAAAAAAApQ/QfaRJdORzc0/s72-c/DSCF4961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-1599645737205163267</id><published>2009-06-30T12:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:54:58.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mom, i'm going on a mission when i get big.</title><content type='html'>those words speak to a mothers heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend while we were camping coop told me the following.&lt;br /&gt;"mom, i'm going on a mission when i get big."&lt;br /&gt;"that is so great cooper, it will be so cool"&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, i'm going to ride a bike and do tippy-wheelies all the time."&lt;br /&gt;meaning riding on the back tire of his bike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought i was training a spiritul giant. &lt;br /&gt;nope, just the next evil kenevil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-1599645737205163267?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1599645737205163267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=1599645737205163267&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/1599645737205163267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/1599645737205163267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/06/mom-i.html' title='mom, i&apos;m going on a mission when i get big.'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-2839565822140045300</id><published>2009-06-29T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:44:50.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up -</title><content type='html'>The last few weeks have been to much fun!! Gotta get ya'll caught up. June 15th Miss Maggie Marie turned 6 months old ~ where has time gone? She's rolling and singing and making the sweetest noises. It's funny how sweet and girly her little voice sounds. So different from my wild little men. The weekend before the 15th we went with Quin's family to Yellowstone. We stopped by in West (where Quin's sis Whitney is working) and then we went through the park. The boys loved it of course ... and Maggie traveled so well! We saw a bunch of wildlife, for a minute we thought that a dang buffalo was going to hit Rusty's car (lucky for us he was in front).  We've also finished up the t-ball season.  Our first soccer game is July 1st.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352990857759072338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Skmk0uKkoFI/AAAAAAAAAow/xwytvQ0lYF0/s400/Blog-p007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 17th was Mr. Wyatt's 7th birthday. Here are some fun Wyatt Facts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*he is the best worker boy -- he takes his gloves with him so he can help work and get dirty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*he is so sweet with Maggie - he's always so willing to help with her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*he'll be in 1st grade this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*he is an OUTSTANDING athlete - he wants to play every sport and is is awesome at all of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*he does his chores and take good care of Shorty (our mini). he is so dang cute riding him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Wyatt so much and am so proud of him. It's been fun to see him grow up and turn into such a tough guy!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wyatt had soccer practice and a t-ball game on the night of his birthday, so lucky boy got everyone in the family to come watch him. He was in is element. He hates that they only let him run to 1st base, he's sure he should get a homerun every time. After the game we went to our house for cake and ice cream. Wyatt got some fun presents ... a cinch for his saddle and then Quin bought him a bb gun-I wa there, but it's Quin's project :).  At least it's locked up unless the dad is home. Thanks for all the fam for coming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352990863077343666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Skmk1B-jAbI/AAAAAAAAAo4/LbqaFkqNQK4/s400/Blog-p008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went camping in Kilgore last weekend ... SOOO much fun --- the boys were sure they were in heaven :)  More about that to come!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-2839565822140045300?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/2839565822140045300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=2839565822140045300&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/2839565822140045300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/2839565822140045300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/06/catching-up.html' title='Catching up -'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Skmk0uKkoFI/AAAAAAAAAow/xwytvQ0lYF0/s72-c/Blog-p007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-2758017436241867152</id><published>2009-06-08T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:13:09.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, what do you do in the summertime?</title><content type='html'>I love this time of year -- I love planting and growing things. I love being outside with the kids. I love t-ball (very entertaining). I love camping and spending time with family. Lucky for me it's early on in the season and I'm already living it up.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345014295281246322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Si1OLrWfoHI/AAAAAAAAAog/n5R2URKHvPQ/s400/stuff-p002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345014299117337378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Si1OL5pFuyI/AAAAAAAAAoo/kciJa6i6F3k/s400/stuff-p003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yep, I'm lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-2758017436241867152?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/2758017436241867152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=2758017436241867152&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/2758017436241867152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/2758017436241867152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-what-do-you-do-in-summertime.html' title='oh, what do you do in the summertime?'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Si1OLrWfoHI/AAAAAAAAAog/n5R2URKHvPQ/s72-c/stuff-p002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-3699966467002676377</id><published>2009-06-01T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:27:49.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I should just upload those pictures, but I won't.</title><content type='html'>I soooo have some darling pictures to upload and put on here.&lt;br /&gt;Today is not going to be that day. &lt;br /&gt;Quin was gone last week (he got home late Sat. night) and I've been "summer cleaning".  For me that means decluttering and putting things away so I have an excuse to redecorate.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I may be addicted to lists.  I have more lists of projects that I want to do than I will ever have time to do.  Today's projects have been organizing the shelf and cupboards above the washer and dryer in the laundry room.  Now I'm putting the things I want and use above there and moving Quin's things out to the shed.  He doesn't use those things that often and I'm tired of having my cleaning stuff not have a real home.  Should make things much nicer around here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start t-ball tonight ~ Coop said that he wants to hit the ball and not just play on the toys like he did in Mud Lake.  We'll see how that goes.  Wyatt has been us since before 6 this morning waiting for tonight.  Should be an awesome summer!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-3699966467002676377?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3699966467002676377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=3699966467002676377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/3699966467002676377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/3699966467002676377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-should-just-upload-those-pictures-but.html' title='I should just upload those pictures, but I won&apos;t.'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-778025400969158371</id><published>2009-05-22T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:12:24.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brianna's Turn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SheFV4e7eJI/AAAAAAAAAoY/YUCsCUJlng4/s1600-h/bri+and+pickup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338882494256871570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SheFV4e7eJI/AAAAAAAAAoY/YUCsCUJlng4/s400/bri+and+pickup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Bri and Rusty's pick-up ... lookin like she owned it, even before she did :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SheCrUQNKFI/AAAAAAAAAoI/yzAy1KTSqgs/s1600-h/bri+and+rusty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338879563953678418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SheCrUQNKFI/AAAAAAAAAoI/yzAy1KTSqgs/s400/bri+and+rusty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (Bri &amp;amp; Rusty's wedding in Arizona) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that May is the month for family birthdays! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have to give a shout-out to my sis-in-law &lt;a href="http://briannatuckett.blogspot.com/(Rusty"&gt;Bri Tuckett &lt;/a&gt;(Rusty's wife). Her and I have been through a lot together. Business deals, trucking, missing husbands, baling, road trips, crazy in-laws, broken noses :), projects that take AT LEAST 2 times as long as the boys say they will ... and much, much more!! It's fun to have your husband's best friend be someone that you like to hang out with. Quin's best friend really is his little (but bigger) brother Rusty. They can talk and talk everytime they get together. They never run out of things to say. Their mom said that when they were little they would even talk to each other in their sleep. And that is saying a lot since neither one of them is very social with other people. I guess they just understand each other. So I'm SOOOO glad that Rusty married someone that I can talk to and do things with since everytime that we get together the boys go into their own little world :) She's a 5th grade teacher in Mud Lake and we've missed having them move out there. My boys love her (although maybe not as much as they love Uncle). I know that she'll be an amazing mom someday soon -- she is so cute with Maggie! So Bri -- thanks for all the talks and your friendship, hope your birthday is FANTASTIC!!! Hope Rusty gets you&lt;em&gt; almost &lt;/em&gt;all the flowers that you want &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(but not all so that we can go shopping for some more!!!)&lt;/span&gt; Love ya!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338878981041763314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SheCJYvLM_I/AAAAAAAAAnw/TGM8EUoPK_k/s400/maggie+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Our last road-trip to Twin Falls)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338882488646693106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SheFVjlW8PI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Dmwt5p5u6-s/s400/rusty+and+bri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One of our 4-wheeler trips ... those were the days :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6370262938255492533-778025400969158371?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/778025400969158371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=778025400969158371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/778025400969158371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/778025400969158371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/briannas-turn.html' title='Brianna&apos;s Turn...'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SheFV4e7eJI/AAAAAAAAAoY/YUCsCUJlng4/s72-c/bri+and+pickup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-373177659593022911</id><published>2009-05-20T13:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:33:33.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gittin' Jiggy Wit It</title><content type='html'>Ever notice how so many song titles would make excellent blog titles. Well they would, so my posts for the rest of the month will all be song titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been busy people here at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tuckett&lt;/span&gt; Spread.We've been working like crazy on the house now that it's FINALLY spring :) We planted the garden. (Purple and red potatoes, peas, carrots, corn, sunflowers, and pumpkins) Adopted 2 more kitties -- (piglet &amp;amp; ruby, they are darling!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338013047531415138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/ShRulbCCpmI/AAAAAAAAAmA/eXsYlbRKH_Y/s400/DSCF4497.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I painted the front door red &amp;amp; then put chocolate brown vinyl letters on that say welcome. (Am I as cool as you yet Emily? ok, I know I'm not even close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338017788833592194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/ShRy5Zwkc4I/AAAAAAAAAnI/sUVPsZKgIaQ/s400/DSCF4536.jpg+edited" border="0" /&gt;Then Quin replaced the trim on the house that blew off in the breezes that we've had lately. Then he painted it white (I love having him home for a few hours, he's so handy!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338013060012909122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/ShRumJh3IkI/AAAAAAAAAmY/i4XjbAe7khQ/s400/DSCF4495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The pink primer made me a wee bit nervous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Planted some flowers and had Quin build a stand on one of my old doors and then I hung flower baskets on it and planted those. I LOVE LOVE LOVE it!! I love flowers!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338018806767271922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/ShRz0p23v_I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/N8DItpKMzus/s400/DSCF4538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338018812432945922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/ShRz0-9rEwI/AAAAAAAAAnY/YtoxbN357es/s400/DSCF4540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We've been enjoying the weather and all that brings -- tulips, friends, sunshine, brotherly love, and cousinly love :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338011644995627362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/ShRtTyLc6WI/AAAAAAAAAlY/9clbdGiEpsA/s400/DSCF4375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338019770831838610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/ShR0sxRxnZI/AAAAAAAAAno/uUIpHFMVgMI/s400/DSCF4522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338011660925498610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/ShRtUthbdPI/AAAAAAAAAlw/AY6b6Vl2g10/s400/DSCF4442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Maggie's first little piggy! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Paiz&lt;/span&gt; and Maggie have matching bracelets (thanks aunt em). They are the cutest little cousins!! Paisley is calling Maggie "Sis or Sissy".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wyatt had track &amp;amp; field day, this is him and his buddy from school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338017772362509954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/ShRy4cZjroI/AAAAAAAAAmo/DvhRlpOyh2M/s400/DSCF4467.JPG" border="0" /&gt; On the way to school that morning Coop was singing a song out loud and Wyatt said "Coop BE QUIET! I have to concentrate, we are having a really big tug of war and I've got to be tough". Pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338017781108100930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/ShRy48-qz0I/AAAAAAAAAm4/qVhybboaJWY/s400/DSCF4472.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Maggie Marie turned 5 MONTHS OLD!!! HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE!! She is growing more everyday and is so much fun ~ what a happy, smiley baby!! She loves her daddy and her brothers and wants to roll over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; bad :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338011648919130866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/ShRtUAy40vI/AAAAAAAAAlg/j04Nrfoq5lQ/s400/DSCF4389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338018814393398098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/ShRz1GRFM1I/AAAAAAAAAng/3m2W4hS0BRc/s400/DSCF4529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your Weekend is as FABULOUS as ours is going to be ... tell you about it next week! Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-373177659593022911?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/373177659593022911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=373177659593022911&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/373177659593022911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/373177659593022911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/gittin-jiggy-wit-it.html' title='Gittin&apos; Jiggy Wit It'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/ShRulbCCpmI/AAAAAAAAAmA/eXsYlbRKH_Y/s72-c/DSCF4497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-6714462760010197593</id><published>2009-05-20T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:57:37.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steven A. had a birthday!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my padre's birthday. The older I get the more I love and appreciate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337998559468228754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/ShRhaGymkJI/AAAAAAAAAlA/njZz0M19EcA/s400/DSCF1351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love him not only for his cool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cheesehead&lt;/span&gt; hat from Wisconsin :0) I love him for a lot of other little reasons. Here are the top ten reasons why I love my dad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. He adores my kids and they LOVE him!! Pa Steve rocks! I've always known that my dad was a baby man (meaning he loves little babies) but it's been so awesome to see him with his own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt;. My kids all think he's fantastic!! They love when he comes over and they love to go see him at his "sugar house".&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337998564286568466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/ShRhaYvYmBI/AAAAAAAAAlI/wz7G1QdsDhc/s400/DSCF1711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. He's one of the hardest workers I know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. He would do anything I asked him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Whenever he comes over he looks around and finds something that needs to be fixed and then does it for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. He makes up and sings the funniest songs. I remember him doing that even when I was little.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. I never hear him talk bad about people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. He is the best bargain shopper around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. He always made sure that we had everything that we needed growing up, even if he did without and had to work 3 jobs to do it. The amazing thing is that I never heard him complain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. He loves my mom -- he never let us backtalk her. We always had to show her respect, no question asked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. and the top reason that I love my dad, is that he would give any of us kids anything that he has. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May dad has had to fight his own personal battles, really who hasn't. He hasn't given up and has taught me that I should keep trying. When I was really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;struggling&lt;/span&gt; a few years ago dad told me to listen to the words of Rascal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Flatts&lt;/span&gt; song "Stand" If you haven't heard it go and listen right now &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-N0yB24M7VM"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. These are the words to the chorus... "Cause when push comes to shove, You taste what you're made of, You might bend, till you break, Cause its all you can take, On your knees you look up, Decide you've had enough, You get mad you get strong, Wipe your hands shake it off Then you Stand."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This song still reminds me of my dad. What a tough guy with a big heart. I am so proud to be his daughter and so happy that my kids have him as a grandpa!! Someday I'll have to tell him that he's my hero.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-6714462760010197593?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6714462760010197593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=6714462760010197593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/6714462760010197593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/6714462760010197593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/steven-had-birthday.html' title='Steven A. had a birthday!!'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/ShRhaGymkJI/AAAAAAAAAlA/njZz0M19EcA/s72-c/DSCF1351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-3239894539294758008</id><published>2009-05-14T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:28:36.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Rachy-Poo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SgyJGJZb1SI/AAAAAAAAAk4/gIQIZ00P8eM/s1600-h/rach+wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335790397222016290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SgyJGJZb1SI/AAAAAAAAAk4/gIQIZ00P8eM/s400/rach+wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my sis-in-law's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brithday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rach&lt;/span&gt;!  We are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; lucky to have you in our family!  I never imagined that I could love Ben's wife as much as I do.  I love that you are so different from us .... in a good way, in fact you are cooler than us, well me anyway :) --- you make me laugh and I love to try to trick you.  I ADORE you for loving my brother.  He is one of the greatest (though maybe orneriest) guys that I know.  Whoever he married was going to have to be fantastic ... you are more than I expected.  You are patient and kind and funny and cute as heck and smart and creatively talented.  My boys (especially Hyrum) adore you and they always want to go see you.  Thanks for being so good and patient with them!  (As I'm typing this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rach&lt;/span&gt; called me, how random is that).  I can't wait to meet that little miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hobbz&lt;/span&gt; in a few months, you'll be a fun mama, I hope she has your spunk and personality (and pray she doesn't have Ben's temper ... kidding, kidding).  Keep it real my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-3239894539294758008?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3239894539294758008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=3239894539294758008&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/3239894539294758008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/3239894539294758008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-rachy-poo.html' title='Happy Birthday Rachy-Poo!!'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SgyJGJZb1SI/AAAAAAAAAk4/gIQIZ00P8eM/s72-c/rach+wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-148477658550995993</id><published>2009-05-12T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T17:36:59.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my very own wizard of oz moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SgoUzScbrsI/AAAAAAAAAkg/9xJq7vZ7eD0/s1600-h/tornado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335099579930750658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SgoUzScbrsI/AAAAAAAAAkg/9xJq7vZ7eD0/s400/tornado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SgoUqO8eXvI/AAAAAAAAAkY/9P9bMPaawRM/s1600-h/oz.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I TOTALLY just had a wizard of oz moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Fat Dirty (one of the boys cats) just had baby kitties in my backyard by the porch -- not the brightest, but more on them later. So being the mother that I am I went into my frontyard to find something big enough to block some wind for them. I see one of my old doors leaning up against the front of the house. I think "that will work" so I pick it up (old, solid wood door by the way) and then I start walking around the side of the house towards the back. As soon as I got around the corner that dang "Idaho Wind" pushed me over and I landed on my back with the door on top of me. Hyrum is screaming and I'm thinking that I must look like the wicked witch of the west with my feet sticking out. Let me tell you, it was something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the last time I'll do a good deed for some stupid cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SgoUEpooLzI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/oWBkpYpfjtI/s1600-h/tornado.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335100871170553890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SgoV-cr_eCI/AAAAAAAAAko/8IPQLvSRwRU/s400/wicked+witch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Enjoy the weather my pretty!!!  (insert evil cackle here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SgoTtwTgfKI/AAAAAAAAAkI/wBnHj7Rs8G8/s1600-h/wicked+witch.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-148477658550995993?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/148477658550995993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=148477658550995993&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/148477658550995993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/148477658550995993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-very-own-wizard-of-oz-moment.html' title='my very own wizard of oz moment'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SgoUzScbrsI/AAAAAAAAAkg/9xJq7vZ7eD0/s72-c/tornado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-1445150305903935660</id><published>2009-05-08T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T07:34:41.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look mom, another post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yes, yes, I am the queen of cool. I'm writing another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Blogging again today doesn't make me cool. Geez, I thought it did. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I'm just awake -- Wyatt's at school and the other 3 are still sleeping. I've been feeling pretty cruddy the last few days. Just your run of the mill I can't breathe or lay down because snot runs down my throat and then I gag on it kind of stuff. So instead of sleeping like I want to be, I'm sitting upright in the office blog surfing aka blurfing :) now that's a fun word. Come on Rach, you are slacking in the blog department -- it's not like you're pregnant and working. Oh wait, yes you are :) I miss your stories though! I'm tired of this runny nose and stuffed up head crud. If I wasn't cheif baby feeder maybe I could take something more potent than a tylenol. What I wouldn't give to have the children all gone and be able to take 2 TBSP on Nyquil and just SLEEP for 12 straight hours. Ahhhh, bliss. But alas, I took tylenol an hour ago and I still feel yucky. What? Tylenol won't actually make my sinuses quit draining. Blast! I guess I'll go drink so more water and hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333461383979324610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SgRC3u9Z1MI/AAAAAAAAAkA/EUV1hC0pkyA/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quin left last Sun. but never fear he is coming home LATE tonight --- we have to pick him up at the airport at 11:30 pm. Oh happy day! Not that I'll get to sleep anymore but there will be an actual adult that I can complain to living here in the house :) (I'm really only kinda kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the princess has awakened and seems to want me. I am such a hot commodity around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-1445150305903935660?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1445150305903935660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=1445150305903935660&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/1445150305903935660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/1445150305903935660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/look-mom-another-post.html' title='Look mom, another post'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SgRC3u9Z1MI/AAAAAAAAAkA/EUV1hC0pkyA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-2557088723526576490</id><published>2009-05-07T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:57:04.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out Sam the Man</title><content type='html'>okay so you need to go check out the blog I started for Samuel A. Hobley -- professional horse trainer extraordinare :)  &lt;a href="http://shperformancehorses.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is where you can find him.  he's accepting clients from everywhere, he'll just train the horses at his arena in Deer Lodge until we can get him moved down here closer.  anyone know someone looking to buy a cute house in Montana?  have I got a deal for you :) I am so proud of Sam and so impressed by his ever-amazing wife, Autumn, she is really the brains behind the man.  Behind every good cowboy is a better wife!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-2557088723526576490?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/2557088723526576490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=2557088723526576490&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/2557088723526576490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/2557088723526576490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/check-out-sam-man.html' title='Check out Sam the Man'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-3187467242640284525</id><published>2009-05-06T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:05:33.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Poor crippled calf" and other stories from the Tuckett Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Hey all!! Quin has been gone this whole week to schooling in Reno -- so I have plenty of time tonight to finally do a rocking post! Be prepared for stellar pictures, moving stories, and laughter. Tonight Miss Maggie got her first trial run with cereal. She LOVED it!! I'm not sure if I'm ready for her to be old enough to eat cereal and roll over (which she almost is) but time keeps on a-marching whether I want it to or not!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332923024584891730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SgJZPF7iXVI/AAAAAAAAAiw/HQCcV8UjusQ/s400/DSCF4362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mmmmm -- good stuff!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332923030411894658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SgJZPbozX4I/AAAAAAAAAi4/a5yhlcFiZ_w/s400/DSCF4351.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Look at those eyes ~ she was SOOO excited for the cereal -- it cracked me up, I think she ate even better than any of the boys did at first ~ she is so sweet and mellow that when she gets anxious it is so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While it was warm for a few days a couple of weeks ago --- you know that short time when the wind didn't blow and there was no rain ... Paisley came and played and we had so much fun! Please don't ever tell Coop &amp;amp; Hyrum that dandelions aren't really flowers, they pick them for me and all the girls around all the time. When Paiz came they picked them for her and then I braided it into a crown ~ Hyrum said she looked like a queen. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332916768041105154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SgJTi6fQdwI/AAAAAAAAAiA/mRdU2h2sAzQ/s400/DSCF4251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this one of her ... and the next one is too sweet -- she gets so excited to come over, the boys adore her and she worships them!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332924694703938274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SgJawTm8muI/AAAAAAAAAjY/c2jbpDHDabE/s400/DSCF4255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Later that day we went to Grammy Monica's house and the boys played with Paisley --- she kept on jumping in the little car, she thought she should be driving, it cracked them up!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332923682303661570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SgJZ1YH6VgI/AAAAAAAAAjI/ZLyrqS7sZ6g/s400/DSCF4266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maggie had enough sun that day --- I pulled weeds, planted shrubs, and worked on my flower beds ~ I'll take a picture and show you my new love tomorrow.  Here's Miss Maggie pooped after a day gardening with Mama.  Poor girl, looks like I overworked her ;)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332923679847998370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SgJZ1O-b46I/AAAAAAAAAjA/CDY-sntUSSY/s400/DSCF4258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now I have to add this one of Cooper from a week and a half ago -- we woke up to go to church on Sunday and we were greeted by SNOW!! It snowed all morning and didn't let up when we got ready to go so he figured that he better wear his hat ~ I love that he has a tan little face with his winter hat on!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332923018312980370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SgJZOukMl5I/AAAAAAAAAio/3eJj1qOIxb8/s400/DSCF4272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Em cut and colored my hair for summer --- I love it!! It's pretty blonde ~ but they do have more fun you know!!  Here's a pic of me and my man Hyrum at Grammy's school waiting for her class play to start. (I better put some pics of Wyatt in my next post -- he's my main helper while his dad is away!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332923686074463202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SgJZ1mK8M-I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Cugym6qlhic/s400/DSCF4311_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Things are moving along even with Quin gone so much --- I haven't bought a pygmy goat yet, but I haven't ruled it out yet either.  So here is my crippled calf story.  I was driving from Rigby to Rexburg and I passed fields of baby calves out running and jumping and playing.  The only thing I love more than a baby pygmy goat (and baby lambs) are baby calves enjoying the sunshine.  Out in the middle of the field I see a tiny little calf--it has the LITTLEST little legs ever, like it must've been part midget or something.  I felt awful, it couldn't run and play -- it was just standing there.  (sniff*sniff)  Just when my heart was breaking and I was worried about how well he would survive (the thought crossed my mind I should figure out who's it was and take it home and bottle feed him and take care of him) anyway.... I was so worried and then he climbed out of the ditch he was standing in.  That is when I realized I may be a wee bit sleep deprived.  Maybe I'll get a nap when Quin gets home!  Love you all!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-3187467242640284525?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3187467242640284525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=3187467242640284525&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/3187467242640284525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/3187467242640284525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/poor-crippled-calf-and-other-stories.html' title='&quot;Poor crippled calf&quot; and other stories from the Tuckett Home'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SgJZPF7iXVI/AAAAAAAAAiw/HQCcV8UjusQ/s72-c/DSCF4362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-5098013980806466167</id><published>2009-04-30T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T13:42:38.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>**SWINE FLU**</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SfoM3y4GLmI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iWBSoZ3RZVU/s1600-h/swine+flu.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330587261635800674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SfoM3y4GLmI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iWBSoZ3RZVU/s400/swine+flu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; How you catch swine flu .... lol&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wyatt wants to know if I could find a picture of a kid kissing a moose.  Cooper said "I'll kiss one, mama go get your camera".&lt;/span&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/6370262938255492533-5098013980806466167?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5098013980806466167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=5098013980806466167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/5098013980806466167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/5098013980806466167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/04/swine-flu.html' title='**SWINE FLU**'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SfoM3y4GLmI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iWBSoZ3RZVU/s72-c/swine+flu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-1201435364884079178</id><published>2009-04-29T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T15:33:40.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I lied</title><content type='html'>I promised you pictures on this post, but the camera is in the car --- so since I'm to lazy to go get it you don't get any cool pictures ~ but lucky you, you get  ........ dun, duh, duh, dum (could you hear that in your heard -- it was like a little drumroll thingee) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5 little known facts about me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love being outside more than I like being inside.  Ok so that's not really unknown --- but how about I think my yard would be about complete if I had a few chickens and a pygmy goat in it.  I've been searching craigslist religiously looking for baby pygmy goats at a good deal ~ I'd give anything to have one, or anything up to $50 :)  I think that are so sweet and I love that they are handy little weedeaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love the smell of grease and dirt.  Good thing I married a dirty mechanic then :)  I love it when Quin comes home and is dirty and smells like the shop ~ I think that there is something very attractive about manual labor --- very cavewoman of me, but I like thinking that "by the sweat of his brow" we are eating our food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I spent my 18th birthday in Boston without any family.  Fun stuff --- I talked to Quin on the phone for about an hour from my hotel room (can that really be almost 10 years ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I want to own a pair of fabulous rain boots almost as much as I want to own a pygmy goat.  Some rocking polka dot ones, some striped ones, animal print, I'm not that picky as long as they fit :) size 10 or 11 will do thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have OCD about A LOT of things  --- my christmas lights all have to point the right way, my sheets have to be pulled tight before I go to bed, my towels HAVE to be folded a certain way, and the pattern on my bed (stars) has to be pointed the right way.  I also am weird about loading the dishwasher and even numbers.  I am a true weirdo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-1201435364884079178?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1201435364884079178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=1201435364884079178&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/1201435364884079178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/1201435364884079178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-lied.html' title='I lied'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-4414709251793444721</id><published>2009-04-25T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T08:45:41.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>I don't post as often as I'd like to.&lt;br /&gt;Really I wake up during the night thinking of things I need to share.  Those funny tidbits, riveting details, your basic exciting things from our life.  But then when in the heck am I supposed to do it?  I have a few crazies living here --- and everytime that I get on the computer Coop asks me if I'm going to watch tractorpulls on youtube.  "No Coop"  -- "Are you going to look at Volvo stuff mama" --- "No Coop, I'm going to write a blog" --- "Mama, do you have any cool pictures of me?" --- "I'll look and see Coop" --- "If you don't have any cool ones of me can we get a cool one of Taylor Swift?"       Yes, we may have a small branch of the Taylor Swift club at our house.  Wyatt started it all by wanting to name Maggie  Taylor before she was born --- but Taylor Tuckett wasn't quite right.  Now Cooper thinks she has pretty hair.  Is it normal for 5 and 6 year olds to have crushes already?  Wyatt says that he really crushed her.  Funny boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quin has been gone a ton lately --- and I mean a ton, almost every other night and sometimes more he has been at the mine in Wyoming.  In fact I think I actually sleep better when he is gone now.  I miss him and am tired of trying to do everything!!  (Waa, waa, waa)  I'm such a baby -- I know that it's great to have a job, I really am thankful for that, but I miss him and I miss his help once in a while.  I decided I need a hobby to do while he's gone so much ... the summer is looking as fantastic as this spring has.  I really want to learn how to make bows.  I never thought that day would come.  But I do ... maybe I can find someone to show me how. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough fun stuff for today --- promise the next post will be more entertaing and have some "cool" pictures :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-4414709251793444721?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4414709251793444721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=4414709251793444721&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4414709251793444721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4414709251793444721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/04/blah-blah-blah.html' title='blah blah blah'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-2145614828302001116</id><published>2009-04-19T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:31:47.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so much fun in so short a time ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last ten days have been full of fun and excitement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326465519266107634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SetoK0A5EPI/AAAAAAAAAg4/RGGRNpLastM/s400/maggie+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Quin &amp;amp; I went with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bri&lt;/span&gt;, Rusty, &amp;amp; Shawna to see Quin's little sister Whitney @ State &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FFA&lt;/span&gt; in Twin Falls. It was so fun to leave the boys with Grammy Monica and get to just play around for a couple of days. Whitney is one of the most incredible girls that I know. She is going to school in Moscow and was a state &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FFA&lt;/span&gt; officer for the last year. It was so fun to see her as a Whitney &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tuckett&lt;/span&gt; and not just as Buzz the little sister. She is powerful, and funny, and so talented. I can't wait to see what she becomes!! Great job &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Buzzy&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326529800072605378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SeuiocrcLsI/AAAAAAAAAhY/KpUMS5u_4nM/s400/maggie+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt; It was so fun to drive down with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bri&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Rusty ~ I love it when Quin gets to be with his little brother for extended periods of time. When they use to farm and truck together they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;inseperable&lt;/span&gt;. They can honestly talk for 48 hours straight and still not run out of things to say (right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bri&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Shawna). They are the best of friends and they really crack me up!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326465511803540642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SetoKYNrVKI/AAAAAAAAAgw/h8fAqq5-Aa8/s400/maggie+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to take Whitney around for a little while in between breaks and we went and saw Shoshone Falls (AWESOME this last weekend, tons of water) it was gorgeous! It was so fun just to hang out and relax...it's been to long! This last week Maggie turned 4 months!!! WHAT! When did that happen? She is such a happy smiley baby! What an angel ~ she is so special! The boys dote on her and Quin is so cute with her, she really lights up when he's around. And it's been awesome to finally have some warmer weather for longer than a day :) Were into day 3 and still going strong! Here are some pictures of Miss Maggie at 4 months and the boys and her outside just enjoying life. Here is also a darling one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hyrum&lt;/span&gt; helping gather eggs with Paisley, I guess we've also had Easter sometime in the last little bit, I told you so much fun so little time, I can't even keep it straight! :)  Also Ben &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Rach&lt;/span&gt; are having a girl and I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; excited. Ben is one of the best guys with babies that I know, I'm so happy for them both, they are so cool :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326465527158264354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SetoLRah0iI/AAAAAAAAAhI/F5uwPRz9bes/s400/maggie+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326465533181301570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SetoLn2iE0I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/5egKNHa0Rrs/s400/maggie+185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326532458591100754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SeulDMbpH1I/AAAAAAAAAho/EZC7abYRFGQ/s400/maggie+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326532453866851730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SeulC61SzZI/AAAAAAAAAhg/URTZySYp4lU/s400/maggie+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326532460178012402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SeulDSV_ePI/AAAAAAAAAhw/H9BE6k1-x38/s400/maggie+164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-2145614828302001116?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/2145614828302001116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=2145614828302001116&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/2145614828302001116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/2145614828302001116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-much-fun-in-so-short-time.html' title='so much fun in so short a time ...'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SetoK0A5EPI/AAAAAAAAAg4/RGGRNpLastM/s72-c/maggie+087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-4715400943601879559</id><published>2009-04-09T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:29:41.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little something, something...</title><content type='html'>I saw this survey floating around blogland and thought that I had to try it out.  Pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;They are pretty entertaining ... it made their whole day for me to sit them all down and ask them questions by themselves.  Hy couldn't quit laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something your mom always says to you?&lt;br /&gt;W-please&lt;br /&gt;C-go get changed out of your pajamas&lt;br /&gt;H-clean up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes mom happy?&lt;br /&gt;W-cleaning&lt;br /&gt;C-when i do something nice&lt;br /&gt;H-when we do jobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes mom sad?&lt;br /&gt;W-when cooper isn't very nice&lt;br /&gt;C-not doing things&lt;br /&gt;H-not picking up toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does mom make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;W-do jokes and dances&lt;br /&gt;C-tickles me&lt;br /&gt;H-going to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is your mom?&lt;br /&gt;W-28&lt;br /&gt;C-28&lt;br /&gt;H-100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tall is your mom?&lt;br /&gt;W-super duper tall&lt;br /&gt;C-really tall&lt;br /&gt;H-big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your mom's favorite thing to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;W-i don't know&lt;br /&gt;C-girl shows&lt;br /&gt;H-girl stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your mom do when you're not around?&lt;br /&gt;W-you clean with the little boys&lt;br /&gt;C-call me&lt;br /&gt;H-make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?&lt;br /&gt;W-riding horses&lt;br /&gt;C-for doing something&lt;br /&gt;H-a cartoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your mom really good at?&lt;br /&gt;W-let me think, cleaning&lt;br /&gt;C-piano lessons&lt;br /&gt;H-flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your mom do for her job?&lt;br /&gt;W-cleans the kitchen and feeds Maggie&lt;br /&gt;C-make money&lt;br /&gt;H-go get groceries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your moms favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;W-ravioli&lt;br /&gt;C-enchiladas&lt;br /&gt;H-cereal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you proud of your mom?&lt;br /&gt;W-cleaning up my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;C-doing somthing&lt;br /&gt;H-clean up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your mom was a cartoon character, who would she be?&lt;br /&gt;W-spongebob&lt;br /&gt;C-a bear&lt;br /&gt;H-a princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you and your mom do together?&lt;br /&gt;W-play outside&lt;br /&gt;C-we go on dates&lt;br /&gt;H-go on walks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you and your mom the same? &lt;br /&gt;W-blue eyes and we are smart&lt;br /&gt;C-us have the same hair&lt;br /&gt;H-good smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know your mom loves you?&lt;br /&gt;W-because of hugs&lt;br /&gt;C-you kiss me and hug me&lt;br /&gt;H-you smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your mom like most about your dad?&lt;br /&gt;W-he's smart&lt;br /&gt;C-you kiss him&lt;br /&gt;H-daddy laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your moms favorite place to go?&lt;br /&gt;W-Hawaii  (I wish)&lt;br /&gt;C-grocery shopping&lt;br /&gt;H-grammy's (us can go there too!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-4715400943601879559?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4715400943601879559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=4715400943601879559&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4715400943601879559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4715400943601879559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-little-something-something.html' title='Just a little something, something...'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-4770028661890685287</id><published>2009-04-03T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:52:16.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Moving!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, not really, but knowing our history that could be possible.  I want to move.  Somewhere warm.  Somewhere dry.  Somewhere tropical.  But just until it finally turns into spring around here.   Is it really April 3rd?  I took this picture this morning.  The boys think that INCHES of April snow is fantastic.  I hate it.  I want to be outside in the sun ~ working on my yard, and my flowerbeds.  Not trudging through SNOW!!!  Yuck!  Maybe if it warmed up Maggie wouldn't have a cold anymore and she'd sleep more than an hour at a time.  Maybe, it's a dream anyhow.  At least the boys are loving life :)  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SdYv6mmA3vI/AAAAAAAAAgI/K038S0gveV0/s1600-h/DSCF4054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320492693623725810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SdYv6mmA3vI/AAAAAAAAAgI/K038S0gveV0/s400/DSCF4054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-4770028661890685287?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4770028661890685287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=4770028661890685287&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4770028661890685287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4770028661890685287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/04/were-moving.html' title='We&apos;re Moving!!'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SdYv6mmA3vI/AAAAAAAAAgI/K038S0gveV0/s72-c/DSCF4054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-3711665949926095401</id><published>2009-04-01T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:18:27.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrapalicious Challenge</title><content type='html'>So I have an amazing friend named Alicia, who has the cute scrapbook store in Rigby (it has the cutest curtains in the world) ... she is starting something fabulously fun for the month of April ... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319831361707301586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SdPWcBOL2tI/AAAAAAAAAf4/bxRF6tiscEs/s400/blog+challenge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The challenge is to do 1 layout everyday for the month of April ~ I've been a scrapbook slacker the last mmmmm, almost a YEAR. So here is some much needed motivation for self. Care to join us? Check out her blog &lt;a href="http://www.aliciaking.typepad.com/scrapalicious/"&gt;http://www.aliciaking.typepad.com/scrapalicious/&lt;/a&gt; :). Watch for some fun layouts in the next month of blogs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just because she's darling, here's Maggie sleeping this afternoon in her swing ~ what a dolly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319833870056987986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SdPYuBjWnVI/AAAAAAAAAgA/yWve9jHXj3A/s400/maggie+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-3711665949926095401?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3711665949926095401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=3711665949926095401&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/3711665949926095401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/3711665949926095401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/04/scrapalicious-challenge.html' title='Scrapalicious Challenge'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SdPWcBOL2tI/AAAAAAAAAf4/bxRF6tiscEs/s72-c/blog+challenge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-3633668024814854649</id><published>2009-03-31T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:07:47.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggie, Paisley, &amp; a little Quin.</title><content type='html'>Really, has it been a week since I last wrote? Mmmmm, I'm slacking. Maggie's been super sick -- pnemonia, rsv crap. Pretty scary, the breathing thing always is the thing that scares me the most (could be that Hyrum tried to die on us so many times when he was a little guy). She's doing a little better, even slept 4 hours straight on Sun. night (oh happy day!!!!). This picture of her cracks me up because she is ALWAYS smiling, but I put her in the little bumbo seat by herself and she looked slightly offended :) She is so much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SdKDe73SHYI/AAAAAAAAAfI/QStRL7VeqiY/s1600-h/moody+maggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319458677366857090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SdKDe73SHYI/AAAAAAAAAfI/QStRL7VeqiY/s400/moody+maggie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got to spend a bunch of time with Miss Paisley Rae Summers the last few weeks -- the boys adore her and its fun to see how much she loves them! She is smitten with Maggie, she wants to be right by her, it's so fun to have cousins finally!! Ben &amp;amp; Rach find out what color they're having next week and I'm so excited for a new little one again ~ Here's Paiz in a hat that we found her last weekend when Em, Sara, &amp;amp; I went shopping. She's is such a little diva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319458680594041842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SdKDfH4tC_I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/dLRjy6MbfwA/s400/paisley+hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have to give a shoutout to my ever impressive hubby. Quin is SOOOO busy at work the last little while (79 hours last week alone). He leaves early and gets home late, but it's so great to have a job right now that I can't complain. He is always willing to work and work, he really loves it.  He'd rather be farming and working cows (we all would -- we've missed calving this year AWFUL) but he gives 110% where ever he's at -- what a great guy!  Can't wait to see him next Sunday :)  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319461125033087458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SdKFtaIY0eI/AAAAAAAAAfw/00cXkhSohS0/s400/DSCF3299_299_071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-3633668024814854649?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3633668024814854649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=3633668024814854649&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/3633668024814854649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/3633668024814854649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/maggie-paisley-little-quin.html' title='Maggie, Paisley, &amp; a little Quin.'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SdKDe73SHYI/AAAAAAAAAfI/QStRL7VeqiY/s72-c/moody+maggie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-5500057794243920851</id><published>2009-03-24T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:00:30.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just sharin' the love ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SckezGEap9I/AAAAAAAAAew/2VIaPQ6MjLQ/s1600-h/PayItForward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316814698238879698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SckezGEap9I/AAAAAAAAAew/2VIaPQ6MjLQ/s400/PayItForward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've wanted to do this... seen it around...haven't taken the time...doing it NOW!!!  My sis-in-law Brianna had this on her cute blog &lt;a href="http://briannatuckett.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Be one of the first three bloggers to leave a comment on this post, which entitles you to a handmade gift! (Make sure I have access to your blog)&lt;br /&gt;YeAh!Winners: You must post this challenge on your blog, meaning that you will Pay It Forward, creating a handmade gift for the first three bloggers who leave a comment on YOUR post about this giveaway!&lt;br /&gt;The Gift: The gift you send can be from any price range and you have 365 days to make/ship your item. This means you should be willing to maintain your blog at least until you receive your gift and have shipped your gifts. Remember: It’s the Spirit and the Thought That Count!When you receive your gift, feel free to blog about it, sharing appropriate Linky Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure yet what the gift will be, but knowing me you can be sure it will be fabulous!  Mom, you can't comment, you have your own party going on ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to my peeps!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-5500057794243920851?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5500057794243920851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=5500057794243920851&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/5500057794243920851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/5500057794243920851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-sharin-love.html' title='Just sharin&apos; the love ...'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SckezGEap9I/AAAAAAAAAew/2VIaPQ6MjLQ/s72-c/PayItForward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-4099247262894771277</id><published>2009-03-24T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:43:43.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The latest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last week rocked at our house. It was beautiful outside and we played with friends almost everyday! Then on Sat. Quin got home about noon and I had a good couple hours worth of manual labor that I got out of all my boys :) Then he had to play with them. They love playing with their daddy -- there is nothing sweeter than watching a dad play with his boys. Quin is also so in love with Maggie that it's almost ridiculous. She's been sick the last couple of weeks ... her cough just keeps getting worse and everyday he tells me that I need to take her back to the doctor, that they have to do something to fix her (that's the mechanic in him...just fix it). His "Maggie voice" cracks me up! Our Pretty Paisley girl turned 1 on Sunday -- how'd that happen so fast? I guess Miss Maggie is 3 months already ... fun stuff! After a GORGEOUS weekend we woke up yesterday morning to a white lawn ... Coop checks the tulips everyday to see how they are growing (we grow John Deere &amp;amp; Case ones you know) and his lawn was covered, he was out in his mud boots shoveling off the skiff with his snow shovel. He got done just about the time the rest started to melt off. Oh well, he had a good workout anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316810950843950546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SckbY9715dI/AAAAAAAAAeo/qYcK1FLwbcw/s400/red+smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Maggie Marie at 3 months ... she's sweet as can be even though she's sick.  Whenever I cover her little face with the facemask during her breathing treatments she just smiles and coos :)  We are so lucky to have her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-4099247262894771277?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4099247262894771277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=4099247262894771277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4099247262894771277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4099247262894771277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/latest.html' title='The latest'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SckbY9715dI/AAAAAAAAAeo/qYcK1FLwbcw/s72-c/red+smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-4656462036491978929</id><published>2009-03-18T17:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:39:22.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Random Cuteness</title><content type='html'>Welcome again to another installment of "As the World Turns with the Tuckett's".&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of Miss Maggie from last week ~ Wyatt put her cowboy hat on, we've had heck trying to keep it off of her head (poor lamb) I finally had to hide it from him. Here's hoping he doesn't see this picture and remember that I took it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314690346525762978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/ScGStjPdpaI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ORlP1I8njxs/s400/mag+with+hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This other picture is of some handy dandy aprons that I made (no pattern mind you) when Paisley come over last week -- no worries she got her own apron with a lovely floral motif. The boys were really impressed with the John Deere appliques, at least I thought they were until Wyatt asked me where his cowboy one was. D'oh, how'd I forget he's a cowboy not a farmer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314690351986821954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/ScGSt3ley0I/AAAAAAAAAdw/3OS3_zlg0OE/s400/aprons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story now (Just for Jason). Last week we were singing primary songs while I was playing the piano. We started to sing "We'll bring the world his truth" when Cooper said "I could really be in Helaman's Army. I already have all the camo." True that Bubba. Next time you see him wearing his camo -- ask him how Helaman's Army is doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-4656462036491978929?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4656462036491978929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=4656462036491978929&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4656462036491978929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4656462036491978929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-random-cuteness.html' title='Some Random Cuteness'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/ScGStjPdpaI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ORlP1I8njxs/s72-c/mag+with+hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-753036879597853101</id><published>2009-03-17T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:49:22.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And you thought you'd gotten rid of me!</title><content type='html'>Not so my friends, not so. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the Tuckett household officially has joined the ranks of those lucky enough to have the internet in their home. Oh happy day! There has been so many fun (and funny) things going on lately, I'm not even sure where to begin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Maggie turned 3 months old on Sun. HOW THE HECK DID THAT HAPPEN SO FAST? I was pregnant and sick for like 3 years with her and now she's shooting up like a weed. She's long and skinny with the prettiest hands. She is really the sweetest baby! She sleeps through everything her big brothers can dish out and always wakes up smiling when her daddy gets home. Talk about smitten, I keep on teasing Quin about his "Maggie voice", but it really is sweet. Wyatt is working hard in kindergarten, Cooper is getting ready to go to school next year, and Hyrum wants to play t-ball with the brothers this year. Poor guy, wants to be big already. We just signed up both of the bigger boys up for t-ball and soccer, I think I'm in for a long decade (or so) of team sports from now on. We better get Maggie a cute cheerleader outfit -- she's going to watching a lot of games in her life. The tulips and irises have started to break through the dirt and the snow is melting off my lawn (SLOWLY -- LOT OF MUD) I'm so excited to get outside and plant flowers and a garden! Quin's job is so great! He's doing so good at it, and he loves it (huge bonus!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for an entertaining tidbit from our own Cooper James. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend we were coming home from Mud Lake after visiting Quin's mom. When we were coming up out of the valley we hit a jack rabbit (huge surprise) The boys about gave Quin a standing ovation. Then a little bit later Coop starts crying. I was so suprised that he was so sensitive about it. This is the child that wants to raise a 4H pig like Wyatt so that he can butcher it and eat it (Wyatt wants to for the money). So the next morning when the dad was at work I asked Cooper why he cried (I thought, I finally have a sensitive son). He then proceeds to tell me that he cried because he was scared that the jack rabbits antlers where going to pop our tire on the way home. WHAT? "Why do you think that they have antlers" - "I saw a picture of them in the Indian store when I went with dad" - again WHAT? It took a little bit of talking until I realized he saw a picture of a jackalope at the Fort Hall Reservation truck stop with Quin when we were still hauling hay to Jerome (over a year ago). Little monkey remembered that, and is still convinced that jack rabbits all have antlers. What a nerd! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314199080275596466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Sb_T6F2I1LI/AAAAAAAAAc8/2JvPQntmi9Q/s400/jackalope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch out for those crazy roamin' jackalopes! :) love, Annie &amp;amp; the family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-753036879597853101?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/753036879597853101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=753036879597853101&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/753036879597853101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/753036879597853101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-you-thought-youd-gotten-rid-of-me.html' title='And you thought you&apos;d gotten rid of me!'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Sb_T6F2I1LI/AAAAAAAAAc8/2JvPQntmi9Q/s72-c/jackalope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-2452171339745656336</id><published>2009-01-27T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:59:24.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few pictures from the last couple of weeks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SX-3049ZTPI/AAAAAAAAAcU/P4VIAXZfZCE/s1600-h/family+2008+484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SX-3049ZTPI/AAAAAAAAAcU/P4VIAXZfZCE/s400/family+2008+484.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296153806081969394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys --- my 3 &amp;amp; Sam's Weston-Man.  When we went up to the cabin with the fam the weekend before Maggie was born.  Grammy got them all matching jammies ... Paisley &amp;amp; Maggie have darling pink ones. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SX-30yhoOxI/AAAAAAAAAcM/cSAavhmzrkc/s1600-h/family+2008+506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SX-30yhoOxI/AAAAAAAAAcM/cSAavhmzrkc/s400/family+2008+506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296153804354894610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paisley meeting her cousin Maggie at the hospital ... she was pretty impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SX-30atPklI/AAAAAAAAAcE/jHswLRmkE4c/s1600-h/family+2008+605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SX-30atPklI/AAAAAAAAAcE/jHswLRmkE4c/s400/family+2008+605.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296153797961159250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day @ Grammy's.  Paisley's not sure why her buddy Quin is still holding a little baby and not her.  Paisley just loves Maggie now ~ if she comes into the room she wants to be right by her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-2452171339745656336?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/2452171339745656336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=2452171339745656336&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/2452171339745656336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/2452171339745656336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/01/few-pictures-from-last-couple-of-weeks.html' title='A few pictures from the last couple of weeks...'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SX-3049ZTPI/AAAAAAAAAcU/P4VIAXZfZCE/s72-c/family+2008+484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-7632960799344444561</id><published>2009-01-23T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:46:21.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out Maggie's New pictures!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so you actually have to go to another website to see her pictures --- if I didn't have sick kids I would take the time to figure out how to do the link automatically ... alas, you have to go look for yourself. But I promise it's worth it!  A sister of a friend of mine and mom's took the pictures when she was 3 weeks old.  She was so good and they turned out perfect.  The first few are in her blessing dress.  Sometime soon I'll take the time to download some pics of her and the boys. They are so in love it is slightly ridiculous :)  Hy actually just came into mom's office and said "I wanna hold Maggie".  The kissing that goes on in our house is crazy (and not just Quin &amp;amp; mine;))  Anyway, go look and let me know how darling my sweet princess girl is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.blinkphoto.lifepics.com     the session code is tuckett (all lowercase)  then click on continue without signing in (after you admire Maggie's red toenails)  when the warning this pops up just continue.  ENJOY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that life with 4 little darlings is slightly more complicated (as is living with not much sleep) but oh so fabulous!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-7632960799344444561?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7632960799344444561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=7632960799344444561&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/7632960799344444561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/7632960799344444561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2009/01/check-out-maggies-new-pictures.html' title='Check out Maggie&apos;s New pictures!!!!'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-3038931648644252680</id><published>2008-12-17T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:07:48.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggie Marie Is Here!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SUlnc55J4RI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ZHxFRz9UMQY/s1600-h/DSCF3758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SUlnc55J4RI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ZHxFRz9UMQY/s400/DSCF3758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280865784343159058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SUlncr3w0UI/AAAAAAAAAbU/T82_H1mC79w/s1600-h/DSCF3756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SUlncr3w0UI/AAAAAAAAAbU/T82_H1mC79w/s400/DSCF3756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280865780579225922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SUlnb670fSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/E9n__gjYXCg/s1600-h/DSCF3753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SUlnb670fSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/E9n__gjYXCg/s400/DSCF3753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280865767442906402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SUlnbU3e0ZI/AAAAAAAAAbE/jWT76DX36EU/s1600-h/DSCF3736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SUlnbU3e0ZI/AAAAAAAAAbE/jWT76DX36EU/s400/DSCF3736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280865757224161682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SUlna2FiS0I/AAAAAAAAAa8/9qssH7eqBL0/s1600-h/DSCF3743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SUlna2FiS0I/AAAAAAAAAa8/9qssH7eqBL0/s400/DSCF3743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280865748961610562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, December 15th little Maggie Marie Tuckett joined the Tuckett crew at about 1:10pm.  She is absolutely perfect!!  She weighed 7 lbs 9 oz and was 20 1/2 inches long.  She has pretty dark hair and dark blue eyes.  She loves to be cuddled and daddy is her favorite so far :)  I think Quin is a little in love.  Everything went really great.  We were scheduled for a c-section at noon  and I was so nervous --- I think that having it planned was even harder than the emergency ones were.  But when we got in there things went so smoothly!!  Maggie is so beautiful!!  I feel so blessed to have a healthy happy baby ~ I can't wait to go home, tomorrow (Thurs) is the day.  I miss my boys, they love their sister. Enjoy the pics, I'll write more later!!  MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU &amp;amp; YOURS!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-3038931648644252680?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3038931648644252680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=3038931648644252680&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/3038931648644252680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/3038931648644252680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/12/maggie-marie-is-here.html' title='Maggie Marie Is Here!!!!!'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SUlnc55J4RI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ZHxFRz9UMQY/s72-c/DSCF3758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-390969263201223091</id><published>2008-12-08T19:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:28:51.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Christmas Present</title><content type='html'>So there is no new baby at the Tuckett house ... yet :)&lt;br /&gt;Give us a week.  Little baby girl will be joining the crew on Mon. December 15th, around 12:00 pm.  I actually get to schedule this c-section.  After 3 emergency ones it feels rather odd.  But it will be nice to have her here and get to be home in time for Christmas.  The boys are ecstatic!!!  I'll write details and share pictures next week when we get her here!!! Wish us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-390969263201223091?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/390969263201223091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=390969263201223091&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/390969263201223091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/390969263201223091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/12/early-christmas-present.html' title='Early Christmas Present'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-7367324059504402483</id><published>2008-11-03T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:32:18.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SQ9cE7lzyTI/AAAAAAAAAaI/tXTqEVbD1PE/s1600-h/bench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SQ9cE7lzyTI/AAAAAAAAAaI/tXTqEVbD1PE/s400/bench.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264527729204906290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my blogging buddies.  Really I've missed you all ~ it's been nice to have a bit of a hiatus, but the time has come to buckle down and update ya'll, mostly because this sweet baby may decide to come any time.  Knowing my history, sooner rather than later is probably what will happen.  She will for sure be here by Dec. 15th (via c-section), but I'm thinking Thanksgiving sounds like a good goal.  I've been down (contractions, diabetes, etc....)  and it looks like it around my house.  Quin's been super busy (Reno, Dillon, Wyoming) traveling and fixing really big equipment.  He's so smart and then he likes to share what he did and why.  I try to act really impressed, but mostly it goes over my head.  Aunt Rachael took some AWESOME pics of the boys a few weeks ago, have to share.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SQ9cEmbz03I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m3lgILLRYkE/s1600-h/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SQ9cEmbz03I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m3lgILLRYkE/s400/boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264527723525821298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SQ9cE24_j7I/AAAAAAAAAaA/7jTIv-W-pCw/s1600-h/leafcoll1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SQ9cE24_j7I/AAAAAAAAAaA/7jTIv-W-pCw/s400/leafcoll1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264527727943192498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt LOVES school, he can tell us what the speed limit is and makes sure that we are following it.  Annoying, but kinda funny.  He also likes to spell and sound out EVERY flipping sign that he sees.  He is too funny.  So the other day he tells me "Mom there are so many Rocco's around"  (FYI Hyrum's nickname is Rocco)  he says "there's Rocco Tuckett and Rocco Bama".  That cracked me up!!!  And my wild man Cooper had a cast on his arm for the last 6 weeks, we just got it off Halloween night.  It was green (John Deere). He tried to lean over the side of his top bunk and grab something on the floor.  Pretty bright that one.  A few weeks ago he decided to start jumping off his top bunk over the railing, across the room onto Wyatt's single bed (yes it is as dangerous as it sounds)  I was over laying on the couch having serious contractions when I heard an AWFUL thump.  Coop comes limping out and I asked him if he jumped off the bed again.  He said "What the heck mama, I think I bout broke my leg" .  When I lifted up his pant leg I saw that it was all scraped and bruised already.  He so lucked out on that one.  Our little Hyrum has gotten such an attitude the last little bit, you can't ever get him to quit talking.  He has an opinion about everything and even tries bossing around Wyatt.  Halloween was so fun, we went to see some family (ben and rach included) and Rach came through again with some sweet pics.  Wyatt was a vampire,  Cooper was a Tiger,  Hyrum was a  Lion, and Uncle Ben was just scary :)  The last picture is of  Darling Weston and his hot mama Autumn.  Sam is one lucky boy!! What I wouldn't have to get them to move closer.  Anyone know of any houses for sale around and include an indoor riding arena?  :)     I'm getting more excited everyday to meet this little baby!!!!!  Pray that everything goes well and hopefully we'll meet her soon!!  Love you all!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SQ9drXtusqI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DvR5Xil32uI/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SQ9drXtusqI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DvR5Xil32uI/s400/halloween.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264529489100976802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SQ9drtuf2nI/AAAAAAAAAag/65Yl3rIQPVs/s1600-h/hy-lion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SQ9drtuf2nI/AAAAAAAAAag/65Yl3rIQPVs/s400/hy-lion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264529495009778290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SQ9drE67sVI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/BVOUHHJBaHg/s1600-h/coop-tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SQ9drE67sVI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/BVOUHHJBaHg/s400/coop-tiger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264529484056080722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SQ9dri6i6cI/AAAAAAAAAao/soygxNqTQRA/s1600-h/wy-vampire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SQ9dri6i6cI/AAAAAAAAAao/soygxNqTQRA/s400/wy-vampire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264529492107520450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SQ9eantVTdI/AAAAAAAAAaw/FckH6wzYewk/s1600-h/weston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SQ9eantVTdI/AAAAAAAAAaw/FckH6wzYewk/s400/weston.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264530300848131538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-7367324059504402483?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7367324059504402483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=7367324059504402483&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/7367324059504402483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/7367324059504402483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time.'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SQ9cE7lzyTI/AAAAAAAAAaI/tXTqEVbD1PE/s72-c/bench.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-2252267966452784662</id><published>2008-09-12T11:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:44:08.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, no hear</title><content type='html'>So MUCH has been happening the last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt started kindergarten (he's in love).&lt;br /&gt;Hyrum turned 3.&lt;br /&gt;Cooper decided that he wants to be a sargent when he grows up (you know the kind that  sells fireworks????? that's what he told me anyway).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SMqz3AKxSII/AAAAAAAAASg/htlHPFtaTnk/s1600-h/DSC_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SMqz3AKxSII/AAAAAAAAASg/htlHPFtaTnk/s400/DSC_0074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245202473545713794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been busy playing with the fam and extended fam.  Quin LOVES his new job at Arnolds Machinery.  He's in a service truck and does awesome.  He was gone to a mine for about 3 days last week and then he's heading next week to a mine in Dillon.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SMqz2iM4_KI/AAAAAAAAASY/CdD2dLDa3ik/s1600-h/DSC_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SMqz2iM4_KI/AAAAAAAAASY/CdD2dLDa3ik/s400/DSC_0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245202465501543586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just share how much I love my family.  We went camping in Island Park over Labor Day and my brother Ben even cracks me up when he's grumpy.  What a sweet guy he is.  A few weekends ago he blessed Samuel &amp;amp; Autumn's Weston-Boy ... I was so very proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;Samuel is maybe the best daddy ever --- what I wouldn't give to have him live closer!!  I love chatting with him almost daily, what a stud!  I'm holding super cute Paisley as we speak ... don;t tell Em but she's chewing on my finger (I bet it tastes like peach anti-bacterial lotion-- yummy).  I love having a sister with a baby ... she is such a good mama!  Sara is 16 and I don't see her  near  enough, but she is hilarious!!!!  My parents 28th anniversary is today ... I can't believe all that they've been through ... they really are my heroes.  We had a little family photo shoot after Weston's blessing, here are a few pics from it ( really don't look 6 months pregnant, but I am, promise) .   I  will get the internet soon ... I am dying and my fan club is probably dwindling  :)  plus Sam complains when I don't write.  I figure out that this sweet girl that likes to kick my ribs all the time :)  could come in 2 months if she's follows her brothers lead and comes a little early ... I better get on the ball.  I'm getting really excited to meet her,  I bet she's entertaining !!  Love to my peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-2252267966452784662?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/2252267966452784662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=2252267966452784662&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/2252267966452784662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/2252267966452784662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-time-no-hear.html' title='Long time, no hear'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SMqz3AKxSII/AAAAAAAAASg/htlHPFtaTnk/s72-c/DSC_0074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-2909474935297805112</id><published>2008-08-08T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:37:51.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE HECK!!!!</title><content type='html'>No, no I have not died.  I've just moved, gotten a new nephew, found out what color baby I'm having, started insulin for diabetes, and had TONS of contractions.  Phew, I'm worn out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we moved back to our house in Rigby (fabulous by the way, I love it...I spent so much time on it, if I could get everything unpacked I'd be in heaven).  Weston Samuel was born on June 25th ... he's so perfect!!!  Darling, darling, darling.  More about my upcoming babe in a sec.  Here's a picture of my new favorite little man.  And his gorgeous cousin ... Paisley Rae!  (Can't get enough of that babe)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SJyfl6Ocj6I/AAAAAAAAASQ/S3x1aoOPwuc/s1600-h/paisley+rae+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SJyfl6Ocj6I/AAAAAAAAASQ/S3x1aoOPwuc/s400/paisley+rae+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232232340731498402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SJyflgfqD-I/AAAAAAAAASI/oNWWlXkuqH8/s1600-h/paisley+rae+274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SJyflgfqD-I/AAAAAAAAASI/oNWWlXkuqH8/s400/paisley+rae+274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232232333824364514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the internet yet, so I'll write more when I get the energy to go to mom's again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah ... had our ultrasound....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a girl. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be more excited when it sinks in a little more ... just a big change, I've gotten the boy thing all figured out ya know.  Should be exciting.  Wyatt is excited, he said "Yes!! Now I can rope her!".  Wish us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-2909474935297805112?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/2909474935297805112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=2909474935297805112&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/2909474935297805112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/2909474935297805112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-heck.html' title='WHAT THE HECK!!!!'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SJyfl6Ocj6I/AAAAAAAAASQ/S3x1aoOPwuc/s72-c/paisley+rae+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-4587004213792243361</id><published>2008-06-20T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:29.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SFwX-KV5sMI/AAAAAAAAASA/3GzTwvE_pO4/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214068825283735746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SFwX-KV5sMI/AAAAAAAAASA/3GzTwvE_pO4/s400/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Wyatt  Jay turned 6 this Tuesday -- I can't believe how quickly the time has gone!  Here's a picture of him with Quin &amp;amp; Me when he was 1.  He was such a sweet boy, he's always been such an entertainer!  Happy Birthday my Wyatt boy!!!&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/6370262938255492533-4587004213792243361?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4587004213792243361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=4587004213792243361&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4587004213792243361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4587004213792243361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/06/flashback-friday_20.html' title='Flashback Friday'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SFwX-KV5sMI/AAAAAAAAASA/3GzTwvE_pO4/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-5383616388381113508</id><published>2008-06-18T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:29.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Em &amp; Baby Paisley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My sweet sister Emily is the cutest mommy ever, Paisley looks just like her!!! I remember Em when she was a baby, I always thought that she was my baby. I loved her SOOOO much (of course I still do). It's fun to see her with a little twin that's 19 years younger :) Love my girls so much!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213448678949641362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SFnj85OF3JI/AAAAAAAAAR4/GN2G-aZ8zlw/s400/mama+em+and+pais.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-5383616388381113508?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5383616388381113508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=5383616388381113508&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/5383616388381113508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/5383616388381113508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/06/mama-em-baby-paisley.html' title='Mama Em &amp; Baby Paisley'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SFnj85OF3JI/AAAAAAAAAR4/GN2G-aZ8zlw/s72-c/mama+em+and+pais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-7861463300689183201</id><published>2008-06-12T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:31.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last little while in the Tuckett House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!! I found my little do-hicky that puts the pictures from my card to my camera. Hooray! So here are a few pics from the last little while. The DARLING photos I just had to share ;) We are hot and heavy with t-ball ... I'm the coach so things have been even more intense than usual. Pretty fun, but 22 4 &amp;amp;5 year olds can really drive you crazy! We have a game tonight so I'll just update quick. We have a new puppy from Uncle Sam named Jerry, and a new kitty named Missie. The boys also caught a frog outside and kept it alive for almost 3 weeks in a jar. Impressive I know!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211129588580612738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SFGmwEXf-oI/AAAAAAAAARY/KLP30MeVdXY/s400/DSCF3373_373_128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The boys and I went and took Quin lunch at the Hamer pivots while we were planting spuds, they loved it!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211129599697722770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SFGmwtyBnZI/AAAAAAAAARg/NXJkDLyPF58/s400/DSCF3470_470_200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We went on a memorial day picnic up to Salmon -- so green and gorgeous!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211129585238760178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SFGmv36vWvI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ugBOtMR7948/s400/DSCF3340_340_095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Helping bottle feed a new baby calf.  Wyatt thought we should check it every other minute!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211129620362169170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SFGmx6w0C1I/AAAAAAAAARw/OJiTJcG9heA/s400/DSCF3299_299_071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My man!!  He is so good with the cows and the equipment.  What a great guy!  I love watching him work! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-7861463300689183201?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7861463300689183201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=7861463300689183201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/7861463300689183201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/7861463300689183201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-little-while-in-tuckett-house.html' title='Last little while in the Tuckett House'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SFGmwEXf-oI/AAAAAAAAARY/KLP30MeVdXY/s72-c/DSCF3373_373_128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-4126723078038266287</id><published>2008-06-06T17:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:31.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SEnZIsNX3mI/AAAAAAAAARI/0VULtR5ukis/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208933187360120418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SEnZIsNX3mI/AAAAAAAAARI/0VULtR5ukis/s400/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me &amp;amp; My Brothers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my brothers.  There've been good times, there have been bad times.  But we've always been there for each other.  Sam is probably having a new baby on Monday and Ben is working on building a beautiful new house.  I'm so glad that I have brothers that look out for me -- they always make sure that I'm ok and that the boys are ok.  I love that Samuel calls me all the time, we talk more than my cell minutes allow :)  but we always have stuff to talk about.  He's followed his dream and is cowboying --- what a huge deal!  He has a sweet wife and about 25 dogs :)  he's so sweet to my boys, they love talking to him on the phone.  What I wouldn't give to have them live closer--Deer Lodge feels like forever away sometimes.  Benjamin is hilarious!!! He has grown up into the most awesome guy!  He found his "Paulynn" in Rachael.  She is so patient and good to him, even when he doesn't deserve it;)  He was ordained an elder a few weeks ago and I'm so so proud of him.  Anyway, I just love my brothers.  I hope that we are always as close as we are now.  Love you Benj &amp;amp; Sambo!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-4126723078038266287?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4126723078038266287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=4126723078038266287&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4126723078038266287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4126723078038266287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/06/flashback-friday.html' title='Flashback Friday ...'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SEnZIsNX3mI/AAAAAAAAARI/0VULtR5ukis/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-2181917535327735023</id><published>2008-05-30T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:31.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SEAnFyQG2OI/AAAAAAAAARA/7aWeaEZo1jA/s1600-h/DSC00633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206204149582452962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SEAnFyQG2OI/AAAAAAAAARA/7aWeaEZo1jA/s400/DSC00633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY!!!!! I found a happy picture to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on June 17th, my Wyatt boy is going to be turning 6. I can't believe that!!! I am so proud of him, his a worker like no other (except maybe his dad). He loves horses and has been wearing his spurs for almost 2 years straight :) He loves helping with his brothers and ADORES new babies! He is funny and wants thinks to be perfect all the time (kinda hard with 2 little brothers around, but he tries). He's an athlete and loves to run and play. Can't wait to watch him play t-ball again this year. This picture is from his 4th birthday party, we went camping in Kilgore and he was so happy!!! What a sweet boy!! Now if I could figure out what to get him for his birthday in a few weeks!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206204136697551058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SEAnFCQG2NI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/wKPq7iQ6tws/s400/DSC00656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-2181917535327735023?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/2181917535327735023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=2181917535327735023&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/2181917535327735023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/2181917535327735023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/05/flashback-friday.html' title='Flashback Friday :)'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SEAnFyQG2OI/AAAAAAAAARA/7aWeaEZo1jA/s72-c/DSC00633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-1737441856149519609</id><published>2008-05-29T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T20:03:12.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of blogging without new pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of coughing all night instead of sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of semi-nice weather, it's just teasing me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of crazy people that were never taught how to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of laundry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of dirty little boys.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How depressing am I???&lt;br /&gt;Funny story now.  The other day Cooper had on one of his John Deere Shirt on, the one that says "I make dirt look good".  Anyway, I can't get him to take it off.  I had it on for honestly 2 days straight ... I was pretty sick and didn't fight him to much.  Finally I had to get it off of him, I can only stand so much neglect.  Here's how the conversation went down.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Cooper, we have to take that shirt off"&lt;br /&gt;Coop: "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "It's dirty."&lt;br /&gt;Coop: "I like it dirty."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well it's getting pretty stinky."&lt;br /&gt;Coop: "I REALLY like it stinky"&lt;br /&gt;How can you fight that kind of logic?  I let him keep it on and went and took 3 more tylenol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI-I got it off him that night when I lured him into the bathtub, I can be pretty sneaky when I want to. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We branded calves yesterday, good times, good times.  I'm nice and sunburnt now.  My flowers are looking dandy, and my grass is getting greener by the day. &lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I'm tired of blogging. Better head!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-1737441856149519609?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1737441856149519609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=1737441856149519609&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/1737441856149519609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/1737441856149519609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/05/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-1033381354087739574</id><published>2008-05-22T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:28:44.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I would die for that.</title><content type='html'>This is the most touching thing I've seen in a LONG time!!  It hit a cord for so many reasons, that are close to my heart.  I have family and friends that have struggled with infertility and I know how special it is to be a mom.  I would give anything for my kids ... my body with atest to that.  There were so many times with my last pregnancy that I was in the hospital with them shoving needles in me that I would've loved to hear this song.  Enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just click on the link and it should come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqfGqOx2iDQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqfGqOx2iDQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-1033381354087739574?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1033381354087739574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=1033381354087739574&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/1033381354087739574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/1033381354087739574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-would-die-for-that.html' title='I would die for that.'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-4796477151912167810</id><published>2008-05-21T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:31.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can anyone hear me??????????????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SDRSqBjdAhI/AAAAAAAAAQY/7DUcrbj1CyE/s1600-h/sick+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202874351444886034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SDRSqBjdAhI/AAAAAAAAAQY/7DUcrbj1CyE/s400/sick+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, because I don't have a voice right now.  Ask me how fun that is for me.  The boys love it, they laugh whenever I start squeaking at them...they think it's rather amusing.  However, I'm not quite as amused.  How's a momma supposed to find a babysitter in Mud Lake without being able to talk?  It's high school graduation tonight, I have a sister-in-law and a cousin graduating...will I be there? Who knows at this point.  I've had a sinus infection/cold/strep/crap for a while now.  Wyatt had strep last week, Hyrum had a double ear infection and sinus infection, and Coop had an attitude (is there a prescription for that?).  It's been a not fun week.  Also for those of you who don't have the privilege of living in Terreton or having family that lives or works in Terreton... I am expecting.  I'm about 3 months along and doing AMAZINGLY well (no IV's yet, no hospital yet) other than this gunk I can't shake.  I cough all night and then am exhausted all day.  Could I whine anymore?  Really, it's not all that bad.  I have green grass, my boys are still playing like wild indians outside and Paisley is adorable, and Sam &amp;amp; Autumn will have a baby any day now.  I do have it good, I have soft kleenex's :).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-4796477151912167810?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4796477151912167810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=4796477151912167810&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4796477151912167810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4796477151912167810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/05/can-anyone-hear-me.html' title='Can anyone hear me??????????????????'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SDRSqBjdAhI/AAAAAAAAAQY/7DUcrbj1CyE/s72-c/sick+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-4994798735907262589</id><published>2008-05-14T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:32.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Branding &amp; Cutting @ the Hoggan's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SCsS6hjdAdI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Xbl3t-WVcoY/s1600-h/big+loop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200270991378153938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SCsS6hjdAdI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Xbl3t-WVcoY/s400/big+loop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jay throwing a big loop off of Slim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SCsS6hjdAeI/AAAAAAAAAQA/cEbgQpZGFnM/s1600-h/hoggan+branding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200270991378153954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SCsS6hjdAeI/AAAAAAAAAQA/cEbgQpZGFnM/s400/hoggan+branding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby's after the branding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday had more entertainment than most people can handle. The day started out when I was out mowing my lawn and Jay Hoggan stopped by to see if Wyatt wanted to go help him. Of course Wyatt went and grabbed his hat and rope and jumped in the pick-up. I went down a couple hours later with the other 2 and ended up at Grandma Hoggan's. They were cutting horses and then branding the baby calves. Wyatt was so stoked to see the roping!! He asked J-2 why they were cutting the horses stomachs. J-2 was very helpful and told him that they were just cutting their nuts off. Out of the mouths of babes :) So a little later when a bucking horse ran and broke through the fence Wyatt said "J-2, it's a rodeo!" J-2 said "It's not a rodeo", so Wyatt said "Well it's a nut rodeo". Pretty entertaining. Here are a few cool pics courtesy of my best bud Mindy Marie Hoggan. Isn't Wyatt a little ham!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200270995673121266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SCsS6xjdAfI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Fe0phY6w5zE/s400/layed+out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200270995673121282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SCsS6xjdAgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/EbgMfaAFplg/s400/wyatt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-4994798735907262589?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4994798735907262589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=4994798735907262589&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4994798735907262589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4994798735907262589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/05/branding-cutting-hoggans.html' title='Branding &amp; Cutting @ the Hoggan&apos;s'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SCsS6hjdAdI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Xbl3t-WVcoY/s72-c/big+loop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-4677878724910988057</id><published>2008-05-09T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:32.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another installment of flashback friday ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SCSsUFwwPsI/AAAAAAAAAPw/OX6uWN583MY/s1600-h/E203.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My flashbacks are pretty boring lately --- I have plenty of rad pictures, my scanner just isn't hooked up yet. Sorry all! This week has been awful (as many of you &amp;amp; most of Mud Lake knows). I'm not up to writing about it yet, maybe next week. I'm alive, Hyrum's alive and all is well. There you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198469322446487218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SCSsTlwwPrI/AAAAAAAAAPo/-q_YMEbVgHw/s400/E208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last week has made me very grateful that I live in such a stellar community. Don't get me wrong, Terreton is not quite perfection :) but there are so many wonderful and good people here, that it almost outweighs the bad. I love this picture of my grandpa Phillip, Uncle Edgar, and Rex Furness --- they were in the bishopric in Terreton and were great friends, people still talk about them highly and with love. I love that Rex's &amp;amp; Grandpa's posterity live in the area still, I hope that I always live up to the legacy that they started!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-4677878724910988057?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4677878724910988057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=4677878724910988057&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4677878724910988057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4677878724910988057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-installment-of-flashback-friday.html' title='Another installment of flashback friday ...'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SCSsTlwwPrI/AAAAAAAAAPo/-q_YMEbVgHw/s72-c/E208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-7281216445080682022</id><published>2008-05-05T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T10:02:35.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems ...</title><content type='html'>I can't find my dang thingee that transfers my pictures from my camera to my computer.  What a drag.  I don't have the heart to post without the happy pictures I've taken lately.  So here is a rundown of some of the excitement at our house the last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Done planting grain.&lt;br /&gt;2. Moved the cows behind the lake (rather entertaining...I think the Mexicans thought they were bull-fighters, more on that later)&lt;br /&gt;3. A new addition at the Tuckett household (named Shorty Tuckett)&lt;br /&gt;4. Started planting potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;5. Paisley's baby blessing.&lt;br /&gt;6. Grass is greening up and my lilac is getting buds on it!!! YAY!!! Spring may be here FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;7. That's all for now I think :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you and yours are enjoying the sunshine --- I'm off to till the gardenspot up -- wish I knew how big to make it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-7281216445080682022?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7281216445080682022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=7281216445080682022&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/7281216445080682022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/7281216445080682022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/05/problems.html' title='Problems ...'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-8748354599496079675</id><published>2008-04-25T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:33.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know that all you crazies reading my blog have been awaiting another installment of "flashback friday", probably as much as I was looking forward to a new Grey's episode. So here you go!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193244230194780098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SBIcHMSbV8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Bn5_-KiYuPM/s400/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193244234489747410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SBIcHcSbV9I/AAAAAAAAAPY/K5jcn3GFCRg/s400/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193244238784714722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SBIcHsSbV-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/T8Khpg9Y55A/s400/DSC00109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This isn't that big of a flashback --- it was taken exactly 2 years ago.  I loved my tulips at my other house --- they were so pretty.  :) I love flowers, I love having the boys "help" :) with them.  They look a little homeless, but we'd been busy working, what can ya do.  Better head, the boys are clamoring for food (suprising I know).  Leave a comment if you check this out -- I LOVE to hear from people!&lt;br /&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/6370262938255492533-8748354599496079675?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/8748354599496079675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=8748354599496079675&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/8748354599496079675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/8748354599496079675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/04/flashback-friday.html' title='Flashback Friday'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SBIcHMSbV8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Bn5_-KiYuPM/s72-c/DSC00104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-3758045955698760171</id><published>2008-04-22T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T10:40:54.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life...</title><content type='html'>Today has been as entertaining as all the others.&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt came into my room at 7 to wake me up -- we hauled a tractor whom and didn't get home last night until almost 12am so I was one tired mama.  Anyway, Wy comes in and tells me "Mom, my belly's hungry".  I said "So eat something"  -- in my defense I sometimes talk in my sleep.  So Wyatt minds me for about the 2nd time of his life.  I come out at 7:20 and he's eating a dang enchilada.  He helped me make them last night for dinner and then we left before we got to eat them, so of course they made the perfect breakfast food in his 5 year old mind.   A little gross to me, but it may have just been my morning breath. The Coop wakes up and wants "ladas"  so we all ate cold enchiladas for breakfast. (yuck, I don't recommend it)&lt;br /&gt;Then Quin calls and says that I need to run to Case.  I got to chose if I went to IF or Rexburg. I had to take kiddos, so I voted to Rexburg -- easy in and out.  Wyatt ended up going to pick rock with Quin so I took Cooper &amp;amp; Hy.  Quin told them that since they had to go with me (what is that a punishment) they could pick out a new tractor at Case.  We get there, I get the part and then we have to decide what tractor we need.  Coop said he "needed" them all.  Hy wanted a big backhoe.  AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!  Most kids throw fits in grocery stores, my little weirdos throw fits in equipment stores.  Needless to say we ended up leaving with a new swather with 2 heads (for Cooper) and a new tractor and grain drill (for Hyrum).&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm making lunch while the little boys are outside swathing and drilling in the dirt that is my front walkway.  Then we are off to Hamer to take oil &amp;amp; lunch &amp;amp; pops. &lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, I really need a nap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-3758045955698760171?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3758045955698760171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=3758045955698760171&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/3758045955698760171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/3758045955698760171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-in-life.html' title='A Day in the Life...'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-5848289465471528459</id><published>2008-04-16T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T08:48:18.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>old house blues</title><content type='html'>We've moved.&lt;br /&gt;I took the leap and decided that we had to be where Quin was (knowing that he's a workaholic and I've been around a few farmers in my day so I know their schedules - or lack thereof).  It's been really great for the boys.  They love being by the cows and they've got to watch us pull a couple of calves.  They love that they can go hang out with dad once in a while.  The only thing that is driving me really crazy (besides no grocery store nearby) is the fact that my Rigby house isn't even ready to sell yet.  I've tried to go over with the little men a couple times and that just ends up AWFUL ~ I have to get it done, it's killing me to pay my mortgage month after month when I don't even get to live there.  I think that it will break my heart to put the rest of my furniture and piano and BOOKS and whatnot in storage.  That just seems so final.  I went by yesterday and my tulips are all wanting to bloom and my grass is starting to green up and my irises are tall and straight. My 100 trees are looking good and I miss the fact that I had a bigger house and beautiful yard.  I know that I can make this pretty outside, but it's not permanant, so really how much energy do I want to put  in it.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my old friends, I miss getting together with them.  I miss seeing my husband (yes we've started planting grain now)  I'll see him next Nov. again :)  I just feel rather melancholy about the whole deal.  I miss my yard, my flowers, my trees. I spent SO much energy in the last 3 years laying sod and planting bulbs and flowers.  Maybe I just moved to much when I was growing up -- I just am tired by it!  I wish I was closer to my sister Em, and that sweet baby Paisley, they were just down the road before.  I am having such a hard time with all the drama out here.  You forget (a little anyway) how much goes on -- with all the crap with Quin's family that happened the last year it's really hard to be out here.  Dang I need to "toughen up a hair" as my poetic husband would say :).  I just had to vent to someone.  Lucky bloggers, you get to hear it.  Sorry, I'll stuff it all back in, it won't happen again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-5848289465471528459?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5848289465471528459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=5848289465471528459&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/5848289465471528459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/5848289465471528459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/04/old-house-blues.html' title='old house blues'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-4776739514113331131</id><published>2008-04-11T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:33.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paisley's Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SAAvfCm75FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/wKHTT3vBr0o/s1600-h/Cards-p0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188198981053441106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SAAvfCm75FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/wKHTT3vBr0o/s400/Cards-p0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-4776739514113331131?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4776739514113331131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=4776739514113331131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4776739514113331131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4776739514113331131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/04/paisleys-baby-shower.html' title='Paisley&apos;s Baby Shower'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/SAAvfCm75FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/wKHTT3vBr0o/s72-c/Cards-p0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-1957364995980371058</id><published>2008-04-11T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:33.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WISH I could wear a "kini"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188137275258299442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R__3XSm75DI/AAAAAAAAAOk/3uR-6ySxg9c/s320/bikini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188137279553266754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R__3Xim75EI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Bfmf6x9GOEs/s320/bottoms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've lost some weight that last year. Not enough to be satisfied but enough that people notice. At least that's what they say. In fact 2 Sundays ago my skirt kept on falling off, mom said "Annie, you're not as fat as you think you are." Anyway ... today that all changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wyatt came inside from roping outside (finally a nice day - yipee) and we had the following conversation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mom, you should really lose some weight" --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why?" I said, I was waiting for a really illogical reason, one not even pertaining to my actual weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Cause then you can wear a kini" --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my gosh, my 5 year old knows what a bikini is. We are in for trouble. So my quick thinking chimes in and I say, "Jesus doesn't want us to wear bikinis". Yes I played the Jesus card, that always works lately, they don't even question it. Parents they question and doubt, Jesus they don't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Wy says "So Jesus wants you fat?" this whole converstation is not going as planned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes Wyatt, Jesus wants me fat."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then just like that it was over, and he went back outside to go play with the little brothers. Sometimes being a mom requires quicker thinking than I'm capable of with a nasty kidney infection. Do you think I'll be struck by lightining? I think we'll just say an extra prayer at family prayer time tonight. ***sigh***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-1957364995980371058?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1957364995980371058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=1957364995980371058&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/1957364995980371058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/1957364995980371058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/04/reasoning-with-5-year-old.html' title='I WISH I could wear a &quot;kini&quot;'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R__3XSm75DI/AAAAAAAAAOk/3uR-6ySxg9c/s72-c/bikini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-1083535134040702414</id><published>2008-04-08T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T17:06:33.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally!</title><content type='html'>I saw this email and had to post it.   Not very long ago I tried to explain the "watcha talkin bout Willis" thing to my baby sister Sara, it did not go over very well.  And just yesterday I made my 18 year old cousin bust up when I told him "wax on, wax off" I think I may need help :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know You Grew Up In The 80's or Early 90'sIf.................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You've ever ended a sentence with the word "SIKE"&lt;br /&gt;2. You watched the Pound Puppies.&lt;br /&gt;3. You can sing the rap to the "Fresh Prince of Belair" ..and can do the"Carlton".&lt;br /&gt;4. Girls wore biker shorts under their skirts and felt stylishly sexy.&lt;br /&gt;5. You yearned to be a member of the Baby-sitters club and tried to start aclub of your own.&lt;br /&gt;6. You owned those lil' Strawberry Shortcake pals scented dolls.&lt;br /&gt;7. You know that "WOAH " comes from Joey on Blossom&lt;br /&gt;8. Two words: Hammer Pants&lt;br /&gt;9. If you ever watched "Fraggle Rock"&lt;br /&gt;10. You had plastic streamers on yourhandle bars... and "spokey-dokes" or playing cards on your spokes for thatincredible sound effect.&lt;br /&gt;11. You can sing the entire theme song to "DuckTales " (Woo ooh!)&lt;br /&gt;12. It was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;13. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head.&lt;br /&gt;14. You saw the original "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles " on the bigscreen...and still know the turtles names.&lt;br /&gt;15. You got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class atschool.&lt;br /&gt;16. You made your mom buy one of those clips that would hold your shirt in&gt;aknot on the side.&lt;br /&gt;17. You played the game "MASH " (Mansion, Apartment, Shelter, House)&lt;br /&gt;18. You wore stonewashed Jordache jean jackets and were proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;19. L.A. Gear....need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;20. You wanted to change your name to "JEM " in Kindergarten. (She'struly outrageous.)&lt;br /&gt;21. You remember reading "Tales of a fourth grade nothing " and all theRamona books.&lt;br /&gt;22. You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON, WAX OFF"&lt;br /&gt;23. You wanted to be a Goonie.&lt;br /&gt;24. You ever wore fluorescent clothing. (some of us... head-to-toe)&lt;br /&gt;25. You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nosefell off and his cheeks shifted.&lt;br /&gt;26. You have ever pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.&lt;br /&gt;27. You took lunch boxes to school... and traded Garbage Pail Kids in theschool yard.&lt;br /&gt;28. You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;29. You still get the urge to say "NOT " after every sentence.&lt;br /&gt;30. You remember Hypercolor t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;31. Barbie and the Rockers was your favorite band. (I liked Kayla of course)&lt;br /&gt;32. You thought She-ra (Princess of Power!) and He-Man should hook up.&lt;br /&gt;33. You thought your childhood friends would never leave because youexchanged handmade friendship bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;34. You ever owned a pair of Jelly-Shoes. (or like ..24, probably in neoncolors, too)&lt;br /&gt;35. After you saw Pee-Wee's Big Adventure you kept saying "I know you are,but what am I?"&lt;br /&gt;36. You remember "I've fallen and I can'tget up"&lt;br /&gt;37. You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates.&lt;br /&gt;38. You ever got seriously injured on a Slip and Slide.&lt;br /&gt;39. You have ever played with a Skip-It.&lt;br /&gt;40. You had or attended a birthday party at McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;41. You've gone through this nodding your head in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;42. You remember Popples.&lt;br /&gt;43. "Don't worry, be happy"&lt;br /&gt;44. You wore like, EIGHT pairs of socks over tights with high top Reeboks.&lt;br /&gt;45. You wore socks scrunched down (and sometimes still do... getting yelled at by "younger hip" members of the family)&lt;br /&gt;46. You remember boom boxes.. and walking around with one on your shoulderlike you were all that.&lt;br /&gt;47. You remember watching both "Gremlins " movies.&lt;br /&gt;48. You know what it meant to say "Care Bear Stare!!"&lt;br /&gt;49. You remember watching "Rainbow Bright" and "My Little Pony Tales"&lt;br /&gt;50. You thought Doogie Howser/Samantha Micelli was hot.&lt;br /&gt;51. You remember Alf, the lil furry brown alien from Melmac.&lt;br /&gt;52. You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool... and don'tevenflinch when people refer to them as "NKOTB".&lt;br /&gt;53. You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved ByThe Bell," The ORIGINAL class.&lt;br /&gt;54. You know all the words to Bon Jovi - SHOT THROUGH THE HEART.&lt;br /&gt;55. You just sang those words to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;56. You remember watching Magic vs. Bird.&lt;br /&gt;57. Homemade Levi shorts.. (the shorter the better)&lt;br /&gt;58. You remember when mullets were cool!&lt;br /&gt;59. You had a mullet!&lt;br /&gt;60. You still sing "We are the World"&lt;br /&gt;61. You tight rolled your jeans.&lt;br /&gt;62. You owned a bannana clip&lt;br /&gt;63. You remember "Where's the Beef?"&lt;br /&gt;64. You used to (and probably still do) say "What you talkin' aboutWillis?"&lt;br /&gt;65. You had big hair and you knew how to use it.&lt;br /&gt;66. You're still singing shot through the heart in your head, aren't you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-1083535134040702414?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1083535134040702414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=1083535134040702414&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/1083535134040702414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/1083535134040702414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/04/totally.html' title='Totally!'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-3782236674360296784</id><published>2008-04-07T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:33.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paisley Rae Summers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R_o-HZvD9TI/AAAAAAAAAN8/lrPcTtiYEXw/s1600-h/Cards-p002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186526217758831922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R_o-HZvD9TI/AAAAAAAAAN8/lrPcTtiYEXw/s400/Cards-p002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys and I absolutely love that Paisley is here.  We've been sad all weekend because the boys have runny noses and we can't go see her :)  Bless Wyatt's heart, he asked me if we could take her home with us.  I must say that having a little sister be so sick while she's pregnant and then having the baby and having everyone safe and healthy was such a relief!! I can't believe how worried I was.  I just love those 2 girls so much...I can't wait to see what a great mommy Em will be ~ and what Paisley will become.  Now I've just got to get planning the baby shower, now that everyone is healthy and happy again :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-3782236674360296784?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3782236674360296784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=3782236674360296784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/3782236674360296784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/3782236674360296784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/04/paisley-rae-summers.html' title='Paisley Rae Summers'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R_o-HZvD9TI/AAAAAAAAAN8/lrPcTtiYEXw/s72-c/Cards-p002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-7819029113525269638</id><published>2008-04-04T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:34.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185478310163117330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R_aFDJvD9RI/AAAAAAAAANs/PkDYyNsY6kU/s400/McKabe-2+months+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cooper's John Deere birthday party ... LOTS OF FUN, &amp;amp; LOTS OF GREEN!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R_aFDpvD9SI/AAAAAAAAAN0/lIGde9xjPOc/s1600-h/McKabe-2+months+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185478318753051938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R_aFDpvD9SI/AAAAAAAAAN0/lIGde9xjPOc/s400/McKabe-2+months+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that I'm back online!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved to Mud Lake and I FINALLY have the internet :) The boys are in love, we've been calving like crazy for the last month or so, that's finally starting to slow down. It's been awesome to be here and work outside with the boys and Quin a little bit. We've been working on cleaning up the yard, and I've painted the whole inside. The house is pretty tight, but they say that love goes best in little houses :) I just have to remember that this isn't forever I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to keep in touch with everyone again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, my little sis Emily and her sweet husband Adam had their baby, a little girl named Paisley Rae. I'll get pics on soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all!!! Annie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-7819029113525269638?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7819029113525269638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=7819029113525269638&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/7819029113525269638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/7819029113525269638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK!!!!!'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R_aFDJvD9RI/AAAAAAAAANs/PkDYyNsY6kU/s72-c/McKabe-2+months+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-1345359170447075860</id><published>2008-02-20T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:34.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooper's Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R7xVRtuq8oI/AAAAAAAAANU/N7C0wExA7NQ/s1600-h/Cards-p005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169100235135971970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R7xVRtuq8oI/AAAAAAAAANU/N7C0wExA7NQ/s400/Cards-p005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;So my little farmer-boy is turning 4 next week!! I can not believe that. We are having a rocking John Deere birthday. Regardless of what he wants though, I put my foot down at actually having it in the tractor. :) Should be tons of fun. Cooper is such a happy little camper! If only I could figure out some way to punish him! Nothing seems to work. Any ideas??&lt;br /&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/6370262938255492533-1345359170447075860?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1345359170447075860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=1345359170447075860&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/1345359170447075860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/1345359170447075860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/02/coopers-birthday.html' title='Cooper&apos;s Birthday!!'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R7xVRtuq8oI/AAAAAAAAANU/N7C0wExA7NQ/s72-c/Cards-p005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-7144502738912461246</id><published>2008-02-19T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:34.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding ... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So Shane and Shay's wedding &amp;amp; reception was a big hit. I was so nervous ... I wanted it to be perfect, I think that it actually almost was! The sealing was so beautiful. Dwayne Lee sealed them in the Rexburg Temple, he did such a great job. Go to this site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lisahuberphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://lisahuberphotography.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to see some of the fabulous pictures ~ she did such a great job &amp;amp; I can't wait to see more of the pics. I love Shay sooo much! We were best buds in high school and then, well life happened :) and somehow we didn't see each other as much as we could've. I am so glad that she found someone as awesome as Shane! They are so amazing together. LIVE LONG AND PROSPER SHANE AND SHAY!!! Love you guys tons!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168715483375661666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R7r3WNuq8mI/AAAAAAAAANA/abEvAEEMY5g/s400/ss21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-7144502738912461246?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7144502738912461246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=7144502738912461246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/7144502738912461246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/7144502738912461246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/02/wedding.html' title='The Wedding ... :)'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R7r3WNuq8mI/AAAAAAAAANA/abEvAEEMY5g/s72-c/ss21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-4950925658289264072</id><published>2008-02-18T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:34.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday (on Monday) :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R7nSEtuq8kI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fuN-hBJg1YE/s1600-h/DSC00385.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R7nRo9uq8jI/AAAAAAAAAMo/xQmuorA4TLg/s1600-h/DSC00547.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I'm slacking off ... I just had a wild Friday (Shay &amp;amp; Shane wedding) had to decorate and make it beautiful (which it was!!!) and then went off to the cabin with my while fam-damily this weekend. WAY FUN!!! But more on that later, we have a flashback to get to.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168396771032494674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R7nVetuq8lI/AAAAAAAAAM4/um7PJunVOJc/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go ~ I thought since it was just Valentine's Day that I should flashback to a picture of me and my sweetheart!! Quin is such a great guy! A workaholic sometimes, but he is so dang smart.  He loves to fix everything and loves farming.  I love being outside with him and hanging out watching Friends (I've got him hooked now).   Our boys are so lucky to have such a great example for a dad!!  Love you babe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-4950925658289264072?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4950925658289264072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=4950925658289264072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4950925658289264072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4950925658289264072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/02/flashback-friday-on-monday.html' title='Flashback Friday (on Monday) :)'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R7nVetuq8lI/AAAAAAAAAM4/um7PJunVOJc/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-950260340479535591</id><published>2008-02-13T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:35.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day All!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R7Ofctuq8iI/AAAAAAAAAMg/AUIgBpTCY28/s1600-h/Cards-p008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166648513184592418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R7Ofctuq8iI/AAAAAAAAAMg/AUIgBpTCY28/s400/Cards-p008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the Valentine I made this year --- I modified it for Wyatt's class, just used a picture of him and changed the words. Yes, I was pretty proud of self! :)&lt;br /&gt;Hope your V-Day is full of fun &amp;amp; love!! loves, Annie&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/6370262938255492533-950260340479535591?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/950260340479535591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=950260340479535591&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/950260340479535591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/950260340479535591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day-all.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day All!!'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R7Ofctuq8iI/AAAAAAAAAMg/AUIgBpTCY28/s72-c/Cards-p008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-6268464062854384146</id><published>2008-02-12T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:35.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers for Emily</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ok, my sweet sister Emily Merlene is expecting her first baby ~ she's 31 weeks along and measuring at 36 I think. They put her on bedrest a few weeks ago for INSANELY high blood pressure. They are worried about her toximia -- that baby girl just needs a few more weeks of cookin' :) So please remember Em in your prayers! (And don't forget her sweet husband, Adam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166164736658305554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R7HndNuq8hI/AAAAAAAAAMY/14PsDgVRb7w/s400/em18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;One of Emily's stellar Sr. photos --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-6268464062854384146?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6268464062854384146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=6268464062854384146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/6268464062854384146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/6268464062854384146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/02/prayers-for-emily.html' title='Prayers for Emily'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R7HndNuq8hI/AAAAAAAAAMY/14PsDgVRb7w/s72-c/em18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-488136499321085565</id><published>2008-02-08T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:35.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLASHBACK FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>Lucky people! I'm starting a new Friday tradition ~ presenting (dum, da, da, dum)&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Flashback Friday!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;**disclaimer: nothing is off limits and I am open to requests** So enough clowing around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164644832423893666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R6yBHJOu2qI/AAAAAAAAALI/tkKncMM53Y4/s400/clown-annie.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh, aren't I adorable (circa 1983)!! What fun. Yes, I grew up in a circus. Now I live in an even crazier one!! Here is the real stellar photo ... aren't we pretty :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164645794496567986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R6yB_JOu2rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/e-SjCAZovzU/s400/fam-1990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hobley Family around 1989 (before Sara ~ those were the days, kidding grace, kidding!). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love to all ~ I've had enough blogging this morning. I'm off to the doctor. Peace Out Yo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-488136499321085565?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/488136499321085565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=488136499321085565&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/488136499321085565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/488136499321085565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/02/flashback-friday.html' title='FLASHBACK FRIDAY'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R6yBHJOu2qI/AAAAAAAAALI/tkKncMM53Y4/s72-c/clown-annie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-8760013713204202120</id><published>2008-02-07T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:36.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow day!</title><content type='html'>Today was ANOTHER blessed snow day. I love that it ticks Wyatt off to have to stay home, I'm starting to wonder what they do in kindergarten that makes it so amusing. Maybe it's just that if I make him stay him he has to take the garbage out and share his rc 4-wheeler with his brothers. I just love snow days ~ even though I'm not in school it really just floats my boat to know that the kids are out. For most of the day it looked like this&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R6uh7pOu2lI/AAAAAAAAAKg/WyRTdM7UgZE/s1600-h/winter-fog_trees_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164399443762403922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R6uh7pOu2lI/AAAAAAAAAKg/WyRTdM7UgZE/s320/winter-fog_trees_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just imagine more drifts and less blue sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yuck -- that canceled my house painting plans in Mud Lake, I was NOT wanting to get stuck out there.  No offense Mud-People, I just really like my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R6uh8JOu2oI/AAAAAAAAAK4/yVUu_VzeoSk/s1600-h/sled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164399452352338562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="121" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R6uh8JOu2oI/AAAAAAAAAK4/yVUu_VzeoSk/s320/sled.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it finally cleared up some (about 3:30) the boys and I went outside.  This is what I wanted to be doing -- instead I used my dad's little honda to pull Wyatt around in the sled, still entertaining, he loves to jump drifts.  Coop &amp;amp; Hy kept on saying "faster mama".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R6uh8JOu2nI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xmztTdO4zjg/s1600-h/fireplace.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we came inside.  I wish that we had this ... I love fireplaces.  Someday my friends, someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R6uh8JOu2nI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xmztTdO4zjg/s1600-h/fireplace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164399452352338546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="122" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R6uh8JOu2nI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xmztTdO4zjg/s320/fireplace.jpg" width="86" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R6uh8JOu2nI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xmztTdO4zjg/s1600-h/fireplace.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R6uh8JOu2nI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xmztTdO4zjg/s1600-h/fireplace.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R6uh75Ou2mI/AAAAAAAAAKo/oYwNPCtTWzg/s1600-h/hot+chocotale.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164399448057371234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="119" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R6uh75Ou2mI/AAAAAAAAAKo/oYwNPCtTWzg/s320/hot+chocotale.bmp" width="106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At least we really did have this.  I  heart chocolate mint truffle.  If you love me you'll buy me some.  That's what I told self last night at Wal-Mart.  "Self" I said, "If you love me you'll be me this coca".  Turns out I love myself pretty much.  I bought the big can.  Oh well, it looks like we'll need all the hot coca we can get around here.  I think there's a trampoline somewhere out in my yard, there's just to much snow to see it now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-8760013713204202120?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/8760013713204202120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=8760013713204202120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/8760013713204202120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/8760013713204202120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/02/snow-day.html' title='Snow day!'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R6uh7pOu2lI/AAAAAAAAAKg/WyRTdM7UgZE/s72-c/winter-fog_trees_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-1745632206951163084</id><published>2008-02-06T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:36.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I'm throwing a bridal shower for my good buddy Shay Holdaway (she's marrying Shane Willams next Fri.). I need some great ideas for shower games. I've thrown about 10 showers in the last 14 months ~ I need some new ideas! Leave a comment with your great ideas...thanks a ton :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163941484284533314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R6oBa5Ou2kI/AAAAAAAAAKY/67lwkjwfK2g/s400/ss13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-1745632206951163084?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1745632206951163084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=1745632206951163084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/1745632206951163084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/1745632206951163084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/02/help.html' title='HELP!!!!'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R6oBa5Ou2kI/AAAAAAAAAKY/67lwkjwfK2g/s72-c/ss13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-6441194451621855618</id><published>2008-02-05T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:37.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rach &amp; Ben's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163560456260868610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R6im4JOu2gI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/YJQEEPnrtzs/s400/ben%26rach+wedding+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, so 2007 was the Year of the Weddings for the Hobley family. I finally figured out how to get some pics from 1 of the weddings, Emily's is on an earlier post and I'm put some of Sam &amp;amp; Autumn's on later. Now for your viewing pleasure, my brother and sister ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ben &amp;amp; Rachael Hobley&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163559434058652130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R6il8pOu2eI/AAAAAAAAAJo/EfHTDyBBjKo/s400/Ben+%26+Rach+wedding3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163560443375966706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R6im3ZOu2fI/AAAAAAAAAJw/glVpZulT5nk/s400/ben+wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163560464850803218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R6im4pOu2hI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OwgX7lbbCv0/s400/rach+wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163559425468717522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R6il8JOu2dI/AAAAAAAAAJg/dOQa1M3Y9_4/s400/ben+%26+Rach+wedding2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-6441194451621855618?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6441194451621855618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=6441194451621855618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/6441194451621855618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/6441194451621855618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/02/rach-bens-wedding.html' title='Rach &amp; Ben&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R6im4JOu2gI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/YJQEEPnrtzs/s72-c/ben%26rach+wedding+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-2003158361909525146</id><published>2008-02-05T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:37.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesdays Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;It's been busy around here! I've been painting like a wild woman, trying to get our new little house ready to live in. Can I just tell you how entertaing it is to try and paint with 3 children. Quite the challenge. So now I've decided to finish when I can find someone to watch the rascals. I think I'll love being out there again. At least I hope I will. I've been making lists of all the perks. There are actually quite a few :). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'll try to make things a little more interesting be telling you the top ten most interesting facts about me :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66ffff;"&gt;*1. When I was younger (like 10 or so) whenever I cooked something I used to pretend that I was actually on a cooking show. I had a funny voice &amp;amp; everything. I loved to put the ingredients in without measuring. I'd say crazy things like "just a pinch of that" or "just until you see the mixture start to thicken up". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;*2. I love smelly things ~ good smelly things mind you. I already plugged in vanilla in the new house. I love to put on perfume. I even put it on when I go to sleep at night just so I can smell it on my wrists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;*3. I wish that I could speak Spanish. Random, but I just think it would be cool. Then I would talk to my dad and no one else would understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;*4. My mom is one of my best friends. I could live without talking to a lot of people, but she is not one of them. She cracks me up, I love that she is such a good person. I love making her laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;*5. I want to write a book someday. I actually have a couple that I've started ... someday I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;*6. I love to shoot my 22 ~ I never knew that I'd enjoying shooting a gun, but for some reason it really does it for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;*7. My dad used to make up hilarious songs for us when we were little "hey little baby is your daddy home" and now I do the same crazy thing for my kids. My dad is so funny!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;*8. I'm addicted to family history. My dream house would have a whole room just for me to organize and take care of our family stories. I love that I knew my great-grandparents so well, what a blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;*9. I'd like to be that girls camp leader someday. I had so much fun at girls camp when I was younger. I lived in a few different wards and loved doing different things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;*10. I love my brothers and sisters. I think that I may have the greatest siblings around. And lucky for me they've married some awesome people. I love growing up and seeing them do so well. My baby Sara is 16 now. I remember her coming home for the hospital and I fell in love. Emily is the sweetest, my kind person I know. Samuel is a good boy ~ he is so successful and he's someone that had a dream and actually got it to come true! Benjamin is such a hard worker, he can do anything that he wants to. How lucky am I to have such great people so close to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;THE END!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163558184223168962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 410px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="271" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R6ikz5Ou2cI/AAAAAAAAAJY/cvMTwF_7kW8/s400/Ben%26Rach+wedding.jpg" width="436" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-2003158361909525146?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/2003158361909525146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=2003158361909525146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/2003158361909525146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/2003158361909525146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/02/tuesdays-thoughts.html' title='Tuesdays Thoughts...'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R6ikz5Ou2cI/AAAAAAAAAJY/cvMTwF_7kW8/s72-c/Ben%26Rach+wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-575174458565348278</id><published>2008-01-31T09:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:37.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becky &amp; Logan Hobley had their baby!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;So my sweet cousins Logan &amp;amp; Becky (Ryan's oldest boy) had a little girl yesterday ~ she is so beautiful!! She was 8 lbs. even, and was 19 inches long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt; Her name is Hannah Grace Hobley ~ perfect!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161690620773718450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R6ICRZOu2bI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/oMJ-tneOvCY/s320/Hannah+Grace+Hobley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hannah Grace Hobley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-575174458565348278?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/575174458565348278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=575174458565348278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/575174458565348278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/575174458565348278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/01/becky-logan-hobley-had-their-baby.html' title='Becky &amp; Logan Hobley had their baby!!!'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R6ICRZOu2bI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/oMJ-tneOvCY/s72-c/Hannah+Grace+Hobley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-8206583217109798522</id><published>2008-01-30T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T13:13:16.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This cracks me up :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; was out walking with my 4 year old daughter. She picked up something off the ground and started to put it in her mouth. I took the item away from her and I asked her not to do that.  'Why?' my daughter asked.  'Because it's been on the ground, you don't know where it's been, it's dirty, and probably has germs' I replied.&lt;br /&gt;At this point, my daughter looked at me with total admiration and asked, 'Momma, how do you know all this stuff, you are so smart.' I was thinking quickly. 'All moms know this stuff. It's on the Mom Test. You have to know it, or they don't let you be a Mom.'&lt;br /&gt;We walked along in silence for 2 or 3 minutes, but she was evidently pondering this new information. 'OH...I get it!' she beamed, 'So if you don't pass the test you have to be the Dad. ''Exactly' I replied back with a big smile on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-8206583217109798522?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/8206583217109798522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=8206583217109798522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/8206583217109798522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/8206583217109798522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-cracks-me-up.html' title='This cracks me up :)'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-5033466704127119973</id><published>2008-01-29T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:38.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag--------</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, so here's a little sunshine for all you out there in the blizzard (ok, maybe that's just around here). I thought I'd answer some questions and then tag a few lucky compadres of mine :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160975070632270210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R593e5Ou2YI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Y3OZzoySAxs/s320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Significant Spouse Fact: doesn't that sound so technical ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is his name? Quin (quintaro, quin-bob, babe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How long have you been married? 6 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who long did you date? off &amp;amp; on for a year and then he went to Alabama on his mission, but we were back together as soon as he got home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How old is he? 26 (27 in March and then he's older than me again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who eats more sweets? Chocolate, me - ice cream or cookies, him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who said I love you first? him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who is taller? him, but just barely ~ I'm taller when I wear my rockin hooker boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can sing better? Me, unless it's International Harvester, then he rocks out :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who is smarter? At mechanical things him, with creative things, me ~ we are a good combination I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does the laundry? Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who pays the bills? Me -- I think we could share that a little more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? him, the left is closer to the door ~ and I'm nicer at night, just ask the boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who mows the lawn? Me, somehow farmers think that they have enough to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who cooks dinner? Me ~ I think he's warmed up his own chili though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who drives? Him, unless he's been in the truck, and then he's to dang slow, so I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is more stubborn? &lt;/span&gt;TIE ~ we both have the oldest child syndrome&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who kissed who first? I knew he wanted to, I just helped him out a little (te,he)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who asked who out first? He called and asked me if I wanted to go get parts for his pick-up with him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who proposed? He did, it was in Island Park right by a valley full of bluebells, so beautiful!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who has more siblings? me - 4, him 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who wears the pants? we each have one leg in ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ok ~ I tag Hayley, Audrey, Jessica, and Jessica :)  Can't wait to hear about your significant other!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-5033466704127119973?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5033466704127119973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=5033466704127119973&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/5033466704127119973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/5033466704127119973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/01/tag.html' title='Tag--------'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R593e5Ou2YI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Y3OZzoySAxs/s72-c/scan0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-3561517750170235521</id><published>2008-01-29T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:38.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of a Weary Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last days have been full of emotion for me. No I haven't cried, I just have been feeling SOOO many different things. First of all, Quin &amp;amp; I took Wyatt and Cooper through the Rexburg Temple Open house. It was incredible!! When we saw the baptismal font Cooper said "Mom, it's a swimmin' pool" and Wyatt wanted his rope to catch those "cows". It was neat to see the boys feel the spirit there. There were so good! I'm glad that we could take them to see it. Everytime we drive towards Rexburg, as soon as the Temple comes into view all my boys start singing "I love to see the temple" they don't have all of the words right, but they sure try! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R59slpOu2WI/AAAAAAAAAIs/dfjgcrQE9-Q/s1600-h/rex-temp+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160963091968481634" style="CURSOR: hand" height="329" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R59slpOu2WI/AAAAAAAAAIs/dfjgcrQE9-Q/s320/rex-temp+3.jpg" width="381" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, Quin &amp;amp; I have come to a really hard decision. We are moving back out to Mud Lake. Now don't get me wrong, I love it out there, I really do! But we'll have to sell this house that I've invested my whole heart it! I love the space inside, I've painted and decorated every room just the way that I wanted it to be. We've spent hours putting in sod and planting grass seed and we put in 100 trees just last summer (complete with the drip system). I have 100 tulips that I put in and tons of flowers that I've planted. But we don't have a lot of choices. We are dissolving the business -- well Dennis forced us to end it by breaking Quin's nose, long story, lots of blood involved. So now we are selling the equipment. It breaks my heart, mostly for Quin, but life happens. The best job offer that Quin got was actually working out at my Uncle Kirk's. I was suprised, but Quin is excited and actually loving it!! So since I want to see my farming husband sometimes, I know that we need to be out there. There you have it. Life goes on, and we have to go with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then President Hinckley died this week. I can't believe that he really is no longer the prophet. I know that he's so happy now, but it still just shocked me. What a great man. What a great legacy he left. He taught us that the gosepel makes bad men good and good men (and women) better. What truth! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160968396253092210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R59xaZOu2XI/AAAAAAAAAI0/b_2i8QQxD0Y/s320/med_HINCKLEY_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this posting hasn't been that chipper has it!  I really am excited to start this new part of life, in fact I can't wait to see what this new chapter of life will bring!  Wish us luck!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-3561517750170235521?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3561517750170235521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=3561517750170235521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/3561517750170235521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/3561517750170235521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/01/ramblings-of-weary-woman.html' title='Ramblings of a Weary Woman'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R59slpOu2WI/AAAAAAAAAIs/dfjgcrQE9-Q/s72-c/rex-temp+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-5019582447725278440</id><published>2008-01-22T15:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:38.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a slacker -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R5aA5So3A8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/xoZlGbC6da8/s1600-h/hoagie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158452144943596482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R5aA5So3A8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/xoZlGbC6da8/s320/hoagie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R5aAfCo3A7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/O8k-X-3Cp0Q/s1600-h/rex-temp+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for good reason! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You haven't heard anything new from me for a while, but we've had some excitement around here lately. Last Tues. Kim &amp;amp; Anthony Shurtliff (some of our best buddies) had a little boy. They named him Porter James, and he is so sweet! He weighed 9 lbs. 3 oz. and has the cutest chubby cheeks. They had him on oxygen for a couple days, but Kim &amp;amp; Port are home and healthy now. Then this morning Quin's sister Deidra and her husband had a little boy also! They named him McKabe Don. Can't wait to go see him and hug him a little! It's been FREEZING here, last night it was -20 or so -- NO SCHOOL FOR WYATT BOY! We are running extra heaters and trying to just stay inside. The today Quin and the boys went to the Potato Expo in Poky (oddly one of the high-lights of the year for them). I got to stay home this year (lucky momma). I am happy to say that all of my Christmas hoopla is finally down and put away *sigh* I hate that. Now I think that it's time for spring, and I still have a couple of MONTHS left by the look of the almost 3 feet of snow out my front door. Oh well, guess we'll make the most of it while we can, Wyatt wants a snowboard actually. I'll leave you with a cute picture of my Hoagie ~ I love that chicka! Bless the new babies!!! I'll post pictures later!  (stupid picture won't go at the end, my mind must be frozen!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-5019582447725278440?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5019582447725278440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=5019582447725278440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/5019582447725278440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/5019582447725278440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-slacker.html' title='I&apos;m a slacker -'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R5aA5So3A8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/xoZlGbC6da8/s72-c/hoagie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-2102054434795589824</id><published>2008-01-16T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:39.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musing from a troubled heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So as some of you know the last few weeks, ok months, have been AWFUL for my little fam. I don't understand why we are subjected to so many trials. I've been trying to figure out what exactly I am supposed to learn, but I just don't know! I'm thankful that we're studying Joseph Smith this year in Sunday school -- I've loved being able to actually go to the lessons lately ... with no children on my lap.  What a great man!  I wonder if he ever wondered why he had the trials that he did.  When he layed down that baby after holding him through the night,  I can't imagine the anguish that Joseph must've felt when that little boy died.  Some times in life it feels like all I can do is keep my head above the water.  Do you ever feel that way?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156183989894448018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="232" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R45yBSo3A5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/O-wRAHPfiKU/s320/while+emma+sleeps.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Joseph Smith ~ While Emma Sleeps by Liz Lemon Swindle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-2102054434795589824?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/2102054434795589824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=2102054434795589824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/2102054434795589824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/2102054434795589824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/01/musing-from-troubled-heart.html' title='Musing from a troubled heart...'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R45yBSo3A5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/O-wRAHPfiKU/s72-c/while+emma+sleeps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-6754765872419860328</id><published>2008-01-15T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:39.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iron-Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This made me chuckle ... :) Thanks Gram-Merlene&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R40sbio3A3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/9Yv2M9W9808/s1600-h/iron+man.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155826000075359090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R40sbio3A3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/9Yv2M9W9808/s320/iron+man.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-6754765872419860328?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6754765872419860328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=6754765872419860328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/6754765872419860328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/6754765872419860328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/01/iron-man.html' title='Iron-Man'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R40sbio3A3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/9Yv2M9W9808/s72-c/iron+man.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-790992809504065956</id><published>2008-01-15T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T11:55:15.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could someone get me a drink!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;So I'm trying to cut back on one of my vices ... Dr. Pepper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;I try and I try.  I thought maybe it would help to just drink the diet stuff.   No go, just doesn't do it for me.  So I go back to drinking the hard stuff.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Today I've had whining chillens who want me to go outside with them.  Didn't they get the memo that mama was tired. I yawn *YAWN* and then think that I must need a Dr. Pepper.  Is that wrong?  Should I really have (&amp;amp; I mean HAVE) to drink a beverage to actually get off my duffer and finish putting the laundry away, or go outside with the kiddies?  Just a thought... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Cheerio! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;(Notice that I used the color from a Dr. Pepper can for my font color, aren't I clever ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-790992809504065956?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/790992809504065956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=790992809504065956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/790992809504065956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/790992809504065956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/01/could-someone-get-me-drink.html' title='Could someone get me a drink!'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-6714673309896139617</id><published>2008-01-14T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T14:05:55.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've come to realize...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This last year has been full of turmoil.  And 2008 seems to be following in those footsteps.  In order to maintain my own sanity, I've made a list of a few resolutions that I want to work on this year.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Annie Tuckett's Resolutions that will make 2008 a lot better than 2007**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Never work for family (at least not for certain family)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Blog more often, it makes me laugh at myself. It's amazing how entertaining I think that I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Read the scriptures every day with the boys, not just once in a while, I want them to know the scripture stories better than they know any disney movies (including Cars)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Keep my sink shiny (and other SAHM duties)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Make my bed everyday (this one is for Quin, it matters to him for some weird reason that I don't understand.  I guess I don't have to understand, just do it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Be an amazing aunt (it's about freaking time!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Reach out to old &amp;amp; new friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. Be gentle to myself ... I'm the only me I got. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well I better go shine my sink ... I think I may have OCD.  What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-6714673309896139617?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6714673309896139617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=6714673309896139617&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/6714673309896139617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/6714673309896139617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-come-to-realize.html' title='I&apos;ve come to realize...'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-5518165695465042087</id><published>2008-01-01T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:40.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little remembering ... Summer 2006 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R3stoio3AwI/AAAAAAAAAG0/CjIZm1EhxO0/s1600-h/MemoryMixer+Album+2-p001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150760773344494338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R3stoio3AwI/AAAAAAAAAG0/CjIZm1EhxO0/s320/MemoryMixer+Album+2-p001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R3stpio3AxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/B6-fhR2lx9U/s1600-h/MemoryMixer+Album+2-p002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150760790524363538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R3stpio3AxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/B6-fhR2lx9U/s320/MemoryMixer+Album+2-p002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R3stqCo3AyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/u86BoxQtPjs/s1600-h/MemoryMixer+Album+2-p003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150760799114298146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R3stqCo3AyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/u86BoxQtPjs/s320/MemoryMixer+Album+2-p003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R3strCo3AzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JhkU73_NWAI/s1600-h/MemoryMixer+Album+2-p004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150760816294167346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R3strCo3AzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JhkU73_NWAI/s320/MemoryMixer+Album+2-p004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R3stsCo3A0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/fNKFzF2nMsQ/s1600-h/MemoryMixer+Album+2-p005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150760833474036546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R3stsCo3A0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/fNKFzF2nMsQ/s320/MemoryMixer+Album+2-p005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've just been scrapping the heck out of this program ~ and I had to do some cute pages of my boys :)  They are such cool little men!! I'll get some Christmas pictures on shortly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-5518165695465042087?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5518165695465042087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=5518165695465042087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/5518165695465042087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/5518165695465042087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-little-remembering-summer-2006.html' title='Just a little remembering ... Summer 2006 ...'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R3stoio3AwI/AAAAAAAAAG0/CjIZm1EhxO0/s72-c/MemoryMixer+Album+2-p001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-3397346077408157907</id><published>2008-01-01T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:41.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And we're back :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R3snmio3AtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Jn05WoXlYho/s1600-h/MemoryMixer+Album+1-p001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150754141914989266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R3snmio3AtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Jn05WoXlYho/s320/MemoryMixer+Album+1-p001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R3snoSo3AuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/qEYTgideFAk/s1600-h/MemoryMixer+Album+1-p003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150754171979760354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R3snoSo3AuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/qEYTgideFAk/s320/MemoryMixer+Album+1-p003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R3snpSo3AvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Bc5KWW41qi0/s1600-h/MemoryMixer+Album+1-p006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150754189159629554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R3snpSo3AvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Bc5KWW41qi0/s320/MemoryMixer+Album+1-p006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year Friends &amp;amp; Family!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that your Christmas was as jolly as ours! We had a holiday season full of visiting friends (We miss you already Siddoways) and family (love Uncle Ben, he's a crack-up).  Quin did SOOO good ~ he gave me a new program for digital scrapbooking (as you can already see).  I must admit that I'm hooked!  I never thought that an addicted scrapaholic like me would ever get into this computer mumbo-jumbo, but I've seen the light! I love it~you can look forward to more fun pages that I'll share and maybe an update or two to this boring old page!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that 2008 will be the year when your families grow closer, your hearts find peace, and your homes are filled with love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Always,  Annie &amp;amp; the rest of the Tuckett Crew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-3397346077408157907?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3397346077408157907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=3397346077408157907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/3397346077408157907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/3397346077408157907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-were-back.html' title='And we&apos;re back :)'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R3snmio3AtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Jn05WoXlYho/s72-c/MemoryMixer+Album+1-p001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-7737707799595631530</id><published>2007-10-22T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:42.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing home the bacon, er the balers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RxzZ8f-DKvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Ob5KbY8bIGE/s1600-h/DSCF2233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124210109437913842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RxzZ8f-DKvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Ob5KbY8bIGE/s320/DSCF2233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RxzZ8_-DKwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4FX2kmdS8tY/s1600-h/DSCF2240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124210118027848450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RxzZ8_-DKwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4FX2kmdS8tY/s320/DSCF2240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RxzZ9f-DKxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/PEcs21mqxGY/s1600-h/DSCF2243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124210126617783058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RxzZ9f-DKxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/PEcs21mqxGY/s320/DSCF2243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are done with farming for the year ~ which means that it's time to start hauling straw. Here are the top 10 reasons that I'm glad the the balers are all back in my backyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1. Nothing really looks cooler than 4 balers that are dirty because they made money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2. No more bonding-time with little boys while I'm trying to drive the baler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3. We can have dinner (occasionally) with Quin before 10:30pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4. It means that it's fall ... snow, cold, &amp;amp; Christmas is coming!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#5. No more running parts up to Tetonia or Ashton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#6. Quin is still in my bed at 3:30 in the morning ~ at least till 4 or so :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#7. Less laundry ~ the boys don't need 3 changes of clothes (work, play, and dirtier play)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#8. I might actually get a date for the 1st time in 4 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#9. Halloween ~ I love holidays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#10. I SURVIVED OUR FIRST YEAR!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-7737707799595631530?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7737707799595631530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=7737707799595631530&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/7737707799595631530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/7737707799595631530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2007/10/bringing-home-bacon-er-balers.html' title='Bringing home the bacon, er the balers'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RxzZ8f-DKvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Ob5KbY8bIGE/s72-c/DSCF2233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-7249956996887930902</id><published>2007-10-15T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:43.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the summer gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RxO5iv-DKmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/R1NVbglO_HM/s1600-h/DSCF0590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121641207893797474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RxO5iv-DKmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/R1NVbglO_HM/s320/DSCF0590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wyatt playing t-ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RxO5jP-DKnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hI25AhIytbc/s1600-h/DSCF1539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121641216483732082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RxO5jP-DKnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hI25AhIytbc/s320/DSCF1539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fourth of July Parade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RxO5jv-DKoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cAXkLyqCLKo/s1600-h/DSCF1321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121641225073666690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RxO5jv-DKoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cAXkLyqCLKo/s320/DSCF1321.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mitzi's Mauri "Royla" &amp;amp; Jud's Linden "Ray"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;at the 1st Phillip Egbert Family Reunion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RxO5j_-DKpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GUTUyCsNC8Y/s1600-h/DSCF1579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121641229368634002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RxO5j_-DKpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GUTUyCsNC8Y/s320/DSCF1579.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cooper before the fireworks on the 4th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RxO5kf-DKqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ru9z80f_OMw/s1600-h/DSCF1751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121641237958568610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RxO5kf-DKqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ru9z80f_OMw/s320/DSCF1751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper made his own lunch! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Summer has come to a close ~ I decided that I better get some pictures from the Tuckett Family Summer Adventures :) It was a great season ~ ton's of fun! Enjoy our memories!!! Can't wait to make some more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-7249956996887930902?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7249956996887930902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=7249956996887930902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/7249956996887930902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/7249956996887930902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2007/10/where-has-summer-gone.html' title='Where has the summer gone?'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RxO5iv-DKmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/R1NVbglO_HM/s72-c/DSCF0590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-5869645462088523740</id><published>2007-10-09T19:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:43.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam &amp; Autumn - Engagement photo shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Rww30v-DKgI/AAAAAAAAADg/aIiwu5kZ9EQ/s1600-h/DSCF2204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119528255782857218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Rww30v-DKgI/AAAAAAAAADg/aIiwu5kZ9EQ/s320/DSCF2204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Rww31f-DKhI/AAAAAAAAADo/RErJYuveNag/s1600-h/DSCF2188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119528268667759122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Rww31f-DKhI/AAAAAAAAADo/RErJYuveNag/s320/DSCF2188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Rww3JP-DKfI/AAAAAAAAADY/zavFI95X_pY/s1600-h/DSCF2079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119527508458547698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Rww3JP-DKfI/AAAAAAAAADY/zavFI95X_pY/s320/DSCF2079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;We went to Deer Lodge last weekend and got to take some fun pictures of Samuel &amp;amp; Autumn ... aren't they CUTE!!! :) We'll keep you updated on the reception plans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-5869645462088523740?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5869645462088523740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=5869645462088523740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/5869645462088523740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/5869645462088523740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2007/10/sam-autumn-engagement-photo-shoot.html' title='Sam &amp; Autumn - Engagement photo shoot'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Rww30v-DKgI/AAAAAAAAADg/aIiwu5kZ9EQ/s72-c/DSCF2204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-5484891608897051287</id><published>2007-10-09T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:44.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few updates ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RwwfoP-DKaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DHLDh3dWujY/s1600-h/DSCF1857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119501652755425698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RwwfoP-DKaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DHLDh3dWujY/s320/DSCF1857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Rwwfov-DKbI/AAAAAAAAADA/WyZ9lxUXLa8/s1600-h/DSCF1864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119501661345360306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Rwwfov-DKbI/AAAAAAAAADA/WyZ9lxUXLa8/s320/DSCF1864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RwwfpP-DKcI/AAAAAAAAADI/O2gfFgdlIu8/s1600-h/DSCF1976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119501669935294914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RwwfpP-DKcI/AAAAAAAAADI/O2gfFgdlIu8/s320/DSCF1976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought that I better get some new pics up ... these are of Wyatt's 1st day of school ~ I added the one of my front porch during the summer to remind me that my dead flowers did look great earlier this year! (Dang frost anyway).  The last picture is of all three boys riding 1 of Sam &amp;amp; Autumn's horses, Pink ... they LOVE going to Montana to visit!! Wyatt want to quit school and be a cowboy in Montana now ~ I told him that he could decide when he turned 25 (that gives me a few years to get used to the idea :)!!)  Life is great!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-5484891608897051287?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5484891608897051287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=5484891608897051287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/5484891608897051287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/5484891608897051287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-few-updates.html' title='Just a few updates ...'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RwwfoP-DKaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DHLDh3dWujY/s72-c/DSCF1857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-138194869792315960</id><published>2007-09-28T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:44.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings, weddings, weddings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Rv1tTf-DKYI/AAAAAAAAACo/y4ix7wMdalI/s1600-h/Vol.+1+Engagement+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115364933529446786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Rv1tTf-DKYI/AAAAAAAAACo/y4ix7wMdalI/s320/Vol.+1+Engagement+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Benjamin J is getting married tomorrow (Sept. 29th). Emily was married this last April and is now expecting a little Payton-baby :) Samuel &amp;amp; Autumn are engaged and planning a wedding before the end of this year ~ I love that I'm getting so many more siblings!! After being the only married children for over 1/2 a decade and having the only grandbabies ... let's just say that I'm thinking it's about time! Here is a gorgeous engagement shot of Ben &amp;amp; Rach ... the boys are wearing WHITE tuxes tomorrow (they will be darling, but I'm packing multiple bleach pens). I think that I finally have the wedding video (I wish I knew how to put it online) done to Ben's specifications ... we'll see at the reception! Wish us ALL luck! Love to All ~ Especially those crazy cousins from Colorado :)!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Rv1uL_-DKZI/AAAAAAAAACw/jkRzeKfK3Rw/s1600-h/Vol.+2+Engagement+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115365904192055698" style="WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" height="69" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Rv1uL_-DKZI/AAAAAAAAACw/jkRzeKfK3Rw/s320/Vol.+2+Engagement+082.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-138194869792315960?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/138194869792315960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=138194869792315960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/138194869792315960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/138194869792315960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2007/09/weddings-weddings-weddings.html' title='Weddings, weddings, weddings...'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/Rv1tTf-DKYI/AAAAAAAAACo/y4ix7wMdalI/s72-c/Vol.+1+Engagement+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-6135016108018221196</id><published>2007-08-27T15:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:44.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wyatt's 5th birthday party ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;C&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RtNTjDkjLOI/AAAAAAAAABs/4WggNkXkNeA/s1600-h/DSCF0819_00_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103514664460037346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RtNTjDkjLOI/AAAAAAAAABs/4WggNkXkNeA/s320/DSCF0819_00_010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ooper James &amp; Wyatt Jay  ~  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wild Tuckett boys!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RtNTjjkjLPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1RI7OD6rXxg/s1600-h/DSCF0841_045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103514673049971954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RtNTjjkjLPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1RI7OD6rXxg/s320/DSCF0841_045.JPG" width="639" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-6135016108018221196?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6135016108018221196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=6135016108018221196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/6135016108018221196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/6135016108018221196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2007/08/wyatts-5th-birthday-party.html' title='Wyatt&apos;s 5th birthday party ...'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RtNTjDkjLOI/AAAAAAAAABs/4WggNkXkNeA/s72-c/DSCF0819_00_010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-7251972926878405886</id><published>2007-08-27T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:45.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May &amp; June 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RtNR9jkjLKI/AAAAAAAAABM/PzCCLRLqVLI/s1600-h/DSCF0407_061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103512920703315106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RtNR9jkjLKI/AAAAAAAAABM/PzCCLRLqVLI/s320/DSCF0407_061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt &amp; his dad @ preschool graduation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RtNR9zkjLLI/AAAAAAAAABU/DPUNzjxZlQs/s1600-h/DSCF0389_062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103512924998282418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RtNR9zkjLLI/AAAAAAAAABU/DPUNzjxZlQs/s320/DSCF0389_062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt singing, "Proud to be an American"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RtNR-TkjLMI/AAAAAAAAABc/fytn5aHzyek/s1600-h/DSCF0392_063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103512933588217026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RtNR-TkjLMI/AAAAAAAAABc/fytn5aHzyek/s320/DSCF0392_063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyrum @ Wy's grad thinking he's hot stuff ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-7251972926878405886?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7251972926878405886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=7251972926878405886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/7251972926878405886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/7251972926878405886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2007/08/may-june-2007.html' title='May &amp; June 2007'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RtNR9jkjLKI/AAAAAAAAABM/PzCCLRLqVLI/s72-c/DSCF0407_061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-8647324604125794140</id><published>2007-07-02T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:46.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute pictures of Em &amp; some fabulous cousins :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RolarSfBltI/AAAAAAAAAAk/F_aoN2cBP4I/s1600-h/DSCF0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082693354207155922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RolarSfBltI/AAAAAAAAAAk/F_aoN2cBP4I/s320/DSCF0197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RolarifBluI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CvXG_TMDKCc/s1600-h/DSCF0527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082693358502123234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RolarifBluI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CvXG_TMDKCc/s320/DSCF0527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I just wanted to add some more pictures from Em's wedding ... wanted to make sure that I had the ones from some of our favorite cousins ~ Ashley Mikell Egbert &amp;amp; Alexandria Jayne Egbert...what lovely, lovely girls they've turned into :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-8647324604125794140?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/8647324604125794140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=8647324604125794140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/8647324604125794140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/8647324604125794140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2007/07/cute-pictures-of-em-some-fabulous.html' title='Cute pictures of Em &amp; some fabulous cousins :)'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RolarSfBltI/AAAAAAAAAAk/F_aoN2cBP4I/s72-c/DSCF0197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-4537468751285108310</id><published>2007-06-27T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:47.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RoIUdifBlsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jWzTdtn-th4/s1600-h/DSCF0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080645827333035714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="268" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RoIUdifBlsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jWzTdtn-th4/s320/DSCF0102.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RoIT9CfBlrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uMm4a8qATco/s1600-h/DSCF0281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080645268987287218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="75" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RoIT9CfBlrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uMm4a8qATco/s320/DSCF0281.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RoIThyfBlqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rPbByVfqfFo/s1600-h/DSCF0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080644800835851938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="169" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RoIThyfBlqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rPbByVfqfFo/s320/DSCF0091.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So this week is the Phillip Egbert Reunion @ mom's ... we've had so much fun with Mitzi so far this week ... can't wait to spend more time with her and her fun family!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Here are a few pics from Em's wedding that I finally got downloaded ... isn't she pretty :) What fun! Has my baby sister really been married 2 months today?&lt;/span&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/6370262938255492533-4537468751285108310?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4537468751285108310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=4537468751285108310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4537468751285108310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/4537468751285108310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-this-week-is-phillip-egbert-reunion.html' title=''/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/RoIUdifBlsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jWzTdtn-th4/s72-c/DSCF0102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-3460283033419295924</id><published>2007-06-11T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T15:47:26.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kunz Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>The Kunz Family Reuion will is going to be at Green Canyon on June 29th &amp; 30th.  Should be lots of FUN!!!! The highlight of the month will happen in about 2 weeks when Aunt Mitzi &amp; Uncle Scott come from Wisconsin so that we can meet all of the new Mickelsen Cousins! Hooray!! :)  Wyatt's big birthday is on the 18th of June.  We are having "Wyatt's Round-Up".  We are going to have pony rides and everyone gets to have a bandana to wear and take home.  Should be awesome!  If only Aunt Mindy could come ~ then Wyatt would have everything he wanted for his birthday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-3460283033419295924?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3460283033419295924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=3460283033419295924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/3460283033419295924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/3460283033419295924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2007/06/kunz-family-reunion.html' title='Kunz Family Reunion'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370262938255492533.post-207120250780438663</id><published>2007-06-07T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T19:51:52.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The 1st annual Phillip Egbert Reunion will be held the end of June. We are doing it at Steve &amp; Monica's house in Sugar City ... we will be having a Hawaiian Luau :) Come for lots of fun &amp;amp; family!!! I'll add more info when I get the specifics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370262938255492533-207120250780438663?l=annietuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/207120250780438663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370262938255492533&amp;postID=207120250780438663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/207120250780438663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370262938255492533/posts/default/207120250780438663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietuckett.blogspot.com/2007/06/family-reunion.html' title='Family Reunion'/><author><name>annie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEQ_bwJu9Ik/R598IpOu2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pJDxBDZqRqY/S220/qafam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
