<?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-6185779242098202183</id><updated>2012-02-09T09:34:05.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Colby &amp; Libby*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>457</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-4482749451567134804</id><published>2012-02-09T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T09:34:05.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales of a stay at home wife.</title><content type='html'>I'm scheduled just over 20 hours at work this week. That's it. I'm going just slightly crazy thinking about the pay check that will come with it next Thursday (or lack of) and I can't help but wonder - How would I handle not working at all?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was getting ready to doze off a few nights ago when I was awakened by what seemed like the best idea I'd had all day.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; "I love my job buuuut maybe I could quit and be a stay at home wife. I promise to stay caught up with laundry. Plus, I'll vacuum, dust, and sweep everyday. I'll keep the fridge stocked, I'll take up couponing and lots of cute little crafts that will make our house just a little cuter. I promise not to blog &lt;i&gt;everyday &lt;/i&gt;and I'll make lists so that things really do get done, Oh and I'll shower every day so that you're not leaving &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;coming home to a girl in her jams."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An incredibly groggy voice spoke up.&lt;br /&gt;"I thought you did those things every day?!"&lt;br /&gt;Translation - "The house always looks like you've cleaned it"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; He doesn't look close enough at the laundry hamper, the bathroom, the dust, the tiny little things that are going on around our house to notice when I miss a thing or two. In fact, all those things aren't expected of me.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;Where did I come up with this 'everything has to clean and tidy for when Colby comes home. Or all things need to be perfectly spick and span with each new day so that we can keep things organized and clean so we don't pull our hairs out until we find our own little house' attitude? And why do I feel the sudden urge to completely slack on and not accomplish a single thing with this new found information?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Colb text me and asked how my day was going and what I was up to.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Good! just folded whites and now I'm getting ready to vacuum while the darks dry."&lt;br /&gt;Snap.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not really helping my 'I need to be a stay at home wife' case am i?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure am getting anxious for my new&lt;b&gt; 40 hours &lt;i&gt;a &lt;/i&gt;week &lt;/b&gt;job to start in July.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this means I can stop putting the cleaning supplies at the top of the grocery list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-4482749451567134804?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4482749451567134804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/02/tales-of-stay-at-home-wife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4482749451567134804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4482749451567134804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/02/tales-of-stay-at-home-wife.html' title='Tales of a stay at home wife.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-8660292418939549941</id><published>2012-02-06T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T11:01:44.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#26.</title><content type='html'>I turned the big 2-6 on Saturday. Colby mentioned more than once that I'm getting kind of old. I however, completely disagree. I've been really looking forward to being 26.&lt;br /&gt;Colb made me the breakfast I requested. - Frosted mini wheats with skim milk (he included strawberries and my favorite oj)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="https://mail-attachment.googleusercontent.com/attachment?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=b5f057d3f5&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=13553d2de8c53d89&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=inline&amp;amp;realattid=1393086891385946112-1&amp;amp;safe=1&amp;amp;zw&amp;amp;saduie=AG9B_P-czXNtacxS4ju9ayGZVnMS&amp;amp;sadet=1328554806853&amp;amp;sads=NCNW-hI659LFK5HYDkUNWsMvI7I&amp;amp;sadssc=1" style="-webkit-user-select: none;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened presents - running shoes :) sandals, shoe laces, a new shirt, itunes gift card, Something home-made (I completely love that Colb does this every year), new head phones, and a shopping trip.&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping until we were exhausted. Only one comment was made about the birthday girl getting four pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed Lunch at Desert Magnolia BBQ in Roy (I've been dying to try it) and it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with everyone took place at Taco Taco (i'm addicted) and the night ended with a quite movie night, just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Colby let me put in Babe's in Toyland. My Faaavorite show as a kid. I'm married quite the sport. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was perfect. I loved hearing from the grandkids. My nephew Lincoln left my the sweetest little voice mail and and I cried (real tears) when I erased it with my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm ready for 26.&lt;br /&gt;*I'm in the best shape of my life. Truly.&lt;br /&gt;*I'm married to someone who makes me laugh every day.&lt;br /&gt;*My job is something I really enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;*We are about to make a big step and buy our first home.&lt;br /&gt;*I'm immersed in my calling and I'm so close to my Father in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;*Life is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-8660292418939549941?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8660292418939549941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/02/26.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8660292418939549941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8660292418939549941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/02/26.html' title='#26.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-5636997886372234357</id><published>2012-01-31T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T18:58:16.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Runner girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Pinned Image" height="320" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/39054721738152042_jdORSTJ4_c.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="nike shorts" class="PinImageImg" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/77194581082400972_Fy0Mh9Cq_f.jpg" style="height: 523px; width: 391px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Running" class="PinImageImg" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/77194581082399004_N2tjAV54_f.jpg" style="height: 600px; width: 449px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Kicking so much ass" class="PinImageImg" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/61854194851745489_5l7WRQ8E_f.jpg" style="height: 401px; width: 481px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="damn straight" class="PinImageImg" height="320" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/39054721738126438_XwiTacMJ_f.jpg" style="height: 200px; width: 250px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a million reasons for loving to run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pinterest is quite the inspiration.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-5636997886372234357?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/5636997886372234357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/runner-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/5636997886372234357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/5636997886372234357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/runner-girl.html' title='Runner girl.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-2267764364898577713</id><published>2012-01-31T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T18:45:44.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO soda for this girl.</title><content type='html'>I stopped drinking soda {again} as my New Year's Resolution and guess what - February starts tomorrow, and I've stuck with it. I give partial credit to my running and the races I have coming up in the new few weeks but I give the rest of the credit to the way I feel right now. I sleep great, No more headaches, I have tons of energy, and I don't have the 'I MUST have some RIGHT NOW' craving that I used to get. Hopefully I can stick with it and remember how it makes me feel living without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Water is this girls best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Bottled Water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; No Tap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And SUUUUPER cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Through a straw.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picky picky picky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever it takes to keep me headed in a healthier direction I suppose. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-2267764364898577713?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2267764364898577713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-soda-for-this-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2267764364898577713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2267764364898577713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-soda-for-this-girl.html' title='NO soda for this girl.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-4987141475417096225</id><published>2012-01-30T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:39:39.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets talk VALENTINES.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Colby asked me what day Valentines was. I just brushed it off and had myself a little giggle. When I realized he wasn't laughing, I knew we had a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; "February 14th. Every Year. This year it's a Tuesday. Don't forget."&lt;br /&gt;Then that scenario played out in my head, the one where one of my biggest fear comes to life and I spend a whole 365 days crying and being mad and I try weekly to try and make up for someone else's 'bad with dates' excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;This particular scenario is also one of my &lt;i&gt;top five&lt;/i&gt; biggest fears.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; My spouse forgetting my birthday. Stupid. I know. Especially since I remind him alllll the time. On July 4th, I'm sure to let him know that he was six months, to the day, to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;It'll never happen, I'm sure of it. Can you imagine though? Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm told that once you get older, birthdays seem to be less important. I'm pretty sure I'm going to be &lt;i&gt;a lot &lt;/i&gt;older before that happens to me. Like 87.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Valentines, I found the SWEETEST thing on Pinterest. Fourteen days of Valentines. I can't wait to start and to surprise Colb with something different every day.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Unless he forgets my Birthday, then he can kiss the other ten days gooooodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-4987141475417096225?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4987141475417096225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/lets-talk-valentines.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4987141475417096225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4987141475417096225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/lets-talk-valentines.html' title='Lets talk VALENTINES.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-9032620725529402906</id><published>2012-01-28T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T22:54:42.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't love when people walk up to the pharmacy counter to pick up their medications and after being asked their name, they only give their first name.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh, Sara!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ya, &amp;nbsp;I don't know who you are.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We always laugh at the scenarios we are placed in on a daily basis at Smith's, it's a crack up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"My Name is Jon Doe"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay ... Jon I don't show that I have anything ready for you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"YOU SHOULD. I dropped it off 30 minutes ago."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I have a prescription here for your wife, Jane."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Ya, that's the one I'm talking about"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Ok, two things. When I ask for &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; name, I'm referring to the name on the rx, not &lt;u&gt;your&lt;/u&gt; name. and two, you're an idiot."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Pharmacy friends LOOOVe the story I shared about my &lt;i&gt;name.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had been invited to sub on an indoor soccer team at ogden indoor a while back. I hadn't played for a while but I wasn't sure how long 'a while' had been so when they asked me my name, I hesitated.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My first {legal} name is Elizabeth, but I've always been called Libby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which is just the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because&lt;/i&gt; I couldn't remember the last time I had subbed, I was also unsure about which last name it would be under.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe the conversation went something like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Libby Arnold"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Nope"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Elizabeth Arnold?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Nope"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Elizabeth Carter?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Still No."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Libby Flor-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I have an idea, why don't we put it under something you can remember."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I refrained from jumping over the counter and punching anyone in the face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also stopped myself from blurting out my whole life story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one about how I was single, then married, then single, and married again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instead, I agreed with the @#$hole and asked for suggestions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It feels really good to get mail addressed to Libby Carter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mail addressed to any other last name, doesn't get a second glance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like to tell Colby that I don't know who that girl is, so it must be trash.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last week at church I was asked to say the prayer, I still smile when I'm called Sister Carter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love love love love love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-9032620725529402906?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/9032620725529402906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/name-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/9032620725529402906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/9032620725529402906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/name-please.html' title='Name please.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-7946826968628543340</id><published>2012-01-24T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T21:18:39.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowy Days.</title><content type='html'>I have severe anxiety when it comes to the snow. I appreciate the snow and the moisture that it provides but when we start talking about driving in it, I pretty much just come unglued. Riding in the car, or being in the driver's seat, I hate both.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just when I think I can handle it, the car starts to fish-tale.&lt;br /&gt;It's become quite apparent that I can handle almost anything with enough distraction so, I found what works with the snow.&lt;br /&gt;I pray. The whole way home. Out loud. Just like I do every day on my knees. I thank Heavenly Father for all of my blessings, mentioning a whole handful by name. We talk about life and I ask for forgiveness for my weaknesses. Then, before I know it, I'm pulling into the driveway. Safe. And. Sound.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I kind of look forward to those snowy days and I know my Father in Heaven does do.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I just love our little chats. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-7946826968628543340?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/7946826968628543340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/snowy-days.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/7946826968628543340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/7946826968628543340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/snowy-days.html' title='Snowy Days.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-313738035822157123</id><published>2012-01-18T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:57:27.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the memories.</title><content type='html'>I hope I never forget the time that my father in law asked for Colby's assistance at a friend's family photo shoot. Colby took Charlie and some toys hoping he could keep her distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; It appears they had some extra time. Charlie kind of liked it, until she pee'd on the rented backdrop.&lt;br /&gt;yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-muNy19x5dOE/TxeCZssfgbI/AAAAAAAADNU/riIhCapVptA/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-muNy19x5dOE/TxeCZssfgbI/AAAAAAAADNU/riIhCapVptA/s400/DSC_0039.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVLnhDc5-8k/TxeFBAIZbGI/AAAAAAAADNc/oG244BphpG0/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVLnhDc5-8k/TxeFBAIZbGI/AAAAAAAADNc/oG244BphpG0/s400/DSC_0035.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just when I thought she couldn't get any cuter ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-313738035822157123?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/313738035822157123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-memories.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/313738035822157123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/313738035822157123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-memories.html' title='Oh the memories.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-muNy19x5dOE/TxeCZssfgbI/AAAAAAAADNU/riIhCapVptA/s72-c/DSC_0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-8142275583803471621</id><published>2012-01-16T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T12:03:47.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kicking in the new year.</title><content type='html'>did you know that an average runner should replace their running shoes yearly. not whe they have holes, or look worn out, yearly. im about 10 months over-due. which explains my knee and lower back pain. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;and i thought i was just pushing myself too hard. ha. not quite. you can bet your bottom dollar ill be getting new running shoes for my bday. &amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-8142275583803471621?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8142275583803471621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/kicking-in-new-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8142275583803471621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8142275583803471621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/kicking-in-new-year.html' title='kicking in the new year.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-166005594989513744</id><published>2012-01-13T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T09:57:24.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Heartbreak - Hilary Weeks - Every Step</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xyX-I-um5Kk?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&amp;nbsp;LOVE THIS SONG&amp;gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-166005594989513744?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/166005594989513744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/beautiful-heartbreak-hilary-weeks-every.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/166005594989513744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/166005594989513744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/beautiful-heartbreak-hilary-weeks-every.html' title='Beautiful Heartbreak - Hilary Weeks - Every Step'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xyX-I-um5Kk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-2788063934326278687</id><published>2012-01-13T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T08:15:25.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>run like a girl.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img height="299" id="il_fi" src="http://static.artfire.com/admin/product_images/thumbs/--90000--79809_product_683700099_thumb_large.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my treadmill and i have had more than one confrontation since i returned fromv napa valley in september. i jumped back on the soda wagon and neglected our time together. i never wanted to say mean words or punch anything but things happen. eventually i kicked the soda (again) and veeerry slowly, we became reaquainted. me and mr t. at first it killed me to do a mile and for a minute, i was relieved to pass mile 2. but as my dream of running a full marathon keeps running (ha, running.) through my head, i have found myself wanting to push harder. stronger. longer. &amp;nbsp;but i have also found, that it has to be more than a want. so, i set a few goals, wrote some things down, even discussed it all with colby so he could motivate me. all of those things were going fine but i kept feeling like i needed something bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so, i made THE goal of all goals for myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2012. is. my. year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i &lt;u&gt;WILL&lt;/u&gt; run &lt;b&gt;1,000&lt;/b&gt; miles this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i cant wait.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm also looking at running that full blooded marathon in the late summer or early fall.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-2788063934326278687?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2788063934326278687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/run-like-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2788063934326278687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2788063934326278687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/run-like-girl.html' title='run like a girl.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-1625674990727816468</id><published>2012-01-09T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T11:04:31.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qLCkUuMvRks/Tws3g7ahvKI/AAAAAAAADLA/MlkALN5mrGw/s1600/DSCF1665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qLCkUuMvRks/Tws3g7ahvKI/AAAAAAAADLA/MlkALN5mrGw/s400/DSCF1665.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma O.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zT_wp1cmgGw/Tws41-eU8zI/AAAAAAAADLI/_NZV5k9MXmQ/s1600/DSCF1670.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zT_wp1cmgGw/Tws41-eU8zI/AAAAAAAADLI/_NZV5k9MXmQ/s400/DSCF1670.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Both of these pictures were taken on Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I cherish these moments.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I have a deep respect for both of these women. If only I could describe the impact they have had on my life, I love each one of them will all that I have. I'm truly grateful for their love and example.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-1625674990727816468?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1625674990727816468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/grandmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/1625674990727816468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/1625674990727816468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/grandmas.html' title='Grandmas'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qLCkUuMvRks/Tws3g7ahvKI/AAAAAAAADLA/MlkALN5mrGw/s72-c/DSCF1665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-4526138519101404168</id><published>2012-01-07T19:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T19:08:33.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things husbands say.</title><content type='html'>"Can I practice my karate on you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I find him. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-4526138519101404168?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4526138519101404168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-husbands-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4526138519101404168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4526138519101404168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-husbands-say.html' title='Things husbands say.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-4030709120237432101</id><published>2012-01-05T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T21:22:52.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion - take 1.</title><content type='html'>This last summer we had a chance to attend a family reunion with Colby's Mom side of the family. Heber Valley Girls camp is where it was held and it was nothing shy of great. The only complaint I heard the entire trip was that it was far too short.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; At the end of our two days, there was discussion about who was in charge for summer 2012. Discussion turned into a little bit of an argument. In the heat of the moment I stepped in, raised my hand, and volunteered. Jaws dropped, sighs of relief and surprise escaped, and then all parties involved decided it probably wasn't&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;too &lt;/i&gt;bad &amp;nbsp;of an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Slowly it turned from 'Libby's in charge' to 'married couples in charge' to 'grandkids over 20 in charge' until a few weeks ago. I reassured everyone that Libby is in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now, one of two things can happen;&lt;br /&gt;a: it turns out amazing and everyone will want me to be in charge every year but I won't have to because i'll have already taken my turn.&lt;br /&gt;b: it totally sucks and i'll never be in charge again.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, i'm done after this assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've contemplated a lot of ideas but the family is quite large and therefore our choices our limited. The last few weeks I've kept a prayer in my heart regarding location alone, hoping that all would fall into play once that's taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;We had the chance to get ice cream with some friends tonight and lone behold, family reunions come up. I'm telling you their experience from last summer answered my prayers. And they just thought we were there for the company. HA! :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It wasn't until today that I was really, honestly, and whole-heartedly ready for this experience. I can't wait to plan the details and let it play out.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks B family for being an answer to my prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-4030709120237432101?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4030709120237432101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/family-reunion-take-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4030709120237432101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4030709120237432101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/family-reunion-take-1.html' title='Family Reunion - take 1.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-7874016189360072052</id><published>2012-01-05T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T15:46:07.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bday wish list.</title><content type='html'>The countdown is on. It's actually been on since Feb 5th 2011 cause I'm alllll about my birthday but, it's &lt;i&gt;officially&lt;/i&gt; on now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I've been thinking about what should make the list for some time but I knew I had to wait til after christmas &amp;nbsp;to make sure nothing conflicted (or was already sent from santa)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here goes. The List.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Running shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; I've seriously considered running my&amp;nbsp;current get up into the ground because I love them just that much but, with my upcoming ragnars (and hopeful 13.1) I have come to the conclusion that it's ok to have more than one pair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/70220441-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="GEL-Noosa Tri 7 T264N Womens" class="active" height="235" src="http://www.asicsamerica.com/getmedia/3c8052ca-1cb1-46ad-b9f7-712d7da0597a/t264n_2056/?maxsidesize=550" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the ones. Yep, I'm going to need these. - can you imagine how fast these would make me!?&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably take whatever color though. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img height="248" id="image" src="http://www.skullcandy.com/shop/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/650x505/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/Z_1400/ChopsBud_S4CHDZ-134_2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These headphones may as well be a must. I haven't found anything else that stays in my ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/70220441-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="ItemImage" height="200" id="ctl00_MainContent_productImage" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/70220441-02.jpg" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px;" width="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/00007738-04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="ItemImage" height="200" id="ctl00_MainContent_productImage" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/00007738-04.jpg" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px;" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Some suuuuper cute earrings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="ItemImage" id="ctl00_MainContent_productImage" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/00033546-02.jpg" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: dimgrey; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This adorable scarf for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" aria-busy="false" aria-describedby="fbPhotosSnowboxCaption" class="spotlight" height="240" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/378709_10150996142410037_781280036_21917181_1640055414_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last, but certainly not least .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to need a shelf, just like this. for my nail polish. How cute right? The girl who owns this shelf is sooo creative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-7874016189360072052?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/7874016189360072052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/bday-wish-list_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/7874016189360072052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/7874016189360072052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/bday-wish-list_05.html' title='Bday wish list.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-4113845470601183658</id><published>2012-01-05T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T08:05:45.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first of many.</title><content type='html'>I have a GIANT list of things I want to accomplish this year, too many in fact but I will give each one of them a fair shot.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; First on today's list: Piano.&lt;br /&gt;I've signed up to take lessons.&lt;br /&gt;I almost talked myself out of it because I was thinking that maybe you can't teach an old dog new tricks and that maybe I'm just a little too old. Then my teacher told me about her 'every other thursday' student who is an older gentleman. She had me at older and then she threw in gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; So I guess 25 11/12 isn't too old, like I originally thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for my 30th birthday I could get a &lt;u&gt;pink &lt;/u&gt;piano!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-4113845470601183658?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4113845470601183658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-of-many.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4113845470601183658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4113845470601183658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-of-many.html' title='first of many.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-7832853877994534237</id><published>2012-01-01T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T17:50:46.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>*run a 1/2 marathon. *learn to play the piano. *eat healthier. *get more fit. *save more money. *add another pharmacy to my current jobs. *read the Book of Mormon. *say prayers everyday. *be on time for chruch. *swan dive into my calling. *vacation somewhere new. *strengthen current relationships. *floss every day. *drive safer. *enjoy the small things. *attend at least 1 major league baseball game. *attend the temple monthly. *eat more veggies. *write a small book. *take more pictures. *blog. *serve. *become a better me. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;gt;just a few of my goals for the new year. i'm so ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-7832853877994534237?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/7832853877994534237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/7832853877994534237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/7832853877994534237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-2298959037390324554</id><published>2011-12-29T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T07:57:29.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its ben quite some time</title><content type='html'>did i ever tell you about the time i took piano? i believe i was in 3rd grade. i took from a lady in our ward who lived just up the street. i was destined to be go at it, i had to be. or atleast thats what i told myself. i had to be good at something eventually. .. i took for about 7 months. three of those months were every wednesday after school. id take my piano bag and walk. the last 4 months were about the same. only instead of walking ten house lengths, id walk one. or across the street rather, to my friend breann's house. id take my piano bag along with the check for my lessons and 'leave for my lesson'. i had quit but was too ashamed to tell my mom. so, i faked it. i still practiced and talked about my 'lessons'. i pretty much had everyone fooled. i eventually figured out that it was much harder to take fake lessons than real ones. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; after about 4 months of fake lessons i watched my mom approach my teacher at church. my mom asked her why she wasnt cashing the checks that were being sent with me every month. busted. it was over. i wasnt ready to face my mom still so i snuck off to class while my teacher explained. i wont lie, it was a relief to stop faking piano. finally. you can bet my mom checked up on me at every hobby she paid for after that. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;in the last few months ive thought about th piano a lot. i finally took a second to sit down and refresh my memory. I can't believe how much I remember! It feels so good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-2298959037390324554?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2298959037390324554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-ben-quite-some-timei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2298959037390324554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2298959037390324554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-ben-quite-some-timei.html' title='its ben quite some time'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-2395389542569225073</id><published>2011-12-29T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T11:06:32.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>re-do.</title><content type='html'>bad idea: eat fruit and yogurt, then run. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; good idea: refuel with chocolate milk, then rest. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; i love a good run but i dont love a good puke fest. you can bet i'll probably do that again. im a slow learner. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-2395389542569225073?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2395389542569225073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/12/re-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2395389542569225073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2395389542569225073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/12/re-do.html' title='re-do.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-6227722557480991898</id><published>2011-12-29T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T09:36:35.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ragnar-er</title><content type='html'>this morning i consumed yogurt mixed with frozen berries for breakfast. not exactly my regular sugar covered cereal but it wasnt bad. ragnar del sol is in 8 weeks. its crunch time. no junk food, soda, late nights, or too much chocolate. last night, i walked right by cookie dough and only looked back once. its time to sleep in my running shoes and remember that my love for running isnt the only thing im running for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-6227722557480991898?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6227722557480991898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/12/ragnar-er.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/6227722557480991898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/6227722557480991898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/12/ragnar-er.html' title='ragnar-er'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-7135305636274353114</id><published>2011-12-27T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T10:58:53.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>I'm struggling to get my christmas photos uploaded. My &lt;i&gt;old &lt;/i&gt;lady laptop flat out refuses to connect to the interweb and I'm afraid to upload anything on to Colby's apple. So, today, you get plain old text. No pictures. My apologies.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was Amazing. We've started a new tradition - open presents the night before and sleep in on Christmas. It was probably the best idea we've ever had. truly. Colby also stated that he has never slept so good the night before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll save the details of our presents but I will tell you that we were both pleasantly surprised by each other and the efforts that were put forth. It felt good to try real hard and get extra approval after keeping such a good secret. I had Colb completely fooled about his surprise gift and it felt great. I'm anxious for him to get out and use his new 'action cam' on the mt bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I &lt;i&gt;didn't&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;get for Christmas, was the purse I've been eyeing for &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;several&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/u&gt;weeks. It went on sale yesterday and I came home from work to the pretty thing. Colby sure knows how to get me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-7135305636274353114?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/7135305636274353114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/7135305636274353114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/7135305636274353114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-8456133823105441133</id><published>2011-12-20T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T14:20:43.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PQYGvQSVM14/TvEJDApC9WI/AAAAAAAADKs/zbEFX37v_9Q/s1600/IMG_0265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PQYGvQSVM14/TvEJDApC9WI/AAAAAAAADKs/zbEFX37v_9Q/s400/IMG_0265.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Meet our new addition, Charlie. She runs this house. We love her and we are so excited to finally have a little puppy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Best Christmas present ever .. and I'm not just saying that because I didn't have to wait until Christmas. Although, I wouldn't mind opening everything under the tree today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sometimes the anticipation can be too much for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-8456133823105441133?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8456133823105441133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-little-family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8456133823105441133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8456133823105441133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-little-family.html' title='Our little family.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PQYGvQSVM14/TvEJDApC9WI/AAAAAAAADKs/zbEFX37v_9Q/s72-c/IMG_0265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-4223985067083597939</id><published>2011-12-20T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T13:32:44.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas card - part two.</title><content type='html'>We received a Christmas card in the mail today, one that made my whole week. It was from a dear friend of mine who I look up to very much. The sincere words of kindness and love he shared literally brought me to tears. I'm truly grateful for this time of year and for the opportunity we have to celebrate something so incredible. I love finding joy in the smallest things amongst the hustle and bustle. It feels good to stop and appreciate the little things around me, including the kind words of those we love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-4223985067083597939?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4223985067083597939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-card-part-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4223985067083597939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4223985067083597939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-card-part-two.html' title='Christmas card - part two.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-7849285376755213412</id><published>2011-12-19T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T21:40:24.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas card season.</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year, again. I've decided at the last minute to do holiday cards and they are going out this year! We had Colby's dad take some updated photos of our little family and I'm excited to send them. They &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; are coming this year. Just you wait!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-7849285376755213412?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/7849285376755213412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-card-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/7849285376755213412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/7849285376755213412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-card-season.html' title='Christmas card season.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-2314338767182546436</id><published>2011-12-13T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T09:47:56.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tis the season.</title><content type='html'>i finshed christmas shopping for colby today. i wont know for sure until christmas morning, but im pretty sure im about to be wife of the year. now, if only i could think of something spectacular for everyone else on the list. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;why do i always wait til the last minute?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-2314338767182546436?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2314338767182546436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/12/tis-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2314338767182546436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2314338767182546436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/12/tis-season.html' title='tis the season.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-6593790495147170156</id><published>2011-12-08T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T20:04:29.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think its time for us to see other people.</title><content type='html'>i went to wendy's for lunch yesterday like i do everytime i work at my new pharmacy. i order the same thing every time. 5 piece chicken nugget, medium fry, and medium wildberry lemonade. $4.73. yesterday the total was $7.29. "thats not what i paid yesterday for th same combo!" i was too late, i was given the look of shame. like the cashier at wendy's has a REAL reason to judge me. it wasnt until i came back to work and told my friends what happened that i reaized that i had problem. &amp;nbsp; i think its time for me and wendy to take a break and see other people for a while. or a week atleast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-6593790495147170156?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6593790495147170156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-think-its-time-for-us-to-see-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/6593790495147170156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/6593790495147170156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-think-its-time-for-us-to-see-other.html' title='i think its time for us to see other people.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-4040715764352245007</id><published>2011-11-30T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T10:10:27.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanksgiving - ish.</title><content type='html'>my turkey day started about 2:30 am when i raced my stomach up the stairs to the bathroom. the stomach flu made it's appearance very early and stayed for far too long. instead of turkey, stuffing, and cranberry sauce, i sipped on sprite and gatorade for nearly 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;it wasn't exactly the way i had hoped to spend my day but 4 days later when my appetite came back, i was extra &lt;i&gt;grateful &lt;/i&gt;for my health.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-4040715764352245007?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4040715764352245007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-ish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4040715764352245007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4040715764352245007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-ish.html' title='thanksgiving - ish.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-1346099337651484307</id><published>2011-11-29T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T19:36:56.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Novem-bur.</title><content type='html'>my in-laws informed me last week when I attended a wedding reception without a coat because it didn't match my outfit, that I &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;need &lt;/i&gt;to wear a coat in all months that end in {ber} 'burrr'. When I asked about january and february, my father in law smirked and told me it probably wouldn't be a bad idea to use one in those months while I'm at it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;After the reception {that I refused to attend by myself for fear of... anything awkward coming about? I hate attending anything by myself - including the grocery store} we grabbed a bite to eat at Applebee's. Dinner was full of laughs and discussions about a lot of different things {which have nothing to do with this post} but it wasn't until I was half way done with my santa fe chicken salad that I realized what was happening- I was bonding with my in-laws. This wasn't the first time that I had spent time with them while Colb wasn't in attendance and it certainly wasn't the first time that I felt comfortable enough with them to lay all my current worries, concerns, jokes, and comments about life all out on the table. It was however, the first time that I took a moment to stop what I was doing, and really appreciate the kind of people that they are and the love that they have for me.&lt;br /&gt;They picked me up for this 'date' and Brock even came to the door &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; opened the door for me. They were genuinely concerned about my health and safety when I didn't wear a coat. At the reception, they stayed and mingled because I ran into some people I wanted to catch up with - and I'm just getting started.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have hand-picked em any better - I won the in-law jackpot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-1346099337651484307?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1346099337651484307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/11/novem-bur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/1346099337651484307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/1346099337651484307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/11/novem-bur.html' title='Novem-bur.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-4786400830482581448</id><published>2011-11-16T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T15:37:10.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>classic.</title><content type='html'>I never want to forget the story Logan told us about the boy in his primary class who was Marvin the Martian for halloween. His school didn't allow hats or helmets so the majority of his costume wasn't allowed. He was just a boy in a skirt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I did feel just a teeny tiny ounce of sorry for the kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I spent the next 16 minutes wiping my tears and trying to catch my breath. 'The silent laugh' came out and it couldn't be stopped. Maybe you had to know this 'boy in a skirt' or it's possible that I was just in dire need of a serious laugh. Either way, I can still feel it in my abs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-4786400830482581448?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4786400830482581448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/11/classic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4786400830482581448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4786400830482581448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/11/classic.html' title='classic.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-4785418912978004633</id><published>2011-11-15T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T09:33:28.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>being a grown-up.</title><content type='html'>The Christmas List:&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; What i'd&lt;i&gt; like &lt;/i&gt;to get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-desktop mac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-new ipod- my very own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-little tiny puppy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-New shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-earrings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-subaru justy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-pedicure x10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-leg wax&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-carpet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-my own bathroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ragnar attire - anything will do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What Santa is more likely to bring me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-picture of a puppy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-new undies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-a car wash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-a piggy bank {for my desktop}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-new razor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-nail polish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-an i-pod with someone else' music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-a ride in colb's subie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-my closet re-arranged so i can &lt;i&gt;see&lt;/i&gt; all my current shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll actually take the bottom list and run with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;minus the picture of the puppy. I'll need a real one of those. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-4785418912978004633?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4785418912978004633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/11/being-grown-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4785418912978004633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4785418912978004633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/11/being-grown-up.html' title='being a grown-up.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-1970816421468884942</id><published>2011-11-13T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T23:19:06.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween - Cali style.</title><content type='html'>Colby and I decided that we were in need a short trip so, when we heard the Peterson's were continuing the tradition of a spook alley in the garage for Halloween, we decided we couldn't miss it. I called my sister about two weeks before to make sure they didn't already have plans and she of course, was game. We left on Friday, stopped in Vegas for the night, got to LA early Saturday afternoon and headed home on Tuesday. It was a very short and busy trip but we had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;As soon as we pulled in the driveway Kady put us to work and we were able to help her all weekend long. I loved having everything busy and being able to help her accomplish her crazy weekend. Ward halloween party, teaching YW, two different school parades + a middle schooler at a different school. On top of that she threw a friend party on Monday along with the haunted house in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;She just goes and goes!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; We hated to leave and Tuesday came way to quickly. We got half way to Vegas before Kady called to tell me I had left my luggage. *you know how sometimes people leave stuff behind so that you are forced to see that person again real soon? That's why i left it - if anyone asks. Thank goodness I don't need those summer clothes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;We made great time on the way home and once we got to Provo Colb begged me to let him turn around and go back. He even promised that &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; would drive all night, sadly we had to get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I of course left the camera cord for the video camera in my luggage so those pictures (and video) will have to wait. Oh and we left the memory card for the regular camera at home in the computer so our internal memory prevented a lot of serious picture taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4sppAJKFXhA/TsC_lKVM94I/AAAAAAAADJg/NC6FWkrp1_w/s1600/DSCF1568%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4sppAJKFXhA/TsC_lKVM94I/AAAAAAAADJg/NC6FWkrp1_w/s640/DSCF1568%255B1%255D.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture completely describes our trip; totally crazy and full of smiles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for having us Peterson family, it was a treat, as usual! &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-1970816421468884942?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1970816421468884942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-cali-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/1970816421468884942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/1970816421468884942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-cali-style.html' title='Halloween - Cali style.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4sppAJKFXhA/TsC_lKVM94I/AAAAAAAADJg/NC6FWkrp1_w/s72-c/DSCF1568%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-3956771296156204066</id><published>2011-11-10T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T08:53:33.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Carter.</title><content type='html'>Last saturday as we 'slept in' (i believe it was 7:45?) I asked Colby what we needed to accomplish today.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"We need to cover the swamp cooler on &amp;nbsp;your Mom's house and clean out your Mom's garage, once we tackle those two things, we can do whatever we want."&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? The &lt;i&gt;only &lt;/i&gt;items on his list were not about him &lt;u&gt;or&lt;/u&gt; his &lt;b&gt;only&lt;/b&gt; day off.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I let life take control and I forget to count my blessings and realize how lucky I am.&lt;br /&gt;I often forget what I've endured in order to get to this point in my life.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord knows me, he knows my name and he knows what I need. He also knows, that I'm a 'touch the stove' kind of girl. I have to learn my lessons the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;Through my divorce I have learned (and continue to learn) millions of lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;*My Mom is my best friend. We hit heads a lot when I was in high school and it wasn't until I called her to ask if I could move home that I truly appreciated her. It wasn't until then that I realized all the sacrifices she had made (and continues to make) in behalf of her children. Sometimes we still laugh about how life &lt;i&gt;used&lt;/i&gt; to be and together we're grateful for lessons learned and relationships strengthened. She's my rock. The reason I stand tall, proud of who I am, no matter what it took to get here.&lt;br /&gt;*Mr Carter. I've never met such a trooper. Even when the memories come flooding back, he sticks around and holds me tight. Sometimes things come up that I'm not ready for and he's ok with that. Together we take a step back and we talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until Colby came along that I really wanted to be &lt;i&gt;loved. &lt;/i&gt;From the very beginning I laid it all out there, put it all on the table. No lies, no deceit, no secrets, nothing. I didn't want to fall in love and let something fall out of the closet. Not once, did he question me or wonder if I was worthy and ready to be a wife, his wife. We've accomplished a lot over the last few years, more than I can count. My most favorite thing though, is when I'm reminded of my familie's approval. It's a whole new ball game when they love the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;I love learning, growing, and moving on from lessons I've been blessed with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-3956771296156204066?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/3956771296156204066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/11/mr-carter.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/3956771296156204066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/3956771296156204066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/11/mr-carter.html' title='Mr. Carter.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-692733589647610791</id><published>2011-11-08T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T20:48:11.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember that one time ...</title><content type='html'>I grocery shopped like a mad woman and after I paid, I started walking off without my purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;You should have seen the cashier's face when I told her it had been a long day, she clearly didn't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;Who is she to judge? It was 5:00 and I was already out of my work clothes and into my sweats - that's about how intense my day was. I was also warm enough to function for the first time since 7 am.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Watch it sister, you don't want to mess with this girl when she is already in her sweatpants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-692733589647610791?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/692733589647610791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/11/remember-that-one-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/692733589647610791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/692733589647610791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/11/remember-that-one-time.html' title='Remember that one time ...'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-2462602658953126730</id><published>2011-11-08T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T15:34:43.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Title-less</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q__KHMTZX-U/Trm7V4Na_HI/AAAAAAAADJY/pJOszaZm3ag/s1600/DSCF1329.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q__KHMTZX-U/Trm7V4Na_HI/AAAAAAAADJY/pJOszaZm3ag/s640/DSCF1329.jpg" width="481" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture will continue to make my day, every day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;I asked my sister over Halloween weekend if she would raise our kids til they were 3 and then we would take them back. She was game. I hope our kids turn out to be at least &lt;i&gt;half&lt;/i&gt; as funny as hers. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-2462602658953126730?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2462602658953126730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/11/title-less.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2462602658953126730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2462602658953126730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/11/title-less.html' title='Title-less'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q__KHMTZX-U/Trm7V4Na_HI/AAAAAAAADJY/pJOszaZm3ag/s72-c/DSCF1329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-8370687136072467382</id><published>2011-11-03T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T10:54:11.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Month of the Turkey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/384532_2357165961626_1024538941_32361198_1748751554_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-8370687136072467382?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8370687136072467382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/11/month-of-turkey.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8370687136072467382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8370687136072467382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/11/month-of-turkey.html' title='Month of the Turkey!'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-6658377928720148622</id><published>2011-10-26T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:50:59.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>accomplished.</title><content type='html'>reasons my day rocked:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; *I was on time for work&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;-by the end of my 2 weeks in farmington, it was almost as though my body and my car didn't want to go to work. I was NEVER on time. Different story now days.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;*Blue scrubs.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -I loooove scrubs.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;*Mom's in CO loving some of the grandkids - her fav. thing in the world and she deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;*Paparazzi&amp;nbsp;Jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I spent $27 today and came home with 6 new pieces. Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;*Girl talk.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I love a good catch up with my favorite people.&lt;br /&gt;*Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;-Pulled out some boots today. :)&lt;br /&gt;*Count down is on.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; -2 more days and i'll be half way to cali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is pretty much amazing. I love a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-6658377928720148622?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6658377928720148622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/10/accomplished.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/6658377928720148622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/6658377928720148622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/10/accomplished.html' title='accomplished.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-1057126368998829171</id><published>2011-10-26T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T12:03:43.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a different girl.</title><content type='html'>yesterday, after a 13 hr day at my new s iths, i walked in the door with a big grin on my face. i was excited to finally see colby and tell him about my day. he commented on my big smile and told me &amp;nbsp;how much he loved me.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, ive turned into a different girl. my new job has relieved a lot of stress that ive been carrying for a few years. im happy and cheerful and full of energy. someone colby has never known. he met and married the crazy stressed girl and hung around long enough for the real me to appear.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;im loving life and everything in it, nothing is stopping this girl! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-1057126368998829171?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1057126368998829171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/10/different-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/1057126368998829171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/1057126368998829171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/10/different-girl.html' title='a different girl.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-8618406762339845934</id><published>2011-10-17T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T20:06:05.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation new Pharmacy.</title><content type='html'>I started at my new Smith's today. I watched the clock alllll day thinking I was going to be late - I didn't work til 4. When the time finally came, my nerves kicked in but i still &amp;nbsp;smiled the whole drive. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Spec.Tac.U.Lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I love it. Everything about it. The people, the patients, the good attitudes, the jokes, the laughs, and my new fav .. The Scrubs!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I brought pina colada cupcakes to make friends faster and even though Colb teased me about sucking up, it hit the spot. New friends already.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I'm anxious to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zfQ5qe0mvr4/TpzqWaVKNmI/AAAAAAAADI4/8W-Aaw5R3P0/s1600/2011-10-17+20.46.51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zfQ5qe0mvr4/TpzqWaVKNmI/AAAAAAAADI4/8W-Aaw5R3P0/s640/2011-10-17+20.46.51.jpg" width="481" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colby got me 'real' nurses shoes to match my new scrubs, they ar amazing. My feet don't even hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;*Did you catch my Ragnar medal in the photo? I'm craving another one! &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-8618406762339845934?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8618406762339845934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/10/operation-new-pharmacy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8618406762339845934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8618406762339845934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/10/operation-new-pharmacy.html' title='Operation new Pharmacy.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zfQ5qe0mvr4/TpzqWaVKNmI/AAAAAAAADI4/8W-Aaw5R3P0/s72-c/2011-10-17+20.46.51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-7387554898730554870</id><published>2011-10-09T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T13:44:33.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude.</title><content type='html'>I don't think I've mentioned lately how grateful I am for my in-laws and for the family that I have married into. I've found a good friend in my Mother-in-law and I know that whenever I show up, unannounced or not, she'll drop everything. We've spent a lot of time lately talking about trials and the plan of salvation and the plan the Lord has set out for us.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I think we let the ways of the world get a hold of us and we forget how important the little things are. Often times I think we get busy and we forget that our Heavenly Father is there for us and that he needs to hear from us. It's a good feeling to strengthen the bond with our Father in Heaven and then when we find ourselves in a bind, it's not uncomfortable for us to go to him.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I'm constantly amazed at the love my Heavenly Father has for me and for the ways that he reminds me that it's there. I've married into an incredible family who is always there for me and treats me as their own. I love being a Carter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cOL_kwzwixM/TpIHSHMh3dI/AAAAAAAADI0/Xuvlxob0w0k/s1600/IMG_2895.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cOL_kwzwixM/TpIHSHMh3dI/AAAAAAAADI0/Xuvlxob0w0k/s640/IMG_2895.jpg" width="423" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-7387554898730554870?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/7387554898730554870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/10/gratitude.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/7387554898730554870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/7387554898730554870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/10/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cOL_kwzwixM/TpIHSHMh3dI/AAAAAAAADI0/Xuvlxob0w0k/s72-c/IMG_2895.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-5323485290539490391</id><published>2011-10-05T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:50:12.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run. Ran. Running.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Amazing.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;Overwhelming.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Incredible.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;Fantastic. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Insane&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Emotional.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Spiritual.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Awesome&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Tiring.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;u&gt;Draining. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Great&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Crushing.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;Sore Legs.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Whirlwind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;Fun.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Spectacular&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Good.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Hate.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;u&gt;Fast.&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Encouraging&lt;b&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Intense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ragnar.&lt;br /&gt;I trained all summer long for Napa. It finally came, and I was ready. I went, and with 11 other people, we conquered.&lt;br /&gt;We ran, cheered, ate, cheered, slept. Then started it all over again. Three times.&lt;br /&gt;My 12.1 mileage quickly turned into almost 15 when they moved the exchange on leg #1 and when I got lost on leg #3.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; The entire experience was unreal. Words can't explain how amazing it really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Highlights:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; *Running with my big sister cheering my on the whole way - I loved watching her run and being able to do the same for her. She is the biggest reason I trained so hard.&lt;br /&gt;*Getting lost. It was 4 am and I was the only runner out there. We had passed so many teams that I could have run the entire leg without seeing a single soul. Turns out, I was &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;lost, that about 10-15 other runners caught up to me just as I was finishing my 2.5 miles of extra mileage. Fifteen minutes before I was supposed to hand-off, my big sis knew I was lost. She turned to her husband Kirt and told him so. Without hesitation, he took off after me. He had just finished his own 3rd leg - which was just over 9 miles - and he was off, running some more, to try and find me. Kirt never found me. I crossed the finish line, handed off, and turned to find my team. Before I had a chance to ask for water, my sister had her arms around me. Tears rolled down my cheeks as the comfort of something familiar took over me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I was never scared that&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;I had zero clue where I was or that I hadn't seen my van in miles or that my ipod was skipping and Justin Beiber just kept playing on repeat, or that I couldn't read the map in my hand. I knew that Kady was aware of the situation and that as soon as I found my way back, she would be there. I also knew that Kirt was out looking for me. You can imagine those same little innocent tears that come every time I tell this story.&lt;br /&gt;*I met 10 new people who all became instant friends. The majority were fb friends before the race even ended!&lt;br /&gt;*I experienced something that can't be explained, until you run your own &lt;i&gt;Ragnar, &lt;/i&gt;you'll consider all my stories "Bragnar."&lt;br /&gt;*Kicking Asphalt has invited me back.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Del Sol, AZ in February.&lt;br /&gt;BRING IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Van #1 - Kirt and 5 girls. Don't let him fool you, he loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CLg1nKKahzs/To0zOll7X0I/AAAAAAAADIo/VNxZcwtHqVI/s1600/van+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CLg1nKKahzs/To0zOll7X0I/AAAAAAAADIo/VNxZcwtHqVI/s640/van+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-5323485290539490391?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/5323485290539490391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/10/run-ran-running.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/5323485290539490391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/5323485290539490391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/10/run-ran-running.html' title='Run. Ran. Running.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CLg1nKKahzs/To0zOll7X0I/AAAAAAAADIo/VNxZcwtHqVI/s72-c/van+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-8425795783366562234</id><published>2011-09-20T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T19:10:44.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RagNar. Sneak peak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a4Nx1ki1lmk/TnlG7-X1H3I/AAAAAAAADIg/jnO-TbpfiP4/s1600/100_0015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="361" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a4Nx1ki1lmk/TnlG7-X1H3I/AAAAAAAADIg/jnO-TbpfiP4/s640/100_0015.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3If0Si8YIZ0/TnlHPoyZCiI/AAAAAAAADIk/sxjABeeQRcU/s1600/100_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="361" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3If0Si8YIZ0/TnlHPoyZCiI/AAAAAAAADIk/sxjABeeQRcU/s640/100_0013.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally have about a half a million photos.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Here are two of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Stay tuned for more and even a little video. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I already mention that Ragnar stole my heart this weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-8425795783366562234?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8425795783366562234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/09/ragnar-sneak-peak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8425795783366562234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8425795783366562234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/09/ragnar-sneak-peak.html' title='RagNar. Sneak peak.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a4Nx1ki1lmk/TnlG7-X1H3I/AAAAAAAADIg/jnO-TbpfiP4/s72-c/100_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-1623929481670109387</id><published>2011-09-18T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T18:37:55.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend nutshell.</title><content type='html'>*flew into san fran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*spent a day hauling luggage around pier 39.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ran 186.4 miles with twelve of my favorite people in 28 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ran 15 miles of that. -that looks pretty wimpy huh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*got lost on my third leg in the middle of the night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ran and extra 2.5 miles more than i planned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*cheered on my team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*shared an experience with my sister that i will never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*made ten new friends who have since seen me at my worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*tried crab wontons-not bad. seafood tasting is a huge step for me.&lt;br /&gt;*missed my cute husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sat in an aiport for 11 hours ... and counting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*panicked and had anxiety attack when i realized i was somewhere unfamiliar by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*called colby and told him everything i could remember about ragnar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ate airheads for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*crossed by fingers that i'd make the next flight out of here and crossed my toes that i wouldn't. i could really use one more day in cali to see my sisters kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all and all, its been quite the weekend. beyond words.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RAGNAR stole my heart this weekend and i kind of don't want it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-1623929481670109387?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1623929481670109387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/09/weekend-nutshell.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/1623929481670109387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/1623929481670109387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/09/weekend-nutshell.html' title='weekend nutshell.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-5411077466891544525</id><published>2011-09-11T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T12:12:38.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you expect from such simple creatures?&lt;br /&gt;Your last name stays put.&lt;br /&gt;The garage is all yours.&lt;br /&gt;Wedding plans take care of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate is just another snack.&lt;br /&gt;You can be President.&lt;br /&gt;You can never be pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park.&lt;br /&gt;You can wear NO shirt to a water park.&lt;br /&gt;Car mechanics tell you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;The world is your urinal.&lt;br /&gt;You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.&lt;br /&gt;Same work, more pay.&lt;br /&gt;Wrinkles add character.&lt;br /&gt;Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100.&lt;br /&gt;People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them.&lt;br /&gt;New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.&lt;br /&gt;One mood all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.&lt;br /&gt;You know stuff about tanks.&lt;br /&gt;A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;You can open all your own jars.&lt;br /&gt;You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.&lt;br /&gt;If someone forgets to invite you,&lt;br /&gt;He or she can still be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack.&lt;br /&gt;Three pairs of shoes are more than enough..&lt;br /&gt;You almost never have strap problems in public.&lt;br /&gt;You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes..&lt;br /&gt;Everything on your face stays its original color..&lt;br /&gt;The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.&lt;br /&gt;You only have to shave your face and neck.&lt;br /&gt;You can play with toys all your life.&lt;br /&gt;One wallet and one pair of shoes -- one color for all seasons.&lt;br /&gt;You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look..&lt;br /&gt;You can 'do' your nails with a pocket knife.&lt;br /&gt;You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.&lt;br /&gt;You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives&lt;br /&gt;On December 24 in 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder men are happier.&lt;br /&gt;Send this to the women who can handle it&lt;br /&gt;And to the men who will enjoy reading it.&lt;br /&gt;Men Are Just Happier People&lt;br /&gt;NICKNAMES&lt;br /&gt;· If Laura, Kate and Sarah go out for lunch, they will call each other Laura, Kate and Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;· If Mike, Dave and John go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, Bubba and Wildman .&lt;br /&gt;EATING OUT&lt;br /&gt;· When the bill arrives, Mike, Dave and John will each throw in $20, even though it's only for $32.50. None of them will have anything smaller and none will actually admit they want change back.&lt;br /&gt;· When the girls get their bill, out come the pocket calculators.&lt;br /&gt;MONEY&lt;br /&gt;· A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs.&lt;br /&gt;· A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't need but it's on sale.&lt;br /&gt;BATHROOMS&lt;br /&gt;· A man has six items in his bathroom: toothbrush and toothpaste, shaving cream, razor, a bar of soap, and a towel.&lt;br /&gt;· The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 337. A man would not be able to identify more than 20 of these items.&lt;br /&gt;ARGUMENTS&lt;br /&gt;· A woman has the last word in any argument.&lt;br /&gt;· Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.&lt;br /&gt;FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;· A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.&lt;br /&gt;· A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.&lt;br /&gt;MARRIAGE&lt;br /&gt;· A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;· A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, but she does.&lt;br /&gt;DRESSING UP&lt;br /&gt;· A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the trash, answer the phone, read a book, and get the mail.&lt;br /&gt;· A man will dress up for weddings and funerals.&lt;br /&gt;NATURAL&lt;br /&gt;· Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;· Women somehow deteriorate during the night.&lt;br /&gt;OFFSPRING&lt;br /&gt;· Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favorite foods, secret fears and hopes and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;· A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.&lt;br /&gt;THOUGHT FOR THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;A married man should forget his mistakes. There's no use in two people remembering the same thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-5411077466891544525?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/5411077466891544525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/5411077466891544525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/5411077466891544525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-sunday.html' title='Happy Sunday.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-1512777294505969862</id><published>2011-09-06T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T20:50:23.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LvOritmzJ0M/TmbHP8QWNbI/AAAAAAAADIQ/zEIRi8dCZks/s1600/IMG_2508.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LvOritmzJ0M/TmbHP8QWNbI/AAAAAAAADIQ/zEIRi8dCZks/s640/IMG_2508.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This picture is Kateri to a T. She is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August made for a busy summer for the Carter family. Colby's brother was able to marry his cute girlfriend and we spent 3 whole days celebrating!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mitch and Kateri were married Aug. 6th in the Timpanogos Temple. The entire day turned out absolutely perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; We're so excited to finally have Kateri be apart of our family, she truly is the perfect fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PZ10wAzAGO8/TmbJQ1iASnI/AAAAAAAADIY/UtQhQGvur54/s1600/IMG_2565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="553" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PZ10wAzAGO8/TmbJQ1iASnI/AAAAAAAADIY/UtQhQGvur54/s640/IMG_2565.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Carter Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_TlTzPYqMzM/TmbJdoja7HI/AAAAAAAADIc/YSWtWQKQ604/s1600/IMG_2714.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_TlTzPYqMzM/TmbJdoja7HI/AAAAAAAADIc/YSWtWQKQ604/s640/IMG_2714.jpg" width="423" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Colby was the photographer for the Roy reception and loved it so much, he picked up the camera for the second reception in Coalville. I spent a lot of time by myself at both. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tPNC-Z9bIrQ/TmbJIj_WT2I/AAAAAAAADIU/dJFZ4FnTOo0/s1600/IMG_2695.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tPNC-Z9bIrQ/TmbJIj_WT2I/AAAAAAAADIU/dJFZ4FnTOo0/s640/IMG_2695.jpg" width="423" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I spent a solid four months looking for a purple dress. I'll forever be indebted to TJ MAXX and their constant flow of dresses. &amp;nbsp;I literally looked everywhere for a purple dress and I love the one I ended up with.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Congrats Carters, we're so excited for you guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-1512777294505969862?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1512777294505969862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-official.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/1512777294505969862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/1512777294505969862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official!'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LvOritmzJ0M/TmbHP8QWNbI/AAAAAAAADIQ/zEIRi8dCZks/s72-c/IMG_2508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-688979609748796357</id><published>2011-08-29T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T14:34:51.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got SOUL ...</title><content type='html'>Remember two posts ago when I was publicly high-fiving myself for the running? And I mentioned that Colby thought we should sell the Jeep? And I begged him to let me keep it?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Well ... The back passenger window on the passenger's side fell off the track and went down into the door. I was livid. In &lt;i&gt;tears&lt;/i&gt; livid. The one on the &lt;u&gt;other&lt;/u&gt; side fell down about six months ago and it costs us a pretty penny to get it fixed. Plus, we just put $700.00 worth of new shocks into it. I wanted so badly to fix it but I was too afraid to find out what was going to break next. So, after many prayers, financial talks, and more tears, we decided the day had come.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I honestly have never loved a car more than my Liberty. It was turning out to be quite expensive though, so we made the switch.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We traded her in for something a little cheaper and I am of course, in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YlklKwxmxPo/TlwFm8Uiu3I/AAAAAAAADIM/FcGqZnSDFZ8/s1600/kia+soul.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YlklKwxmxPo/TlwFm8Uiu3I/AAAAAAAADIM/FcGqZnSDFZ8/s400/kia+soul.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2011 Kia Soul. &amp;nbsp;Isn't she adorable? My wallet is extra excited for the payment and the gas - or lack of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-688979609748796357?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/688979609748796357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/08/ive-got-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/688979609748796357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/688979609748796357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/08/ive-got-soul.html' title='I&apos;ve got SOUL ...'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YlklKwxmxPo/TlwFm8Uiu3I/AAAAAAAADIM/FcGqZnSDFZ8/s72-c/kia+soul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-6899301929858312938</id><published>2011-08-27T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T13:02:30.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Napa. Lets do it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bdh5gg7VRd0/TllL7Gb4LVI/AAAAAAAADII/Z2RoH0ojySA/s1600/leg+15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bdh5gg7VRd0/TllL7Gb4LVI/AAAAAAAADII/Z2RoH0ojySA/s640/leg+15.jpg" width="552" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my #2 leg out of 3 in Napa. I'm squealing with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;As much as I'd like to run one mile as fast as I can, three times over, and be done - I can't do that to my team. I'm been running my little heart out and even dreaming about running when I should be resting up. I've never been so ready to kick this hill from behind. I wish it was tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;5.1 miles. Bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-6899301929858312938?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6899301929858312938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/08/napa-lets-do-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/6899301929858312938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/6899301929858312938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/08/napa-lets-do-it.html' title='Napa. Lets do it.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bdh5gg7VRd0/TllL7Gb4LVI/AAAAAAAADII/Z2RoH0ojySA/s72-c/leg+15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-2877629144794861411</id><published>2011-08-14T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T16:55:39.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High fiver.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8nFyZB-RzmA/TkiVwmL4fkI/AAAAAAAADH8/CGg_rC0WdmQ/s1600/2011-08-14+17.27.05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8nFyZB-RzmA/TkiVwmL4fkI/AAAAAAAADH8/CGg_rC0WdmQ/s400/2011-08-14+17.27.05.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current Bfs.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;-Running shoes&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;-Running shorts&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; -Knee support.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Today, my best friends and I, put in an eight mile run.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Picture me high fiving myself ... It happened. That's pretty much how amazing it felt.&lt;br /&gt;Eight. That's almost halfway to my Smith's in Farmington.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Colby suggested we sell the jeep.&lt;br /&gt;I suggested that we keep it for the days when it snows.&lt;br /&gt;He agreed, luckily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-2877629144794861411?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2877629144794861411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/08/high-fiver.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2877629144794861411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2877629144794861411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/08/high-fiver.html' title='High fiver.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8nFyZB-RzmA/TkiVwmL4fkI/AAAAAAAADH8/CGg_rC0WdmQ/s72-c/2011-08-14+17.27.05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-3499984576902170394</id><published>2011-08-14T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T13:22:26.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from behind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wps8fP__Fw8/TkguQPaHIOI/AAAAAAAADH4/4DjMsowxOzc/s1600/DSCF1395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wps8fP__Fw8/TkguQPaHIOI/AAAAAAAADH4/4DjMsowxOzc/s400/DSCF1395.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out those stances. I'm anxious to get the clubs out again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-3499984576902170394?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/3499984576902170394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/08/from-behind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/3499984576902170394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/3499984576902170394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/08/from-behind.html' title='from behind.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wps8fP__Fw8/TkguQPaHIOI/AAAAAAAADH4/4DjMsowxOzc/s72-c/DSCF1395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-34278247627488450</id><published>2011-08-14T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T12:54:29.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T- 4.5 weeks.</title><content type='html'>Ragnar is just around the corner, literally. I'm a nervous wreck. I feel like I should be taking time off at work to run, but we all know that's not practical. I realized my commitment to team 'Kicking Asphalt' when I set my alarm for an early Saturday morning run, and when it went off I was out of bed faster than if our house was on fire. I'm incredibly excited for this opportunity to run my little heart (and guts) out.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Let's just hope the stars keep aligning and I can keep running like a crazy person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-34278247627488450?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/34278247627488450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/08/t-45-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/34278247627488450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/34278247627488450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/08/t-45-weeks.html' title='T- 4.5 weeks.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-2511335445704070913</id><published>2011-08-08T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T10:26:08.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{true love.}</title><content type='html'>We've spent the last week or so preparing for a wedding in the Carter family. Mitch and Kateri finally tied the knot on Saturday. That's a post for a new day.&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; We finally made it home late Saturday night around 11. I knew when I accepted the calling of teaching Sunday school that the adversary would work extra hard on keeping me busy and away from planning my lessons but this weekend, he won. I didn't have the energy to open my manual let alone my scriptures and a notebook. I caved and hit the hay. Colb and I missed our alarm on Sunday morning (which has NEVER happened) and we missed Sacrament. I jumped in the shower at 20 after 9 and did my hair as fast as I could. I came booking it down the stairs in a panic only to find my husband on the couch with my scriptures and my manual open.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"I've been preparing your lesson for you."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; My eyes filled with tears as my heart skipped a beat. He knew without any discussion, that I was nervous and worried about what I was going to teach my kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It gets better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually Colby just offered to teach my lesson, he had figured out a way to teach it differently, in a way my kids would better understand and I was just as anxious to hear it as he was to teach it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He came to my class, set up all the chairs, let me take charge, and then I turned the lesson over to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He rocked it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kids we captivated and I was in heaven.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;After 'my' lesson, Colby went on to priesthood to teach his own lesson to the deacons. Turns out, he didn't really have to teach, someone else had the lesson and didn't tell him. Never the less, he was prepared for church, with two lessons.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; True love is preparing your spouses lesson for church because you know it's exactly what they need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-2511335445704070913?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2511335445704070913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/08/true-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2511335445704070913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2511335445704070913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/08/true-love.html' title='{true love.}'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-4570439641410443736</id><published>2011-07-31T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T14:36:34.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>golfing girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-acwZcjjxVf4/TjYf7-st1uI/AAAAAAAADH0/QslvZtt7nRI/s1600/imagejpeg_2_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-acwZcjjxVf4/TjYf7-st1uI/AAAAAAAADH0/QslvZtt7nRI/s640/imagejpeg_2_2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pink bag, pink shoes, pink glove, pink balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not any good but I am a good sport.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-4570439641410443736?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4570439641410443736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/07/pink-bag-pink-shoes-pink-glove-pink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4570439641410443736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4570439641410443736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/07/pink-bag-pink-shoes-pink-glove-pink.html' title='golfing girl.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-acwZcjjxVf4/TjYf7-st1uI/AAAAAAAADH0/QslvZtt7nRI/s72-c/imagejpeg_2_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-713727479266581982</id><published>2011-07-31T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T20:34:56.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Droooooling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://sarahknightphotography.com/"&gt;This.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sarahknightphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;This.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amazing. I can't wait to book our shoot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love this girl.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love her work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-713727479266581982?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/713727479266581982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/07/droooooling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/713727479266581982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/713727479266581982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/07/droooooling.html' title='Droooooling.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-6881708098824552153</id><published>2011-07-29T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T12:55:17.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friday.</title><content type='html'>I love myself a great friday. sleep in. (just a little) enjoy a bowl of cereal. start (and complete) today's (and yesterdays) sudoku puzzle. fold some laundry. put on my favorite victoria beckum jeans. drive to work with the windows down and the radio up. work a 6 hour shift.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; fridays the best. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-6881708098824552153?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6881708098824552153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/07/friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/6881708098824552153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/6881708098824552153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/07/friday.html' title='friday.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-5630000872606281595</id><published>2011-07-19T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T10:14:01.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SVV6ZWodVzQ/TiW6Yb3mmgI/AAAAAAAADHM/busspLksxDw/s1600/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SVV6ZWodVzQ/TiW6Yb3mmgI/AAAAAAAADHM/busspLksxDw/s640/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl from work couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;Each tech at Smith's is in charge of an area in the pharmacy, in that area we are required to keep it clean and organized. We also have to keep the numbers updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me keeping mine up to date.&lt;br /&gt;Just another day in the life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-5630000872606281595?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/5630000872606281595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/5630000872606281595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/5630000872606281595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='Just another day.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SVV6ZWodVzQ/TiW6Yb3mmgI/AAAAAAAADHM/busspLksxDw/s72-c/photo+%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-7107355004237386812</id><published>2011-07-19T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T09:34:21.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7-eleven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cfFKaUp3A7E/TiWx21ZehLI/AAAAAAAADG4/8gBKXgWiRgw/s1600/2011-07-11%2B12.06.35%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cfFKaUp3A7E/TiWx21ZehLI/AAAAAAAADG4/8gBKXgWiRgw/s400/2011-07-11%2B12.06.35%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: CENTER;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a chance to celebrate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-7107355004237386812?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/7107355004237386812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/07/7-eleven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/7107355004237386812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/7107355004237386812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/07/7-eleven.html' title='7-eleven.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cfFKaUp3A7E/TiWx21ZehLI/AAAAAAAADG4/8gBKXgWiRgw/s72-c/2011-07-11%2B12.06.35%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-6771568050450950982</id><published>2011-07-06T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T20:37:35.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little sore.</title><content type='html'>I ran my first 5k of the season for the fourth. Lucky for me, both my sisters ran it to. I love a good race and a good run but nothing compares to crossing the finish line with two of my very best friends. It was something I was really looking forward to and I am so glad we were all able to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I can't wait until next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-6771568050450950982?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6771568050450950982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/07/little-sore.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/6771568050450950982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/6771568050450950982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/07/little-sore.html' title='a little sore.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-6406681344033720486</id><published>2011-06-30T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T12:36:46.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ol' diet.</title><content type='html'>Colby and I do our grocery shopping on Mondays. It gets it out of the way and it lets us prepare meals and lunches by the week. &amp;nbsp;This last Monday was no different. We went through our list, picked up the usual [the items we have yet to get sick of] This time though, when we got to the frozen food section (lunches) I nearly broke down &amp;nbsp;in tears and lost it. I refused to eat the frozen lunches that are already put together. I almost had Colb convinced to let me starve.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I ended up leaving with some syrup and a bog of eggos.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;That's right, waffles for lunch fr an entire week.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I love being a grown up. &amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-6406681344033720486?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6406681344033720486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/06/ol-diet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/6406681344033720486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/6406681344033720486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/06/ol-diet.html' title='The ol&apos; diet.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-1954221751162880681</id><published>2011-06-27T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T19:51:40.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The pool.</title><content type='html'>We live about three blocks from the Roy aquatic center and I can count on one hand how many times we gone. Not many. The kids love it though so we go every time they come.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The sunshine was much needed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NbiOcB9Ngiw/TglAdUvJSUI/AAAAAAAADGQ/E3MyfxeHlzg/s1600/DSCF1195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NbiOcB9Ngiw/TglAdUvJSUI/AAAAAAAADGQ/E3MyfxeHlzg/s400/DSCF1195.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FMSB_Hw0IlU/TglAlwfrQhI/AAAAAAAADGU/EjpFCtD0VgA/s1600/DSCF1202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FMSB_Hw0IlU/TglAlwfrQhI/AAAAAAAADGU/EjpFCtD0VgA/s400/DSCF1202.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S7cijc-IY3E/TglAufvshII/AAAAAAAADGY/zMR2X1POYaI/s1600/DSCF1200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S7cijc-IY3E/TglAufvshII/AAAAAAAADGY/zMR2X1POYaI/s400/DSCF1200.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;'Crackle' toes. Tess insisted that I do her toes like mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VlF-T_oCQCI/TglA2MVEl3I/AAAAAAAADGc/SswvArx98Q8/s1600/DSCF1212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VlF-T_oCQCI/TglA2MVEl3I/AAAAAAAADGc/SswvArx98Q8/s400/DSCF1212.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're missing my aunt Em and her family in this picture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-1954221751162880681?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1954221751162880681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/06/pool.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/1954221751162880681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/1954221751162880681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/06/pool.html' title='The pool.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NbiOcB9Ngiw/TglAdUvJSUI/AAAAAAAADGQ/E3MyfxeHlzg/s72-c/DSCF1195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-270967933535456512</id><published>2011-06-27T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T19:42:26.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to the CO.</title><content type='html'>Road trip.&lt;br /&gt;Rockies game. {win}&lt;br /&gt;first train ride.&lt;br /&gt;Delicious eats.&lt;br /&gt;Girl talk.&lt;br /&gt;Golfing {for the boys}&lt;br /&gt;Shopping. {for the girls}&lt;br /&gt;Petting zoo.&lt;br /&gt;The park.&lt;br /&gt;Harper June.&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide if I have a favorite. I loved every second of being with my brother and his cute little family. Colby has all but talked me into moving to Denver. 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kpGhSdhiJmw/Tgk-oUBQO5I/AAAAAAAADGI/1wx-lACJv30/s1600/DSCF1064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kpGhSdhiJmw/Tgk-oUBQO5I/AAAAAAAADGI/1wx-lACJv30/s400/DSCF1064.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-270967933535456512?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/270967933535456512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/06/trip-to-co.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/270967933535456512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/270967933535456512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/06/trip-to-co.html' title='Trip to the CO.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-py-v9_wPyOs/Tgk9g-zy8kI/AAAAAAAADFk/QyFk8wVg3q0/s72-c/DSCF1123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-8991352259790864798</id><published>2011-06-21T13:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T13:36:18.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scuse me.</title><content type='html'>I put on my running shoes and my &lt;i&gt;brand spanking new&lt;/i&gt; running shorts today, I was &lt;u&gt;set.&lt;/u&gt;  Three miles is about what I should be running, 3 times a week. I was  about 2 miles into my run on the treadmill when my brother scared the  crap out of me. I screamed, real loud. He laughed and I rolled my eyes  then went back to my run. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "So .. You taking me to McDonald's when you're done?"&lt;br /&gt;"McDonald's? I'm running, exercising, you can see that right?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'll see you in a few minutes?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; almost done but I am certainly not ruining this run with a run to McDonald's."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; It took me forever to focus and to get my breathing under control again but I managed. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; McDonald's? He must think I'm crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-8991352259790864798?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8991352259790864798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/06/scuse-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8991352259790864798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8991352259790864798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/06/scuse-me.html' title='Scuse me.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-8776366069254092247</id><published>2011-06-13T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T16:04:18.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>got napa?</title><content type='html'>I've recently done something totally crazy and completely out of my comfort zone and currently, its all I can think about.&lt;br /&gt;My sister had an opening on her running team in LA and she offered me the spot. Without consulting Colby, I said yes. Okay, it was closer to YESSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I quickly sent her a check for the entrance fee before I had a chance to chicken out.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm beyond excited to be able to enjoy the experience and to do it with my big sis just makes it all the more awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;For now I'm just training but in September I'll head to Cali for the big run.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Napa Valley Ragnar, here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-8776366069254092247?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8776366069254092247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/06/got-napa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8776366069254092247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8776366069254092247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/06/got-napa.html' title='got napa?'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-5461144910879410985</id><published>2011-06-04T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T15:28:56.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>upgrade.</title><content type='html'>updating from my new samsung epic. know what? it feels just like that. epic.&lt;br /&gt;this is quite possibly the coolest thing ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-5461144910879410985?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/5461144910879410985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/06/upgrade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/5461144910879410985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/5461144910879410985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/06/upgrade.html' title='upgrade.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-8623500979217940799</id><published>2011-05-28T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T18:36:07.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the chapel ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago {on Friday the 13th ..} Our good friends Dallin and Angie were married in the Bountiful temple. It was a gorgeous day and we loved being apart of it!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I love weddings for lots of reasons but mostly because they remind me how incredibly lucky I am. I found myself just staring at Colby most of the day, remembering our big day just over 13 months ago. I love going to weddings and being apart of them but I'm sure glad I never have to do that again, I do much better on the sidelines.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-seVXAtoM4tk/TeGhQAXKMpI/AAAAAAAADE4/gm3V5OkQXTQ/s1600/DSCF0950.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-seVXAtoM4tk/TeGhQAXKMpI/AAAAAAAADE4/gm3V5OkQXTQ/s400/DSCF0950.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IR5nMuOBZ80/TeGheh22rqI/AAAAAAAADE8/FnVACFWteeM/s1600/DSCF0987.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IR5nMuOBZ80/TeGheh22rqI/AAAAAAAADE8/FnVACFWteeM/s400/DSCF0987.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so grateful that Colby and I were married in the temple and to have the knowledge of an eternal family, to know that we are sealed for all eternity is the most incredible feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-8623500979217940799?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8623500979217940799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/going-to-chapel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8623500979217940799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8623500979217940799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/going-to-chapel.html' title='Going to the chapel ...'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-seVXAtoM4tk/TeGhQAXKMpI/AAAAAAAADE4/gm3V5OkQXTQ/s72-c/DSCF0950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-9128073172060052233</id><published>2011-05-23T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T20:24:44.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter with Grandma Leslie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FX4tIBOwQG4/TdsjC8oBTaI/AAAAAAAADEs/fQN-DrVr2kY/s1600/DSCF0895.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FX4tIBOwQG4/TdsjC8oBTaI/AAAAAAAADEs/fQN-DrVr2kY/s400/DSCF0895.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I kept hearing everyone call her 'Grandma Leslie' but there were no grandkids in attendance. It's the pits to have family live out of state but we are lucky to have some 'fill ins' when the kiddos can't make it.&lt;br /&gt;Things we did for our Easter celebration that took me back:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Easter Egg hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I raced to Steve's rescue more than once, Lucy was positive that he could have chocolate, but that's because she's only 1 and if baby's can have chocolate, so can dogs. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Flew a kite.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I wish Ayda would bring 'barbie kite' back, when it was time to put it away, I could have cried.&lt;br /&gt;Sidewalk chalk.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Shaped like eggs for the special occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Maybe we could redo Easter and meet up for more fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-9128073172060052233?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/9128073172060052233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/easter-with-grandma-leslie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/9128073172060052233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/9128073172060052233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/easter-with-grandma-leslie.html' title='Easter with Grandma Leslie'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0W0P86BMG5c/Tdshzr9ljaI/AAAAAAAADEE/mpPqarie7Yc/s72-c/DSCF0861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-8131843067986741782</id><published>2011-05-23T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T20:09:13.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>H.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zEppax8HI_U/Tdsg136IoII/AAAAAAAADEA/66VtFpVLyyE/s400/DSCF0562.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to the big H so I can sit in the sun and laugh my guts out with my favorite people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-8131843067986741782?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8131843067986741782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/h.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8131843067986741782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8131843067986741782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/h.html' title='H.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wSDlzVGnzsk/Tdse9iUhhOI/AAAAAAAADDM/WMxic3oShis/s72-c/DSCF0646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-6258645537514246931</id><published>2011-05-21T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T08:59:43.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mix it up.</title><content type='html'>I put in an &lt;i&gt;older&lt;/i&gt; mix in the cd player today, one I remember loving but haven't listened to in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; You can imagine my immediate smile along with a tiny smirk when 'Dirty Pop' came on.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;There might have also been some Nelly.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I drove home with the sunroof open&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;windows down.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;sun shining in.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Perfect ending to a perfect day at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-6258645537514246931?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6258645537514246931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/mix-it-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/6258645537514246931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/6258645537514246931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/mix-it-up.html' title='Mix it up.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-2084682895671992191</id><published>2011-05-18T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T18:44:10.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Splash.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know it's been a &lt;i&gt;long &lt;/i&gt;day at work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;when the car in front of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;splashes water on my windshield and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I put my arm up to &lt;u&gt;block&lt;/u&gt; it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thursday here&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;I&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;come!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-2084682895671992191?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2084682895671992191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/splash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2084682895671992191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2084682895671992191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/splash.html' title='Splash.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-4612837868611872633</id><published>2011-05-17T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T20:54:05.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember that one time ...</title><content type='html'>*Remember when Grandma Wilson had us over for an Easter egg hunt and only those who weren't married could participate and I'd been divorced for like 6 days so I was in!?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; That was also the year that we found 'I.O.U a candy bar' in most of our eggs&lt;br /&gt;*Remember when I was 14 and I found out my Gma A had been married after she divorced my Grandpa and she told me her old last name was Wilson and I pictured her as the Grandma on Dennis the Mennis so I started calling her that and one time at Bear Lake she got so mad she kicked me in the butt. I couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;*Remember when that girl in second grade (names aren't necessary) peed her pants at the desk right next to mine, right after she pissed me off at recess? I got down on my hands and knees to smell it then jumped on my chair to confirm it to the whole class.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"IT'S PEE!" &lt;br /&gt;*Remember when I went camping with the Taylor's and I said the word 'piss' in their&amp;nbsp;trailer&amp;nbsp;and I thought mom Kim was going to kill me. I remember being so scared that I begged and begged and begged KarLee to let me borrow her bike to go home. Somehow I thought riding my bike down Ogden canyon at 10 years old would be easier than facing Kim again.&lt;br /&gt;*Remember Kendra met some boys on Myspace and she tricked me into hanging out with them. We ended up at their house with 3 boys, one pizza, and 'Welcome to Mooseport'. I used my clever sneak skills to get us out of there. Once they closed the door behind us, we ran as fast as we could to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Did I mention one of the guys names was John Johnson? His parents obviously hated him.&lt;br /&gt;*Remember when my cousin's friend really liked me and I didn't really like him but somehow we ended up in his car just the two of us while he was giving me a ride home and he leaned over to kiss me and I backed away. He leaned in farther, taking his foot off the break. The car started to roll and in a panicked effort he tried to stop it but hit the gas instead and drove up on my lawn. I remember running inside and watching him back off my lawn from my bedroom window.&lt;br /&gt;*Remember in second grade when me and KarLee went after school talk to Mrs Call and she wasn't there but her candy bowl was so we both took a handful of Runts? I ate all mine on the walk home and KarLee felt so guilty that she literally held them in her hand until the minute she could give them back. We took them on a Friday, it was a long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;*Remember in Junior High when one of our teachers passed away so they let us out of school early to attend her funeral? We all skipped and went to Some Dude's Playground and every single one of us walked out with an injury. Some more than others. &amp;nbsp;(Ang) &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;*Remember when the Taylor's would buy every movie as soon as it came out and they let us 'check them out'? Didn't we sign a release form? I'm picturing a very detailed notebook with lots of signatures...&lt;br /&gt;*Remember when we moved the tramp to the front yard and My made us move it because she didn't want the neighbors to think &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; was white trash?&lt;br /&gt;*Remember when I got sick of sharing our tramp with the neighbors so I made them bring a detailed note from their parents stating the date and time they could jump and who had to be home?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Remembering is my favorite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-4612837868611872633?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4612837868611872633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/remember-that-one-time.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4612837868611872633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4612837868611872633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/remember-that-one-time.html' title='Remember that one time ...'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-4525113723965827500</id><published>2011-05-14T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T20:04:32.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the dream.</title><content type='html'>I remember the day like it was yesterday, it was warm out with a tiny breeze and a Saturday. I put on my favorite soccer shorts and my lucky cleats - they made me so fast.&lt;br /&gt;My Mom drove me to&amp;nbsp;competition soccer tryouts. I hadn't slept a wink the night before, I was too nervous and far too excited. All my friends were trying out and although I knew they were better than me, I was anxious to learn what they already knew about the game - the footwork, the tricks, the big kicks.&lt;br /&gt;The day to be apart of their team finally came.&lt;br /&gt;I showed up with butterflies and a water bottle/cooler big enough for the whole team. It was the only one I could find that day. Just before they put me on the field, they asked what position I played. Forward I said, then I hesitated and told them I would play any position.&lt;br /&gt;I was so ready. I saw the coach approach my Mom and I was anxious to hear the gossip. He told my Mom I was very small. Too small. That was it. I never touched the field that warm spring day. We just left.&lt;br /&gt;I continued to play on other teams but always drooled over the thought of being on that team.&lt;br /&gt;I never did play on that team.&lt;br /&gt;I told myself I'd practice and try out for the high school team, I was a&amp;nbsp;sophomore, but when I showed up to Roy West Park anxious to prove myself , those same girls were there. Instead of getting let down again, I turned around and walked home. I never tried out.&lt;br /&gt;A little piece of me regretted that move, every day when I drove past the park after school and saw them practicing.&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I&amp;nbsp;received&amp;nbsp;a text message from one of those girls inviting me to play on an outdoor team.&lt;br /&gt;My heart skipped a beat and without asking if we could afford it, I said yes.&amp;nbsp;I went out and bough new sleeves for my shingaurds and pulled out my soccer bag. I might have also purchased a rubber soccer ball in a net that hangs from my rear view mirror at the same store, it was on sale. (and ... I've always wanted one)&lt;br /&gt;We've played two games. We're not that great but I'm loving every second.&lt;br /&gt;Colby laughs when I talk about it, he teases me that I've waited for this for so long and now I can't stop smiling.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention it's a co-ed outdoor just for fun team?&lt;br /&gt;Good enough for me. &amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-4525113723965827500?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4525113723965827500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/living-dream.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4525113723965827500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4525113723965827500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/living-dream.html' title='Living the dream.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-3082122770501814443</id><published>2011-05-14T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T19:39:38.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our future sister in law, Kateri, graduated from Utah State last week . It was so fun to spend the day in Logan celebrating with the family! - I can't get enough of these guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HrT9lTn8CEc/Tc88kGwEf9I/AAAAAAAADDE/nvYXjt6cojs/s1600/DSCF0942.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HrT9lTn8CEc/Tc88kGwEf9I/AAAAAAAADDE/nvYXjt6cojs/s400/DSCF0942.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-3082122770501814443?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/3082122770501814443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/our-future-sister-in-law-kateri.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/3082122770501814443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/3082122770501814443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/our-future-sister-in-law-kateri.html' title=''/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HrT9lTn8CEc/Tc88kGwEf9I/AAAAAAAADDE/nvYXjt6cojs/s72-c/DSCF0942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-4002561375014895892</id><published>2011-05-09T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T10:12:03.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting fit.</title><content type='html'>Going back to work the day after we returned from Hawaii was quite hard, I wasn't ready. I did however, come with a tan, a tan so good, I didn't wear make up. It was &lt;i&gt;kind&lt;/i&gt; of awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I came back to a program I knew nothing about called 'Get fit' It's a program created district wide to make the employees healthier, which makes them happier, and nicer to the customers.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was invited to be on a team with 4 other girls in the pharmacy. We had to pick a team name and HR chose me to be team captain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Cinco Shrinkos*&lt;/u&gt; - Not bad eh, I came up with that one, all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Although the goal is to become healthier, there is money involved. One person can win up to $1200.00.&lt;br /&gt;We weigh in once a week with one of two people, and the same scale.- The final weigh in is 7-31.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Body fat percentage is what we're competing with. &lt;br /&gt;Last week, my team was #27 out of almost 200 teams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're rockin it and doing far better than we had hoped. We're not it in for the money but we are becoming healthier and the whole process is pulling us closer as a pharmacy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-4002561375014895892?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4002561375014895892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/getting-fit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4002561375014895892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4002561375014895892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/getting-fit.html' title='Getting fit.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-913687148217113557</id><published>2011-05-09T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T09:52:42.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On occasion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes when my husband buys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; a new &lt;b&gt;apple laptop&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;a round of golf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; in the &lt;i&gt;same day&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I come home with a bottle of &lt;b&gt;nail polish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; and some &lt;i&gt;new&lt;/i&gt; sleeves for my &lt;u&gt;shingaurds.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been the best little saver lately. I've found that if I bring everything I need to eat with me to work, I have no reason to wander into the store and buy something that looks likes it might be good. It feels amazing to finally figure out what works for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just for the record, Colb's laptop crashed and he's been saving and drooling for an apple. I had a feeling one was going to be joining our family eventually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-913687148217113557?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/913687148217113557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-occasion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/913687148217113557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/913687148217113557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-occasion.html' title='On occasion.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-5124149966583007354</id><published>2011-05-01T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T19:37:45.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Beaster. Carter Style.</title><content type='html'>The Easter bunny brought the girls jacks and the boys airplanes.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; One of my favorite things about having my in-laws live 3 blocks from my Mom, sharing holidays is practical. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; We laughed a ton and really took advantage of the sunshine. Oh I love these guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jacks on the deck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ejtzvwMCXH0/Tb4VXHxELNI/AAAAAAAADCQ/hXgkDKwMr04/s1600/DSCF0802.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ejtzvwMCXH0/Tb4VXHxELNI/AAAAAAAADCQ/hXgkDKwMr04/s400/DSCF0802.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gc-zbBFGYAs/Tb4Vds4itxI/AAAAAAAADCU/byvFpuoMqpc/s1600/DSCF0814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gc-zbBFGYAs/Tb4Vds4itxI/AAAAAAAADCU/byvFpuoMqpc/s400/DSCF0814.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Airplanes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6iD_V_dlgjI/Tb4VjxK20xI/AAAAAAAADCY/4g3jRsFRWaY/s1600/DSCF0828.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6iD_V_dlgjI/Tb4VjxK20xI/AAAAAAAADCY/4g3jRsFRWaY/s400/DSCF0828.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Airplane on the roof. Can you see the the garbage can starting to tip. Yep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8fNHsFVulSE/Tb4Yw7TVmtI/AAAAAAAADCo/KMhBZM4fXlM/s1600/DSCF0847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8fNHsFVulSE/Tb4Yw7TVmtI/AAAAAAAADCo/KMhBZM4fXlM/s400/DSCF0847.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F1MPAZez7pw/Tb4Vpw_i2DI/AAAAAAAADCc/iHx6RRLlKbg/s1600/DSCF0841.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F1MPAZez7pw/Tb4Vpw_i2DI/AAAAAAAADCc/iHx6RRLlKbg/s320/DSCF0841.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not real sure who the neighbor boys are but they brought their own planes so it was cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhfr20QtI2g/Tb4V2gRl2jI/AAAAAAAADCk/f_mZnXgfdtM/s1600/DSCF0851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhfr20QtI2g/Tb4V2gRl2jI/AAAAAAAADCk/f_mZnXgfdtM/s320/DSCF0851.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Top left: Mitch and his fiance Kateri, Chelle and Russ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colby and Libby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wjmCultykt0/Tb4VIXY2IJI/AAAAAAAADCM/D1PEmoZNNYs/s1600/DSCF0854.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wjmCultykt0/Tb4VIXY2IJI/AAAAAAAADCM/D1PEmoZNNYs/s400/DSCF0854.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love sunshiney days with people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-5124149966583007354?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/5124149966583007354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/easter-beaster-carter-style.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/5124149966583007354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/5124149966583007354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/05/easter-beaster-carter-style.html' title='Easter Beaster. Carter Style.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ejtzvwMCXH0/Tb4VXHxELNI/AAAAAAAADCQ/hXgkDKwMr04/s72-c/DSCF0802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-8521813330696917738</id><published>2011-04-26T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T11:52:57.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceeeelebrate good times.</title><content type='html'>One year has come and gone. I've enjoyed even the tiniest details.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;To celebrate we went on a mini getaway. We stayed in Salt lake for a night and in the morning we headed to our favorite spot, where it all happened. The Jordan River LDS Temple.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We were able to take part in sealings which I've never done before. How grateful I am for the opportunity to do temple work for those who have passed on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards we got a bite to eat. The Spaghetti Factory in Taylorsville is where we had our luncheon a year ago, it tasted even better this year without the worry of putting together a reception in a small amount of time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To say that life has been good to me this last year would be an understatement. I'm honestly happier than I have ever been, the Lord truly knows me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is to another year of total bliss.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still get butterflies when someone calls me Mrs. Carter or Colby's wife. &amp;nbsp;:)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yg6knanIiPs/TbcUfb1zi1I/AAAAAAAADBY/9ob4F7DV5To/s1600/stuff+471.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yg6knanIiPs/TbcUfb1zi1I/AAAAAAAADBY/9ob4F7DV5To/s400/stuff+471.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-8521813330696917738?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8521813330696917738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/04/ceeeelebrate-good-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8521813330696917738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8521813330696917738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/04/ceeeelebrate-good-times.html' title='Ceeeelebrate good times.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yg6knanIiPs/TbcUfb1zi1I/AAAAAAAADBY/9ob4F7DV5To/s72-c/stuff+471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-4371715765782449136</id><published>2011-04-26T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T10:42:47.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things never change...</title><content type='html'>A routine in the shower is a must.&lt;br /&gt;I play with hair my making up different styles before I go to bed..&lt;br /&gt;The range at the golf course is my favorite way to relieve stress.&lt;br /&gt;I only fold warm laundry.&lt;br /&gt;My foot taps the break whenever I see a Cop, even if I'm going 5 mph.&lt;br /&gt;I step on the scale whenever I pass it.&lt;br /&gt;Lawn mowing is my favorite closet hobby.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a better texter than a phone talker.&lt;br /&gt;I dream about other peoples lives but none of them ever make enough sense to share.&lt;br /&gt;Baby names run through my head all day every day. Nope not prego.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;Towels are still folded the same way I learned from my former mother in law - this will never change, i love it too much.&lt;br /&gt;I talk to my pets like they are people. Even Tomahawk the fish.&lt;br /&gt;I stress about confrontation.&lt;br /&gt;When I assume the worst, I usually do make an ass out of you and me. (ass u me) love.&lt;br /&gt;Hoodies are my ultimate fav.&lt;br /&gt;My closet is color coordinated.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people in line at the pharmacy gives me anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;Being on time is dang near impossible. I was even late for my wedding. Both of them.&lt;br /&gt;I love pictures with me in them.&lt;br /&gt;Colby never leaves the house without a kiss and the words I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I never go anywhere without doing my hair. &lt;br /&gt;I dream of being a marathon rnner.&lt;br /&gt;Being a Pharmacy Technician is something I've always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a favorite color, it changes to often to choose.&lt;br /&gt;When people talk to me with an accent, it takes everything I have not to talk back to them the same way.&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret silent laugh. When Colby makes me laugh real hard or tries to be awkward, it comes out. I make zero sound until I catch my breath.&lt;br /&gt;I can't eat sea food, just the thought makes me dry heave.&lt;br /&gt;Scary shows give me nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;I love a good book.&lt;br /&gt;I fall asleep within 6 minutes if we're travelling farther than 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Living out of state scares me. Someday we'll do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-4371715765782449136?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4371715765782449136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/04/some-things-never-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4371715765782449136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4371715765782449136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/04/some-things-never-change.html' title='Some things never change...'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-6526659429724711044</id><published>2011-04-19T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T21:02:11.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still love the dress.</title><content type='html'>I remember the first time I tried this dress on. My Mom's smile said it all. I was sold. We took it home that same day. I couldn't wait for Colby to see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-djuyKuoP0Uw/Ta5aCqW-yiI/AAAAAAAADA8/eItWCWmZzt8/s1600/_MG_8703.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-djuyKuoP0Uw/Ta5aCqW-yiI/AAAAAAAADA8/eItWCWmZzt8/s400/_MG_8703.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dve9_gyEoL0/Ta5Z6M5OWDI/AAAAAAAADA0/RGzIyelg6JA/s1600/_MG_8673.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dve9_gyEoL0/Ta5Z6M5OWDI/AAAAAAAADA0/RGzIyelg6JA/s400/_MG_8673.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KAljhSLx50A/Ta5Z2JaNI4I/AAAAAAAADAw/jJLH0CuBnIU/s1600/_MG_8723.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KAljhSLx50A/Ta5Z2JaNI4I/AAAAAAAADAw/jJLH0CuBnIU/s400/_MG_8723.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pz6e0Vw6GPM/Ta5Z-4t47BI/AAAAAAAADA4/GK-2P1zZi9s/s1600/_MG_8681.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pz6e0Vw6GPM/Ta5Z-4t47BI/AAAAAAAADA4/GK-2P1zZi9s/s400/_MG_8681.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-6526659429724711044?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6526659429724711044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/04/still-love-dress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/6526659429724711044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/6526659429724711044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/04/still-love-dress.html' title='Still love the dress.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-djuyKuoP0Uw/Ta5aCqW-yiI/AAAAAAAADA8/eItWCWmZzt8/s72-c/_MG_8703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-6935574069779946524</id><published>2011-04-19T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T20:35:03.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year . . .</title><content type='html'>Looking at wedding pictures today.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Can you believe it's been a year since I said YES!?&lt;br /&gt;I've been a Carter for a whole year! (on Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Happy Easter?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Try Happy ValenBirthaversary! 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WYmILmKTqac/Ta5Td0dH3NI/AAAAAAAADAY/KwX-QULRTxg/s400/L_9922+4x6+copy.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-6935574069779946524?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6935574069779946524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/6935574069779946524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/6935574069779946524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-year.html' title='One Year . . .'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1gHvEZT9nYI/Ta5TYCTfAXI/AAAAAAAADAU/6lJWsoIdUgo/s72-c/L_9873.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-9002172470190725308</id><published>2011-04-19T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T10:03:26.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember when..</title><content type='html'>Remember when I thought my life was over because I almost got kicked out of seminary - I was in a school assembly skit for a dance and I forgot to change a line.&lt;br /&gt;"My name is Arianna, I'm just like Mary Tyler Moore except I don't have a Jewish friend, I'm coming to terms with my small chest and despite my bike accident, I'm still technically a virgin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I had boys over to do homework and they thought it was hilarious that they could jump out and back in through my bedroom window - this also happened to be the same night that my friend DJ was returning my 'boyfriend's' paintball gun so when the neighbors drove by they thought we were being robbed. They called the cops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I was in 3rd grade and me and some friends decided we were cool enough to smoke but not real cigarettes so we emptied out bic ball point pens and lit one end on fire and I came home with a giant burn blister on my lip and i told my Mom I had eaten hot soup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when Kendra and I snuck out of her house to get beef jerky at the gas station and when we came back we tried to sneak in and she told me the door was locked and I was so scared that her dad would catch us that I said the F-word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I stole my brother's bike to ride around the block and when I hit the curb the 'boy bar' hit me in the downstairs and I thought for sure I had started my period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I really did start my period and my Mom called me a Liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when my brother found the key to my dad's work room and we found our Christmas bikes in there so we pulled em out and rode em around the block. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when my first step grandpa got me a web cam for Christmas when I was 14 and Logan told me they only used those to make porn. - he was 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I thought I was my Mom's favorite so when she set the rule of 3.0's or no driver's license I set out to prove I was #1 and when I came home with a 2.98 in the last quarter I had to wait for the new school year and first quarter's grades to finally get mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I would sluff in Kendra's van in the school parking lot all by myself because I hated English that bad. I mastered Solitaire then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when My mom was pregnant with Logan and I asked her&lt;br /&gt;"So he is going to be chinese or what?" &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; - I don't but I do love this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when KarLee's Mom was sick at home so we had to find somewhere else to skip school so I volunteered my house only to pull into the driveway and find my Mom standing there. When she asked what we were doing out of class I told her I was worried about her lawn furniture in the backyard getting ruined by the first snow so we had come to move it into the garage. - she totally bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love remembering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-9002172470190725308?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/9002172470190725308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/04/remember-when.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/9002172470190725308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/9002172470190725308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/04/remember-when.html' title='Remember when..'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-1489838443101618723</id><published>2011-04-16T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T11:12:58.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Graduation.</title><content type='html'>My sweet husband has endured school like a champ and with a smile on his face. (mostly).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; He was attending LDSBC when we were first reunited.&lt;br /&gt;(in case you missed it, we attended high school together) &lt;br /&gt;I take full credit for keeping him awake in most of his classes back then by texting him. - It was better than him sleeping, right?&lt;br /&gt;Since that time he has taken off one semester to marry me and gone full speed ahead the other semesters. He finished his last semester by taking Calculus. -which is now a swear word in our house.&lt;br /&gt;While we were in Hawaii Colb was forced to do homework and take tests online. Can you imagine taking time away from the pool, the beach, and the sun to something so ... C*lculus?&lt;br /&gt;He begged me more than once while we were on vaca to let him drop just this one class. Oh how badly I wanted to say yes. I, however, bit my tongue and refused. I knew he could handle it and that if he wanted it bad enough, he would pass. And pass he did. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Graduation day was big. Real Big. Colby is the first Carter to graduate from College. First.&lt;br /&gt;We were honored to hear Russell M Nelson, a General Authority speak to us and I cried as they called Colby's name. - That might be a secret.&lt;br /&gt;Being married to Colby is incredible. I never imagined that I'd be the wife of someone so dedicated to their schooling and their future family. Colb has zero negative things to say about his school and the experiences he had there, he truly loved almost every second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--zKCgfAfk2Y/TanV0GjdcLI/AAAAAAAAC90/9UlFGHAslJ8/s1600/DSCF0769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--zKCgfAfk2Y/TanV0GjdcLI/AAAAAAAAC90/9UlFGHAslJ8/s400/DSCF0769.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russell M Nelson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i2TGes9Irh8/TanWBdCwqTI/AAAAAAAAC94/BIMGe9mr2-4/s1600/DSCF0767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i2TGes9Irh8/TanWBdCwqTI/AAAAAAAAC94/BIMGe9mr2-4/s400/DSCF0767.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colby and the President of his school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5uWnwt-tUjw/TanWa6Gc7BI/AAAAAAAAC98/VCodq0sm_kE/s1600/DSCF0771.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5uWnwt-tUjw/TanWa6Gc7BI/AAAAAAAAC98/VCodq0sm_kE/s400/DSCF0771.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brock and Holly, Colby's parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-63BDjoXnMvo/TanWsBxkRuI/AAAAAAAAC-A/Lj0XclaiOxY/s1600/DSCF0776.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-63BDjoXnMvo/TanWsBxkRuI/AAAAAAAAC-A/Lj0XclaiOxY/s400/DSCF0776.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Grandma Froerer. I can't get enough of this sweet lady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XP-9mqnDbLI/TanW99EZxdI/AAAAAAAAC-E/DzyreMPK9fc/s1600/DSCF0781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XP-9mqnDbLI/TanW99EZxdI/AAAAAAAAC-E/DzyreMPK9fc/s400/DSCF0781.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch and Chelle, Colb's siblings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVYziSGEAFE/TanXLZQfQ7I/AAAAAAAAC-I/AD0U7-OiD-c/s1600/DSCF0782.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVYziSGEAFE/TanXLZQfQ7I/AAAAAAAAC-I/AD0U7-OiD-c/s400/DSCF0782.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Brother Asay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VfD4Uo9ZMBY/TanXtFT5QrI/AAAAAAAAC-M/a_3mFvOqs4w/s1600/DSCF0785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VfD4Uo9ZMBY/TanXtFT5QrI/AAAAAAAAC-M/a_3mFvOqs4w/s320/DSCF0785.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I was finally able to meet Colby's counselor who he always spoke so highly of, he gave me a big hug and told me what an amazing guy I've got. :)&lt;br /&gt;Bro. Asay truly loved Colby. He always had Colby's best interest at heart and wanted so badly for him to succeed. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; To say he was sad to see Colby moving on would be an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E8geC6Meask/TanafJ-OSVI/AAAAAAAAC-U/G85PY0GbmXc/s1600/DSCF0786.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E8geC6Meask/TanafJ-OSVI/AAAAAAAAC-U/G85PY0GbmXc/s320/DSCF0786.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*not the whole graduation class but a good chunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new adventures that are ahead of us make me super nervous but incredibly excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-1489838443101618723?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1489838443101618723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/04/operation-graduation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/1489838443101618723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/1489838443101618723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/04/operation-graduation.html' title='Operation Graduation.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--zKCgfAfk2Y/TanV0GjdcLI/AAAAAAAAC90/9UlFGHAslJ8/s72-c/DSCF0769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-2059019435114310055</id><published>2011-04-10T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T20:13:00.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>H. another inch</title><content type='html'>A few things that I'm missing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vkJHBJESET0/TaJwi939n7I/AAAAAAAAC84/sSXC1QEYN5k/s1600/DSCF0613.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vkJHBJESET0/TaJwi939n7I/AAAAAAAAC84/sSXC1QEYN5k/s400/DSCF0613.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yADkfII40tk/TaJxE9rigmI/AAAAAAAAC9A/-rqJ1Cw_0S8/s1600/DSCF0759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yADkfII40tk/TaJxE9rigmI/AAAAAAAAC9A/-rqJ1Cw_0S8/s400/DSCF0759.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u2vlNnBZmeU/TaJxRFnJN7I/AAAAAAAAC9E/CDEPoWTO4L8/s1600/lincoln.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QN4tauGVy5Y/TaJwaojoHSI/AAAAAAAAC80/Z3nytcQDpL8/s1600/DSCF0597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QN4tauGVy5Y/TaJwaojoHSI/AAAAAAAAC80/Z3nytcQDpL8/s320/DSCF0597.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-2059019435114310055?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2059019435114310055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/04/h-another-inch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2059019435114310055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2059019435114310055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/04/h-another-inch.html' title='H. another inch'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vkJHBJESET0/TaJwi939n7I/AAAAAAAAC84/sSXC1QEYN5k/s72-c/DSCF0613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-8206501008921906659</id><published>2011-04-07T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T21:46:09.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>H. just an inch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zD_ss9q-Ldo/TZ6MecqdI6I/AAAAAAAAC8I/rWk1G5kzmLo/s1600/beach1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zD_ss9q-Ldo/TZ6MecqdI6I/AAAAAAAAC8I/rWk1G5kzmLo/s400/beach1.jpg" width="266" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's okay to drool. I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is just a sneak peak of what is coming.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not real sure when I'll get 3 more minutes to use however I'd like.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; *my tan is still rockin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't wear makeup for 14 whole days and didn't even unpack my straightener. Talk about a vacation.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-8206501008921906659?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8206501008921906659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/04/h-just-inch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8206501008921906659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8206501008921906659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/04/h-just-inch.html' title='H. just an inch'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zD_ss9q-Ldo/TZ6MecqdI6I/AAAAAAAAC8I/rWk1G5kzmLo/s72-c/beach1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-4612429430784878575</id><published>2011-03-31T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:55:06.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ta ta.</title><content type='html'>currently in hawaii getting a &lt;i&gt;killer&lt;/i&gt; tan.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; lots of pictures coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;4 more days of paradise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-4612429430784878575?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4612429430784878575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/ta-ta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4612429430784878575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/4612429430784878575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/ta-ta.html' title='ta ta.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-2532026702662303400</id><published>2011-03-22T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T11:01:18.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*I'm a survivor.</title><content type='html'>I lasted the three weeks of no leg, arm pit, or bikini line shaving. I'm a champ. We went last night at had it all taken off. It was ... interesting. It wasn't slightly different than I imagined but in a good way. We all laughed and joked and had a really good time.&lt;br /&gt;Kate B does the sugar waxing out of her house, which made it all the more cozy and comfortable. She was HILARIOUS and made it such a good experience. I actually can't wait to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;My new favorite feeling is getting out of the shower with smooth legs and no chance of razor burn. It's quite spectacular.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-2532026702662303400?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2532026702662303400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-survivor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2532026702662303400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2532026702662303400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-survivor.html' title='*I&apos;m a survivor.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-8381503121768510831</id><published>2011-03-18T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T18:15:56.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Knock Knock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;How come the mom cat moved her kittens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because she didn't want to &lt;i&gt;litter&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strawberry laffy taffy &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;made&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; my &lt;i&gt;entire&lt;/i&gt; week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-8381503121768510831?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8381503121768510831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/knock-knock.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8381503121768510831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8381503121768510831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/knock-knock.html' title='*Knock Knock.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-5780836145178186552</id><published>2011-03-15T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T15:05:01.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Mustache March?</title><content type='html'>Mustache March has turned into Molestache and Mammoth March at our house.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Logan has been growing his stache for months and there still isn't much too it. Well, there wasn't, until he used just for men on it. Now, there is a little bit more to it, and it's gross. Pictures coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mammoth March is my own fault and I hope that in taking on this adventure, that I have zero regrets. My sister Abby has made the girls an appointment to get a good ol' waxing before we head to Hawaii. I've never done such a thing and I'm scared to death. I've shaved a good solid 96% of the time since I started shaving. I shave every day. I've missed a day or two while camping and such but I don't miss a day when I'm home, no excuses. I'll be 20 minutes late for work before I skip shaving. You can only imagine how long the last two weeks have been for me. I'm completely grossed out by the amount of hair on my legs but, if I can spend 15 more minutes a day on the beach with the grandkids instead of in the shower shaving, I'm all over it.&lt;br /&gt;Only 5 more days before I can kiss it all goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Colby is okay with all of it but he refuses to talk about it. The only person more grossed out than me? My Mom, I forced her to touch my legs last week and she cringed. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-5780836145178186552?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/5780836145178186552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/mustache-march.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/5780836145178186552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/5780836145178186552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/mustache-march.html' title='*Mustache March?'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-376203961055163384</id><published>2011-03-14T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T21:20:41.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Tooooo small.</title><content type='html'>Colby and I made a big move today. We bought our first fridge. I know, big step. So big that we couldn't fit it in the car. Who would ever have thought a mini fridge wouldn't fit in a subara? Not me. I was shocked to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Hello!"&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Mom, what are you up to?" &lt;br /&gt;"Just watching some T.V."&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like to do me a&lt;i&gt; huge&lt;/i&gt; favor?"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; "Sure."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Take note folks, my mom said yes before she had &lt;i&gt;any&lt;/i&gt; idea what the favor was.&lt;br /&gt;"We bought a fridge at Wal Mart and it won't fit in the car. Would you be able to drive the jeep over to Clinton and grab it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, let me put my shoes on and I'll be right there."&lt;br /&gt;"You Rock Mom."&lt;br /&gt;"I'll see you soon."&lt;br /&gt;{15 minutes go by}&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Colby: "Can you believe all these people that keep driving past and looking at our fridge? It's like they are plotting to steal it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry. We got the fridge home, safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm sooo glad my mom was home for a few reasons. Mostly because I would have been the one staying at Wal Mart, in the dark parking lot, guarding our beloved purchase while Colby went to switch cars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-376203961055163384?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/376203961055163384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/tooooo-small.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/376203961055163384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/376203961055163384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/tooooo-small.html' title='*Tooooo small.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-1505487006327319573</id><published>2011-03-09T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T20:06:09.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Play Date.</title><content type='html'>Lincoln stayed with us over the weekend and the boys were able to get in plenty of play time.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We enjoyed lots of laughs and smiles. We already miss his sweet little voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-c784JY_KFiw/TXhNPp7GnrI/AAAAAAAAC6A/v-T_SMTyfMg/s1600/DSCF0178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-c784JY_KFiw/TXhNPp7GnrI/AAAAAAAAC6A/v-T_SMTyfMg/s320/DSCF0178.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-9JYBWChIRGk/TXhNHSTqmTI/AAAAAAAAC58/LqcC1ikKEZk/s1600/DSCF0188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-9JYBWChIRGk/TXhNHSTqmTI/AAAAAAAAC58/LqcC1ikKEZk/s400/DSCF0188.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RjW7VEoXryM/TXhNXwV4xQI/AAAAAAAAC6E/zYq0KzkfFB8/s1600/DSCF0179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RjW7VEoXryM/TXhNXwV4xQI/AAAAAAAAC6E/zYq0KzkfFB8/s400/DSCF0179.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-1505487006327319573?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1505487006327319573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/play-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/1505487006327319573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/1505487006327319573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/play-date.html' title='*Play Date.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-c784JY_KFiw/TXhNPp7GnrI/AAAAAAAAC6A/v-T_SMTyfMg/s72-c/DSCF0178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-2360345491722257812</id><published>2011-03-09T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T20:00:43.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*New dress!</title><content type='html'>*Summer dress.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I bought a dress for our trip to Hawaii and I was just too anxious to wear it so I pulled it out for church on Sunday. I'm excited to wear it on the beach! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-boIxP1szOfY/TXhMXYBd_aI/AAAAAAAAC54/Sd9v18GOOdQ/s1600/DSCF0185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-boIxP1szOfY/TXhMXYBd_aI/AAAAAAAAC54/Sd9v18GOOdQ/s400/DSCF0185.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-2360345491722257812?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2360345491722257812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-dress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2360345491722257812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2360345491722257812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-dress.html' title='*New dress!'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-boIxP1szOfY/TXhMXYBd_aI/AAAAAAAAC54/Sd9v18GOOdQ/s72-c/DSCF0185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-3814553345296388506</id><published>2011-03-09T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T19:56:00.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Peter Party.</title><content type='html'>*Cousin Peter turned 1!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; We celebrated with blueberry crepes, his favorite! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-y3cCsyRJHJY/TXhKbIKk-hI/AAAAAAAAC5k/JxLjOTdPb6I/s1600/DSCF0166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-y3cCsyRJHJY/TXhKbIKk-hI/AAAAAAAAC5k/JxLjOTdPb6I/s400/DSCF0166.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few of the cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LmfhY0q3UqQ/TXhKjrOQ8BI/AAAAAAAAC5o/SjFoJ8lcqCw/s1600/DSCF0167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LmfhY0q3UqQ/TXhKjrOQ8BI/AAAAAAAAC5o/SjFoJ8lcqCw/s400/DSCF0167.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Hannah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-j60K83W2CR0/TXhK90v1G3I/AAAAAAAAC5s/wsk7LJ-EkLI/s1600/DSCF0171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-j60K83W2CR0/TXhK90v1G3I/AAAAAAAAC5s/wsk7LJ-EkLI/s400/DSCF0171.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Jensen Family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-tEop5I6WT5o/TXhLG5XndzI/AAAAAAAAC5w/oIzQSiXWxLw/s1600/DSCF0172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-tEop5I6WT5o/TXhLG5XndzI/AAAAAAAAC5w/oIzQSiXWxLw/s400/DSCF0172.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandma &amp;amp; Logan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QkYMay7W3io/TXhLP5GgcNI/AAAAAAAAC50/kd-jkVqrzRg/s1600/DSCF0173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QkYMay7W3io/TXhLP5GgcNI/AAAAAAAAC50/kd-jkVqrzRg/s400/DSCF0173.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks for giving us a reason to celebrate P!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-3814553345296388506?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/3814553345296388506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/peter-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/3814553345296388506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/3814553345296388506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/peter-party.html' title='*Peter Party.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-y3cCsyRJHJY/TXhKbIKk-hI/AAAAAAAAC5k/JxLjOTdPb6I/s72-c/DSCF0166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-7009997586713690853</id><published>2011-03-06T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T15:49:47.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Dear Smith's.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; Smith's was recently out of my favorite kind of milk. Strawberry. I've always had a liking for strawberry milk but in the last few months, this liking has turned into a love. I have one EVERYDAY at Smith's. Its how I start my long days.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;After they were out the other day, I paid an extra dollar for name brand. It tasted the same but that dollar could have bought me two.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Colb and I were walking through Winegars this last week. I had just finished a long run and wanted to make cookies. I know I know, who eats junk after they run. I do.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; We had grabbed our cookies and were walking past the milk. It only took one glance before I was in heaven. My milk was on sale. SALE. $.69! I pay $1.29 at Smith's. YES PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; We didn't have a cart so I grabbed what I could. My husband rolled his eyes, laughed out loud, shook his head, and walked ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;As were walking out, he said this ...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "I think we &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt; have over-done it just a little with the milk."&lt;br /&gt;I had no response, just a stare, a glare, and a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-NykC0JaOQ2s/TXQbg6lo0PI/AAAAAAAAC40/rM6MJHB4CBA/s1600/milk+sale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-NykC0JaOQ2s/TXQbg6lo0PI/AAAAAAAAC40/rM6MJHB4CBA/s400/milk+sale.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He took it back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Smith's, from now on I will be purchasing my milk elsewhere. I will however, continue to buy kroger brand items from you, sometimes the ten percent off is just worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-7009997586713690853?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/7009997586713690853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-smiths.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/7009997586713690853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/7009997586713690853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-smiths.html' title='*Dear Smith&apos;s.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-NykC0JaOQ2s/TXQbg6lo0PI/AAAAAAAAC40/rM6MJHB4CBA/s72-c/milk+sale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-8549640703365266350</id><published>2011-03-01T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T19:44:15.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Lunch date</title><content type='html'>I had the chance to get together with one of my dearest friends today for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Kara. I was also able to&lt;i&gt; finally&lt;/i&gt; meet her little one Kadynce. - Cutest. thing. ever.&lt;br /&gt;It was fantastic to get together with her and to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure why we let life control us when there are so many amazing people that we could be making time for.&lt;br /&gt;I look up to Kara so much. She's an incredible wife and amazing mother. You can see in her eyes and hear in her voice just how much she loves her little family. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I'm anxiously awaiting our next 'date' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mw8dRynh4P0/TW27E8fBIHI/AAAAAAAAC4w/G2W2T_7DWzM/s1600/cafe+rio+w+kara.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mw8dRynh4P0/TW27E8fBIHI/AAAAAAAAC4w/G2W2T_7DWzM/s400/cafe+rio+w+kara.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*Forgot the camera, clearly. Good thing I still carry my phone.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-8549640703365266350?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8549640703365266350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/lunch-date.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8549640703365266350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8549640703365266350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/lunch-date.html' title='*Lunch date'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mw8dRynh4P0/TW27E8fBIHI/AAAAAAAAC4w/G2W2T_7DWzM/s72-c/cafe+rio+w+kara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-2509920046840908558</id><published>2011-03-01T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T19:34:19.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jjnzue6mz4w/TW1Fns2fktI/AAAAAAAAC4o/KINtMs-7ZYQ/s1600/DSCF0043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jjnzue6mz4w/TW1Fns2fktI/AAAAAAAAC4o/KINtMs-7ZYQ/s400/DSCF0043.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*My most recent craft project. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I wish I had more time and a lot more talent to come up with stuff like this. Super easy, incredibly basic, but pretty cute once it's finished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-2509920046840908558?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2509920046840908558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/utah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2509920046840908558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2509920046840908558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/utah.html' title='Utah.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jjnzue6mz4w/TW1Fns2fktI/AAAAAAAAC4o/KINtMs-7ZYQ/s72-c/DSCF0043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-5165969946305760268</id><published>2011-03-01T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T11:12:00.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Packed.</title><content type='html'>Hurry Quick, ask me if I'm ready for a 12 days in Hawaii!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; YES PLEASE!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-M2rFhfiq3cw/TW1EyXgeK4I/AAAAAAAAC4k/TwKtrumk4pc/s1600/snorkel2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-M2rFhfiq3cw/TW1EyXgeK4I/AAAAAAAAC4k/TwKtrumk4pc/s400/snorkel2.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-5165969946305760268?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/5165969946305760268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/packed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/5165969946305760268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/5165969946305760268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/packed.html' title='*Packed.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-M2rFhfiq3cw/TW1EyXgeK4I/AAAAAAAAC4k/TwKtrumk4pc/s72-c/snorkel2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-2115548509784381961</id><published>2011-03-01T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T11:09:52.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*THE milk.</title><content type='html'>A day that starts like this rarely ends well. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Fresh out of strawberry milk.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My text to Colby went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;"Babe, Smith's is all out of strawberry milk, what the hell am I supposed to do.?&lt;br /&gt;"Calm down, YOU probably bought it all."&lt;br /&gt;"Ha, ya funny. Real funny."&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where this addiction came from but it's not going anywhere. I eventually found a brand name and paid a whole dollar more for it. Worth every penny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xlqirH22elQ/TW1D07yO_iI/AAAAAAAAC4M/9ydtFZEzup0/s1600/straw+milk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xlqirH22elQ/TW1D07yO_iI/AAAAAAAAC4M/9ydtFZEzup0/s400/straw+milk.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-2115548509784381961?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2115548509784381961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/milk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2115548509784381961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2115548509784381961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/03/milk.html' title='*THE milk.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xlqirH22elQ/TW1D07yO_iI/AAAAAAAAC4M/9ydtFZEzup0/s72-c/straw+milk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-2478676993728381867</id><published>2011-02-25T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T21:53:43.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sibling Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EJG1qgr2gE0/TWiS3_JY20I/AAAAAAAAC2w/m9FTLq2JZyM/s1600/hawaii+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EJG1qgr2gE0/TWiS3_JY20I/AAAAAAAAC2w/m9FTLq2JZyM/s400/hawaii+003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often find myself being grateful for the opportunities that we've been given since living in 'the basement'. We're able to get our finances in order and move significantly forward in getting out of debt. We've been called to serve in our ward and can't get enough of our callings.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; The most recent though, is our relationship with my little brother Logan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're grateful to be here for us but right now, we're not here for us. We're here for Logan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-2478676993728381867?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2478676993728381867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/02/sibling-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2478676993728381867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/2478676993728381867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/02/sibling-love.html' title='*Sibling Love.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EJG1qgr2gE0/TWiS3_JY20I/AAAAAAAAC2w/m9FTLq2JZyM/s72-c/hawaii+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-6040148831989144092</id><published>2011-02-23T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T20:40:17.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*libby's blog. Libby's words.</title><content type='html'>B. "I've already set quite a bit of money aside for the grand opening of the pharmacy."&lt;br /&gt;L. "How much does a &lt;u&gt;giant &lt;/u&gt;pair of scissors &lt;i&gt;cost&lt;/i&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I'm a &lt;i&gt;liiiiiittle&lt;/i&gt; slow sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-6040148831989144092?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6040148831989144092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/02/libbys-blog-libbys-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/6040148831989144092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/6040148831989144092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/02/libbys-blog-libbys-words.html' title='*libby&apos;s blog. Libby&apos;s words.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-1647928623302661619</id><published>2011-02-19T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T23:03:02.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Super Skyler.</title><content type='html'>My good friend Kristin introduced to me &lt;a href="http://crystalandskyler.blogspot.com/"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt; several months ago and I've fallen in love with this sweet family. When I first heard Skyler's name he was a normal little boy enjoying the sun in Bear Lake. Things took quite the turn less than a month later. Kristin told me about Crystal losing her husband about 15 months before Skyler's diagnoses and my heart broke for her. Her courage is incredible. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I hope his story touches your heart like it does mine.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Check &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9cL6I-eZPGk"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hoping to put together a 5k for Skyler this summer. Cross your fingers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-1647928623302661619?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1647928623302661619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/02/super-skyler.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/1647928623302661619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/1647928623302661619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/02/super-skyler.html' title='*Super Skyler.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-5312403082210038882</id><published>2011-02-19T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T22:46:05.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T-5 weeks.</title><content type='html'>This tan is &lt;i&gt;screaming&lt;/i&gt; my name. It also makes me want to go dark, think my hair will hate me? More than it already does I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tupa30y-O6k/TWC3LX7VVjI/AAAAAAAAC2k/0Aouavh8tnQ/s1600/tan+and+linc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tupa30y-O6k/TWC3LX7VVjI/AAAAAAAAC2k/0Aouavh8tnQ/s400/tan+and+linc.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than 5 weeks and I'll be sitting by the pool, drinking expensive drinks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My cute Mom has started saving, &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; for the drinks served by the pool.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think that means she's been before. At least once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VknEmKsPwPY/TWC4DmONg6I/AAAAAAAAC2o/yAO7AP8LS4g/s1600/hawaii+5+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VknEmKsPwPY/TWC4DmONg6I/AAAAAAAAC2o/yAO7AP8LS4g/s400/hawaii+5+008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My favorite thing about the above picture, my swollen forehead. When I refuse to wear sunscreen, the sun hits, hard. Think it looks big? Double click on it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Big. Huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-5312403082210038882?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/5312403082210038882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/02/t-5-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/5312403082210038882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/5312403082210038882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/02/t-5-weeks.html' title='T-5 weeks.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tupa30y-O6k/TWC3LX7VVjI/AAAAAAAAC2k/0Aouavh8tnQ/s72-c/tan+and+linc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-3094645533800602426</id><published>2011-02-15T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T20:42:35.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*That day.</title><content type='html'>I've recently found that if I have to be up for anything earlier than noon, I don't sleep well. I'm so nervous about missing my alarm, that I never really get into that deep sleep that lets my body rest and recuperate. Today was one of those days, the next four are just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I stayed up too late, woke up too early, pulled my hair into a pony because I only wash my hair every other day so it will grow and today was a gross day 2, drove to work in farmington for two hours of work, pulled into the parking lot just as the gas light turned on leading me to realize my wallet was on the counter. at home. wrote a check for $22.06 so I could get cash back for gas. drove home. grabbed my wallet and headed to the dr. I love myself a yearly girl dr visit. not. waited for a full half hour in the waiting room. finally my turn. the nurse who took my weight and bp can't write in my chart without talking out loud. she still writes 2010. I put on the lovely gown and wait ten more minutes. Dr comes in, tells me he's been paged to the hospital and he'll be back in 4o minutes. I can wait if I want. I decide to leave. with my antibiotic. I refused to make another appointment. I cried as soon I got into the car. text Colby. he calls in a panic. I try to explain how much I hate going to the dr. he promises I don't have to go back to that one. I cry all the way to roy. fill my rx. go help abby at cub scouts. drive home with the radio up and a mix I made for colb 2 years ago in the cd player. I smiled big. rethink my day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; pulled in the driveway. glanced in the mirror. was reminded of my favorite valentines day present. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;laughed out loud. Of course my day was crumb. most of it. I haven't taken the opportunity to be grateful for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Silly Libby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sJJCGk2oQfE/TVsz5s8RKEI/AAAAAAAAC1s/qgftk9NcsLI/s1600/vday+earrings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sJJCGk2oQfE/TVsz5s8RKEI/AAAAAAAAC1s/qgftk9NcsLI/s400/vday+earrings.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-3094645533800602426?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/3094645533800602426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/02/that-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/3094645533800602426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/3094645533800602426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/02/that-day.html' title='*That day.'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sJJCGk2oQfE/TVsz5s8RKEI/AAAAAAAAC1s/qgftk9NcsLI/s72-c/vday+earrings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185779242098202183.post-8901406662851741456</id><published>2011-02-14T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T11:25:25.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Vacation?</title><content type='html'>We enjoyed a delicious Sunday dinner with family yesterday. As the food on our plates started to clear, talk or our Hawaii vacation came up. Quickly the table was cleared and the laptop was brought out. We were checking flights and making arrangements. I'll be leaving a few days before Colb and staying a few days longer. He would come with me and stay except it's right in the middle (more towards the end) of his last semester.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Last semester = Calculus. I don't blame him, I would have put it off til the end as well.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; As we talked about when I could/would/should come home, I shot Colby my best, 'please let me stay as long as I can look.' He bought it and our conversation went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "I don't care how long you stay, I just need to get back to school."&lt;br /&gt;"You don't care at all? You won't be mad?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mad? No. Jealous? Yes."&lt;br /&gt;"So if I can stay as long as I want maybe you could just buy a plane ticket whenever you can afford it and you can come visit me. Maybe like ... Next Summer?"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; "Sure babe, I'll see you next summer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z6yqwwMV45c/TVl5Amwp1gI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/rX4IOhUHjY0/s1600/more+hawaii+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z6yqwwMV45c/TVl5Amwp1gI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/rX4IOhUHjY0/s320/more+hawaii+007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R2bInUJVVXc/TVl5b9Ocf7I/AAAAAAAAC1c/aPsuQ5hGRAM/s1600/more+hawaii+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R2bInUJVVXc/TVl5b9Ocf7I/AAAAAAAAC1c/aPsuQ5hGRAM/s400/more+hawaii+019.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7sqawiHTWtQ/TVl_4cucy6I/AAAAAAAAC1g/CkT3VO8YbnU/s1600/hawaii+4+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7sqawiHTWtQ/TVl_4cucy6I/AAAAAAAAC1g/CkT3VO8YbnU/s400/hawaii+4+026.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TMqp5chfPAs/TVmABgyTQEI/AAAAAAAAC1k/H7IbA8Ippak/s1600/hawaii+5+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TMqp5chfPAs/TVmABgyTQEI/AAAAAAAAC1k/H7IbA8Ippak/s400/hawaii+5+008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oaDyf9JmWQo/TVmALekCaJI/AAAAAAAAC1o/pyQLEe9VBNI/s1600/hawaii+6+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oaDyf9JmWQo/TVmALekCaJI/AAAAAAAAC1o/pyQLEe9VBNI/s400/hawaii+6+025.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Take me back to sea glass beach, to the hot dog place, to the beach, to the pool, the the expensive drinks, to the coca-cola, to the grandkids, to the sun, take me back to that killer tan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; If only I could explain how anxious and excited I am to be counting down the days to our amazing WHOLE family vacation in Hawaii.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There are no words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185779242098202183-8901406662851741456?l=libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8901406662851741456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/02/vacation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8901406662851741456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185779242098202183/posts/default/8901406662851741456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libbyisonthelabel.blogspot.com/2011/02/vacation.html' title='*Vacation?'/><author><name>Libby Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00299127831896863840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SO5p7sSYs08/TxYDEAjhfRI/AAAAAAAADMo/V1NZ6lUBKKw/s220/Hawaii%2B2011%2B-%2B087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z6yqwwMV45c/TVl5Amwp1gI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/rX4IOhUHjY0/s72-c/more+hawaii+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
