<?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-6432312555536798627</id><updated>2011-10-03T16:10:40.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melanie &amp; Trent Clegg</title><subtitle type='html'>Established: 2002</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-4281386164392049764</id><published>2011-10-03T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T16:10:40.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idaho Trip Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ik43hhYmYv0/Too4-f_l_VI/AAAAAAAAAx0/bMBqSeSTPr4/s1600/198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ik43hhYmYv0/Too4-f_l_VI/AAAAAAAAAx0/bMBqSeSTPr4/s400/198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659398528135724370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to church and after we went to see where Grammy works on the farm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VI3T6uZNPIg/Too_gQYcPXI/AAAAAAAAAzk/KT69OVH2Y-o/s1600/209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VI3T6uZNPIg/Too_gQYcPXI/AAAAAAAAAzk/KT69OVH2Y-o/s400/209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659405705130294642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And where Gramps shop is when he isn't out harvesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TG-EI_HiTDA/Too5XuNCj-I/AAAAAAAAAx8/8EFPTPgUxY8/s1600/203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TG-EI_HiTDA/Too5XuNCj-I/AAAAAAAAAx8/8EFPTPgUxY8/s400/203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659398961446948834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grammy informed me that she keeps the candy jar stocked and her desk looking nice and neat. Gramps shop was surprisingly clean. Unlike his one in Duchesne, haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cvFmhNhOssw/Too6APHY4QI/AAAAAAAAAyU/g86oRgcMYpc/s1600/208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cvFmhNhOssw/Too6APHY4QI/AAAAAAAAAyU/g86oRgcMYpc/s400/208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659399657476382978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is where the potatoes are boxed and get ready for shipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xWWjNL9wa6I/Too5_xnMd1I/AAAAAAAAAyM/ATyXx5WqPXI/s1600/211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xWWjNL9wa6I/Too5_xnMd1I/AAAAAAAAAyM/ATyXx5WqPXI/s400/211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659399649556723538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The green line at the top is how full they fill this cellar with potatoes. I was amazed at how high it was. That's alot of spuds! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sND1RP2GD-g/Too6f6Xz2zI/AAAAAAAAAyc/52kmD2u777Y/s1600/213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sND1RP2GD-g/Too6f6Xz2zI/AAAAAAAAAyc/52kmD2u777Y/s400/213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659400201663929138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammy and I wanted to get some sweet corn to take home, so we went through the field picking it. I had never done this and was nervous I would pick one that wasn't ready. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yC7VeuOy1Uk/Too673cMjxI/AAAAAAAAAyk/TXAJF_Jd2ss/s1600/216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yC7VeuOy1Uk/Too673cMjxI/AAAAAAAAAyk/TXAJF_Jd2ss/s400/216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659400681913356050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparently she knew what she was doing. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iSgZkda8ykA/Too-iOhKLvI/AAAAAAAAAzc/262qgWwPckU/s1600/222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iSgZkda8ykA/Too-iOhKLvI/AAAAAAAAAzc/262qgWwPckU/s400/222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659404639478099698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got alot of corn! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EI67CVAguik/Too7c87yxwI/AAAAAAAAAys/CGxTdl0c610/s1600/233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EI67CVAguik/Too7c87yxwI/AAAAAAAAAys/CGxTdl0c610/s400/233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659401250323744514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were even filling our pockets... LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3EeLcLhWxKw/Too7dT1g47I/AAAAAAAAAy0/dLhM4qB5qs0/s1600/234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3EeLcLhWxKw/Too7dT1g47I/AAAAAAAAAy0/dLhM4qB5qs0/s400/234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659401256471421874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gramps took me through the feeder corn because it is so tall, my grammy was a little worried that I would get lost. I'm glad I followed my gramps, cuz after we got a little ways in I didn't know which way it was we came from or how to get out. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yp82yJdIRUA/Too7_1NyymI/AAAAAAAAAy8/_i3widWgPTk/s1600/237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yp82yJdIRUA/Too7_1NyymI/AAAAAAAAAy8/_i3widWgPTk/s400/237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659401849547180642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back to great grams house, my gramps asked me if I wanted some potatoes. Of course I did! Who is gonna turn down fresh red potatoes?! So he stopped the car and we got out and went into the potato field and dug some up. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MmC0UjvCfDs/Too8nDF8BxI/AAAAAAAAAzE/F45-lg9TH_E/s1600/244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MmC0UjvCfDs/Too8nDF8BxI/AAAAAAAAAzE/F45-lg9TH_E/s400/244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659402523287226130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGnN_z9UKpo/Too9foLpcOI/AAAAAAAAAzM/HCR-Q3ObPwM/s1600/246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGnN_z9UKpo/Too9foLpcOI/AAAAAAAAAzM/HCR-Q3ObPwM/s400/246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659403495315960034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Growing up, I have always learned that by serving others we are serving the Lord. I am greatful for my grandparents example of that throughout my entire life. And I am so glad that Trent and I were able to go and spend time with them and feel of their spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ao0dWk8vMIY/Too9wTC6jGI/AAAAAAAAAzU/OlWFRV8aTRc/s1600/194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ao0dWk8vMIY/Too9wTC6jGI/AAAAAAAAAzU/OlWFRV8aTRc/s400/194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659403781699964002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had the best time in the world and are so excited to go back!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-4281386164392049764?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/4281386164392049764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=4281386164392049764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/4281386164392049764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/4281386164392049764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2011/10/idaho-trip-part-2.html' title='Idaho Trip Part 2'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ik43hhYmYv0/Too4-f_l_VI/AAAAAAAAAx0/bMBqSeSTPr4/s72-c/198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-1076167624971284562</id><published>2011-09-22T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T09:49:24.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idaho Trip Part 1</title><content type='html'>Trent and I have been meaning to go to Idaho to see my grandparents for some time now. It just so happened we were able to find time to go and really had an amazing time! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kMvaJRnCLME/TntgUCQT_2I/AAAAAAAAAvE/j9CS4UJEZqw/s1600/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kMvaJRnCLME/TntgUCQT_2I/AAAAAAAAAvE/j9CS4UJEZqw/s400/060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655219654412730210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8rOmJdValnQ/TntgTruyt3I/AAAAAAAAAu8/Yl5cpmq2SzQ/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8rOmJdValnQ/TntgTruyt3I/AAAAAAAAAu8/Yl5cpmq2SzQ/s400/057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655219648366557042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long drive to Idaho and we made a stop in Logan to drop off some stuff to my sister. I was, of course, glad that we made the stop. I miss my sister and her family so much since they went back to Logan for school. After we left her house we headed towards Idaho Falls, it was getting late and as soon as we got outside of Logan it became the worst downpour I have ever driven through. We were only going 30 miles an hour all the way to Pocatello and I was exhausted and so we stopped and got a room in this amazing hotel!! It was seriously the nicest hotel I have ever stayed in. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I9FkYvLkE5Q/TntgoszsPvI/AAAAAAAAAvM/NzmMQCQY59A/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I9FkYvLkE5Q/TntgoszsPvI/AAAAAAAAAvM/NzmMQCQY59A/s400/075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655220009432792818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait to get up the next morning and go see my grandparents!! We had so much to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z-MxC35mIXQ/TnthpKuNlMI/AAAAAAAAAvc/QMrB5iqiIic/s1600/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z-MxC35mIXQ/TnthpKuNlMI/AAAAAAAAAvc/QMrB5iqiIic/s400/079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655221116974503106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trackside Mall (if anyone ever wants to find antique stuff, go here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jp0iA_wtDsw/TntiUy2eMlI/AAAAAAAAAv0/pndLoPIfeeg/s1600/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jp0iA_wtDsw/TntiUy2eMlI/AAAAAAAAAv0/pndLoPIfeeg/s400/092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655221866480939602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DJQDgptQWug/TntiUi5NaPI/AAAAAAAAAvs/fW3vExJr_L4/s1600/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DJQDgptQWug/TntiUi5NaPI/AAAAAAAAAvs/fW3vExJr_L4/s400/090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655221862197455090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iiURgmDM5bU/TntiUYa-1-I/AAAAAAAAAvk/NErA0wBwb3A/s1600/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iiURgmDM5bU/TntiUYa-1-I/AAAAAAAAAvk/NErA0wBwb3A/s400/089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655221859386316770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mackay BBQ (my mom grew up here and the people were so nice, I felt like I was at home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rogK2qDBIx0/Tntje9j5VkI/AAAAAAAAAwc/fyjD-ESKMAY/s1600/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rogK2qDBIx0/Tntje9j5VkI/AAAAAAAAAwc/fyjD-ESKMAY/s400/105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655223140666136130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kyY9X89aV0E/Tntjem001jI/AAAAAAAAAwU/cMvR85GuXoY/s1600/104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kyY9X89aV0E/Tntjem001jI/AAAAAAAAAwU/cMvR85GuXoY/s400/104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655223134563128882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k4se68czkGo/TntjeT1ORGI/AAAAAAAAAwM/N1e-oMAywq0/s1600/103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k4se68czkGo/TntjeT1ORGI/AAAAAAAAAwM/N1e-oMAywq0/s400/103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655223129464521826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S4C5Ni1mb0Q/TntjeHTKhCI/AAAAAAAAAwE/7R2zkjui5J0/s1600/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S4C5Ni1mb0Q/TntjeHTKhCI/AAAAAAAAAwE/7R2zkjui5J0/s400/101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655223126100444194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eo0toq8R6bA/Tntjd1iQrlI/AAAAAAAAAv8/1s4-ynmB9O8/s1600/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eo0toq8R6bA/Tntjd1iQrlI/AAAAAAAAAv8/1s4-ynmB9O8/s400/094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655223121331924562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little exploring the old mines &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtqmdpXRNNM/TntkO3uJAeI/AAAAAAAAAw0/LzK1Y05arng/s1600/147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtqmdpXRNNM/TntkO3uJAeI/AAAAAAAAAw0/LzK1Y05arng/s400/147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655223963732214242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K3_evfAzVw0/TntkO1HIO4I/AAAAAAAAAws/6WHIT-vd6tE/s1600/145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K3_evfAzVw0/TntkO1HIO4I/AAAAAAAAAws/6WHIT-vd6tE/s400/145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655223963031714690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nI6i-btzRIA/TntkOlG2BnI/AAAAAAAAAwk/AyJr_gcZRm4/s1600/140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nI6i-btzRIA/TntkOlG2BnI/AAAAAAAAAwk/AyJr_gcZRm4/s400/140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655223958735554162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The East farm (my grandpa was harvesting wheat on this field and showed us how to drive the tractor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-26FXquFxPfM/Tntk-pxvkUI/AAAAAAAAAxM/E-pHHczyrS4/s1600/157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-26FXquFxPfM/Tntk-pxvkUI/AAAAAAAAAxM/E-pHHczyrS4/s400/157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655224784622948674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OCJsd8PkDkM/Tntk-XPHpSI/AAAAAAAAAxE/3cacCDLrt8s/s1600/155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OCJsd8PkDkM/Tntk-XPHpSI/AAAAAAAAAxE/3cacCDLrt8s/s400/155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655224779645887778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6JylYRpiSnI/Tntk-Gru7uI/AAAAAAAAAw8/rXRp4MQ_QuQ/s1600/153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6JylYRpiSnI/Tntk-Gru7uI/AAAAAAAAAw8/rXRp4MQ_QuQ/s400/153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655224775202500322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the BIG tractor! It was HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p-jpSIu62Rk/Tntlmk2n8RI/AAAAAAAAAxc/GpObEHV0wF8/s1600/163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p-jpSIu62Rk/Tntlmk2n8RI/AAAAAAAAAxc/GpObEHV0wF8/s400/163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655225470496010514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m6rKTqp5_H4/TntlmR_IUTI/AAAAAAAAAxU/7Z5-UVH0Ayc/s1600/160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m6rKTqp5_H4/TntlmR_IUTI/AAAAAAAAAxU/7Z5-UVH0Ayc/s400/160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655225465431413042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I loved the sunset! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lR0gmz_KDAA/TntmMLge-lI/AAAAAAAAAxs/9pa2OqCk4Q0/s1600/191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lR0gmz_KDAA/TntmMLge-lI/AAAAAAAAAxs/9pa2OqCk4Q0/s400/191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655226116527290962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M76DJ6b3SOs/TntmLziOk1I/AAAAAAAAAxk/qM2TGC6SM2k/s1600/183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M76DJ6b3SOs/TntmLziOk1I/AAAAAAAAAxk/qM2TGC6SM2k/s400/183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655226110092153682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course we had to make a short stop to see the Idaho Falls Temple!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-1076167624971284562?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/1076167624971284562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=1076167624971284562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/1076167624971284562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/1076167624971284562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2011/09/idaho-trip-part-1.html' title='Idaho Trip Part 1'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kMvaJRnCLME/TntgUCQT_2I/AAAAAAAAAvE/j9CS4UJEZqw/s72-c/060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-6960316400939214988</id><published>2011-02-14T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:11:43.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>This year for Valentine's I decided to make a heart shaped cake for Trent. I love to bake, but this cake... for some reason just didn't sound fun to me. I had to frost it and decorate it?? Who does that for fun?! Alas, I did it! I made the cake on Sunday night so that it would be cooled down enough for me to decorate on Monday. I told Trent that I was making the cake for my mom. He believed me. Good job me!! It worked out perfectly. Right before we went out for dinner, I gave him his cake. He was surprised! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--JGIbrSdQ0s/TVoHvArupmI/AAAAAAAAAt8/FMVk65nMTkU/s1600/vday%2Bcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--JGIbrSdQ0s/TVoHvArupmI/AAAAAAAAAt8/FMVk65nMTkU/s400/vday%2Bcake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573775993043068514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did a good job at spoiling me today. He woke me up with a basket of bubble bath and bath salts. LOVED THEM! Then when I got home there was a dozen white roses! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C0IFkNx0Ll0/TVoITxIIBmI/AAAAAAAAAuE/JynYLZqkGdQ/s1600/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C0IFkNx0Ll0/TVoITxIIBmI/AAAAAAAAAuE/JynYLZqkGdQ/s400/flowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573776624522364514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are gorgeous and I put them on my night stand so that I can look at them first thing in the morning. We were going to try out the new Chinese place in town, but after we went and picked up our "other" date (my mom), it was PACKED! So we decided to just go with boring old cowans instead. I should have just made dinner, probably would have been better. But Trent wanted to take us out, so I couldn't complain! lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so greatful for my husband and friend. Thanks for listening to me complain and letting me cry for hours about the stupidest of things, especially lately. Thank you for a great day! I love you so much and hope we have many more Valentines Days to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-6960316400939214988?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/6960316400939214988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=6960316400939214988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/6960316400939214988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/6960316400939214988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--JGIbrSdQ0s/TVoHvArupmI/AAAAAAAAAt8/FMVk65nMTkU/s72-c/vday%2Bcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-7554863096061423592</id><published>2010-10-24T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T18:45:49.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Been Happening?</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a LONG time, so I thought that since I was sitting here, I would do a quick post of what has been going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still work for Land Professionals, which does oil research for some local oil companies. I love my job and have a great boss! The crew isn't so bad to work with either. lol  I also started selling pampered chef. I might have mentioned that before. But alot happened and I kinda put it on the shelf for awhile. But I am really trying to get back into it. I have my first real party this week and I'm kinda nervous, but I'm excited too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent... he's had a rough go. He doesn't have a job right now, but he is lookin for one. He has applied at a few different places, but hasn't heard anything back yet. He does some side work for this lady in town and that keeps him a little busy. But he makes up for it by doing the laundry and cleaning the house. So it helps! lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of house... We moved into a rental house in town. We love it! I hate all the bills (who doesn't) but its ours and I'm starting to decorate it a little more here and there. We've been here since the beginning of September and we're finally starting to settle in and get use to the quiet. It's definately a change from my mom's place. We couldn't bring our cat, Lucky or our dog, Goliath. And I miss them alot, but my mom is a great grandma and is taking care of them for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for now, but I'll post some pictures as soon as it isn't raining outside and I can get a decent picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-7554863096061423592?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/7554863096061423592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=7554863096061423592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/7554863096061423592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/7554863096061423592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2010/10/whats-been-happening.html' title='What&apos;s Been Happening?'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-8400658029869256609</id><published>2010-04-13T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T08:58:18.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Blog to Follow</title><content type='html'>Hey All! My sister has a new blog that I think is cute! She has really good idea's on there. Go check it out!!! It's: desire2create.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-8400658029869256609?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/8400658029869256609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=8400658029869256609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/8400658029869256609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/8400658029869256609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-blog-to-follow.html' title='A New Blog to Follow'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-2835083396791254303</id><published>2010-04-12T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:21:38.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pampered Chef</title><content type='html'>Hey All! Just a quick note to let everyone know that I started selling Pampered Chef. I am really excited to be starting with them. If you know of anyone that wants to have a party, please pass along my name. Thanks everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-2835083396791254303?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/2835083396791254303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=2835083396791254303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/2835083396791254303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/2835083396791254303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2010/04/pampered-chef.html' title='Pampered Chef'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-23988503161968162</id><published>2010-03-05T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:24:22.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Love to Give...</title><content type='html'>I have always been a fan of animals. Especially cats, since I was a little girl. So when Trent became the animal control officer (fka, the dog catcher, lol) I was kinda excited. He'll get to see all these animals and take them to their owners and it will be fun. I didn't think about all the late night or middle of dinner calls that came with the job. And as much as I complain, I really love that he has a job and that he is doing something that he like's doing. For the most part he loves it. There are definately some moments where he would rather be doing anything besides taking a dog or cat to the shelter because he knows what will happen if they are there too long. But he tries really hard to find a home for them before he takes them over there. You would be suprised at how many people call him because they can't take care of their pets anymore and want to do an owner release. How could you not want your pet? I know some people can't afford it or landlords won't let you take them in the apartments, but it's just sad. So when Trent brought home this beautiful dog, I immediately fell in love with it. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S5FuduUJB5I/AAAAAAAAAsk/6uod02fvZzE/s1600-h/IMG_7360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S5FuduUJB5I/AAAAAAAAAsk/6uod02fvZzE/s400/IMG_7360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445254881395410834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The owner had called Trent crying telling him that she couldn't have him in her apartment and that she needed him to take him to the pound. Trent could't do it. He brought it up to the county building to see if anyone wanted him. He was too big for people around here. I think I bounded with him instantly because he was big like me! LOL! He just needs someone to love. So we adopted him, sorry mom! I love him. I come home every day from work and pet him and he licks me and I can't wait for the snow to be gone so we can go on long walks. Because he is so big, we kept his name that the previous owner, so his name is Goliath. He is a lab/chow mix and he is so good and smart! Trent plays ball with him every day. We bought him a soccor ball, but he deflated it in a matter of hours. So he has a volleyball now. And Goliath and my mom's dogs Jasmine and Flo love to play together. He's a fun addition to our little family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, there are so many animals in shelters that need a good home. If they are in the shelter for too long they will be put down. If you need an animal or you know of someone looking for one, go to your local shelter and adopt one! All animals deserve a chance to be loved by someone. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S5FzXOTYtDI/AAAAAAAAAss/7ijm5YYclHo/s1600-h/IMG_8032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S5FzXOTYtDI/AAAAAAAAAss/7ijm5YYclHo/s400/IMG_8032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445260267281232946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This puppy is one that was found at someone's home. Trent and I kept him overnight at our house to try and find a home for him the next day. My neice and nephew LOVED him. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S5Fz13jMOVI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HbtmApf_czs/s1600-h/IMG_8030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S5Fz13jMOVI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HbtmApf_czs/s400/IMG_8030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445260793749453138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S5Fz1Yr-fxI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Nq--yfWG-ik/s1600-h/IMG_8031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S5Fz1Yr-fxI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Nq--yfWG-ik/s400/IMG_8031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445260785464803090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And even my dear sister, who cussed me for keeping Goliath, liked this little puppy. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S5F0Ia4QygI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Tpx_teM3qck/s1600-h/IMG_8027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S5F0Ia4QygI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Tpx_teM3qck/s400/IMG_8027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445261112470718978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was so cute! Luckily we found a home for this puppy. He went to a great home with kids and he is being taken care of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-23988503161968162?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/23988503161968162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=23988503161968162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/23988503161968162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/23988503161968162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-always-been-fan-of-animals.html' title='A Little Love to Give...'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S5FuduUJB5I/AAAAAAAAAsk/6uod02fvZzE/s72-c/IMG_7360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-2750624531804659808</id><published>2010-03-01T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T13:05:43.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Recipes?</title><content type='html'>Any of you viewers out there need a new recipe to try out for dinner. Well some friends of mine just started a new blog. They have some yummy looking recipes on there for you to try out. http://betterthanburgers.blogspot.com/ Thanks for the yummy recipes! Can't wait to try some of them out!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-2750624531804659808?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/2750624531804659808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=2750624531804659808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/2750624531804659808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/2750624531804659808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-recipes.html' title='New Recipes?'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-7444708680410775084</id><published>2010-02-21T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T18:13:20.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson Learned</title><content type='html'>I grew up in a family where serving others is a major part of what we do. We are constantly all year long doing something to serve the community, whether it be Easter Egg Hunts, 4th of July, Fireworks at the Fair, or Sub for Santa. So why did it take a friend of mine to make me realize that I need to take a HUGE step back and think about the way I treat others. I don't know if anyone really thinks about it, but the people that we serve at Christmas time doing Sub for Santa still have problems after the holiday has come and gone. My friend recently taught me that it doesn't matter what they look like on the outside, they are still human beings who deserve to be treated the same way we would treat our family and closest friends. Here is the story... after lunch one day last week, we were on our way back to work when we passed two guys walking up Altamont highway. Grocery bags in arms and thumbs sticking out, looking for a ride. My first instict and thoughts were, oh please don't stop and pick them up. Luckily my dreams came true and my friend kept driving. However, this is not where the story ends. My friend knew who these two men were and told me that she felt bad that they had so far to walk to get home. Being quick to judge I said, well then go pick them up and we'll lysol your truck after we drop them off. She said, no, I can't, you'll judge me. I immediately felt like a complete idiot! I had cast the first stone at these men because of the way they looked. I quickly said I wouldn't judge her and we should go get them and take them where ever they needed to go. She made me swear that I wouldn't tell anyone that she picked up some hitch hikers. I promised and we flipped around to go get them. We pulled over to the side of the road, she rolled down the window and asked if they needed a ride and they climbed in. I instantly held my breath, these two men smelled like cigarette smoke and dirt. She asked where to and they told us that Tabby turnoff would be great because they had hidden some stuff there to take home. We started up the road and I listened as my friend asked them all sorts of questions, about their family, there home, what they were doing back out in the basin. I listened as they told of how they had come back to the basin to look for work, and how they were going to go out looking for wood when they got home because someone had gone to their home and taken their stack of wood they had outside. They kept telling her how greatful they were for the short ride because it was so cold outside. We came up to their stop, climbed out and they thanked her again for the ride. And I watched these men as they went to the place they had hidden their items and began their walk toward their home through some snowcovered sagebrush, wearing coats with holes in them and shoes that were not made for trudging through the snow. My friend told me of how things had become really hard for their family after their mom passed away, and how they had to save for everything they had. I apologized for the way that I had passed judgement so quickly and we got back to our office and the conversation about these men had stopped and we got back to work. But the thought has stayed with me since this day... what gave me the right to judge these people? Why did I have to immediately think that I was so better than them? Was it because I had a vehicle? A warm home? Money in my pocket? I guess so. Now I am not saying that picking up hitch hikers is always a good thing. But if you see someone walking that you know, maybe pull over and ask if they need a ride. You never know what kind of a day or circumstance put them in that predicament. These men did not harm me, or pass judgement on me. I didn't even know them. I am not any better than they. I might have a few more worldly belongings, but these two men and my friend taught me a great lesson... quit looking at the outward appearance! Smile and say hello to everyone, no matter what they are wearing, what their hair looks like that day, what they smell like. That small act might make all the difference to them. I would like to tell my friend thank you. I will always remember that day and I am proud to call you my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look not on his countenance, or on the height of his stature; because I have refused him: for the Lord seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward cappearance, but the Lord looketh on the heart." 1 Samuel 16:7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-7444708680410775084?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/7444708680410775084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=7444708680410775084' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/7444708680410775084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/7444708680410775084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2010/02/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson Learned'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-6587876067017397925</id><published>2010-02-01T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:28:35.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year... Hopefully A New Me!!!</title><content type='html'>For those of you who have known me my entire life, or even those of you who have just known me for a few years, probably know that I am not one who likes to excersize... AT ALL! I danced when I was little and then stopped dancing when I was on the drill team my senior year of high school. So that gives me about 10 years of doing absolutely nothing for my health. Well this past few weeks I have been trying to watch what I eat, portion control and not drinking sugary drinks. But I knew that I needed to do something besides that. I couldn't just watch what I was eating and hope that the pounds came off. So I was more than happy when a friend of mine suggested that we, my four friends and myself, go to a &lt;a href="http://kidshealth.org/teen/food_fitness/exercise/kickboxing.html"&gt;kickboxing&lt;/a&gt; class in Roosevelt once a week. What a great start I said to myself. I would start with once a week and hopefully be able to find something I can do at home the rest of the week to get my heart beat racing a little. But what I wasn't expecting was the great pain I was in last week from our first time at the class. I have NEVER experienced so much pain my life. It wasn't just in my legs, or even just in my arms... it was my ENTIRE body. It hurt to get out of bed, to walk around, to sit on the toilet (sorry, but it's true). It hurt to do everything. So why would I want to go back and put myself through that again??? Well... I was looking through some recent pictures and I decided I really didn't like what I was seeing! So when the time came to have to go to class again, I had to go! I really didn't want to, but I went and I had a great time and I don't hurt as bad. It probably helped that I warmed up before I just dove in. But it felt good to have my pulse racing and doing the steps and watching the teacher and working out with friends and the music that they played wasn't too bad either. lol But what I suggest for all you readers out there is to get off the couch! Go to a gym, walk on the treadmill, I don't care... lets get ourselves in better shape for this year! Let's make it to 2011 in better shape than we started 2010!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-6587876067017397925?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/6587876067017397925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=6587876067017397925' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/6587876067017397925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/6587876067017397925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-year-hopefully-new-me.html' title='A New Year... Hopefully A New Me!!!'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-3213303543729188127</id><published>2010-02-01T20:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:13:09.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Post for Thanksgiving and Christmas</title><content type='html'>So I know that we are MONTHS past these two holidays, but I need to just write a short paragraph about them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving...&lt;br /&gt;We had an amazing Thanksgiving, thanks to my Aunt Susie and her family. They did a great job with the turkey, stuffing and potatoes. And everyone else contributed in other ways, but I have to say (sorry in advance Grammy) that it was the best turkey I have had in my entire life! It was just so juicy and yummy and I can't explain it, but it was SOOOO good. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S2epaS0EurI/AAAAAAAAAq8/eqq6RvMcuW0/s1600-h/IMG_7023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S2epaS0EurI/AAAAAAAAAq8/eqq6RvMcuW0/s400/IMG_7023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433497744637737650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had a great time hanging out with my family! Before we ate, me and my cousins got together for a little "photoshoot" for fun. Here are some of the pictures that we took. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S2eq-0Vlb3I/AAAAAAAAArk/UMyD0ZCHBMY/s1600-h/IMG_6954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S2eq-0Vlb3I/AAAAAAAAArk/UMyD0ZCHBMY/s400/IMG_6954.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433499471623581554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S2eq-cxK12I/AAAAAAAAArc/oK4_ay0uW34/s1600-h/IMG_6966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S2eq-cxK12I/AAAAAAAAArc/oK4_ay0uW34/s400/IMG_6966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433499465296828258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S2eq9963THI/AAAAAAAAArU/H4mCYTfuj3I/s1600-h/IMG_6965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S2eq9963THI/AAAAAAAAArU/H4mCYTfuj3I/s400/IMG_6965.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433499457015991410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S2eq9DsB2AI/AAAAAAAAArM/ZeSc5AcgZG4/s1600-h/IMG_6968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S2eq9DsB2AI/AAAAAAAAArM/ZeSc5AcgZG4/s400/IMG_6968.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433499441384511490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S2eq8WK0n0I/AAAAAAAAArE/S9gOenbrhrw/s1600-h/IMG_6992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S2eq8WK0n0I/AAAAAAAAArE/S9gOenbrhrw/s400/IMG_6992.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433499429165637442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas time! It is by far my favorite holiday. I love being with my family and having an opportunity to just watch movies, play games (thanks Megs for Killer Bunnies... no one wants to play with me, could be the name? lol), go bowling &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S2ethjrk-YI/AAAAAAAAAr0/iwac2u48wfs/s1600-h/IMG_7545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S2ethjrk-YI/AAAAAAAAAr0/iwac2u48wfs/s400/IMG_7545.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433502267471100290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, or just sit and talk with them. This year was a little different because we were missing my cousin CJ who is currently serving a mission in Bulgaria and enjoying every minute. So that was a little weird to not have him there, but we did get to talk to him for awhile. We all gathered in my grandparents kitchen and put the phone on speaker. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S2etQc4u-_I/AAAAAAAAArs/Oplcpzb9IdE/s1600-h/IMG_7513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S2etQc4u-_I/AAAAAAAAArs/Oplcpzb9IdE/s400/IMG_7513.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433501973589457906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I just love getting to spend time with everyone and hear what is new and exciting in their lives. I do have to say that my favorite thing about this Christmas, was getting to spend some fun times with Andrew and Olivia. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S2eywgcCeoI/AAAAAAAAAsc/_ZPCsDmlpzw/s1600-h/IMG_7438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S2eywgcCeoI/AAAAAAAAAsc/_ZPCsDmlpzw/s400/IMG_7438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433508021856795266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S2eyv_q57JI/AAAAAAAAAsU/qxT-7HcTBAA/s1600-h/IMG_7375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S2eyv_q57JI/AAAAAAAAAsU/qxT-7HcTBAA/s400/IMG_7375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433508013060779154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S2eyvbfxJBI/AAAAAAAAAsM/-kihH6LwhvE/s1600-h/IMG_7523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S2eyvbfxJBI/AAAAAAAAAsM/-kihH6LwhvE/s400/IMG_7523.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433508003350389778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S2eyuzzWvVI/AAAAAAAAAsE/rx03Vf2orHg/s1600-h/IMG_7528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S2eyuzzWvVI/AAAAAAAAAsE/rx03Vf2orHg/s400/IMG_7528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433507992695127378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S2eytwtYoJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/FXF7fY8nlzY/s1600-h/IMG_7593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S2eytwtYoJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/FXF7fY8nlzY/s400/IMG_7593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433507974684909714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watching them be excited about silly things makes me wish I was a kid again. To forget about all the bad in the world and just think about how much good there is when your a kid. No fear, no hate, no dissappointment over silly things, nothing ever seems bad when your a kid... I am grateful for those two little people in my life. So for this Christmas season, I have to thank my Heavenly Father for giving me two little people in this world that I want to be a better person for. Thanks to my amazing family for the love they give me every day and of course for all the laughs that we have shared throughout the years! I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-3213303543729188127?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/3213303543729188127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=3213303543729188127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/3213303543729188127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/3213303543729188127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2010/02/late-post-for-thanksgiving-and.html' title='Late Post for Thanksgiving and Christmas'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/S2epaS0EurI/AAAAAAAAAq8/eqq6RvMcuW0/s72-c/IMG_7023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-4520771749682179462</id><published>2009-11-15T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:43:55.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So You Think You Can Dance...</title><content type='html'>I am totally addicted to any TV show that has pretty much anything to do with dance. But my favorite is &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCqVrjHgdI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ZRybmgu9S5E/s1600/IMG_6658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCqVrjHgdI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ZRybmgu9S5E/s400/IMG_6658.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404506842288587218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got an email that said that tickets went on sale, so I got on and bought tickets on the 21st row!!! I'm sure we could have got better seats, but it was still good seats. Lights went out and the opening number began... I was super excited and started cheering. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCqrMKP8nI/AAAAAAAAAqE/vECJyOMDim4/s1600/IMG_6664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCqrMKP8nI/AAAAAAAAAqE/vECJyOMDim4/s400/IMG_6664.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404507211819905650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They performed all of my favorite dances, addiction, battlefield, calle ocho, bank robbers, the necklace, paso doble, and my personal favorite and touching breast cancer routine. Here are a couple of pictures that I happened to get. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCtFTdZPeI/AAAAAAAAAqk/yvrCKDOBzIk/s1600/IMG_6836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCtFTdZPeI/AAAAAAAAAqk/yvrCKDOBzIk/s400/IMG_6836.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404509859479109090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCtE9wS-aI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ykiQloyjvgU/s1600/IMG_6767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCtE9wS-aI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ykiQloyjvgU/s400/IMG_6767.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404509853652810146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCtEbhGECI/AAAAAAAAAqU/6M560eNgHOc/s1600/IMG_6816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCtEbhGECI/AAAAAAAAAqU/6M560eNgHOc/s400/IMG_6816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404509844462243874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCtEOHwRvI/AAAAAAAAAqM/_OHTGJEq3qU/s1600/IMG_6834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCtEOHwRvI/AAAAAAAAAqM/_OHTGJEq3qU/s400/IMG_6834.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404509840866297586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All too soon it was time for the last number. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCuQCpOTJI/AAAAAAAAAq0/fmOsrpCOq4I/s1600/IMG_6842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCuQCpOTJI/AAAAAAAAAq0/fmOsrpCOq4I/s400/IMG_6842.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404511143455509650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had a great time with the girls! I love these women and the only thing that would have made it better is if my Grams, sweet Cassidy and Aunt Shelly could have made it with us. I know they would have loved watching the performances. Here is who went with me. My mom, Megan, Susie, Christy, Lindsey, Jennifer and Emily. We have to go next year for sure! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCt7SkbhqI/AAAAAAAAAqs/9TUDSrqGFu0/s1600/IMG_6847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCt7SkbhqI/AAAAAAAAAqs/9TUDSrqGFu0/s400/IMG_6847.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404510786953119394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-4520771749682179462?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/4520771749682179462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=4520771749682179462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/4520771749682179462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/4520771749682179462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-you-think-you-can-dance.html' title='So You Think You Can Dance...'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCqVrjHgdI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ZRybmgu9S5E/s72-c/IMG_6658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-8331553246418872490</id><published>2009-11-15T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:21:31.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Interesting Concert</title><content type='html'>Two of my best friends and I went to a concert on October 30th. I was super pumped and we bought t-shirts before hand so I didn't have to worry about spending an arm and a leg for a shirt or anything else they had for sale. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCoKJknayI/AAAAAAAAApk/f57a_gPIubU/s1600/IMG_6614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCoKJknayI/AAAAAAAAApk/f57a_gPIubU/s400/IMG_6614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404504445166250786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  There were two opening bands... and they were uhm... weird! But I wasn't going to let anything stand in my way of having a great time with my friends and listening to The Sounds.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCoufb-pWI/AAAAAAAAAps/0-W7xjW-naQ/s1600/10+30+09+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCoufb-pWI/AAAAAAAAAps/0-W7xjW-naQ/s400/10+30+09+028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404505069510894946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While the performance was happening I happened to catch a glance of someone I thought looked familiar. Not like a person I know personally, but someone I had seen before. So I asked my friends if they had seen the guy. They looked close and sure enough, it was Chet from the Real World Brooklyn! He was there in the front row, taking some pictures. We got some far away pics, but we really wanted to go down and get one with him. The place was packed and hard to leave, so we just hoped that we would see him when it was over. Sure enough... HE WAS! And we got a pic with him. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCo_RSZj4I/AAAAAAAAAp0/jQb0L5WTRZY/s1600/10+30+09+053+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCo_RSZj4I/AAAAAAAAAp0/jQb0L5WTRZY/s400/10+30+09+053+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404505357770395522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is from Utah originally and we asked him if he traveled with the bands. Turns out he was friends with one of the singers of the opening bands and met up with him in Salt Lake and came to the concert for fun. It was great! I had a good time with my friends and was glad that I got to spend some time with the girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-8331553246418872490?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/8331553246418872490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=8331553246418872490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/8331553246418872490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/8331553246418872490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/11/very-interesting-concert.html' title='Very Interesting Concert'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCoKJknayI/AAAAAAAAApk/f57a_gPIubU/s72-c/IMG_6614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-7929882402347354596</id><published>2009-11-15T17:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:08:26.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love to see the temple...</title><content type='html'>About a month ago, I was in the Salt Lake area and I was a little bored. So I thought that I would take a little drive to a place that always seems to bring me to what the meaning of life really is. I sat at the temple grounds for nearly 30 minutes. Watching wedding pictures being taken, engagements happening, people going in for a session, and just looking at the scenery and loving how beautiful the fall is and the temple in the background. I took a few pictures. I was nervous about getting out and walking around because I didn't want to disturb the events taking place. But here are a few of my favorites. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCl04TOrhI/AAAAAAAAApc/KvQcHrU6Ee4/s1600/IMG_6483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCl04TOrhI/AAAAAAAAApc/KvQcHrU6Ee4/s400/IMG_6483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404501880729415186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCl0fzy5xI/AAAAAAAAApU/iGqZ8CHAV3k/s1600/IMG_6481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCl0fzy5xI/AAAAAAAAApU/iGqZ8CHAV3k/s400/IMG_6481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404501874155120402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwClz48ZLYI/AAAAAAAAApM/uEbaAQqA4W0/s1600/IMG_6478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwClz48ZLYI/AAAAAAAAApM/uEbaAQqA4W0/s400/IMG_6478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404501863722200450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-7929882402347354596?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/7929882402347354596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=7929882402347354596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/7929882402347354596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/7929882402347354596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-to-see-temple.html' title='I love to see the temple...'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SwCl04TOrhI/AAAAAAAAApc/KvQcHrU6Ee4/s72-c/IMG_6483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-2312294834843060068</id><published>2009-10-12T16:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:34:03.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grammy!</title><content type='html'>My grandma's birthday was yesterday! October 12... and I want ya'll to know that my grandma is not old! Despite what she might tell you, she is not. She is only 69 years old. Not old at all! So we had a party for her yesterday at Christy's house. We had a scruptious dinner for her, which consisted of mashed potatoe's and rolladin (don't know if that is spelled right) but it is a German meat. SOOOO good! MMM... the thought alone makes my mouth water. Oh and then there was a whole bunch of other stuff, but the important stuff was mentioned! Then I made an angel food cake with cool whip and heath bar frosting. I love that cake! It's not only delicious, but I made it with sugar free cool whip so my gramps could eat it and we could all be a little more healthy! (gotta sneak that in somewhere!) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/StO8hTrg9VI/AAAAAAAAAo8/lcMSbTepcrU/s1600-h/birthday+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/StO8hTrg9VI/AAAAAAAAAo8/lcMSbTepcrU/s400/birthday+cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391860459297109330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/StO8h0x5RRI/AAAAAAAAApE/7tPjOTkqzB0/s1600-h/blowing+cake+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/StO8h0x5RRI/AAAAAAAAApE/7tPjOTkqzB0/s400/blowing+cake+out.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391860468182238482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma is an amazing woman and I love her to death! I hope that she had a wonderful birthday and has many yet to come! Happy Birthday Grammy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-2312294834843060068?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/2312294834843060068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=2312294834843060068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/2312294834843060068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/2312294834843060068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-grammy.html' title='Happy Birthday Grammy!'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/StO8hTrg9VI/AAAAAAAAAo8/lcMSbTepcrU/s72-c/birthday+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-6317157626752681847</id><published>2009-10-12T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:35:43.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>I am so bad at posting, its ridiculous! So my dear mother turned ... old on October 1st. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/StO2cshbwCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/5fSpBejMosA/s1600-h/IMG_6275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/StO2cshbwCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/5fSpBejMosA/s400/IMG_6275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391853782996598818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We aren't aloud to say how old she was turning because she said it was depressing. She's not even that old people! And so as tradition goes, we had a family birthday party for her. Her meal of choice? Pizza! For those of you who don't already know this, my Grandmother is an amazing cook, but I LOVE when she makes pizza! On this occasion she made chicken alfredo pizza. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/StO1tjuxHzI/AAAAAAAAAn8/1WEScSFRha4/s1600-h/IMG_6280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/StO1tjuxHzI/AAAAAAAAAn8/1WEScSFRha4/s400/IMG_6280.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391852973182754610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/StO1tP44D0I/AAAAAAAAAn0/Bmm22BE-0a4/s1600-h/IMG_6278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/StO1tP44D0I/AAAAAAAAAn0/Bmm22BE-0a4/s400/IMG_6278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391852967856443202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So good! Makes my mouth water just looking at the pictures again. Emily had to run to play practice or something, so she hurried and ate and then gave my mom a little solo of Happy Birthday on her way out the door. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/StO2G4XrbWI/AAAAAAAAAoE/_xesHKIp5S0/s1600-h/IMG_6272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/StO2G4XrbWI/AAAAAAAAAoE/_xesHKIp5S0/s400/IMG_6272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391853408219786594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's a nut! But it was cute. I think we'll keep that tradition going as well. Then it was cake and ice cream time! My mom of course picked the one cake that my grandpa is completely addicted too. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/StO2_ncVLPI/AAAAAAAAAok/fjKPP3UuyIo/s1600-h/IMG_6284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/StO2_ncVLPI/AAAAAAAAAok/fjKPP3UuyIo/s400/IMG_6284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391854382928440562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (couldn't get this picture to turn, sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/StO2_ON1y8I/AAAAAAAAAoc/r2xvCsW4mBs/s1600-h/IMG_6285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/StO2_ON1y8I/AAAAAAAAAoc/r2xvCsW4mBs/s400/IMG_6285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391854376156777410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/StO2-VkpKUI/AAAAAAAAAoU/z9zmBbXNWDs/s1600-h/IMG_6286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/StO2-VkpKUI/AAAAAAAAAoU/z9zmBbXNWDs/s400/IMG_6286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391854360951597378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a white cake, with cream cheese or white frosting, and coconut on top. Weird I know, but it is yummy! And for presents my mom recieved from me and Trent this scrapbook photo organizer box. It is amazing if I do say so myself. You write on a card what the pics are of and the date and then who is in them and then put them in their own little box inside the big box and then when she goes to scrapbook them, she just takes out the small compartment and slides the rest of the boxes back so she is ready next time. Amazing, I know!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/StO3alkIPtI/AAAAAAAAAos/kK3JuKhFI7Q/s1600-h/IMG_6293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/StO3alkIPtI/AAAAAAAAAos/kK3JuKhFI7Q/s400/IMG_6293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391854846280744658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My grandparents gave her some of this bath lotion something-er-other... she loves it and uses it every day.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/StO3tONmelI/AAAAAAAAAo0/6NhIkMpseuk/s1600-h/IMG_6298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/StO3tONmelI/AAAAAAAAAo0/6NhIkMpseuk/s400/IMG_6298.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391855166429755986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hope that she had a great birthday! Love ya mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-6317157626752681847?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/6317157626752681847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=6317157626752681847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/6317157626752681847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/6317157626752681847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-so-bad-at-posting-its-ridiculous.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/StO2cshbwCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/5fSpBejMosA/s72-c/IMG_6275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-3930010565629261810</id><published>2009-09-20T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:40:33.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>I had a birthday this month... UGH! lol... I turned 28 on September 15th. I had an assortment of birthday parties. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Srb1YEEq3pI/AAAAAAAAAns/i_DQ8DjAapw/s1600-h/IMG_6185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Srb1YEEq3pI/AAAAAAAAAns/i_DQ8DjAapw/s400/IMG_6185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383760198327000722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friends took me out to a club in Vernal called XS. It was a lot of fun. I danced my butt off! And then on Monday, my family had birthday party for me. We had a little BBQ in the pouring rain.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SrbzjhLnJ1I/AAAAAAAAAnM/0NdtlNSvjEo/s1600-h/IMG_6188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SrbzjhLnJ1I/AAAAAAAAAnM/0NdtlNSvjEo/s400/IMG_6188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383758196096051026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lol My gramps bbq'd in the garage and then we ate inside.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Srbz1gslVcI/AAAAAAAAAnU/6oDqlzwTQBY/s1600-h/IMG_6189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Srbz1gslVcI/AAAAAAAAAnU/6oDqlzwTQBY/s400/IMG_6189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383758505203553730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom made a yummy cake. It is a angel food cake with cool whip and chopped up heath bar topping. I love it! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Srb0LaFI6WI/AAAAAAAAAnc/DgLYWkiI7aQ/s1600-h/IMG_6202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Srb0LaFI6WI/AAAAAAAAAnc/DgLYWkiI7aQ/s400/IMG_6202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383758881384622434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favorite cake is this bundt cake with coconut filling, but they don't make it anymore, so I have to settle for something else. It's all good though! I loved everything about my family birthday party meal! I got some amazing presents, including clothes, games, movie, and a new watch. Thanks family! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my friends gave me another birthday party. Felicia and Courtney came to my house before we left for dinner with everyone else to give me my presents. I had a pretty good sized box, a smaller package, and an envelope. According to instructions, I had to open the box first. Well inside there was shredded newspaper and a ton of it! There was also a large rock at the bottom. Then there was this small package wrapped in tape. Like packaging tape! I had to unwrap it and upwrap it for like 10 minutes. Finally when I got it open I saw the most surprising gift! They got me an ipod!!! Then the smaller package was some earplugs and then in the envelope there was a itunes gift card. I love my ipod! I use it every day! I also got some other amazing gifts from my other friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Srb0mIk9tHI/AAAAAAAAAnk/CofEibnIaZc/s1600-h/IMG_6248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Srb0mIk9tHI/AAAAAAAAAnk/CofEibnIaZc/s400/IMG_6248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383759340542735474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so blessed to be surrounded by amazingly wonderful people. I am greatful for my family and everything that they bless me with and never giving up on me. Always showing me that they love me. I love having a close family and doing lots of things together. I love the support that we all give each other even for the small things. Thank you family and friends for everything and giving me a great birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-3930010565629261810?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/3930010565629261810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=3930010565629261810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/3930010565629261810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/3930010565629261810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Srb1YEEq3pI/AAAAAAAAAns/i_DQ8DjAapw/s72-c/IMG_6185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-7598359892975492703</id><published>2009-09-09T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:51:25.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Andrew &amp; Olivia... Backtracking yet again... Sorry :(</title><content type='html'>Okay... so... my nephew, my neice and my sisters birthday are all in August. Megan and Ben happened to come to Duchesne for the fair, so they decided to have a joint birthday party for the kids. And for those of you who know my sister at all... you must know by now that when she throws a party of ANY kind, she goes all out! She doesn't do anything the easy way. So if you want a party planned and done to the "T", just ask Megan, she is an amazing little party planner! We had two different kinds of cupcakes.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sqhj2cnApbI/AAAAAAAAAlk/frkQa_Enu30/s1600-h/IMG_5607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sqhj2cnApbI/AAAAAAAAAlk/frkQa_Enu30/s400/IMG_5607.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379659541937956274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sqhj1pkYd6I/AAAAAAAAAlc/iolBnWMBaBI/s1600-h/IMG_5616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sqhj1pkYd6I/AAAAAAAAAlc/iolBnWMBaBI/s400/IMG_5616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379659528236726178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sqhj1CkfkZI/AAAAAAAAAlU/apTQ5k5Y520/s1600-h/IMG_5623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sqhj1CkfkZI/AAAAAAAAAlU/apTQ5k5Y520/s400/IMG_5623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379659517768208786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh... but that's not all folks... oh no... she made thank you handouts for everyone. But these are not just paper thank you's... these are what she called cupcake pops. They were amazingly good and after we got the concept down it went rather smooth. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SqhkybfQ9xI/AAAAAAAAAl0/yRzuJzvjYFE/s1600-h/IMG_5561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SqhkybfQ9xI/AAAAAAAAAl0/yRzuJzvjYFE/s400/IMG_5561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379660572429186834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sqhkx8IjzOI/AAAAAAAAAls/31bjtBjOWyE/s1600-h/IMG_5575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sqhkx8IjzOI/AAAAAAAAAls/31bjtBjOWyE/s400/IMG_5575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379660564012453090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sqhk9JnCkpI/AAAAAAAAAl8/T8r66g-YBoM/s1600-h/IMG_5609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sqhk9JnCkpI/AAAAAAAAAl8/T8r66g-YBoM/s400/IMG_5609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379660756608520850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were delicious! Megan thought that they would be fun... and Andrew helped and it ended up being fun spending some time together. Ben's family made it to the BBQ that we had. Andrew turned 3 and Olivia turned 1... it is amazing to me how time flies and how grown up these two are. I love them with all my heart and I hope that they had a great day. Megan, you did an amazing job and it was a ton of fun! Here are a few pics from the party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SqhnHEkD2_I/AAAAAAAAAmc/q5UjC5SYvLU/s1600-h/IMG_5659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SqhnHEkD2_I/AAAAAAAAAmc/q5UjC5SYvLU/s400/IMG_5659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379663126075792370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SqhnGpTYZFI/AAAAAAAAAmU/bHmDthkjmvs/s1600-h/IMG_5667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SqhnGpTYZFI/AAAAAAAAAmU/bHmDthkjmvs/s400/IMG_5667.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379663118758077522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SqhnGFqoLCI/AAAAAAAAAmM/j_0vAW2VGdI/s1600-h/IMG_5645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SqhnGFqoLCI/AAAAAAAAAmM/j_0vAW2VGdI/s400/IMG_5645.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379663109191904290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SqhnFsYneBI/AAAAAAAAAmE/lcWwT9Zy9OY/s1600-h/IMG_5641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SqhnFsYneBI/AAAAAAAAAmE/lcWwT9Zy9OY/s400/IMG_5641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379663102405474322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sqhpk_ZOEBI/AAAAAAAAAm8/3ejIS1imJDQ/s1600-h/IMG_5734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sqhpk_ZOEBI/AAAAAAAAAm8/3ejIS1imJDQ/s400/IMG_5734.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379665839107477522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SqhnHkjTJaI/AAAAAAAAAmk/7lSWpj793XE/s1600-h/IMG_5680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SqhnHkjTJaI/AAAAAAAAAmk/7lSWpj793XE/s400/IMG_5680.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379663134662534562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sqhnjpc_jTI/AAAAAAAAAms/9I1uOsUFNqM/s1600-h/IMG_5716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sqhnjpc_jTI/AAAAAAAAAms/9I1uOsUFNqM/s400/IMG_5716.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379663617014598962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-7598359892975492703?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/7598359892975492703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=7598359892975492703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/7598359892975492703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/7598359892975492703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-andrew-olivia.html' title='Happy Birthday Andrew &amp; Olivia... Backtracking yet again... Sorry :('/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sqhj2cnApbI/AAAAAAAAAlk/frkQa_Enu30/s72-c/IMG_5607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-2565964537476574455</id><published>2009-09-09T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:53:08.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CJ Farewell... Backtracking a bit...</title><content type='html'>August was a busy month! And I am sooo sorry that I didn't get a chance to blog. Life happens much too quickly and I forget about updating every once in awhile. I use to be really good and now i just, well... suck! The first of August, my cousin CJ had his farewell! He has of course now been in the MTC for a month, but alas... I still write about his farewell. For those of you who don't know of who haven't read my previous blogs, he is going to Bulgaria Sofia. And he is super excited and loves every minute of the process. He said that he is exhausted from all the doctorine they jam into your brain all in one day, but he loves it and is excited to go out and teach. Here are a few pictures from his farewell. He is a GREAT missionary already! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SqhhFA3LyRI/AAAAAAAAAlM/6zJ9byTrD7E/s1600-h/IMG_5950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SqhhFA3LyRI/AAAAAAAAAlM/6zJ9byTrD7E/s400/IMG_5950.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379656493652756754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CJ giving his bro Chad all the brotherly advice that he can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SqhhEf8rSiI/AAAAAAAAAlE/jx5RfOamDWk/s1600-h/IMG_5952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SqhhEf8rSiI/AAAAAAAAAlE/jx5RfOamDWk/s400/IMG_5952.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379656484817422882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My whole family made it for the farewell, so we got the last picture of all of us together that we will take for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SqhhD1AGs4I/AAAAAAAAAk8/deHlDa-a0H0/s1600-h/IMG_5954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SqhhD1AGs4I/AAAAAAAAAk8/deHlDa-a0H0/s400/IMG_5954.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379656473289077634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my GJ! aka CJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SqhhDZZeCTI/AAAAAAAAAk0/eGwcC8c6590/s1600-h/IMG_6066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SqhhDZZeCTI/AAAAAAAAAk0/eGwcC8c6590/s400/IMG_6066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379656465879271730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His mom, Susie, had a rough time letting her son go... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SqhhCyxCK-I/AAAAAAAAAks/z_202TMSiHY/s1600-h/CJ+day+entering+MTC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SqhhCyxCK-I/AAAAAAAAAks/z_202TMSiHY/s400/CJ+day+entering+MTC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379656455509126114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The day he left for the MTC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-2565964537476574455?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/2565964537476574455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=2565964537476574455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/2565964537476574455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/2565964537476574455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/09/backtracking-bit.html' title='CJ Farewell... Backtracking a bit...'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SqhhFA3LyRI/AAAAAAAAAlM/6zJ9byTrD7E/s72-c/IMG_5950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-3994789247503571542</id><published>2009-09-09T18:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:01:09.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Years!!! Already?</title><content type='html'>On September 7, 2002, Trent D. Clegg and Melanie D. Park were married. It was a short ceremony with close friends and family. When we were married we thought that life was going to be wonderful and happy and the honeymoon stage was never going to end. Wow... we were wrong! It ended all too soon... however, we worked through some really tough times. And here we are 7 years later and planning on making it a whole bunch of years more. We had a great anniversary. We had planned on going to Francis Days, but alot happened and it was a mess. But we ended up going to Heber and ate dinner and headed home. It was a good day all in all. When we got home, we were looking here on my laptop (which is where I put all of my pictures lately) and we couldn't find one picture of the two of us together. So we had a little photoshoot. Trent at first was not very impressed with this idea, but towards the end... he let loose and had alot of fun. He even took the camera and did some of the shots. By the end we were both laughing our heads off at the ridiculous pictures that we were taking. I had alot of fun. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SqhdydQ5INI/AAAAAAAAAkk/gOdCvSxuR3w/s1600-h/IMG_6121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SqhdydQ5INI/AAAAAAAAAkk/gOdCvSxuR3w/s400/IMG_6121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379652876324380882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sqhdxb_O9eI/AAAAAAAAAkc/i8jVivnck-w/s1600-h/IMG_6138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sqhdxb_O9eI/AAAAAAAAAkc/i8jVivnck-w/s400/IMG_6138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379652858802009570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sqhdw7EnLsI/AAAAAAAAAkU/JPTpsV9fJi4/s1600-h/IMG_6139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sqhdw7EnLsI/AAAAAAAAAkU/JPTpsV9fJi4/s400/IMG_6139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379652849966198466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SqhdwLcPRoI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Sffjzts_vBU/s1600-h/IMG_6127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SqhdwLcPRoI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Sffjzts_vBU/s400/IMG_6127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379652837180393090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know that he probably won't read this, but I want him to know how very greatful I am for him. I am greatful for the good person that he is, his willingness to go and help my family whenever they ask, his ability to play trucks with my nephew and my cousins and just be a kid, for the father that he will be one day... but mostly for standing by me through everything. He is truly my best friend and I know that we will still have our ups and downs, but I love him more today than I did 7 years ago. Here is to many more years to come! I hope that we accomplish all of the things that we have set out to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-3994789247503571542?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/3994789247503571542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=3994789247503571542' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/3994789247503571542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/3994789247503571542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/09/7-years-already.html' title='7 Years!!! Already?'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SqhdydQ5INI/AAAAAAAAAkk/gOdCvSxuR3w/s72-c/IMG_6121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-7968484678572859525</id><published>2009-08-25T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:40:13.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Park Family Reunion 09</title><content type='html'>First off let me tell you that the Park family reunions are the BEST family reunions to go too! They are by far my favorite and I love seeing my family that i haven't seen in atleast a year and see who has new kids and new things happening to them. This year we had it on the Idaho side of Bear Lake and we had our own little camping RV area and the beach was amazing! I love the water at Bear Lake because it is shallow and warm and just tons of fun. Trent and I drove up and took Grandpa's boat and we had a fun drive up there. We played games to pass the time and listened to music and just had a good time with each other. It seemed like the reunion went off without a hitch and I sad when it was time to come home. I definatly didn't want to come home. I have included a bunch of pics to show how much fun we had. There is one particular pic that i have to explain... my sister (bless her soul) told me that i need to get out of my little box and try new things. My idea of trying new things is like eating something I haven't eaten before to a certain extent. Her idea of new things is the molecule... let me explain. It's a triangle shaped air mattress thing with three balls on the corners of this thing and you ride it... on the water... at fast speeds... and for some reason this is fun? I tried it though and it wasnt bad until I hit my face on it. Then it wasn't much fun anymore. LOL! But I am proud of myself for even trying. Thanks Meg for being my support system! I love ya and thanks for trying to get me killed. lol jkjk &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSSYVu39gI/AAAAAAAAAkE/j8RPHKcuTuo/s1600-h/IMG_5401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSSYVu39gI/AAAAAAAAAkE/j8RPHKcuTuo/s400/IMG_5401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374081202208110082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSSXqIXyLI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CR2HcvND5F4/s1600-h/IMG_5396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSSXqIXyLI/AAAAAAAAAj8/CR2HcvND5F4/s400/IMG_5396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374081190503893170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSSW-Qg96I/AAAAAAAAAj0/YJUNjqpZunc/s1600-h/IMG_5238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSPqwROU_I/AAAAAAAAAiU/nBSypc0Tzmk/s400/IMG_5160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374078220034266098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-7968484678572859525?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/7968484678572859525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=7968484678572859525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/7968484678572859525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/7968484678572859525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/08/park-family-reunion-09.html' title='Park Family Reunion 09'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSSYVu39gI/AAAAAAAAAkE/j8RPHKcuTuo/s72-c/IMG_5401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-4817972233879628238</id><published>2009-08-25T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:11:41.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Outstanding Teen UBIC</title><content type='html'>A week after Jennifer was crowned Miss Duchesne County, her little sister Emily was crowned Miss Outstanding Teen UBIC! She did an amazing job on every part that they asked her to take part in. First was sportswear... &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSE-mHWkYI/AAAAAAAAAgs/hfM8iMOm9lk/s1600-h/IMG_5101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSE-mHWkYI/AAAAAAAAAgs/hfM8iMOm9lk/s400/IMG_5101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374066466277986690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily is of course a lifeguard among all the other million talents she has. So we had fun and put her hair in a side pony and poofed it a bit for stage presence and she looked like she was having so much fun! This picture was taken backstage after I got her ready... for some reason, this is the only picture I took of her backstage until she won... weird I know. So next was talent and she said Big and Loud from some broadway play. She was so cute! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSF4FXLcOI/AAAAAAAAAg0/xkn80NfGd4Q/s1600-h/IMG_5104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSF4FXLcOI/AAAAAAAAAg0/xkn80NfGd4Q/s400/IMG_5104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374067453918408930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She sang soooooo good! She is definatly starting to take after her sister Jen! lol Finally it was the big moment and the ONE event I was worried about doing her hair for. Formal wear hair is so tricky... do the judges want it down? Up? Big? Really formal? Teenagerish? Lots to worry about! Luckily we had done it once before at her house and we decided to go with more her age. I thought she looked beautiful! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSG5jqZSiI/AAAAAAAAAg8/kRxVOh1YNR8/s1600-h/IMG_5108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSG5jqZSiI/AAAAAAAAAg8/kRxVOh1YNR8/s400/IMG_5108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374068578743568930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So to our amazement and Emily's amazing talent, she won everything!!! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSH3ma559I/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUjdYELiJF0/s1600-h/IMG_5126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSH3ma559I/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUjdYELiJF0/s400/IMG_5126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374069644635793362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She didn't get a sash for most beaufitul eyes and one other one, but she won those too! Here are a few pictures her with people that came to support her... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSJpEIL6rI/AAAAAAAAAhs/yDOpNl5kRWM/s1600-h/IMG_5124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSJpEIL6rI/AAAAAAAAAhs/yDOpNl5kRWM/s400/IMG_5124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374071593935563442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSJoeuJYMI/AAAAAAAAAhk/tjUfjud3jAc/s1600-h/IMG_5125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSJoeuJYMI/AAAAAAAAAhk/tjUfjud3jAc/s400/IMG_5125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374071583894233282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSJnlzR2YI/AAAAAAAAAhc/i9RLkmy_2X4/s1600-h/IMG_5132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSJnlzR2YI/AAAAAAAAAhc/i9RLkmy_2X4/s400/IMG_5132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374071568614939010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSJnFDbcDI/AAAAAAAAAhU/klaxsiQKOi4/s1600-h/IMG_5134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSJnFDbcDI/AAAAAAAAAhU/klaxsiQKOi4/s400/IMG_5134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374071559824306226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSJmqg4WvI/AAAAAAAAAhM/J7-QWAIdHz8/s1600-h/IMG_5142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSJmqg4WvI/AAAAAAAAAhM/J7-QWAIdHz8/s400/IMG_5142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374071552700078834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to tell Emily thanks for letting me be a part of the backstage process. It was definately my privilege to do the hair of a Queen! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSKAQzwADI/AAAAAAAAAh0/xaZq71GCUVk/s1600-h/IMG_5138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSKAQzwADI/AAAAAAAAAh0/xaZq71GCUVk/s400/IMG_5138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374071992476500018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So as you can imagine the family was thrilled that we now had TWO Queens in our family. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSKnUahYII/AAAAAAAAAiE/KsvLyB6G248/s1600-h/IMG_5123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSKnUahYII/AAAAAAAAAiE/KsvLyB6G248/s400/IMG_5123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374072663459324034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSKm5TZA1I/AAAAAAAAAh8/GcOUoJ-KiFg/s1600-h/IMG_5137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSKm5TZA1I/AAAAAAAAAh8/GcOUoJ-KiFg/s400/IMG_5137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374072656181658450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want to tell Emily how proud of her I am. She always stands up for what she believe's in. And doesn't ever stray from what she knows is true. She is an amazing young women and I am very very proud of her! Congrats Emily and good luck at the state competition in October! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSLQP4gaQI/AAAAAAAAAiM/RMicS1T4miw/s1600-h/IMG_5145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSLQP4gaQI/AAAAAAAAAiM/RMicS1T4miw/s400/IMG_5145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374073366617549058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-4817972233879628238?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/4817972233879628238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=4817972233879628238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/4817972233879628238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/4817972233879628238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/08/miss-outstanding-teen-ubic.html' title='Miss Outstanding Teen UBIC'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SpSE-mHWkYI/AAAAAAAAAgs/hfM8iMOm9lk/s72-c/IMG_5101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-849832625624118649</id><published>2009-08-25T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:31:32.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Blogging...</title><content type='html'>I want to apologize to my followers for not keeping up to date with this blogging stuff. Life happened and I lost track of finding a minute to write about anything going on... I have a few things to share and I will try to blog about them. Sorry everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-849832625624118649?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/849832625624118649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=849832625624118649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/849832625624118649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/849832625624118649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/08/lack-of-blogging.html' title='Lack of Blogging...'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-7921671016433157040</id><published>2009-07-20T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:32:28.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the new Miss Duchesne County is...</title><content type='html'>JENNIFER SMITH!!! YAY!!! Wahoo!!! She looked beautiful on Saturday night and I am so proud of her holding her own and being so cute with her onstage interview questions. But the best part was seeing the smile on her face when that crown was placed on her head. It's been a long time in the making and finally all of her hard work paid off! Congrats Jen! Love ya tons!!! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SmS3u4k1_eI/AAAAAAAAAgc/TrTVgEDJsYk/s1600-h/IMG_4922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SmS3u4k1_eI/AAAAAAAAAgc/TrTVgEDJsYk/s400/IMG_4922.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360611472566517218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am proud of you for choosing to make breast cancer awarness known! Women need to know that it is important to get checked! It's a good thing that we have an amazing grandma who helped us to figure that out! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SmS4K8P5OXI/AAAAAAAAAgk/R7CtXYdecWM/s1600-h/IMG_4919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SmS4K8P5OXI/AAAAAAAAAgk/R7CtXYdecWM/s400/IMG_4919.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360611954588727666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-7921671016433157040?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/7921671016433157040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=7921671016433157040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/7921671016433157040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/7921671016433157040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-new-miss-duchesne-county-is.html' title='And the new Miss Duchesne County is...'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SmS3u4k1_eI/AAAAAAAAAgc/TrTVgEDJsYk/s72-c/IMG_4922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-7001660894440577353</id><published>2009-06-14T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:32:04.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Weekend</title><content type='html'>My dear husband LOVES WWE... I personally can't stand it and wanted to hurt myself for even thinking it would be a great idea to get tickets on the 13th row on the floor for my husband for Easter. But like a good wife, I did it and of course, he was thrilled!! We decided to make a weekend out of it. We went Saturday to WWE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWc8pqHnOI/AAAAAAAAAgU/XwrIa-86n8w/s1600-h/wwe4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWc8pqHnOI/AAAAAAAAAgU/XwrIa-86n8w/s400/wwe4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347352698360929506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWc8TFfjII/AAAAAAAAAgM/hr1UuTDzpG4/s1600-h/wwe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWc8TFfjII/AAAAAAAAAgM/hr1UuTDzpG4/s400/wwe2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347352692301728898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWcccqKm8I/AAAAAAAAAf8/WNhwpOxTPIM/s1600-h/wwe9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWcccqKm8I/AAAAAAAAAf8/WNhwpOxTPIM/s400/wwe9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347352145115651010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWcdKT6xII/AAAAAAAAAgE/XxKyqgwU6Mk/s1600-h/trent+at+wwe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWcdKT6xII/AAAAAAAAAgE/XxKyqgwU6Mk/s400/trent+at+wwe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347352157370369154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which wasn't as horrible as I thought it would be. Except all the people screaming bad words behind us and drinking... but we had a great time and I was excited that I finally did something that Trent loved to do. I love my husband more than I could even explain! So it was well worth it to see a smile on his face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-7001660894440577353?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/7001660894440577353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=7001660894440577353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/7001660894440577353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/7001660894440577353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-dear-husband-loves-wwe.html' title='Memorial Weekend'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWc8pqHnOI/AAAAAAAAAgU/XwrIa-86n8w/s72-c/wwe4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-1266118221791744553</id><published>2009-06-14T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:52:38.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy friends!</title><content type='html'>In the past 6 months, I have gained some more friends... well they were friends before, but now they are friends that I actually go and do things with, regardless of the age difference between all of us. We span from 33 down to 21. And you could never tell! We all act like we are 21, so it's a wonderful thing for all of us. We had a birthday party for Courtney at our friend Mandy's house (since she is the only one NOT living with her parents). She was turning 21, so we had a little surprise party for her. We told her that we were going to Roosevelt for poker night, &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWXQH8Z7fI/AAAAAAAAAfU/K--SBbIknzA/s1600-h/199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWXQH8Z7fI/AAAAAAAAAfU/K--SBbIknzA/s400/199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347346435838438898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; little did she know that we would soon bust out the cake, feather boa and hair accessories. ROFL!!! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWPZiDnDPI/AAAAAAAAAfE/_wI0mxWvPfs/s1600-h/237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWPZiDnDPI/AAAAAAAAAfE/_wI0mxWvPfs/s400/237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347337801373781234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little did we all know that Felicia (Wren) would get jealous of Court's boa and steal it from her! RUDE!! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWP4gyoFOI/AAAAAAAAAfM/fFH71911S-E/s1600-h/197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWP4gyoFOI/AAAAAAAAAfM/fFH71911S-E/s400/197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347338333610054882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't ask what the funky face is for... she was doing it all night. We had a good time for the most part, a little drama, but that's to be expected. LOL! jkjk But I have great friends and I am glad that I have them, they give me a reason to get out of my house and just have good ole' fashion fun again. It feels good and makes me feel young. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWX6PiGkKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/E50QtyzpoMg/s1600-h/218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWX6PiGkKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/E50QtyzpoMg/s400/218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347347159430107298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We all have nicknames for each other. I am Rexi, short for Tyranasaurus Rex. Because one day we were trying to figure out the name of this band on this movie and I said that I had the movie at home, they told me to go get it and we could put it in and find out the name. I said well where are we gonna watch it and they said uh on your laptop. I said it's on a VHS... they then say, whoa T-Rex... so that's my name! Then there is Mandy, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWZEtZiMlI/AAAAAAAAAfk/x2mSDTqrDgU/s1600-h/225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWZEtZiMlI/AAAAAAAAAfk/x2mSDTqrDgU/s400/225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347348438757552722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who's name is Extreme and we call her Remi. Everything with her is soooo extreme! Then of course, the reason for the party, Courtney. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWZl26ivdI/AAAAAAAAAfs/foVicfrxI-A/s1600-h/190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWZl26ivdI/AAAAAAAAAfs/foVicfrxI-A/s400/190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347349008247602642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We haven't been able to figure out a real nickname for her yet, but we call her Roxy cuz she has Roxy everything! And we must not forget Felicia, aka Wren. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWaWFEzrhI/AAAAAAAAAf0/GT0lRS7dBA8/s1600-h/224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWaWFEzrhI/AAAAAAAAAf0/GT0lRS7dBA8/s400/224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347349836682472978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is always insisting that she is brown, not white, and one day at work she was chirping like a little bird. So we looked online and found that there is a little brown bird called a Wren. And so it was, that Felicia became Wren. Thanks guys for letting me be your friend and putting up with my crap! I love you all! Thanks for listen to me whine and complain about one thing or another. And thanks for the fun lunch dates and poker nights when we just let loose and have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-1266118221791744553?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/1266118221791744553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=1266118221791744553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/1266118221791744553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/1266118221791744553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/06/crazy-friends.html' title='Crazy friends!'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWXQH8Z7fI/AAAAAAAAAfU/K--SBbIknzA/s72-c/199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-1841940647009808665</id><published>2009-06-14T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:55:47.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Day!</title><content type='html'>My family, minus Trent cuz he was at work, went to the hogle zoo the week after Mothers Day because we had decided last year when we went on Mothers Day weekend that we would make it a tradition. Well the week after this mothers day, the zoo was getting the Madagascar exhibit, so we decided to wait. It was a beautiful day! Susie, Chad &amp; Shawn were able to join us. I love when we get to see the family. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWEIA1_UNI/AAAAAAAAAcc/fAlgB4qHC1M/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWEIA1_UNI/AAAAAAAAAcc/fAlgB4qHC1M/s400/030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347325405772599506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we waiting a little while for the Logan crew to make it. Meaning: My sister and her family. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWFoPCWosI/AAAAAAAAAcs/A78V2mF4wnw/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWFoPCWosI/AAAAAAAAAcs/A78V2mF4wnw/s400/034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347327058849997506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course the very first thing we do is go see the Madagascar exhibit. On the way there, the snake that was in the exhibit was outside with one of the zoo workers. If any of you know me very well, you will then know that i am TERRIFIED of snakes. So I walked as far away from it as possible. So my cousin Chad got this picture for me. Thanks Chad! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWFISlz0TI/AAAAAAAAAck/EQ2RRwo2lXU/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWFISlz0TI/AAAAAAAAAck/EQ2RRwo2lXU/s400/032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347326510048203058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The exhibit itself was not impressive. The animals were asleep and it was hot inside, so I was happy to go out of there and go see the rest of the fun animals! My favorite this day was the monkeys by far. There were these two black and white monkeys that were little and they sat and wrestled the entire time. They were soooo cute! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWGPflScwI/AAAAAAAAAc0/_eFkAMlxMNo/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWGPflScwI/AAAAAAAAAc0/_eFkAMlxMNo/s400/048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347327733306389250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next stop was the carousel! I think... well my grandparents showed up sometime in here, so I have no idea when that was, but it was sometime in the long day at the zoo. Here are some of my favorite pictures on the carousel! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWHV97JwnI/AAAAAAAAAdU/EE7Jql_Ibw4/s1600-h/168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWHV97JwnI/AAAAAAAAAdU/EE7Jql_Ibw4/s400/168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347328944042001010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWHVoRDFfI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Q2ZNoTQCLS0/s1600-h/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWHVoRDFfI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Q2ZNoTQCLS0/s400/067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347328938228258290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWHVU1izpI/AAAAAAAAAdE/msrWdGXfEoc/s1600-h/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWHVU1izpI/AAAAAAAAAdE/msrWdGXfEoc/s400/065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347328933012622994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWHVOU3B-I/AAAAAAAAAc8/1vBkUeNSmEA/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWHVOU3B-I/AAAAAAAAAc8/1vBkUeNSmEA/s400/064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347328931264923618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then it was off to the bird show! I love the bird show. I have only seen it one other time before this day, but I am in awe of all of the time and patience it must take to train these birds. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWINlKaaJI/AAAAAAAAAdc/wRUDymf3iHw/s1600-h/159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWINlKaaJI/AAAAAAAAAdc/wRUDymf3iHw/s400/159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347329899467794578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And my cute little neice Olivia was the best little girl the whole day! I think she just had alot of fun. This is her at the bird show trying to steal my camera. .&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWIN1DyirI/AAAAAAAAAdk/gcYVjFtJ4eQ/s1600-h/118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWIN1DyirI/AAAAAAAAAdk/gcYVjFtJ4eQ/s400/118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347329903734983346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bear was finally out! I didn't see him last time, so I was super pumped that he was out. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWJAyxtMmI/AAAAAAAAAds/-LfDjj3cT6k/s1600-h/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWJAyxtMmI/AAAAAAAAAds/-LfDjj3cT6k/s400/089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347330779295593058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think they are beautiful creatures. I would NOT want to see one in the forest however. I would freak out! Giraffe's were next and I captured a fun picture of a baby and a mom. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWJk1wUShI/AAAAAAAAAd0/_O0oEVHax_g/s1600-h/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWJk1wUShI/AAAAAAAAAd0/_O0oEVHax_g/s400/096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347331398570363410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are so big! Even as babies they are huge! Next up would be the cats of the animal kingdom and my favorite animal! So I was soooo excited to hopefully see the cheetah, the leopard, the tiger, any of them awake.... unfortunately NONE of them were. UGH! Oh well, I was so upset that I didn't get to see my favorite animal, I did see a foot though! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWKQrpLqKI/AAAAAAAAAd8/qyoAyuzuTkA/s1600-h/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWKQrpLqKI/AAAAAAAAAd8/qyoAyuzuTkA/s400/106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347332151770327202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But Andrew and Chad decided that maybe it would come and swim since it was a very warm day... so they waited... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWK-kg2PhI/AAAAAAAAAeM/XwTSlhhJqBg/s1600-h/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWK-kg2PhI/AAAAAAAAAeM/XwTSlhhJqBg/s400/108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347332940130303506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And last of all, when we were sooo tired of walking and had enough, we rode the train! Which of course is Andrew's favorite part, I'm sure... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWMNT2p4zI/AAAAAAAAAek/4K95ydiKeOQ/s1600-h/194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWMNT2p4zI/AAAAAAAAAek/4K95ydiKeOQ/s400/194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347334292868031282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWMNHFX4dI/AAAAAAAAAec/Mft42TRgr5o/s1600-h/190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWMNHFX4dI/AAAAAAAAAec/Mft42TRgr5o/s400/190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347334289440104914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWMMzqBmLI/AAAAAAAAAeU/6HOAUpPVS9I/s1600-h/186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWMMzqBmLI/AAAAAAAAAeU/6HOAUpPVS9I/s400/186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347334284225124530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And after all was said and done, and we were all exhausted&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWNHthAcNI/AAAAAAAAAe0/6O_YBp81u9c/s1600-h/163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWNHthAcNI/AAAAAAAAAe0/6O_YBp81u9c/s400/163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347335296188969170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWNHXypPNI/AAAAAAAAAes/JJgfw7ypXaQ/s1600-h/185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWNHXypPNI/AAAAAAAAAes/JJgfw7ypXaQ/s400/185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347335290357365970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after all, five hours at the zoo is a LONG time. It was great to know we had a fun filled day at the zoo together as a family. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWNgxG8maI/AAAAAAAAAe8/3e7cyvl-ybM/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWNgxG8maI/AAAAAAAAAe8/3e7cyvl-ybM/s400/060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347335726650136994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-1841940647009808665?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/1841940647009808665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=1841940647009808665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/1841940647009808665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/1841940647009808665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-family-went-to-hogle-zoo-week-after.html' title='Family Day!'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjWEIA1_UNI/AAAAAAAAAcc/fAlgB4qHC1M/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-9045038472900938374</id><published>2009-06-10T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T18:34:52.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry so long...</title><content type='html'>Okay so I totally know that I have slacked at putting up a post. But it was warm weather until recently and I was soaking up as much of the heat that I could. Unfortunatly I didn't listen to some friends when they told me that I should put on some sunblock last Saturday and got too much of it. Oops! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjBeNsajCSI/AAAAAAAAAcU/xbhNkpj3Bls/s1600-h/143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjBeNsajCSI/AAAAAAAAAcU/xbhNkpj3Bls/s400/143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345876347042597154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The little brown stuff all over my legs is dirt. Trent and I had spent the whole day at my friend Mandy's house trying to put in her sprinkler system (please don't get me started on this, because it ended in bad bad drama). So this is what is new with us... NOTHING! I will have to do a post sometime when my husband isn't begging me to play a game with him (shhh don't tell him I said that) to show you the cute pictures of us at the zoo on memorial weekend. It was a blast and I will definatly post. But for now, just know that everything is great! I have decided that God gives us blessings in really small ways. A good day with family, a few laughs with good friends, and a little down time to recooperate from them both! ROFL! But I will definatly post! I have about four that I need to do... so look forward to the next instalement (can't spell) of our lives, boring as they may be. Love to all those who read!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-9045038472900938374?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/9045038472900938374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=9045038472900938374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/9045038472900938374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/9045038472900938374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorry-so-long.html' title='Sorry so long...'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SjBeNsajCSI/AAAAAAAAAcU/xbhNkpj3Bls/s72-c/143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-996598826742411909</id><published>2009-05-04T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:16:22.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains... go to TRAFALGA!!</title><content type='html'>I don't know what it is about Trafalga, but I love it! Maybe it is because of the miniature golfing... since that is what we end up doing every time we are there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-QschftlI/AAAAAAAAAbs/65hka0HqfN8/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-QschftlI/AAAAAAAAAbs/65hka0HqfN8/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332139577075283538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-QsOL8qeI/AAAAAAAAAbk/EM72iJuwLqw/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-QsOL8qeI/AAAAAAAAAbk/EM72iJuwLqw/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332139573226809826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-QrzSb6fI/AAAAAAAAAbc/LmWwI8KcKXM/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-QrzSb6fI/AAAAAAAAAbc/LmWwI8KcKXM/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332139566006266354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-QrUe6veI/AAAAAAAAAbU/gRJz0_Wya2c/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-QrUe6veI/AAAAAAAAAbU/gRJz0_Wya2c/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332139557737119202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was inside for some good ole' fashion air hockey! I played Chad first and then Susie played Chad and I think that I gave Chad more points than he earned... so he won. BOTH TIMES! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-RgfySMbI/AAAAAAAAAcE/bzaVUsXuUAY/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-RgfySMbI/AAAAAAAAAcE/bzaVUsXuUAY/s400/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332140471304204722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-RgELceTI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Pz_FTgnvoaI/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-RgELceTI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Pz_FTgnvoaI/s400/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332140463893543218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-Rfh5m4AI/AAAAAAAAAb0/w8wNn_T8aw0/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-Rfh5m4AI/AAAAAAAAAb0/w8wNn_T8aw0/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332140454691921922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trent and Shawn had been bugging us about riding the go-carts the entire night, so they went to go ride the go carts. While we were waiting Chad went and road a bullet bike... but it was broken he found out after he paid $1 to ride it. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-SaDJHCGI/AAAAAAAAAcM/lxJsIDM6eCE/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-SaDJHCGI/AAAAAAAAAcM/lxJsIDM6eCE/s400/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332141460047726690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we went outside to see if we could catch the boys in the go-carts and we ended up waiting for them because they wanted to ride by themselves together, so we had to wait for another group to go... I couldn't get any pictures. I tried, but it was too dark and my camera wouldn't take it. But Shawn won! He beat Trent because he wouldn't let Trent even remotely close to the inside. It was funny! Overall it was a great weekend and I had a BLAST! Oh and if you are ever looking for a shopping partner at bath and body works, call my cousin Chad because he's the best! The girl behind the counter told him to go to work there because he was soooo funny. When we were checking out, she was telling me about the sale and he was like, "oh my gosh! We have to go back and get some more!" I was laughing sooo hard. We went and sprayed all of the different smells on the sticks and labeled them so we knew what was what. But it was hilarious and I am going to have to go shopping with him next time for sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-996598826742411909?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/996598826742411909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=996598826742411909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/996598826742411909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/996598826742411909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-it-rains-go-to-trafalga.html' title='When it rains... go to TRAFALGA!!'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-QschftlI/AAAAAAAAAbs/65hka0HqfN8/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-7196652563995929880</id><published>2009-05-04T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:00:27.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tulip Festival</title><content type='html'>This weekend, Trent and I decided that we would skip out of town and head to the city. My Aunt Susie and her family were kind enough to put up with us for a couple of days. Trent got off work and then we made sure that the house was somewhat clean (cuz my mom was coming home from her cruise and we didn't want it to be a huge mess) and packed up the car and set off. We got to the bridge and I asked Trent if he turned off the air conditioner, he said no, he left it on... oh geez! We turned around and got home long enough to find out that he did indeed turn it off. Brother... so we turn back around and finally get on the road. It rained on us in Strawberry, so I was bumbed because I had been looking forward to going to the tulip festival for weeks! And Saturday was the last day, so I was PRAYING it wouldn't rain for any longer than Saturday early early morning. Well... I was wrong. I woke up Saturday morning only to find out that it was raining... pretty dang bad if I do say so myself. I was soooooooo depressed. Susie needed to run to the store, so I went with her and when we got out it had stopped raining!! WHOOO HOOO!!! So we hurried and made some sandwiches for us and the guys and went to the tulip festival. I was sooo excited to have a girls day and just mostly to go to the festival (sorry Dayna, I know I am a jerk). Here are a few of my favorite pics.... &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-Jj4oCd-I/AAAAAAAAAZM/4CvksCTloZM/s1600-h/142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-Jj4oCd-I/AAAAAAAAAZM/4CvksCTloZM/s400/142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332131733418702818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-KaWckxKI/AAAAAAAAAZs/1Mahc7g9nsU/s1600-h/164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-KaWckxKI/AAAAAAAAAZs/1Mahc7g9nsU/s400/164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332132669136618658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-KZo97pBI/AAAAAAAAAZk/lfyfc9TrjS4/s1600-h/155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-KZo97pBI/AAAAAAAAAZk/lfyfc9TrjS4/s400/155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332132656928498706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-KZZDtmTI/AAAAAAAAAZc/6NY7VqlWJi4/s1600-h/154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-KZZDtmTI/AAAAAAAAAZc/6NY7VqlWJi4/s400/154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332132652657776946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-KZHVMYjI/AAAAAAAAAZU/LdF1eYmBxNY/s1600-h/150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-KZHVMYjI/AAAAAAAAAZU/LdF1eYmBxNY/s400/150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332132647899259442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-LgkOqlEI/AAAAAAAAAaU/LIFTRsb3tSU/s1600-h/211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-LgkOqlEI/AAAAAAAAAaU/LIFTRsb3tSU/s400/211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332133875427218498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-LgZllvGI/AAAAAAAAAaM/kQx4csipZjw/s1600-h/209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-LgZllvGI/AAAAAAAAAaM/kQx4csipZjw/s400/209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332133872570580066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-LgGcgqII/AAAAAAAAAaE/ATUy53Wn1q0/s1600-h/185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-LgGcgqII/AAAAAAAAAaE/ATUy53Wn1q0/s400/185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332133867432224898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-Lf1RBdcI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/MSkv9pPrDlM/s1600-h/180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-Lf1RBdcI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/MSkv9pPrDlM/s400/180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332133862820640194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-LfoeeWmI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/koM-3DOTLW8/s1600-h/170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-LfoeeWmI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/koM-3DOTLW8/s400/170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332133859387398754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-Nxg3bdhI/AAAAAAAAAbM/-PSCG31hbSg/s1600-h/244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-Nxg3bdhI/AAAAAAAAAbM/-PSCG31hbSg/s400/244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332136365605484050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-NxfasGvI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Cm7gXWDJgOw/s1600-h/229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-NxfasGvI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Cm7gXWDJgOw/s400/229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332136365216504562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-NxHlhcmI/AAAAAAAAAa8/LiqPTHn3BoE/s1600-h/226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-NxHlhcmI/AAAAAAAAAa8/LiqPTHn3BoE/s400/226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332136358819492450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-Nw5Ov8gI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Y_pLjiIIHhQ/s1600-h/220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-Nw5Ov8gI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Y_pLjiIIHhQ/s400/220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332136354965877250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my Aunt Susie who was a great sport to go with me in the rain. My mom was going to come, but she had just got home and was tired... poor sport! lol jk mom jk! Overall it was alot of fun and I hope that I can go next year and spend a little more time walking around. The rain kinda made it not as fun to walk around. But it smelled sooo good and I can't wait for next year. And a special thanks to Trent for just hanging out with the guys so that Susie could go! She never gets a girls day, so you are an amazing hubby to take one for the girls! lol Love ya! But you have to go with me next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-7196652563995929880?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/7196652563995929880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=7196652563995929880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/7196652563995929880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/7196652563995929880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/05/tulip-festival.html' title='Tulip Festival'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sf-Jj4oCd-I/AAAAAAAAAZM/4CvksCTloZM/s72-c/142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-1975891202398948032</id><published>2009-04-29T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:48:18.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Voyage continued...</title><content type='html'>So I got a text from my mom that said: "I want my banana served like this from now on." Attached was the following picture... &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SfkNToF105I/AAAAAAAAAYc/AW7GgmjxZS4/s1600-h/banana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SfkNToF105I/AAAAAAAAAYc/AW7GgmjxZS4/s400/banana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330306264800285586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course I laughed at her for two reasons. One, she thinks that I am going to serve her. And two, for thinking I would take that much time to serve a food that takes two seconds to gobble up. A few hours later, she has the nerve to send me a picture like this &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SfkN-32bVYI/AAAAAAAAAYs/3nnxzDn8IRk/s1600-h/catalina+island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SfkN-32bVYI/AAAAAAAAAYs/3nnxzDn8IRk/s400/catalina+island.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330307007764977026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WHAT IS THAT??!! Who sends a picture like that to someone who is in small town Duchesne with stupid wind, no beach and working. How rude! Well folks, this is Catalina Island and she LOVED it. She got to do a little shopping and then went on a fun little boat. It was called the glass bottom boat... and she was kind enough to send me a picture. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SfkOs9iJ4XI/AAAAAAAAAY0/XBc9_6Hile4/s1600-h/glass+bottom+boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SfkOs9iJ4XI/AAAAAAAAAY0/XBc9_6Hile4/s400/glass+bottom+boat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330307799564542322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am sooo jealous. I have seen the Doris Day flick of glass bottom boat, but I don't think it was even remotely close to what my mom did on her little excursion. I hope that she got more pictures than that one on the boat, because I am sure that it was a ton of fun and could see some amazing things. Of course she then sends me a picture of her lounging on the deck after getting back on the ship from Catalina. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SfkPgTn6_7I/AAAAAAAAAY8/8MpSOI0EgzY/s1600-h/chillin+on+deck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SfkPgTn6_7I/AAAAAAAAAY8/8MpSOI0EgzY/s400/chillin+on+deck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330308681667641266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then she sends me this: &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SfkRH6QBZZI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Urb4_ftMW4I/s1600-h/new+tattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SfkRH6QBZZI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Urb4_ftMW4I/s400/new+tattoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330310461562906002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and says, "How do you like my new body art?" Oh geez I say... I LOVE your Henna Tattoo!!! She's such a dork! However, her joy was about to be short lived when some crew members came around announcing that tomorrow (which is today now) they would NOT be stopping in Ensenada Mexico because of the swine flu and they would receive a $20 credit for the issue. They couldn't get back off the boat to go do more shopping in Catalina because they had already left port. So she was MAD and upset that she couldn't get near as much souveniers that she wanted to get. She wasn't so disappointed that she couldn't go to Mexico because she had been to that part before. She was mad that they didn't give them a better warning or she would have bought souveniers in Catalina. I don't understand why they didn't give them another day in Catalina???? It's not like they weren't already there. Doesn't make any sense to me and I was sad for my mom. But I did get a text this morning that said that she is having alot of fun. I am just glad that she got to go on a vacation. She needed one! LOL... maybe I did and her leaving was just a good excuse... jk jk!! I love my mom and I miss her tons. But I am really glad that she is having a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-1975891202398948032?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/1975891202398948032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=1975891202398948032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/1975891202398948032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/1975891202398948032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/04/bon-voyage-continued.html' title='Bon Voyage continued...'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SfkNToF105I/AAAAAAAAAYc/AW7GgmjxZS4/s72-c/banana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-7194889481557817127</id><published>2009-04-28T16:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:56:00.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Voyage!!</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know, my mom is on Vacation this week on a cruise to Mexico. She is going to Catalina and then the Ensenada on a cruise. She won't be home for a whole week, which means that Trent and i have to get along for 7 days! WHAT?! Just kidding... so far we haven't killed each other and have spent every day, except Sunday, doing yard work together to surprise my mom. We have been weeding, picking up leaves and cutting down dead branches out of the massive tree that is on the side of the house. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SfeWf7yFYrI/AAAAAAAAAYE/pt7uLJ_tn_8/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SfeWf7yFYrI/AAAAAAAAAYE/pt7uLJ_tn_8/s400/tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329894159384142514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So that has been alot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom started off her vacation, by going to spend time at my sisters for a couple of days and help with the kids, since Megan and Ben have been really sick. Then Sunday she drove to SLC and stayed with her friend that was going on the cruise with her because they had to be up at 4 AM and to the airport by 5:30... So they made it to California about 7:45 Monday morning. My mom said that as soon as she got off the plane, it was a little cold to be California. So they hung out for awhile and then finally were able to get on the ship. She went to sleep because they had been up so long and had a few hours before they were to leave California for the open sea! She got up and took a picture for us to share with ya'll. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SfeX7JHXk1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/POcISxaxp9M/s1600-h/from+ship+in+LA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SfeX7JHXk1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/POcISxaxp9M/s400/from+ship+in+LA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329895726331171666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then set off for lifeboat training. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SfeW62BKNrI/AAAAAAAAAYM/xvGhLdxaDvM/s1600-h/life+boat+drill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SfeW62BKNrI/AAAAAAAAAYM/xvGhLdxaDvM/s400/life+boat+drill.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329894621693228722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is sooo funny! She said that she is having fun and will send more pictures later. As soon as I get some, I will update you!! Have a GREAT day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-7194889481557817127?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/7194889481557817127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=7194889481557817127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/7194889481557817127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/7194889481557817127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-those-of-you-who-dont-know-my-mom.html' title='Bon Voyage!!'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SfeWf7yFYrI/AAAAAAAAAYE/pt7uLJ_tn_8/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-1027310939679376887</id><published>2009-04-17T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T16:47:14.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dyeing Eggs</title><content type='html'>My grandma has this weird tradition with the grandkids. She boils each grandkid a dozen eggs and then gets out all the dye and we all sit around for hours and dye eggs. Crazy, I know!! But it's tradition!!! Andrew got to dye eggs. Megan got him all prepared for this momentus occasion, or so I am told. So he was pretty excited when he got to dye eggs with everyone. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekTCSum0KI/AAAAAAAAAXU/h56tPAtomVA/s1600-h/083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekTCSum0KI/AAAAAAAAAXU/h56tPAtomVA/s400/083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325808964450308258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekTCIMdGGI/AAAAAAAAAXM/DtkVyvVB30M/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekTCIMdGGI/AAAAAAAAAXM/DtkVyvVB30M/s400/084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325808961622710370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course, Olivia had a blast too... lol &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekTaFVdFoI/AAAAAAAAAXc/WnPZlj1MXj4/s1600-h/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekTaFVdFoI/AAAAAAAAAXc/WnPZlj1MXj4/s400/088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325809373172012674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to join in the fun and dye a few eggs... which to my mistake of setting the undyed eggs on the edge of the counter, dropped about 6 of them on the floor and crunched them... oops! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekUFg_e-cI/AAAAAAAAAXs/y0OCz33Kuv4/s1600-h/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekUFg_e-cI/AAAAAAAAAXs/y0OCz33Kuv4/s400/101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325810119330429378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekUFUR4ldI/AAAAAAAAAXk/IA-s8nOfaDY/s1600-h/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekUFUR4ldI/AAAAAAAAAXk/IA-s8nOfaDY/s400/094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325810115917944274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my favorite part of the whole weekend was getting to spend time with my neice and nephew and the rest of my family. They are the best in the whole world and I love them all to pieces!! Here are a few of my favorite pics of Andrew and Olivia in their Easter clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekU6LGBqoI/AAAAAAAAAX8/wWY8o61iW-U/s1600-h/126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekU6LGBqoI/AAAAAAAAAX8/wWY8o61iW-U/s400/126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325811023985355394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekU5yiisGI/AAAAAAAAAX0/TGYIKzQVgqI/s1600-h/122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekU5yiisGI/AAAAAAAAAX0/TGYIKzQVgqI/s400/122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325811017394073698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-1027310939679376887?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/1027310939679376887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=1027310939679376887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/1027310939679376887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/1027310939679376887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/04/dyeing-eggs.html' title='Dyeing Eggs'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekTCSum0KI/AAAAAAAAAXU/h56tPAtomVA/s72-c/083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-4384604368871660962</id><published>2009-04-17T16:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:00:24.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Message Delayed... Sorry :(</title><content type='html'>Okay so I know that Easter was last week, but I haven't had time, patience or energy to write anything. I still don't, but I thought that I had a bunch of cute pictures that were taken, so I should share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Easter weekend started with Thursday, helping the bunny dye eggs! Four different colors, big pots and about 20 people. OH and a few cracked eggs... lol! I invited a couple of my friends, Felicia and Courtney to help dye eggs. It was alot of fun. We took about 45 minutes to get all of those eggs dyed. We had to pack them all up then we stored them in the store cooler to keep them safe. I forgot my camera, so I don't have pictures of the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However... I do have pictures of the morning of the big hunt!! It is basically family tradition to help the bunny hide all those eggs for the city. So my family, being the amazing people they are, came out and helped!!! YAY!! I was super excited to see a few more of my family members than is usually here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekMq0UwfvI/AAAAAAAAAWU/NJTvlZSMY8A/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekMq0UwfvI/AAAAAAAAAWU/NJTvlZSMY8A/s400/024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325801964082069234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekMqt3V1wI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ioX0mUEJmoo/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekMqt3V1wI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ioX0mUEJmoo/s400/027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325801962348074754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekMqXPeCRI/AAAAAAAAAWE/k0bKM7ikzEI/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekMqXPeCRI/AAAAAAAAAWE/k0bKM7ikzEI/s400/032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325801956275259666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family and was sooo glad that I could share this special occasion with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekNRw0WI3I/AAAAAAAAAWc/4uHTq3YHIeE/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekNRw0WI3I/AAAAAAAAAWc/4uHTq3YHIeE/s400/035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325802633155715954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a cold cold morning, but it was well worth it for the faces of all those kids. I got a picture of my cute cousin Peyton lining up for the hunt! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekNs6khYYI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xta-BmFwRDg/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekNs6khYYI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xta-BmFwRDg/s400/039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325803099630166402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is the cutest little kid in the world. I was glad that they came out for Easter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the hunt began, I took off running to try and get to the other side of the field to watch Andrew run to get some fun Easter presents. I missed the beginning, but I made it to see him show off his stuff. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekQIQCrB5I/AAAAAAAAAWs/aP8hGzPB34k/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekQIQCrB5I/AAAAAAAAAWs/aP8hGzPB34k/s400/045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325805768273495954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is the cutest nephew in the world!!! I love him to death!! He had a fun time hunting, but an even better time, helping my grandpa throw candy out to the kids standing in line to see the bunny. Olivia did good too! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekREi7LfgI/AAAAAAAAAW0/voZmcZpU-Jw/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekREi7LfgI/AAAAAAAAAW0/voZmcZpU-Jw/s400/057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325806804134493698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lol... she didn't hunt of course, but she got a little book thing, I think. And soon fell asleep. So she didn't get to see the bunny, but her mom and brother sure did! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekRh2ivQgI/AAAAAAAAAXE/duVqkDKmd-Q/s1600-h/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekRh2ivQgI/AAAAAAAAAXE/duVqkDKmd-Q/s400/062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325807307616895490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekRhurU2BI/AAAAAAAAAW8/s7tj_BhFTMo/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekRhurU2BI/AAAAAAAAAW8/s7tj_BhFTMo/s400/061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325807305505429522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Overall that part of the weekend was GREAT! We had a fun time at the hunt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-4384604368871660962?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/4384604368871660962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=4384604368871660962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/4384604368871660962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/4384604368871660962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-message-delayed-sorry.html' title='Easter Message Delayed... Sorry :('/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SekMq0UwfvI/AAAAAAAAAWU/NJTvlZSMY8A/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-1324918517243610858</id><published>2009-04-07T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:17:40.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Real Important</title><content type='html'>Well, nothing extremely exciting has happened in my life in the past little while, but I felt like I needed to blog. Even it is about absolutely nothing. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent got a new job. Right now it is in the "trial period". Whatever that means. He works for the city in the parks and recreation department. He loves it, so that is all that matters. I told him to work hard and not argue with anyone. I felt like I was talking to a child, but sometimes it needs to be a little reminder to us all to try and get along with those who we don't get along with. After all, it does say in the scriptures, "But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my next subject. Work for me has been overly stressful in the past couple of weeks. Wren (Felicia, long story) and I have been doing really well. We've been putting out a bunch of reports for our client and had thought that we were doing well. Unfortunately, oil prices dropped, so it didn't matter how well we were doing. The client that we have been working for said, "this is how much we can afford to pay researchers every month. So if you have to lay people off, do it." Luckily my boss is an understanding man. And he did lay off a couple of people that he was having to pay mileage for and then put the rest of us on three day weeks. So we can work any three days we want as long as it is only three! So that part didn't make me as upset as this next part, because truthfully I was just greatful to still have a job! In the past little while, Wren and I thought that we had some "friends" in the company to talk too and do things with, lunch, help, etc. Turns out we were wrong. Wren was doing a small project and I went to help her turn part of it in, had to run back to the county building to grab my power cord for my laptop and they were asking me all sorts of questions about if she was going to get her out computer and how our projects were coming and all that. Then out of nowhere comes, "well she better get one of her own because I'm sure that our boss doesn't like you two sharing one computer". I was ticked and left, but after talking to Wren remembered that we had talked to the boss earlier and he knew we were sharing one computer and didn't seem to mind. So we shrugged it off. But I thought that it was totally rude for them to freak out on us. We have come to the conclusion that they are secretly hoping we loose our jobs, so that they can get more work. So we've been extra careful to keep our work secret and not talk about anything with no one outside of our little "time out" room. So I pray that those who are despitefully using us to get ahead in the company figure out that it doesn't matter who you step on, your not going to gain anything in the long run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However... good news to report! Gram is doing good!!! She had surgery yesterday to test the area around where the mass was and we should know the results in the next week. Bad news... grandpa just found out he has diabetes. Type 2, so it can be managed with pills and a change in his diet. He laughed because Megan said that the good Lord is going to make him eat how she has been trying to get him to eat for a long time. haha! Gram said to him during dinner the other night, "well I know why this is happening, you just wanted to steal some of the attention away from me." LOL!! We laughed for a good long time over that one. I love those two! They are the best grandparents anyone could ask for. They are understanding, grateful, loving and compassionate. I have learned a great deal from them. The best of them probably being service or that if life knocks you down, get back up and keep going. There is always someone out there worse off than you. Thanks Grammy and Gramps for being great teachers! Love ya tons!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-1324918517243610858?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/1324918517243610858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=1324918517243610858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/1324918517243610858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/1324918517243610858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-nothing-extremely-exciting-has.html' title='Nothing Real Important'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-3099282215297387845</id><published>2009-03-31T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:43:29.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy what? Oh... HOLY COW!!!</title><content type='html'>Four times a year there is a large craft sale in Pleasant Grove. My Aunts, Mom and a few other friends have been going for the past few years. Well last year they decided I was grown up enough to go with them, haha. So I was expecting a HUGE building filled with crafts that you could make or take home already made, since I had already seen some of the stuff that my mom and Aunt Christy had brought home with them. So I was pumped! I was super excited because we were going when it was a mixture of Halloween, Thankgsiving and Christmas things for sale. I purchased some presents for my mother in law and then for myself of course. I was super excited because I bought a picture of the Timpanogas Temple for a great price and a plaque to hang on my wall in my room. I was getting ready to redo my room in sepia tone's and blue's, so I was really excited to get home and hang it on the wall. But of course, I felt bad that I got all this stuff for me and nothing for my husband. Boy was I excited when I walked around a corner and there was a big table full of baked goods. Chocolate chip cookies to be exact. The biggest, yummiest chocolate chip cookies I had ever seen. So I got some, he loved them of course. I was super pumped when my mom told me that the next dates were March 25-28th! I was hoping to spend some more time with my aunts and their friends, plus Lindsey was coming this time!! Unfortunately, Susie and Shelly couldn't come because of timing and Lindsey was coming on Friday, not Thursday, so we weren't going to be able to see her either. So we set off to go spend a butt load of money on things for ourselves. haha! Heidi was driving, thank heavens! Because we hit a wicked wind/snow storm on Strawberry that we could barely see in front of us some of the time. I have never been so grateful for those stupid rumble strips ever! I don't know if we had been able to know where we were if it weren't for those things. But we made it and bought a bunch of fun stuff. I took a picture of some of my items. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SdJSEE-wF9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/R2Em1MuG8CE/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SdJSEE-wF9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/R2Em1MuG8CE/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319404339887871954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favorite purchase would probably be the sunflower girl. I am so excited for the weather to warm up so that I can plant some flowers in her little bucket!! The funniest thing happened while I was trying to get my stuff organized to take a picture. My mom and sister's cat, Maggie, decided that she really really liked the sunflower girl... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SdJSxSWS-MI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6fjR1wD2Gt4/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SdJSxSWS-MI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6fjR1wD2Gt4/s400/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319405116570400962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SdJSxyUhJdI/AAAAAAAAAVc/EZnqQimeBPU/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SdJSxyUhJdI/AAAAAAAAAVc/EZnqQimeBPU/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319405125152875986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maggie would NOT leave her alone. I finally had to shove her out of the picture really quickly to take a picture. But then as soon as I was done, she started sniffing and just layed down by it. Silly cat!! But nevertheless, we had a great time. I bought a Easter present for the my neice and nephew. I am so excited to give it to them!! They have everything there! From baked goods, to vinyl lettering, to premade crafts, to pictures, to a few small clothes stands. It is sooo much fun! So I have enclosed for my dear readers the address and the dates. So that you can also go and spend a fun day with friends, family and anyone else that has a craft shopping addiction! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Cow Boutique, held at the Old Pleasant Grove Rec Center: 65 East 200 South.&lt;br /&gt;Blogspot website: www.holycowboutique.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Dates for 2009: Mother's Day: May 6th-9th, Harvest: September 23rd-26th, &amp; Christmas: November 18-21st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-3099282215297387845?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/3099282215297387845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=3099282215297387845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/3099282215297387845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/3099282215297387845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/03/holy-what-oh-holy-cow.html' title='Holy what? Oh... HOLY COW!!!'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SdJSEE-wF9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/R2Em1MuG8CE/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-6952787484212400232</id><published>2009-03-16T19:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:03:50.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER Birthday party??!!</title><content type='html'>My goodness!! So my last post was about Megan's visit to town for Grandpa's bday and Spring Break, but then Morgan had his birthday also a few days later and then my cousin Shawn's is this week... and then we had a visitor who our family has adopted that we haven't been able to see in a very long time. My mom's best friend, Traci! So the family started out the day with a little four wheeling in Nights Hollow. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sb8N64UW2uI/AAAAAAAAAUM/6yedqUSAwNI/s1600-h/194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sb8N64UW2uI/AAAAAAAAAUM/6yedqUSAwNI/s320/194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313981390521817826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sb8N6nHA9XI/AAAAAAAAAUE/cngLLkQUduQ/s1600-h/187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sb8N6nHA9XI/AAAAAAAAAUE/cngLLkQUduQ/s320/187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313981385902454130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sb8N6BzeGMI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ZwljownS0pk/s1600-h/185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sb8N6BzeGMI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ZwljownS0pk/s320/185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313981375888365762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Along our little jaunt through the trails, we saw these amazing pieces of ice that had broken off of the middle of the lake and the waves caused it to form this formation. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sb8PCQDVE7I/AAAAAAAAAUU/PkBdx-c4BBU/s1600-h/0314091801%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sb8PCQDVE7I/AAAAAAAAAUU/PkBdx-c4BBU/s320/0314091801%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313982616663561138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had a couple of lovely family members get on and pose for all of you viewers. If you can't tell who they are, I'll give you a hint... it's Trent and Chad... good hint huh? &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sb8Pj_CH9TI/AAAAAAAAAUk/TeuUzZeEYBU/s1600-h/0314091803%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sb8Pj_CH9TI/AAAAAAAAAUk/TeuUzZeEYBU/s320/0314091803%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313983196210656562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sb8PjJNzAGI/AAAAAAAAAUc/-DQTFyq_g4M/s1600-h/0314091802a%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sb8PjJNzAGI/AAAAAAAAAUc/-DQTFyq_g4M/s320/0314091802a%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313983181764100194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then afterwards it was time for an amazing cake that I had built... I made two of them, but I made the one that I made for Emily's birthday, which was the banana crunch cake. But my masterpiece that I stole from Jody Martin, thanks Jodi! was a candy barrel cake. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sb8Qb6hIt0I/AAAAAAAAAUs/tmtrXoiBcOY/s1600-h/213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sb8Qb6hIt0I/AAAAAAAAAUs/tmtrXoiBcOY/s320/213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313984157071226690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a big hit! And I had a fun time making it. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sb8QxkiU-GI/AAAAAAAAAU0/pZCNwKWDrno/s1600-h/199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sb8QxkiU-GI/AAAAAAAAAU0/pZCNwKWDrno/s320/199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313984529127766114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had to have the party for all four of them because it's always best with big numbers right? But I just wanted to say how nice it was to spend some time with Traci. I hadn't seen her since my wedding and her son had recently passed away, so I was excited to see her. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sb8SFf3g3OI/AAAAAAAAAU8/29UVgEtGgNg/s1600-h/217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sb8SFf3g3OI/AAAAAAAAAU8/29UVgEtGgNg/s320/217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313985970983460066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I hope she has a good birthday! It's not until the first part of April, but it was fun to spend it with "extended" family. lol! I hope that everyone had a good birthday! I had fun seeing everyone again, but I fear that if I see another cake in the near future, I will throw up! So if you have a birthday, don't expect me to be part of the cake eating, because I can't! I tried to get a good picture of the four birthday "kids", but Morgan was scowling and Traci kept closing her eyes... so this is the best I got. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sb8S_3bnJbI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Yg9ElkZGk4U/s1600-h/216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sb8S_3bnJbI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Yg9ElkZGk4U/s320/216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313986973741295026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-6952787484212400232?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/6952787484212400232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=6952787484212400232' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/6952787484212400232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/6952787484212400232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-birthday-party.html' title='ANOTHER Birthday party??!!'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sb8N64UW2uI/AAAAAAAAAUM/6yedqUSAwNI/s72-c/194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-6815097378651307399</id><published>2009-03-16T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:17:48.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Stuff</title><content type='html'>Megan, Ben and the kids came out for Spring Break. Not the whole thing, but long enough to spend some time with the family and for Ben to do a little homework and Megan to make a carrot cake for Grandpa for his birthday. She made the cake and I made the frosting, but something happened (I'm pretty sure it was the frosting) and it didn't taste the same as it normally does. I LOVE Megan's carrot cake, so I know it wasn't her. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sb8Im_WDVKI/AAAAAAAAATk/cuac1RCVpVI/s1600-h/130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313975551252452514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sb8Im_WDVKI/AAAAAAAAATk/cuac1RCVpVI/s320/130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But never the less, we had a good time. In other news, Andrew and Olivia have grown up a bit since I saw them last. Olivia was up on her knee's rocking back and forth trying to crawl and get Andrew's trains. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sb8KWXlCbyI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6xtjftFuMzA/s1600-h/117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313977464723238690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sb8KWXlCbyI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6xtjftFuMzA/s320/117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sb8KV2G0RzI/AAAAAAAAATs/_Cm9oHxQRUk/s1600-h/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313977455738111794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sb8KV2G0RzI/AAAAAAAAATs/_Cm9oHxQRUk/s320/106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andrew had been calling my mom "Pa" for the longest time, until this weekend! HAHA!! He has now started calling her Grandpa!!! ROFL!! I know those of you reading this are laughing right along with me. I have to laugh because now my mother is having an identity crisis. But whether or not she was being called Pa or Grandpa she had a great time playing with her two favorite people in the world. I was glad to see them again. I had planned on going two weeks before to Logan, but ended up having a bad cold and had to pay bills. So I was soooo excited to see them! It was a short visit, but I think we had fun. I love spending time with Andrew and Olivia because it makes me feel young again. Playing trains, talking like a complete moron and completely different language. And Olivia crawled as soon as they got home! So I hope that I get to spend some time with them again before she learns how to walk!!! lol I miss having all my family here. It's nice when everyone comes out. We play games, talk, watch movies, etc. Ben, Megan, my mom, Trent and I watched some old John Wayne movie until 11:30 or so. It was a funny movie, but the best part was just getting to spend time with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-6815097378651307399?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/6815097378651307399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=6815097378651307399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/6815097378651307399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/6815097378651307399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/03/fun-stuff.html' title='Fun Stuff'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/Sb8Im_WDVKI/AAAAAAAAATk/cuac1RCVpVI/s72-c/130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-5828722685046308935</id><published>2009-02-28T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:07:36.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Out With Mom</title><content type='html'>My mom got tickets to go to the Rascal Flatts concert and after going through 2 other people, she finally picked me as her date! Third time's a charm!!!! We went to Salt Lake on Thursday and went to dinner at Benihana's. I had never been, but was assured that they had steak and chicken there since I don't eat seafood and haven't ever tried Japanese. I was a little erie about going to eat at some place that I had never been before. But we get there and sit down at this table with three guys that we don't know and I look at the menu and about die. Prices are way to much for my tiny budget, but my mom bought, so I was okay with ordering. I just had issues with food... I could order chicken or steak, but it came with shrimp appetizer and onion soup and salad with weird dressing and onions and some kind of squash. I was dying... what the heck was I going to do? So I get chicken and tried to eat the shrimp, but about threw up. Couldn't eat the salad, but thank heaven above there is my chicken and rice!!! It was good chicken and I loved the rice. But I will probably never eat there again. But thanks for trying something new for me mom! It was fun. So then we go to the concert... YAYAYAYAYAY!!!!!!! We got there an hour early and found our seats that weren't that far from the stage. We were on the 15th row. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SanLd5Gu03I/AAAAAAAAASE/6AMmAk_jbgk/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SanLd5Gu03I/AAAAAAAAASE/6AMmAk_jbgk/s400/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307997350238540658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was really great. Jessica Simpson opened up for Rascal Flatts and I have to admit, at first I was a little worried that it would be boring because I was use to listening to her as a pop artist, not country. But she did a really really good job and I was impressed. Except for the one time that she forgot her lyrics, but she laughed it off as being a blonde and went on with the show. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SanJ4tKl9fI/AAAAAAAAAR0/VJJ6t_xljC4/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SanJ4tKl9fI/AAAAAAAAAR0/VJJ6t_xljC4/s400/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307995611866723826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She sang a few songs that I actually new too. She sang "With You", which is actually from her pop album, but she sang it for her fans and I really enjoyed hearing her live sing that song. Her back up singer was walking through the crowd after they got done and during the Rascal Flatts part, she walked right by us. I ALMOST asked her for a photo, but figured that since it was in the middle of the concert, she probably wouldn't have liked that. But when the main event started, everyone was on their feet ready to dance and sing along with those handsome country boys. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SanLBcZE2yI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Xovu_9EIBcg/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SanLBcZE2yI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Xovu_9EIBcg/s400/046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307996861494516514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SanMJgS25fI/AAAAAAAAASM/yrsjICrW5QU/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SanMJgS25fI/AAAAAAAAASM/yrsjICrW5QU/s400/061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307998099492759026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During the concert, Jay was making fun of the girls in Utah and how they wear the short skirts and tight fitting clothes and then wonder why everyone stares at them. He had this towel wrapped around him and demonstrated how short the skirts are. And even pointed to someone in the crowd and said, "yep like that." I would have died if he pointed to me. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SanNaTjHJ5I/AAAAAAAAASU/0ohFiuUeb_0/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SanNaTjHJ5I/AAAAAAAAASU/0ohFiuUeb_0/s400/056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307999487640676242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was hilarious!!! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SanPrpmBDbI/AAAAAAAAASs/FPg9rWar_4o/s1600-h/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SanPrpmBDbI/AAAAAAAAASs/FPg9rWar_4o/s320/068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308001984639471026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  They sang many many songs and talked along through out the concert, but then it came to a close and they left the stage. But my mom, being the brilliant mind she is, says wait it isn't over, they haven't sang "bob that head" and this is the "bob that head" tour. So the crowd cheers really loud and they come back out and boom! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SanOPRGFmmI/AAAAAAAAASc/7Ksy7GT2Pn0/s1600-h/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SanOPRGFmmI/AAAAAAAAASc/7Ksy7GT2Pn0/s400/088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308000397515135586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The confetti starts falling and the balloons come down. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SanPWJnEaBI/AAAAAAAAASk/gNNrvs2TMFo/s1600-h/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SanPWJnEaBI/AAAAAAAAASk/gNNrvs2TMFo/s400/090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308001615276697618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The crowd is having a blast and the band is singing their hearts out. It was an amazing finish to an amazing concert. My favorite concert I have ever been too. So I am not offended in the least that I was the backup plan because in the end my mom and I had the greatest night singing along, bobbing our heads and then singing all the way home! If you get a chance to go see a rascal flatts concert, DO IT! It is an amazing amazing show and the boys will NOT dissapoint!!! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SanQSw0SqhI/AAAAAAAAAS0/p4eCfJdcqOs/s1600-h/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SanQSw0SqhI/AAAAAAAAAS0/p4eCfJdcqOs/s320/078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308002656593291794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Joe Don is HOTTTT!!! So it is worth going and seeing him alone. Hahaha ... Thanks mom for the fun evening, it was really great to sing all those fun songs with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-5828722685046308935?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/5828722685046308935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=5828722685046308935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/5828722685046308935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/5828722685046308935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/02/night-out-with-mom.html' title='Night Out With Mom'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SanLd5Gu03I/AAAAAAAAASE/6AMmAk_jbgk/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-9190284707260818122</id><published>2009-02-21T18:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:18:12.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old School Board Games</title><content type='html'>Trent and I went to Vernal today to get a few things. We decided that we wanted to buy a new game to play on our "date" nights, so we went in search to find something good to play. It amazes me that in the last few years all things have changed. We don't just have regular old school monopoly anymore, oh no... we have electronic monopoly that gives you a credit card to figure out the money. And then there is some other bunch of games that I don't even know what they are. I have seen cranium and boggle and scrabble... oh yes scrabble... now there is a turn table one. Oh geez... the things that people come up with. So Trent and I had a hard time finding one that we wanted to play. Mostly because we had left Duchesne with all intentions of purchasing the old school Life board game. Which let me tell you is not the easiest thing to find in a small town store. We did find it... well almost old school... it has these weird exemption card things, but other than that, it looked pretty much the same. But we are super excited to have "date" night this week and play our new game. Not that we don't like the newer games, trust me, we LOVE the game Ticket to Ride!! It's our fav (thanks Ben and Meg)!!! And Trent's new favorite in the past couple of weeks is Yahtzee. He had never played it before. He had a strange childhood apparently. And we want to get monopoly. We (I) played it at our friends, the Poundstone's, house on a little get together and I kicked trash! I beat everyone by a LONG ways. So I really want to get it and play again. But if anyone has any great games that they have played, please let me know. Even if it is some card game, that would be great. We just need some sort of variety, because we are falling short on ideas! Thanks peeps!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-9190284707260818122?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/9190284707260818122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=9190284707260818122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/9190284707260818122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/9190284707260818122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/02/old-school-board-games.html' title='Old School Board Games'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-5168638920797382506</id><published>2009-02-17T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:05:23.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Fun</title><content type='html'>I got the hair brained idea to make sugar cookies to hand out for my sharing time. I had to teach sharing time to the entire primary of course, but then on top of that the stake presidency was there also. But I thought, I think I can make cookies for all of those little kids. haha So I roped my mom into helping me out. I made the cookie dough Friday after work and then with all good intentions of watching a movie and then making the cookies. Well... my dear mother, got a better invitation from a friend of her's so she put me off and we had to wait. We got up at a decent hour on Saturday and started rolling and cutting out cookies. (Did I mention that I doubled the recipe because I didn't know how many kids there were?) We probably spent two, maybe three, hours working on this. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SZuGX1YwB3I/AAAAAAAAARE/0nvrIGOybOI/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SZuGX1YwB3I/AAAAAAAAARE/0nvrIGOybOI/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303980730184894322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom is a real trooper and rolled and cut them out, while I put them on the pans, then baked them and then took them and put them on the cooling racks. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SZuGYO7mlUI/AAAAAAAAARM/aiyfEXGkhFg/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SZuGYO7mlUI/AAAAAAAAARM/aiyfEXGkhFg/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303980737041962306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Needless to say we had cookies EVERYWHERE!!! So we took a little break after baking them to take some much needed relaxing and then got to frosting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SZuHFkZWe3I/AAAAAAAAARU/QBCO7l0mHbY/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SZuHFkZWe3I/AAAAAAAAARU/QBCO7l0mHbY/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303981515897994098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SZuHGXsgwnI/AAAAAAAAARc/CIQ-M-OTPlo/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SZuHGXsgwnI/AAAAAAAAARc/CIQ-M-OTPlo/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303981529668567666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: I LOVE those sugar cookies you get from the store with the pink frosting and my hubby told me a secret to make them better, you put it in the microwave for a few seconds to warm it up and then eat it!! AMAZING!!!!! haha... anyway... we made 56 cookies for the primary kids and then we took some to grandpa, and my aunt Christy's, and to my mom's friends, and a friend of mine... we got rid of all of them but four that I gave to my dear husband for Valentine's Day. He loves sugar cookies!!! But I would love to thank my mom for being a great sport and helping me out. It was alot of fun, we had music blaring the whole time and sang our hearts out while we enjoyed each others company. Thanks mom! I hope you had a good valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SZuIMt8aQnI/AAAAAAAAARk/Ap0nIBTAYvQ/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SZuIMt8aQnI/AAAAAAAAARk/Ap0nIBTAYvQ/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303982738231673458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another great part about this holiday is a little tradition that my mom and Jennifer started with each other. They both decided that the holiday sucks a few years ago, so they started being each other's valentine's. Sending flowers to each other was part of it and then my mom would call her valentine and ask if she wanted to go out to dinner, which Trent and I agreed to go on a "double" date with them. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SZuINLCN7QI/AAAAAAAAARs/Hq3DlEtfZPM/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SZuINLCN7QI/AAAAAAAAARs/Hq3DlEtfZPM/s320/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303982746040659202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended up being a lot of fun. We didn't go anywhere expensive or extravagant we just went and had alot of fun. Oh and we watched a really great movie. It's called Fireproof and I HIGHLY recommend it to everyone. So I hope that everyone had a great valentine's day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-5168638920797382506?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/5168638920797382506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=5168638920797382506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/5168638920797382506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/5168638920797382506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine-fun.html' title='Valentine Fun'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SZuGX1YwB3I/AAAAAAAAARE/0nvrIGOybOI/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-6899226543841958687</id><published>2009-02-17T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:02:15.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumors</title><content type='html'>So this weekend I heard a rumor that was not exactly my favorite thing to hear about. But it got me thinking... why do people spread rumors? If your going to spread any of kind of rumors it should be something nice right? Like did you hear that she's getting flowers for Valentine's Day? Or did you hear they are going on some expensive vacation? Or something along those lines. But no... it has to always be hurtful and hateful. Do the people that start these rumors not stop to think about the damage that it is not only going to do to the soul of the person that it is about, but the family that it affects? Here's the other thing, you'd think that if someone would call or come up to the actual person that it affects and say, hey did you know that this is going around? Especially if they are neighbors, friends, relative's. So my new resolution is to not start any rumors about anyone. I haven't in quite sometime said anything about anyone, (I don't think) but I am not going to start any or participate in any either. If any of you hear me say anything about anyone, please stop me. I don't want anyone to have the feelings in their soul that I have had this last weekend and beginning of my week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-6899226543841958687?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/6899226543841958687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=6899226543841958687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/6899226543841958687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/6899226543841958687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/02/rumors.html' title='Rumors'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-5114842971081627655</id><published>2009-02-12T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:01:11.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay It Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SZRiGei8JOI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/W9jDyuaiaTg/s1600-h/pay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SZRiGei8JOI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/W9jDyuaiaTg/s320/pay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301970524740265186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got this idea from my brilliant sister and I wanted to be one of the first people to write on it. But I think it's a great idea. So I wanted to do it. I have a few friends that would do it... I think! ha ha... Anyway, post it on your's write a comment and then when the first three that comment on my blog... well... we'll see what happens after that. Happy Valentines everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-5114842971081627655?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/5114842971081627655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=5114842971081627655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/5114842971081627655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/5114842971081627655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/02/pay-it-forward.html' title='Pay It Forward'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SZRiGei8JOI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/W9jDyuaiaTg/s72-c/pay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-3300675603695776745</id><published>2009-02-03T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:20:31.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know, Trent and I have lived with my mom for quite some time now. I know that I am old enough to be on my own, but this just felt right. Like she needed me or something... what I didn't know is how much I needed her. I had a bad phone call a few weeks ago with my Dad. It was rough for starters because I had my feelings hurt when my brother, Trent, had their baby at 5:30 on a Friday and I didn't know about it until about 9:45 that night. If I would have known, I would have been there. I knew that Trent was busy, so I placed the blame on everyone else. So I called my Dad to vent, but what I wasn't expecting was for him to start in on me about some very hurtful things. One of them being that I lived with my mom still. He told me that he had talked to my Mom several times and she wanted me and Trent out, but didn't have the heart to tell me. That hurt... I immediately started crying and my Mom wanted to know what was wrong. I told her what he had said and she told me that she had never said such a thing to him. That she enjoyed us being here. I thought she was just saying that to make me stop crying. But on Sunday, it was testimony meeting and she bore testimony that she loved having us in her home. To have her say that made all my doubts go away. Then my Mom and I had spent time on Saturday baking for a friend of her's that was in the Basin and she wanted to show her baking skills. So she made sour cream coffee cake and I made two apple pies. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SYkV5jWqqvI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Qp9vHTPjsiE/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SYkV5jWqqvI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Qp9vHTPjsiE/s320/072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298790515065137906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom is an amazing cook. She makes the best manicotti in the entire world. But I wanted to say how much I admire her. I admire her spirit and her courage to get through trials. She has taught me the value of work and service and kindness. She has also helped me alot with life in general. She is always there to listen to me, even though she might not like what she hears. She gives useful advice. She is talented in many areas. She is a great movie partner. And she is an amazing friend. I love spending time with her. She knows how to help me feel better about life and not to give up on my dreams. So thanks Mom, for loving Trent and I enough to let us be in your home and feel the spirit that is there. The Lord blesses those that bless others lives and I know that he is blessing you. Thanks for everything. We love you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-3300675603695776745?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/3300675603695776745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=3300675603695776745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/3300675603695776745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/3300675603695776745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-mom.html' title='My Mom'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SYkV5jWqqvI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Qp9vHTPjsiE/s72-c/072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-153908601331910180</id><published>2009-02-03T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:58:25.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Talons!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SYkP5wW5mLI/AAAAAAAAAQc/57PTJP64Z0I/s1600-h/107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SYkP5wW5mLI/AAAAAAAAAQc/57PTJP64Z0I/s320/107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298783921486010546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SYkPs7JfpjI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Z_iCU5ofHkg/s1600-h/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SYkPs7JfpjI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Z_iCU5ofHkg/s320/108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298783701044274738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to the Duchesne High School Talons and my sweet cousin Emily on their 6th State win. It started with Megan and her senior year, then to Lindsay, then Jennifer and now Emily. They did so good and I was glad to make it to see them do prop and see them win. It was great to be a part of that, and if they win next year (knock on wood) they will hold the record for straight consecutive wins. But besides the girls win, this is also a win for Kellee and Nikki. Those two have done an amazing job with those girls and for only having two of them that had any dance experience when the year started, to see those girls dance with such passion and talent is amazing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SYkRgO0K8YI/AAAAAAAAAQk/O0odbnB3TIk/s1600-h/113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SYkRgO0K8YI/AAAAAAAAAQk/O0odbnB3TIk/s320/113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298785682008502658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SYkRwry5ITI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6J33QtVniEE/s1600-h/114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SYkRwry5ITI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6J33QtVniEE/s320/114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298785964665676082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-153908601331910180?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/153908601331910180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=153908601331910180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/153908601331910180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/153908601331910180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/02/shout-out-to-duchesne-high-school.html' title='Go Talons!'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SYkP5wW5mLI/AAAAAAAAAQc/57PTJP64Z0I/s72-c/107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-1579011664148479237</id><published>2009-02-03T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:25:40.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>So I know this is TOTALLY late, but better late than never right? Emily turned 15 on the 24th of January. And we had a little party for her at Christy's house. I made her a cake, which she told me four months before her birthday that she wanted and it was a miracle in itself that I remembered. It was a yummy Banana Crunch Cake! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SYkHQUjrErI/AAAAAAAAAPk/9e12qmNO8U8/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SYkHQUjrErI/AAAAAAAAAPk/9e12qmNO8U8/s320/054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298774413555733170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was basically amazing and Emily was excited that I remembered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SYkH03ldjeI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aUw-H8wtj9o/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SYkH03ldjeI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aUw-H8wtj9o/s320/058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298775041433767394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So funny story about Emily's birthday presents... When I asked her what she wanted for her birthday, she said that she couldn't think of anything, but she'd text me a list. So that is what she did which included: a charm for her cell phone, the cinderella story soundtrack, a movie, etc. So then a few days later she is talking to my grandmother and says that she told me she wanted the cinderella story 2 soundtrack, I was like oh wait what? You asked for the first one's soundtrack and she's like uh no and I said uh yes... anyway, what she didn't know was that my mom had already ordered her the first one and it was already on it's way. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SYkJO1jjtmI/AAAAAAAAAP0/VXlU-65XAP0/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SYkJO1jjtmI/AAAAAAAAAP0/VXlU-65XAP0/s320/049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298776587077138018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily my grandparents ordered her the second one, so she got both!! LOL!!! Anyway, what I really wanted to say about this girl is that I have gotten to know her alot better since I served in the young womens and I want her to know that I am proud of the young women that she has turned out to be. I am always surprised at the things that I learn from her. I hope that she got everything she wanted for her birthday!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SYkKhJ1sbSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ZdbQicaHdJw/s1600-h/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SYkKhJ1sbSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ZdbQicaHdJw/s320/069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298778001271188770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-1579011664148479237?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/1579011664148479237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=1579011664148479237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/1579011664148479237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/1579011664148479237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/02/belated-happy-birthday.html' title='Belated Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SYkHQUjrErI/AAAAAAAAAPk/9e12qmNO8U8/s72-c/054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-2238175766430590866</id><published>2009-01-27T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:02:29.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Shout Out</title><content type='html'>This is going to be a small post because frankly I am tired and getting ready to watch a movie. Tomorrow night I will try and get caught up with my posts.... I have atleast three that I need to write. I'll see what I can do... ANYWAY... I just wanted to give a little shout to to my dear cousin Emily and her first win at the Region level for drill team!!! They will be competing this weekend at State and trying to defend their five time state championship!!! 6 wins at Region and 5 for State.... going for 6 this weekend! Good luck girls!! WOOOO WHOOOO!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SX-8ntL6ujI/AAAAAAAAAPc/n-eWjH8itlM/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SX-8ntL6ujI/AAAAAAAAAPc/n-eWjH8itlM/s200/029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296159077141494322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-2238175766430590866?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/2238175766430590866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=2238175766430590866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/2238175766430590866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/2238175766430590866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/01/small-shout-out.html' title='Small Shout Out'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SX-8ntL6ujI/AAAAAAAAAPc/n-eWjH8itlM/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-2494202545869488900</id><published>2009-01-21T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:06:44.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SXfuMU7XVOI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ca09KJtXvhQ/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SXfuMU7XVOI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ca09KJtXvhQ/s200/019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293961782540850402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cute little cousin Cassidy turned 9 years old yesterday! She is growing up so fast. Seems like just yesterday she was a little girl. We had a little family party for her last night. Christy made yummy chicken enchiladas and then we had cup cakes and ice cream. I was proud of myself, I only had a half of a cup cake and a tiny bit of ice cream. Cassidy got to open presents from the family. I'm a slacker and couldn't find one, so if any of you have a GREAT idea for me please share!! But she got a lot of new trains. Here's a funny story... Andrew LOVES trains right... well my grandpa got jealous of Andrew and his trains so he started buying some trains. Well then Morgan started playing with them too, which meant that Cassidy would play them with him as well. So for her birthday Cass got a ton of track and quite a few trains. I laughed that she likes them so much. She even got a pink one named Rosie that is battery operated and pulls the others around the track. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SXfuqh3aYVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/e0dP8FUuP2w/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SXfuqh3aYVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/e0dP8FUuP2w/s200/028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293962301410009426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SXfvicmqqMI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Dc6absd2tUw/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SXfvicmqqMI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Dc6absd2tUw/s200/039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293963262070270146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to the little girl that can make the room light up with her smile, regardless of being a little goof or not! Happy birthday Cassidy, we love you so much! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SXfwYpR7-eI/AAAAAAAAAPE/NQqfLVnDZV8/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SXfwYpR7-eI/AAAAAAAAAPE/NQqfLVnDZV8/s200/024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293964193185921506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-2494202545869488900?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/2494202545869488900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=2494202545869488900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/2494202545869488900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/2494202545869488900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SXfuMU7XVOI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ca09KJtXvhQ/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-6927300049034320782</id><published>2009-01-21T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:46:49.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet my new nephew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SXfpd12m6uI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Q4z8Rk1Xk5s/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SXfpd12m6uI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Q4z8Rk1Xk5s/s200/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293956585878907618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray Allen Bird, born January 16th at 5:36 and has a TON of hair. His proud parents Trent and Brenda Bird and big brother Jack were so excited for the new arrival. I was slightly jealous, but my brother assured me that I need to be next. Here's praying for a miracle! Trent (my husband) and I went to go and visit them at the hospital on Saturday. We didn't know about the baby being born until late on Friday and visiting hours were over. So we went over Saturday morning and visited with them for about three hours. It was GREAT to see them! And sooo amazing to hold my new nephew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SXfoOsNwNsI/AAAAAAAAAN0/cI1YzjR8yho/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SXfoOsNwNsI/AAAAAAAAAN0/cI1YzjR8yho/s200/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293955226081965762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SXfoO12HGBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/IKrCT8eXYn4/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SXfoO12HGBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/IKrCT8eXYn4/s200/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293955228667156498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you counting I have four nephews and one neice. Age wise it goes, Andrew, Hayden, Jack, Olivia and now Ray!!! I was so excited to hold a little on in my arms. Olivia is growing up to fast!! So here are a few pics of my new nephew and the fam. Jack was with his Grandma, so we couldn't get a family picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SXfq07S6EPI/AAAAAAAAAOc/1SW9yOy3Law/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SXfq07S6EPI/AAAAAAAAAOc/1SW9yOy3Law/s200/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293958081988399346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SXfq1NuQ-zI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Nsk-57o_4mU/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SXfq1NuQ-zI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Nsk-57o_4mU/s200/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293958086934985522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll notice that Trent (my brother) was wearing a tshirt that said Jack's daddy... we were making fun of him that we needed to go get a marker and add Ray. They are just going to make a new one with both names. It's amazing at how much of a blessing one tiny newborn brings into life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-6927300049034320782?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/6927300049034320782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=6927300049034320782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/6927300049034320782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/6927300049034320782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/01/meet-my-new-nephew.html' title='Meet my new nephew'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SXfpd12m6uI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Q4z8Rk1Xk5s/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-808339514479024317</id><published>2009-01-07T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:41:08.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Press 1 for English</title><content type='html'>During the randomness of my job, I have met a few new people. One of them being my new friend Peggy (we're not on a last name basis). She is from SLC and she drives back and forth every day to stand and take pictures for 8 hours a day. UGH... Anyway... today I was reading an email from a friend. It of course was one of those annoying forwards that you get all the time. But it was one of those funny one's that say things like: I wondered why the frisbee kept getting bigger and bigger, and then it hit me. OR: I did not hit you, I simply high fived your face. But my favorite was: Light travels faster than sound, this is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak. ANYWAY... the one that got our attention was a picture of an American flag and it said: Why the heck should I have to press 1 for English? So that is when my friend Peggy said, "why is it that when we travel to other countries they will not accomodate us and start speaking English. So why is it that we as American's have to start speaking a different language in our own country? We have to learn Spanish... this is American. We speak English." So being the quick tongued person that I can be sometimes I said... maybe it's cuz we are nicer people than those from a different country. We all laughed and then we went back to work. But I got thinking... why is it that we have to press 1 for English in our own country? I'm not prejudice or anything. And I often catch myself saying a few Spanish, German or Italian phrases. But I just got thinking, we speak English here. It is our language. We don't go into Germany and ask them to change their phone recordings to say, "For German, Press 1". Nor do we expect them to drop everything to try and speak the language. If they don't understand, they don't understand. And you go on until you find someone that does speak the language. Why is it not please press 1 for Spanish? Make sense? So for all you fellow bloggers, my question stands: Why do we have to Press 1 for English?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-808339514479024317?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/808339514479024317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=808339514479024317' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/808339514479024317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/808339514479024317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/01/please-press-1-for-english.html' title='Please Press 1 for English'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-3651778532638497591</id><published>2009-01-05T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:17:49.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MONSTER TRUCKS</title><content type='html'>Okay so if you read my previous post about what we got for Christmas you all know that Trent got tickets for monster trucks... so uhm, ya... we went on Saturday. We were on the sixth row, which ended up being the front row because the first six were taped off for security measures. Oh my goodness was Trent excited! He had alot of fun watching the trucks smash little cars like toothpics and I enjoyed watching the bikers. The trucks were incredibly loud and hurt my ears. Trent ended up running up the stairs during intermission to grab me some ear plugs, which ended up NOT working. So I just dealt with it and had the worst headache in the entire world after. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SWKC9dJLT_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/SYtuFYFhjEc/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SWKC9dJLT_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/SYtuFYFhjEc/s200/034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287932904793133042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SWKC8UA1MsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/9NhQa_MdGjc/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SWKC8UA1MsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/9NhQa_MdGjc/s200/035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287932885162341058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SWKC7nXVXGI/AAAAAAAAAMs/xb_tpu3x7bQ/s1600-h/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SWKC7nXVXGI/AAAAAAAAAMs/xb_tpu3x7bQ/s200/071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287932873177128034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bikers were AMAZING!!! They did some of the most awesome tricks in the entire world and they were really really high in the air. I got some pics that I will of course post on here, but please don't judge the quality, my camera sucks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SWKGGIHEjFI/AAAAAAAAANU/zAO2RvsLKJI/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SWKGGIHEjFI/AAAAAAAAANU/zAO2RvsLKJI/s200/056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287936352300862546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SWKGFkqT2dI/AAAAAAAAANM/CESeJE5THcQ/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SWKGFkqT2dI/AAAAAAAAANM/CESeJE5THcQ/s200/054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287936342784989650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SWKGFF33_CI/AAAAAAAAANE/d4DyI0SgkyA/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SWKGFF33_CI/AAAAAAAAANE/d4DyI0SgkyA/s200/046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287936334520384546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SWKGGvxT_zI/AAAAAAAAANc/4CX3JVaTqrE/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SWKGGvxT_zI/AAAAAAAAANc/4CX3JVaTqrE/s200/059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287936362947018546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad to spend a little quality time with my hubby doing something that he would enjoy. Now I don't feel so bad for making him do the things that I always want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SWKGguStDHI/AAAAAAAAANk/QbxXWN4cxXc/s1600-h/Trent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SWKGguStDHI/AAAAAAAAANk/QbxXWN4cxXc/s200/Trent.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287936809226800242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-3651778532638497591?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/3651778532638497591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=3651778532638497591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/3651778532638497591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/3651778532638497591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-so-if-you-read-my-previous-post.html' title='MONSTER TRUCKS'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SWKC9dJLT_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/SYtuFYFhjEc/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-4325271182000828837</id><published>2008-12-31T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T17:31:08.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>I loved Christmas this year. I don't know what it was about the whole holiday, but it was great. I missed my sister and her family alot, but I totally understand about "sharing". My grandpa did an amazing job on his prime rib this year. Actually all of the food was pretty amazing, but the prime rib was by far the best part. Unfortunately there was a part that came that I had been dreading since the day that Megan told me that she wouldn't be with us for Christmas Eve. The Christmas program... ugh... Jennifer got put in charge and it was good. We started out by playing this funny game and then we did the usual singing a bunch of songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwDtowDEII/AAAAAAAAAKc/RpJISo2VmeE/s1600-h/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwDtowDEII/AAAAAAAAAKc/RpJISo2VmeE/s200/091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286104145194061954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwDuGGAyEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/hdEYr0azXPg/s1600-h/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwDuGGAyEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/hdEYr0azXPg/s200/086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286104153070815298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we thought that it was all said and done, Jennifer broke out the macarana and we got up and danced... best part about the whole thing was that we got Grandma up doing it!! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwErcH43aI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mq02FgQBDMI/s1600-h/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwErcH43aI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mq02FgQBDMI/s200/098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286105206956285346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by the Cha Cha... &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwcwqC0DZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ghQPWFHEIPU/s1600-h/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwcwqC0DZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ghQPWFHEIPU/s200/101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286131684871507346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwFPyalKdI/AAAAAAAAAK0/IBEUPhkVtTk/s1600-h/099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwFPyalKdI/AAAAAAAAAK0/IBEUPhkVtTk/s200/099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286105831415556562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwF-z0aIcI/AAAAAAAAALU/yPGC1xWN4ak/s1600-h/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwF-z0aIcI/AAAAAAAAALU/yPGC1xWN4ak/s200/105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286106639246172610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwF-TbvbJI/AAAAAAAAALM/CQmZbF_b4So/s1600-h/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwF-TbvbJI/AAAAAAAAALM/CQmZbF_b4So/s200/106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286106630552775826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was bed time and Santa to come... These are a few things that we received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwMcaMD3yI/AAAAAAAAAMc/RnLK_ulIfaQ/s1600-h/118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwMcaMD3yI/AAAAAAAAAMc/RnLK_ulIfaQ/s200/118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286113744831897378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent got tickets to a monster truck show. And a few other things... I got the board game ticket to ride, American version and the expansion pack. And some really nice clothes! That I have proudly worn all week! I love them. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwISj7AdkI/AAAAAAAAALk/4WvUTvFf-6E/s1600-h/130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwISj7AdkI/AAAAAAAAALk/4WvUTvFf-6E/s200/130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286109177599522370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia got a new hat... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwIn-hMraI/AAAAAAAAALs/DDLv0-1QW8I/s1600-h/166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwIn-hMraI/AAAAAAAAALs/DDLv0-1QW8I/s200/166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286109545516281250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Andrew got his new best friend, Elmo and hungry hungry hippos... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwJO9qczsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/BqNWsbagxj0/s1600-h/192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwJO9qczsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/BqNWsbagxj0/s200/192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286110215301549762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwJPOFa0yI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ZQyTw1mqv1I/s1600-h/197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwJPOFa0yI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ZQyTw1mqv1I/s200/197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286110219709633314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best present was when grandma opened her present from all of the grandkids and loved it! We got it done in two days, thanks to CJ, and it was worth every penny to see the smile on her face when she opened it. Megan got all the good pictures, but here is one that I was able to get. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwKZA_VijI/AAAAAAAAAME/O3eEDtrx7EM/s1600-h/186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwKZA_VijI/AAAAAAAAAME/O3eEDtrx7EM/s200/186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286111487504779826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really amazing Christmas and the best part was being with my family. Trent and I were so amazed at the great time that we had. It ended too soon. Oh and this was CJ's last Christmas with us for a few years, while he is out serving the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwLZ87UoJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/i5FhmMuuUow/s1600-h/177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwLZ87UoJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/i5FhmMuuUow/s200/177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286112603105697938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwLZWx-a6I/AAAAAAAAAMM/PEgNbFnx5Ng/s1600-h/151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwLZWx-a6I/AAAAAAAAAMM/PEgNbFnx5Ng/s200/151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286112592865946530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope that you all had as great of a Christmas as we did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-4325271182000828837?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/4325271182000828837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=4325271182000828837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/4325271182000828837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/4325271182000828837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVwDtowDEII/AAAAAAAAAKc/RpJISo2VmeE/s72-c/091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-2331644042389434337</id><published>2008-12-31T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T17:26:53.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sub for Santa</title><content type='html'>My family has been heading up the local sub for santa program for as long as I can remember. And this year was no different. We had a great turnout of food donations and were able to give a bunch of it to the local food pantry. So hopefully a few more families are able to get some help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVv8R9SQ56I/AAAAAAAAAJM/BHXP4f-_Ad0/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVv8R9SQ56I/AAAAAAAAAJM/BHXP4f-_Ad0/s200/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286095973088552866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVv8SbDXItI/AAAAAAAAAJU/u2WGOQXblto/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVv8SbDXItI/AAAAAAAAAJU/u2WGOQXblto/s200/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286095981079110354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVv8SunrvAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/deoIhi5nG08/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVv8SunrvAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/deoIhi5nG08/s200/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286095986331728898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVv8SzBW0bI/AAAAAAAAAJk/w0v5po6ig60/s1600-h/220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVv8SzBW0bI/AAAAAAAAAJk/w0v5po6ig60/s200/220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286095987513151922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVv8TV8fhJI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2tpZRXR5vTA/s1600-h/225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVv8TV8fhJI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2tpZRXR5vTA/s200/225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286095996887991442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we woke up bright and early and sorted through the presents that were assigned the angels that my Aunt Christy put up on the Christmas trees around town. We had alot of support from the people who donated stuff to help the families this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVv9zvsrUmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zqCbSEPnYu0/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVv9zvsrUmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zqCbSEPnYu0/s200/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286097653068419682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVv90JG688I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yM1Utv5nCWc/s1600-h/230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVv90JG688I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yM1Utv5nCWc/s200/230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286097659889382338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVv90Th54jI/AAAAAAAAAKE/lO4jykfmv44/s1600-h/237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVv90Th54jI/AAAAAAAAAKE/lO4jykfmv44/s200/237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286097662686913074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVv91FvgMHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0yXPfvHvshg/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVv91FvgMHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0yXPfvHvshg/s200/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286097676165722226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya... I know... I look like I needed a little help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I would really like to say is that I am greatful to my family who have instilled in me the reason for Christmas. It isn't about the presents that we are goin to get, although we might love them, it is more about the giving and Christs birth and our families. I hope that we were able to help some families this year that truly appreciated it. It makes it all worth it when they are excited to see how much the community was able to help them. Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-2331644042389434337?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/2331644042389434337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=2331644042389434337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/2331644042389434337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/2331644042389434337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2008/12/sub-for-santa.html' title='Sub for Santa'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SVv8R9SQ56I/AAAAAAAAAJM/BHXP4f-_Ad0/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-2599831300401915593</id><published>2008-12-17T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:37:49.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night of misery??? Perhaps not...</title><content type='html'>Tonight was my first night staying home from young womens. I was soooo sad. Especially since Emily was at my house making treats for her friends and then she had to leave. And both her and my mom left and I stood in the doorway and watched them drive off and I cried like a little baby. I was so sad that this is what I stayed home and did... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SUnOoMb82YI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ib4E01ps-6A/s1600-h/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SUnOoMb82YI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ib4E01ps-6A/s200/069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280979227997165954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SUnOoYoMIhI/AAAAAAAAAIM/A9jZ7FjOZfo/s1600-h/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SUnOoYoMIhI/AAAAAAAAAIM/A9jZ7FjOZfo/s200/067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280979231269724690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SUnOoz1s5eI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZQ_0JKS8mxw/s1600-h/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SUnOoz1s5eI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZQ_0JKS8mxw/s200/068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280979238574155234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SUnOpOSCcrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xQbTNzulfTs/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SUnOpOSCcrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xQbTNzulfTs/s200/064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280979245672329906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SUnOpqKqmUI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SIn5Ol1L74g/s1600-h/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SUnOpqKqmUI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SIn5Ol1L74g/s200/065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280979253157599554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SUnPVTChowI/AAAAAAAAAI0/F-gBBbUzBac/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SUnPVTChowI/AAAAAAAAAI0/F-gBBbUzBac/s200/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280980002863686402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SUnPVNFkwvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/YEgd2ng-hrQ/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SUnPVNFkwvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/YEgd2ng-hrQ/s200/066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280980001265861362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding! I just finished the bonbons that I had started the night before. And my mom started the cookies, and Em started the pretzels, but I finished all of them. It was fun... but I still missed my girls. To my great suprise there was a knock on the door followed by singing outside... I opened the door and my girls were all standing there singing. It was sooo cute! I didn't even cry. They came in and sampled my stuff and said that it was good. THANK HEAVENS! Then before they left I had to get a picture. This was the result. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SUnR_XJKl1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/nl1-DNTecjI/s1600-h/IMG_0890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SUnR_XJKl1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/nl1-DNTecjI/s200/IMG_0890.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280982924543039314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my girls so much, but I know that they are in good hands. My mom will take good care of them for me. I hope that they all become wonderful and strong women. And that they remember what I taught them. I hope that they keep their strong testimonies and keep seeking for more knowledge. There is so much more to know!! So tonight wasn't so bad... I made treats, had a little me time, and saw my girls! What more could I have asked for on a night that I thought was going to be miserable... thanks Mom for bringing them over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-2599831300401915593?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/2599831300401915593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=2599831300401915593' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/2599831300401915593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/2599831300401915593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2008/12/tonight-was-my-first-night-staying-home.html' title='A night of misery??? Perhaps not...'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SUnOoMb82YI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ib4E01ps-6A/s72-c/069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-2400177277956565936</id><published>2008-12-09T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:54:19.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the floats go driving down the street...</title><content type='html'>Once a year in our grand ole' town. We have the tradition of putting a float in the light parade. This year it was Trent who thought of what we could do for our float. We weren't going to put one in, but Trent came up with a grand idea for one, so we put it together last minute. It was fun to spend time with Trent and not argue. I think because we both knew what this project's meaning was for the both of us. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST8qf44BMRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Zi-a_OmlvR4/s1600-h/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277984015633166610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST8qf44BMRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Zi-a_OmlvR4/s200/089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was greatful that he had the idea to make this float! We of course dedicated it to my gram's as she is fighting this awful disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few other floats that were there. Don't judge the quality of the pictures. Sometimes my camera takes good pics, sometimes not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST8sIqufThI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GjpQ1yv-FEk/s1600-h/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277985815721365010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST8sIqufThI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GjpQ1yv-FEk/s200/101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST8sIWTnntI/AAAAAAAAAGs/FvAl9jaHSvs/s1600-h/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277985810239954642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST8sIWTnntI/AAAAAAAAAGs/FvAl9jaHSvs/s200/100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST8sHhScsRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9v8M0qBOac0/s1600-h/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277985796007964946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST8sHhScsRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9v8M0qBOac0/s200/098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST8sHXtK4tI/AAAAAAAAAGc/N7AS_SuZMp8/s1600-h/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277985793435689682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST8sHXtK4tI/AAAAAAAAAGc/N7AS_SuZMp8/s200/094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a short parade, but it was really really nice. We then went to the fair building to see Santa!!! I got a picture of my nephew Jack sitting on Santa's lap. As you can see he doesn't exactly know what to think of him... it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST8tCpMJeMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hkHT0OhoXr8/s1600-h/103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277986811741305026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST8tCpMJeMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hkHT0OhoXr8/s200/103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got some priceless photo's of Santa with my Mom, Trent and I, and then finally the best one of all... My Grams. It was the best to see her with Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST8t59ve90I/AAAAAAAAAHE/dm9O1SJRVeU/s1600-h/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277987762151028546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST8t59ve90I/AAAAAAAAAHE/dm9O1SJRVeU/s200/108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST8t6Mj0pWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Xn-zWQa-G58/s1600-h/107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277987766128649570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST8t6Mj0pWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Xn-zWQa-G58/s200/107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST8t6reHQWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/XL2W6GNyHyQ/s1600-h/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277987774426202466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST8t6reHQWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/XL2W6GNyHyQ/s200/106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-2400177277956565936?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/2400177277956565936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=2400177277956565936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/2400177277956565936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/2400177277956565936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2008/12/light-parade.html' title='And the floats go driving down the street...'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST8qf44BMRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Zi-a_OmlvR4/s72-c/089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-2708182717671067544</id><published>2008-12-08T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:08:48.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Christmas Tree... Oh Christmas Tree...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST37F76Sh-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/6ULbLznhvKg/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277650417748183010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST37F76Sh-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/6ULbLznhvKg/s200/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight for family home evening we finally decided that we should put up our tree since Christmas is not far away. So I got the call while I was at my dear friends house, that if the tree was going to be put up, then I'd better get the ornaments out of the shed. So I of course headed home. But on my way out the door, my friend Skye and I had discovered something pretty cool. It was snowing!!! YAYA!!!!! First snow of the year. Of course it didn't last very long at all, but it was snowing.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST37FtzOAoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/E-NoEP88xQ0/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277650413960430210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST37FtzOAoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/E-NoEP88xQ0/s200/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hurried home and discovered the Trent had already set the tree up, we just needed to fan it out a bit and start putting up the decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST34-ZNCRRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/m8VtY3EJTSE/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277648089149228306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST34-ZNCRRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/m8VtY3EJTSE/s200/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a blast doing it and the tree looks great. Now those presents that I wrapped last week don't look so dumb just sitting against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST349wl1NrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/pQxtUvHne0s/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277648078247376562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST349wl1NrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/pQxtUvHne0s/s200/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom and I found some hats in the spare room and thought it would be fun to put them on... this was the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST337mq-qyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/AuIfYyTleTo/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277646941713247010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST337mq-qyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/AuIfYyTleTo/s200/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was nice to spend some time with my family, with no distractions, well almost... (who knows what Trent was doing on my laptop while my mom and I were putting up ornaments). Oh well... it's Christmas and NO ONE is allowed to ask questions. Our one hope is that you all have a very Merry Christmas and the that Lord will bless each of you during this season.&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/6432312555536798627-2708182717671067544?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/2708182717671067544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=2708182717671067544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/2708182717671067544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/2708182717671067544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-christmas-tree-oh-christmas-tree.html' title='Oh Christmas Tree... Oh Christmas Tree...'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/ST37F76Sh-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/6ULbLznhvKg/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-284392473544710352</id><published>2008-11-23T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T18:06:52.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWILIGHT!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SSoKBB-9-fI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hjBP-UxpfkQ/s1600-h/Twilight%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272037326619277810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SSoKBB-9-fI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hjBP-UxpfkQ/s320/Twilight%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mother, Aunt Susie, Aunt Shelly, Shelly's sister Jen and her Mom and I went to go see the movie on Saturday!!! We had a great time with a girls day, started off by going to the Holy Cow boutique, lunch at Olive Garden where I had a nasty piece of chicken. Then we hit the movie! It was a very good, and I look forward to going and seeing it again VERY SOON!!! And to add to my great happiness, I was reading on the Stephenie Meyer website and they are going forward with the production of New Moon!!!!!! YIIIPPPPEEEEEE!!!! I am so excited I can barely stand it. Edward and Bella will be played by the same people, thank heavens! And they will start production very very soon! So if you haven't seen the movie yet, GO! It's so good and then after you've seen it give me your review. Bella is played really well, she is clumsy and weird. And Edward, wow! I thought when I very first saw that Edward would be played by Robert Patterson I was deeply disappointed that he was going to play the very Edward that I had pictured in my mind to be played by someone more... well... handsome, dark haired, etc. But I was very much impressed by Robert and thought that he did an amazing job and look forward to seeing him play Edward for the other movies to be shot! So to Stephenie Meyer and the producer I say, JOB WELL DONE! It was very very good and did not disappoint me at all. Can't wait for New Moon!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-284392473544710352?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/284392473544710352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=284392473544710352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/284392473544710352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/284392473544710352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='TWILIGHT!!!!'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SSoKBB-9-fI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hjBP-UxpfkQ/s72-c/Twilight%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-1521953731789080502</id><published>2008-11-13T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:15:48.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SRzeqEsEiMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Bki3Gw06V2k/s1600-h/Family+Pics+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268330478511098050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SRzeqEsEiMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Bki3Gw06V2k/s320/Family+Pics+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who didn't already know, my grandma is going through Chemo right now to fight breast cancer. She started the procedure today and she says that she is doing well. We'll see in a couple of days if she is still feeling good. Probably not, the doctors have told her that she will probably be really sick, lose her hair and have a rough time with some foods. She just laughs it off and started looking for wigs. She is an incredible person. She will do six rounds of Chemo which will end in March and then she will do radiation for 6 months. Then by next year, she will be in remission! We are praying like crazy. The good thing about my grandma (there is many, but this is one) she is still thinking about everyone else through this. We are doing this benefit dinner for the Burt family and she is worried about the food and who's doing what, and hoping that we have a good turnout. She is never once sat down and thought, oh dear, my life is ending. She is not going to lose her life, she is going to be stronger and better than ever in a year. She is one strong individual whom I look up to for everything. She is young, healthy and has a great attitude, that is going to help her out a ton! She will have a tough year, but the Lord and our family will help her through this. Please add her to your prayers so that she will get better and return to her normal happy go lucky life. She will still be working at the school and still be the Stake Relief Society president, so she will have lots to keep her mind occupied. Thanks to those of you who have already shown your love and support by calling, emailing, flowers, food, etc. To my grammy... your the best woman in the world and I love you for being my link to the anchor that keeps my life from falling apart. I love you tons!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-1521953731789080502?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/1521953731789080502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=1521953731789080502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/1521953731789080502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/1521953731789080502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-those-of-you-who-didnt-already-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SRzeqEsEiMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Bki3Gw06V2k/s72-c/Family+Pics+099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-6332768934260270898</id><published>2008-10-04T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:11:42.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The case of the missing CTR ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SOgUQEorpDI/AAAAAAAAADU/L_9suprm9Hg/s1600-h/CTR+ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253471231682520114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SOgUQEorpDI/AAAAAAAAADU/L_9suprm9Hg/s320/CTR+ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some sad news to report on this dreary Saturday afternoon. My CTR ring has been stolen!!! Or maybe (probably not) just missing. I was sitting in sacrament and needed some lotion, so I took off my ring, sat it on the bench and put on lotion, but then didn't put my ring back on. I went on with classes and got to my last class, raised my hand to answer the question and rubbed my thumb on my ring finger out of habit to spin it and noticed it was gone! I gasped really loud and the teacher probably thought I was nuts! So as soon as I had answered the question, I ran down the hall back into the chapel to the bench and it was gone!! I searched the floor, bench and hymn book holders. It was gone. I went to ask my mom if she picked it up and no, she didn't. So then I asked the bishop bric if someone had turned it in, no one had. So then I asked the primary teacher who's class cleaned the chapel after sacrament and no one had turned anything in. So it's gone... I was so sad, I got home and bawled. My mom gave me that ring and I am lost without it. I still out of habit try to spin my missing ring. It's just gone.... and I'm sad and it's probably with some dishonest little primary child who thought that they could give my ring to their mommy and they would be happy. Maybe they should have a lesson on honesty! So until then I will be on the lookout for my missing ring. I have enclosed a picture for reference... (I'm kinda chuckling at this whole thing, but it's funny to write even though the subject is not funny at all!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-6332768934260270898?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/6332768934260270898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=6332768934260270898' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/6332768934260270898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/6332768934260270898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2008/10/case-of-missing-ctr-ring.html' title='The case of the missing CTR ring'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SOgUQEorpDI/AAAAAAAAADU/L_9suprm9Hg/s72-c/CTR+ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-2083680723941672067</id><published>2008-09-29T17:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:30:58.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Trevor's Wreck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SOGA2ihVnmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/abe_XmRE29Q/s1600-h/Family+Pics+249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251620314958634594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SOGA2ihVnmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/abe_XmRE29Q/s320/Family+Pics+249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SOGACQbEuQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WDQinJy930Y/s1600-h/Family+Pics+253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251619416747325698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SOGACQbEuQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WDQinJy930Y/s320/Family+Pics+253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SOF-OsffU4I/AAAAAAAAACs/7EmFFMvPKRo/s1600-h/Family+Pics+255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251617431417213826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SOF-OsffU4I/AAAAAAAAACs/7EmFFMvPKRo/s320/Family+Pics+255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SOF9mY0hZzI/AAAAAAAAACk/eGT4TDwhGbo/s1600-h/Family+Pics+254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251616738941953842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SOF9mY0hZzI/AAAAAAAAACk/eGT4TDwhGbo/s320/Family+Pics+254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SOF5b7OveHI/AAAAAAAAACU/oD4C3JafW_0/s1600-h/Family+Pics+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251612161153661042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SOF5b7OveHI/AAAAAAAAACU/oD4C3JafW_0/s320/Family+Pics+250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as promised here are the pictures of my brother Trevor's wreck. As bad as the pictures look, he is doing really really good. He is even driving again! Crazy kid... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-2083680723941672067?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/2083680723941672067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=2083680723941672067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/2083680723941672067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/2083680723941672067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2008/09/update-on-trevors-wreck.html' title='Update on Trevor&apos;s Wreck'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SOGA2ihVnmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/abe_XmRE29Q/s72-c/Family+Pics+249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-8511055280744614025</id><published>2008-09-27T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:35:47.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So You Think You Can Dance???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SOGCST-WhsI/AAAAAAAAADE/0cYWNpuDJWo/s1600-h/Family+Pics+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251621891601761986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SOGCST-WhsI/AAAAAAAAADE/0cYWNpuDJWo/s320/Family+Pics+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for my birthday my mom suprised me with tickets to see the top 12 perform in Salt Lake. I was so stinkin' excited when I got the tickets. I didn't care where the seats were. So we left early last Tuesday to come home and pack and get ready. We stopped and ate dinner before the show at the Cheesecake Factory (if you've never eaten there, I HIGHLY recommend it!) and of course didn't leave without having a large piece of cheesecake. I had a slice of dutch apple strueselle (can't spell) and it was amazing. Best dessert I have eaten in a VERY long time. Then it was off to the show. I thought that our seats were in the nose bleed section, so I didn't even bother taking my camera in. Then when we got in the building and got to where our seats were I was soooo ticked off that I didn't take my camera. We were on the FLOOR!!!!! And we could see really good. I was so depressed and upset for the twenty minutes before the show started. Then when the performance started I wasn't depressed anymore because it was so amazing. The dancers were so good and I cheered so loud. You'd think I was at a concert or something. It was alot of fun and I'm glad that my mom bought me the tickets. Then we stayed at my Aunt Susie's because we were getting up "early" to go to the Holy Cow boutique. For those of you who don't know what that is, let me give a brief run down as it was my first year... it is a huge craft sale in a building in Pleasant Grove. It is aisle's of all these homemade crafts that you can buy. And some delicious food and treats to take home also. There were alot of people with strollers and it was kinda annoying with the big bulgy one's, but I got over it. In the end, I spent WAY too much money, but it was alot of fun. I went with my Aunt's and a couple of their friends. We went to lunch at Cafe' Rio and then ended up splitting up and Susie, my mom and I went our merry way and did a little more shopping and then we all pooped out at Susie's house and ended our day with a drive home. I was soooo tired when we got home that I completely crashed and slept like a rock. But if any of you ever get a chance to see So You Think You Can Dance, eat at the Cheesecake Factory or go to the Holy Cow, please tell me if you are dissappointed because I was highly entertained and had a great time. I will not regret my experience one bit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-8511055280744614025?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/8511055280744614025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=8511055280744614025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/8511055280744614025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/8511055280744614025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-you-think-you-can-dance.html' title='So You Think You Can Dance???'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SOGCST-WhsI/AAAAAAAAADE/0cYWNpuDJWo/s72-c/Family+Pics+182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-1021447059257721831</id><published>2008-09-22T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:29:20.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Scary Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SNg4JASuBhI/AAAAAAAAABc/b2xFne2EdcM/s1600-h/Trevor+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249007093048804882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SNg4JASuBhI/AAAAAAAAABc/b2xFne2EdcM/s320/Trevor+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SNg4CKnMuDI/AAAAAAAAABU/BX3l7G7hArA/s1600-h/Trevor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249006975559972914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SNg4CKnMuDI/AAAAAAAAABU/BX3l7G7hArA/s320/Trevor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who don't know, my brother Trevor was in a car accident on Saturday morning at about 1:00 AM. He was on his way home from taking his girlfriend, Katie, home from the homecoming dance. He remembers the road to my house and then waking up as he was going over the sidewalk on the opposite side of the road and taking out the fence and jerking the wheel to try and get back on the road, which didn't work and he slammed into the tree in front of Yogi Nielsen's house. It took the fire department an hour to cut him out of the truck. It was a bad wreck, but he is doing good. He is home, but he has three broken ribs, bleeding in his lungs, internal bleeding and a few cuts and bruises, but he looks really really good and is doing well. I will put some pictures of the truck and the fence he took out as soon as I figure out how to get them onto my laptop. Here are a couple of pictures from the hospital. A couple of friends brought him some teddy bears that he slept with during his stay at the hospital. I will update in a few days! So look for the post!! Love ya'll!! &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/6432312555536798627-1021447059257721831?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/1021447059257721831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=1021447059257721831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/1021447059257721831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/1021447059257721831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2008/09/scary-weekend.html' title='A Scary Weekend'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SNg4JASuBhI/AAAAAAAAABc/b2xFne2EdcM/s72-c/Trevor+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-4760836700362919865</id><published>2008-09-02T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:28:32.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job</title><content type='html'>I started a new job... it's hard and it kinda sucks at the moment, but I will probably like it after I get use to it and know what the heck I am doing. But so far it is good. I have a guy training me, which is a little awkward, but he's funny and so it makes up for the weirdness. He has to drive from Spanish Fork to Duchesne and stays the week and then goes home to his family on the weekends. Sucks for him. I just have to jump the fence unless I have to go to the office and then its all good. Anyway, I know this is short, but Trent is standing behind me trying to get me to go upstairs and get some food. So I guess I will be a nice wife and go find him something to eat. Ta Ta For Now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-4760836700362919865?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/4760836700362919865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=4760836700362919865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/4760836700362919865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/4760836700362919865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-job.html' title='New Job'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-5101843156222898332</id><published>2008-08-25T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:30:34.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fresh start</title><content type='html'>I know that I have been slacking big time on writing an update on here. Alot has happened. Trent and I both quit our jobs within two weeks of each other, but we are okay. No worries... Trent is working for Brad's Oil Field and he loves it and I will be starting my new job on September 1st. I'm not exactly positive on what my job will entail so I will write details later. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.easysite.com/SiteData/drewbear/EasySitePicture_2090134.jpg?id=18193733"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.easysite.com/SiteData/drewbear/EasySitePicture_2090134.jpg?id=18193733" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also since then, I have a NIECE!!! YAY!!! Finally! I love my nephews, but a girl will be fun. Andrew and I bonded while I was staying at Ben and Megans to try and help out. He became my new best friend and we played trains, and watched a movie and he chased me around the house trying to tickle me... ahh... good times. LOL! It was alot of fun and I'm glad that I got the chance to be there and help out. So my Niece, her name is Olivia Rose Marett and she is 20 1/2 inches long, brown hair, blue eyes, 7lbs 6 oz and is the most beautiful baby I have seen in a very long time. And she was born on August 17th at 10:49 am. Megan did a good job in labor, she was on some good drugs, so she was happy... lol and both Ben and Megan couldn't be happier with a boy and now a baby girl! Olivia has both of them wrapped around her tiny fingers since the minute she was born. And me... I couldn't be happier to be the aunt of their two adorable children. Unfortunatly I had to come home and work on some stuff at home, so I didn't get to stay as long as I wanted, but Trent wasn't able to go up, so we are hoping that before too long we can see them and Olivia can wrap Trent around her finger as well. I emailed pictures to him and he got online at grandma Park's and I was talking to him while he was doing so, and when he saw her he just couldn't stop saying how beautiful she was. I can't wait until we have children of our own and feel the love that he and I will have for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie and Trent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-5101843156222898332?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/5101843156222898332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=5101843156222898332' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/5101843156222898332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/5101843156222898332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-know-that-i-have-been-slacking-big.html' title='A fresh start'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-1184628270513324622</id><published>2008-07-23T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T16:58:41.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slowing down??? ... maybe not</title><content type='html'>Well our last few weeks we thought were going to be a little calmer. We were wrong. Trent had a family reunion in Strawberry and it was great. We had a good time. We got to know some more of his family pretty well and just had a good time. Then on Monday... I went to the American Idol concert!!!! It was freaking fabulous and my mom, Christy, Emily and I had a great time. I left with a very large headache, but it was well worth it. Tuesday we went to Timberlane to set up camp for Young Womens. We had a very large army tent and it was fun for all the girls to sleep in one tent instead of being divided. So then I went to Girls camp on Wednesday to Friday and then went to come home early on Friday to leave for St. George and I had a flat tire... it was horrible and I ended up showing my 2 year old fit side. I threw EVERYTHING out of my trunk to get the spare tire out only to find out that the jack wasn't in there. So I sat down and cried. Then I called Trent and he said to just leave the stupid thing there and ride home with someone and while I was crying my phone went dead and then I got in Skye's truck and headed home. There was an accident on the road to home and so that made me a little nervous, but I didn't know that Trent was just as nervous because he thought it was me in the accident. So he was glad that I was home. Then I left for St. George and went to see Jen!!!! I miss her sooo much. She did an amazing job in the play and I am really proud of her. I also had the opportunity to go and see Les Miserable. It was really good, but it was soooooo stinkin hot that I hated to be sitting there in the outside theatre at Tuachan. 3 1/2 hours is a long time to sit in one place and die of heat. I was glad to get back to the hotel and freeze in the room. I got home on Sunday and was exhausted, but I haven't been able to catch up. Thank heavens that Trent and I both have tomorrow off so that maybe we can sleep in a little bit and catch up on laundry and cleaning. But I am most excited for Friday when we are going on a double date with Greg and Skye! They are pretty much our closest friends. We love them to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this was a boring read, but I don't have a lot of time today to write anything. I will write more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-1184628270513324622?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/1184628270513324622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=1184628270513324622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/1184628270513324622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/1184628270513324622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2008/07/slowing-down-maybe-not.html' title='Slowing down??? ... maybe not'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-1136419718257776132</id><published>2008-06-29T16:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:10:37.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A busy couple of weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SIfHHXoigoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tS6dpCYrJ9U/s1600-h/IMG_1226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226364822003810946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SIfHHXoigoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tS6dpCYrJ9U/s320/IMG_1226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey guys! Sorry I haven't had much time to get on here and post. We've had a really long couple of weeks. Last weekend we went to my Bird family reunion and it was really great to get to see everyone again. I realized how much I miss my uncles! And I got to see my aunt Jackie so that was sweet. That family has grown alot and it was good to spend time with all of them. Trent and I played a vigorous round of this weird game that I am trying to remember the name of, but it's slipping my mind. Anyway, it is two polls with three different colored poles going down. And you have this ball thing that you have to throw and try to wrap around the poles. Of course I kicked Trent's butt!! (Trent's sitting next to me and says, "She thinks!") It was alot of fun though. I then played with my little bro. Michael... Needless to say, I won! My other bro's played horseshoes and I decided that it couldn't possibly be that hard to get one of those stupid shoes around a pole... boy was I wrong! I sucked! At the very end of my game with a couple of my bro's I got closer to it. It's hard!!! They were all really good and Trent played a few rounds with them as well. We sat around the camp fire that night and played the game "signs". It was a lot of fun too. We played for like four hours and just had a great time spending the weekend with that part of my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226364810246922530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SIfHGr1eoSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/s6jKAI8ulfY/s320/IMG_1213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226364815723893106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SIfHHAPSkXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SE26eQN8fCk/s320/IMG_1224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this weekend, which we are still trying to recover from. My Grandpa Bird and my Uncle Jeff and Aunt Sophie and then some of my cousins all race in the Mud Bogs. It was up in Evanston Wyoming, so not too far from us. We drove up Saturday afternoon and then spent the rest of the evening at the fairgrounds cheering for our family. Trent got roped into timing the racers, which I think he thought was alot more fun that sitting in the bleachers. He got an up close and personal look at the cars as they zoomed by. He had fun and had a little bonding time with my Step Mom, Karlee and my Bro Jay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226365961134128914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SIfIJrOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dU2aBmj-_jg/s320/IMG_1238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I got to spend some quality time with Jay's friend that is a girl (not to be confused with a girlfriend) named Dori. She's cute and we had a good ole' time. Grandpa Bird took 3rd place in one of the races and Uncle Jeff took 3rd in one and a 2nd in another. There were way too many categories for me to remember which they raced in. Superstock, Modified and 2 Wheel are the one's that I can remember, but I don't know which one's they for sure ran in... But I was really proud of them. Especially proud of my Grandpa Jack (Jake... LOL!! long story) he did really really great and he is still a youngin' at heart! Love ya Grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226365948863224034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SIfII9gwmOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UDF96879ERo/s320/IMG_1242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226365953519829042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SIfIJO2-wDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LQYvI0_OaK0/s320/IMG_1247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say we got to spend alot of time these past couple of weeks getting to know my Bird family a little more. Which is really good for me, since I didn't get to do much while I was little (no one impaticular's fault). They are just a little different than what I am use too. I grew up with my mom and was just raised a different way. So change is weird to me, but it's good. I was glad to get to spend some time with them. I love them and wish nothing but the best for all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about this past couple of weekends is that Trent and I got to spend more time together. I love him more than anything else in the entire world. I feel our love grow more and more when we get to spend quality time together. We grow together more as a couple and look forward to the day when we can be in the temple and be sealed together for time and all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a great week! I'll post pictures as soon as I learn how too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-1136419718257776132?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/1136419718257776132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=1136419718257776132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/1136419718257776132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/1136419718257776132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2008/06/busy-couple-of-weeks.html' title='A busy couple of weeks'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_phF1b4FIu90/SIfHHXoigoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tS6dpCYrJ9U/s72-c/IMG_1226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-1591771405792932015</id><published>2008-06-20T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T12:01:00.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY a date with my hubby</title><content type='html'>So after a few "discussions" about what we were going to do last night and whether Trent was going to be home. I finally got him to agree to ATLEAST go out to dinner with me. So we went to this lovely little place called Country Kitchen where our choices were grease baked food or a baked potato. I was going for the baked potato when our waitress came over, whom by the way did not look like a waitress, she looked like she just stepped out of bed and tied some of her hair back in a pony tail... anyway... she comes over and asks what we would like to eat. I tell her that I would like the steak and baked potato and then she tells me that I would have to have fries because they don't have baked potato's on Thursday's, only on Friday's and Saturday's. GREAT now I am going to have to go for the grease! Uhm I say, I guess I will have a Chicken Chimichunga, no onions. Wanted to say no grease, but hey if I have to eat something cooked in a vat of it then I might as well enjoy what I eat right? So I get it and it's actually good. Trent just had a burger because he just isn't daring. So then we decide that since we are splurging we might as well just go all out. So we got a banana split to share and of course all the toppings, chocolate, carmel, and marshmellow and whip cream... It was sooo good. Until I got home and we were both ill from eating that much. So lesson for the week: don't eat a ton of greasy food in the same night, you'll be sick! LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-1591771405792932015?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/1591771405792932015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=1591771405792932015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/1591771405792932015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/1591771405792932015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-date-with-my-hubby.html' title='FINALLY a date with my hubby'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432312555536798627.post-521007693845839488</id><published>2008-06-18T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T14:13:34.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Info</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the first addition to the Clegg Family blog!! I started this because a friend of mine told me that it would be easier to keep in touch with everyone. So... here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little going on with Trent: He works extremely long hours and then when he gets home has to do something for someone else ALL the time! So I never get to see him which is really hard, but he loves being a people pleaser and so it is hard for him to tell someone no. That's about all on him because that's all he does is work! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is me: Oh where do I start!! Work is crazy, some days it is extremely busy and other days it is dull and slow and I HATE being here. But it's a job and I am going to stick with it until I know what i want to do with my life. I know what I want actually, I just don't know how to get it. So until then, I am here. I am still serving in the Young Womens at church and I LOVE IT! It's the best calling I could ever have! We are getting ready for camp which is in a month and we will have a meeting tonight to find out more about it, so I am SUPER excited about that. Can't wait! I joined Weight Watchers and have lost 14.3 lbs. Not alot for the amount of time that I have been in, but I don't think that i have totally taken it serious. I have however, sworn off pop or anything that is not milk or water. In the past two weeks I think I have only slipped up twice and I had a diet pepsi and then some sprite with lime... so not too bad! There is a lot more, but I won't bore you with the mundane crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is some exciting news! Trent and I started taking temple classes two weeks ago, on the 8th! So we are 4 classes away and recommend interviews away from going through the temple and being sealed for time and all eternity! We are both so excited and have tons of questions (sorry mom!) and are just looking forward to that special day. We have however noticed that Satan is pulling really hard for us not to make it there. We fight over stupid things and then realize what is going on and then stop and just look at each other and we know exactly what is going on. We are going to make it there! We are going to be happy! We will be an eternal family! I know that we will... we just have to keep fighting for our happiness and our eternal goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is just a little into what's up in our lives! I hope you enjoyed my little rant on life. I will try and keep this updated. Mostly it will be if i have time at work, because Heaven knows I don't have much time when I get home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya'll&lt;br /&gt;Melanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432312555536798627-521007693845839488?l=melanie-trent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/feeds/521007693845839488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6432312555536798627&amp;postID=521007693845839488' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/521007693845839488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432312555536798627/posts/default/521007693845839488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanie-trent.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-info.html' title='A Little Info'/><author><name>Trent and Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04276923454816211617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3nRZoKiz-s/Tgo5YuWZnnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QmyAiv9Unj0/s220/IMG_5481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
