<?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-1986956464957787459</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:46:15.252-07:00</updated><category term='spot'/><category term='thought'/><title type='text'>Random Spots and Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>The images and ideas that make my life more interesting</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-2349784911687850984</id><published>2008-02-27T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:28:21.696-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Random Thought #19</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have one of those days where you're pretty sure you could fall asleep at the dinner tab&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;, that's how tired you are?  I have those days quite often.  Pure exhaustion leading to near passing out around 6pm or 7pm.  But here's the real baffling part of that feeling.  10 out of 10 times I'm just too busy and have too many kids to really go to bed at dinner time, so I stay up and do my stuff.  Then, when the blessed bed time hour of 11pm comes around--guess who's gotten her second wind??  What's with that?  Why can't I get my second wind at 7 when I still have to function, and then pass out from the days hard work at 11?  Huh?  Oh well, '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; life I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-2349784911687850984?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/2349784911687850984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=2349784911687850984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/2349784911687850984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/2349784911687850984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2008/02/random-thought-19.html' title='Random Thought #19'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-5429444452724276360</id><published>2008-02-19T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:26:16.260-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spot'/><title type='text'>Random Spot #21</title><content type='html'>We drove by this patriotic display on a windy road up a big mountain in Arizona. Jerome is the ghost towns name, supporting Hillary is their game. Love all the "double-D" meanings in this one!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168929347650522962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/R7u52wPND1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/T7WPVVSAupA/s400/IMG_0913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-5429444452724276360?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/5429444452724276360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=5429444452724276360' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/5429444452724276360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/5429444452724276360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2008/02/random-spot-21.html' title='Random Spot #21'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/R7u52wPND1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/T7WPVVSAupA/s72-c/IMG_0913.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-7633847622715244875</id><published>2008-02-05T10:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T10:54:09.729-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spot'/><title type='text'>Random Spot #20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/R6iqHsMXo0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/QZ7hR3eWU30/s1600-h/IMG_0731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163564021879120706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/R6iqHsMXo0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/QZ7hR3eWU30/s400/IMG_0731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just mostly love this company's slogan. "Call us, we'll hook you up" I love puns and word play, and this marketing director is playing with the big dogs--maybe even the bulldog!  But who knows, maybe if you call, they'll hook you up with a new car, since yours is obviously a little under the weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-7633847622715244875?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/7633847622715244875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=7633847622715244875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/7633847622715244875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/7633847622715244875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2008/02/random-spot-20.html' title='Random Spot #20'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/R6iqHsMXo0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/QZ7hR3eWU30/s72-c/IMG_0731.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-252742598417152380</id><published>2008-01-31T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T14:23:32.761-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Random Thought #18</title><content type='html'>I have a love/hate relationship with surprises. I love to get surprises. I love to be surprised. I love to give surprises. I love the thrill of surprises. I love the suspense of surprises. I love the effect of surprises. I mostly just plain ol' love surprises. But, I hate having to keep surprises. I hate being trusted with surprises. I hate the fear of spoiling surprises. I hate the wait until the surprise. But still, I mostly just plain ol' love surprises. So this may or may not be an attempt to acknowledge that I am harboring a surprise that I simply can't spoil (and no, it's not a pregnant surprise), and hopefully my love for surprises will conquer any hate there may be. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-252742598417152380?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/252742598417152380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=252742598417152380' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/252742598417152380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/252742598417152380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-thought-17_31.html' title='Random Thought #18'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-4545557034372899887</id><published>2008-01-28T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T14:07:54.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spot'/><title type='text'>Random Spot #19</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/R55gM8MXozI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AiDdvsLb4WA/s1600-h/IMG_0708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160667998445871922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/R55gM8MXozI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AiDdvsLb4WA/s400/IMG_0708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ream's pulled through for me again. First, they had the player organ sitting out in the middle of the floor (refer to random spot #12), and now they have a nice stock of shoes. But as you can see, they do not have just any shoes--they have amazing wicker, leather-print, platform shoes. And yes, right in the background are some Frosted Shredded Wheat cereal boxes and plenty of Dole pineapple cans. I naturally would have boughten this $6 shoe along with my $3 bag of chips, but they just didn't have my size!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-4545557034372899887?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/4545557034372899887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=4545557034372899887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/4545557034372899887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/4545557034372899887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2008/01/radnom-spot-19.html' title='Random Spot #19'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/R55gM8MXozI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AiDdvsLb4WA/s72-c/IMG_0708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-1849994431293444107</id><published>2008-01-20T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T20:15:54.463-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Random Thought #17</title><content type='html'>Regrettably we got into some bad sleeping habits this weekend with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Viana&lt;/span&gt;.  It took one night of staying up too late to watch a movie to destroy our happy routine.  One night.  Now, as we try and dig ourselves out of that hole it is taking many, many nights and a lot of work.  I've noticed this same pattern with many of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Viana's&lt;/span&gt; developments.  One moment to form a bad habit, many, many moments to form a good one.  The same will apply to any of our lives as well.  It's so easy to fall out of the good, and so hard to get back in. &lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me tonight that this represents the two plans we had to choose from in the council in Heaven.  Our Savior's plan would give us agency, and with that consequences.  If we were diligent and obedient, and once again worked hard and labored with all our might, then we could continue on the path of righteousness. In addition, Christ would atone for our sins, so when we were willing to work hard, put in some good labor and sweat, we could return to the good should we make mistakes.  With Satan's plan, where no one would be lost and all glory would be his, it would seem as though no one would have to work, or worry, or try hard, or be diligent, or endure.  Simple. &lt;br /&gt;With the gospel in our life today we have to work hard, for many, many days to progress towards eternal life.  Yet I find that sinning is easy and very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt;, just as Satan would have it be. &lt;br /&gt;Is the hard work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;worth&lt;/span&gt; it?  Of course.  And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; if we do succumb to that one moment?  May I testify that I am thankful for our Savior who loves each and everyone of us and who has provided as way for us to repent, change, and keep forming good habits...even if they're as simple as healthy sleeping patterns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-1849994431293444107?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/1849994431293444107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=1849994431293444107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/1849994431293444107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/1849994431293444107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-thought-17_20.html' title='Random Thought #17'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-9066435010040459287</id><published>2008-01-14T15:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T15:28:47.930-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spot'/><title type='text'>Random Spot #18</title><content type='html'>This place is somewhere between Utah and Colorado. We passed it on our drive out there for my 25th birthday. How cool would you feel if you lived here?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155478162103376178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/R4vwEtN0mTI/AAAAAAAAADg/4ayplKbUku8/s400/P1010452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-9066435010040459287?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/9066435010040459287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=9066435010040459287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/9066435010040459287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/9066435010040459287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-spot-18.html' title='Random Spot #18'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/R4vwEtN0mTI/AAAAAAAAADg/4ayplKbUku8/s72-c/P1010452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-7421834669662788811</id><published>2008-01-09T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T11:13:54.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Random Thought #16</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Viana&lt;/span&gt; is 2, and that means many, many things. But the one thing we're focused on right now is potty training. Back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt; she got on this kick where she thought she needed to be potty trained. I just was not ready to invest the time and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;energy&lt;/span&gt; into yet. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; she tried to take her diaper off and go in the big girl potty, I'd just say that I wasn't ready for that yet and tell her to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt; until January. Well, we got really excited about our January prospects, and got so pumped for no more diapers when Grandma's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt; was all done (i.e. when we came home from Christmas break, we would make the transition). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Viana&lt;/span&gt; was excited, I was excited. But of course, then the croup hit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Viana&lt;/span&gt; the day before we came back, and you can not train a sick child. So then we changed our tune to, "when you're all done being sick, then no more diapers!" This postponement only made me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Viana&lt;/span&gt; more excited and ready. Well, today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Viana&lt;/span&gt; is all done being sick, and here we go. It's been 3 hours and we already have two wet pair of panties. My excitement and energy are dwindling...but hey, we've all been potty trained at some point, so it's gotta work eventually!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-7421834669662788811?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/7421834669662788811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=7421834669662788811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/7421834669662788811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/7421834669662788811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-thought-17.html' title='Random Thought #16'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-8972521627600092384</id><published>2008-01-07T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T14:27:07.995-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spot'/><title type='text'>Random Spot #17</title><content type='html'>This isn't random, becasue it's in a pet store, but still, it's ptretty funny to see a doggy clean-up station inside anywhere!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152864592899381538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/R4KnC9N0mSI/AAAAAAAAADY/9Urf5g06Mi8/s400/IMG_0387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-8972521627600092384?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/8972521627600092384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=8972521627600092384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/8972521627600092384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/8972521627600092384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-spot-16.html' title='Random Spot #17'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/R4KnC9N0mSI/AAAAAAAAADY/9Urf5g06Mi8/s72-c/IMG_0387.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-2692553298211983540</id><published>2007-12-17T13:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T13:23:09.103-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spot'/><title type='text'>Random Spot #16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Christmas. Even Salt Lake City loves Christmas. I thought this was a splendid Christmas gift from the city to the people!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145055457591990546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/R2bordN0mRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XUV5e6aWI4g/s400/IMG_0537.jpg" border="0" /&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/1986956464957787459-2692553298211983540?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/2692553298211983540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=2692553298211983540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/2692553298211983540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/2692553298211983540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/12/random-spot-16.html' title='Random Spot #16'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/R2bordN0mRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XUV5e6aWI4g/s72-c/IMG_0537.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-2487763015706479302</id><published>2007-12-14T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T13:50:45.283-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Random Thought #15</title><content type='html'>I don't know &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; to think anymore! Eric told me the other day that our apartment is no more up at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DT&lt;/span&gt;. I've been having emotional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;detachment&lt;/span&gt; problems as it is, so I decided that I don't even want to see it, and I'll just remember it the way it always was. But now I'm having nightmares every night about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DT&lt;/span&gt;! There these emotional dreams all about my apartment and how I can't leave it, and I love it just the way it is. Should I just go see the destruction? Will that get me over my dreams? If we were still there would I be in utter bliss? Or would I just complain about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cramped&lt;/span&gt; space, lack of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kitchen&lt;/span&gt; and toy room, and major earthquake hazard that it is? Who gets so attached to a building anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-2487763015706479302?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/2487763015706479302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=2487763015706479302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/2487763015706479302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/2487763015706479302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/12/random-thought-15.html' title='Random Thought #15'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-2666370416979678603</id><published>2007-12-09T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T22:06:30.385-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spot'/><title type='text'>Random Spot #15</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/R1zWWapudmI/AAAAAAAAADA/G8jlJ7_8mhA/s1600-h/IMG_0389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142220555150063202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/R1zWWapudmI/AAAAAAAAADA/G8jlJ7_8mhA/s400/IMG_0389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The important part of this picture is the little red box you see sticking out from behind that cement column.  The funny part of this picture is the Bed, Bath and Beyond in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;background&lt;/span&gt;.  The little red box is a kitty litter box--not only a litter box, but one that was recently frequented.  Although some may argue it comes from the "Bath" portion of the aforementioned store, I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thinkin&lt;/span&gt;' it's most likely from the "Beyond" part.  Perhaps we are aiming for an America with not only an outhouse and Starbucks on every corner, but also a home away from home for your traveling cat.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-2666370416979678603?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/2666370416979678603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=2666370416979678603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/2666370416979678603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/2666370416979678603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/12/random-spot-15.html' title='Random Spot #15'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/R1zWWapudmI/AAAAAAAAADA/G8jlJ7_8mhA/s72-c/IMG_0389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-1779204688230986551</id><published>2007-12-08T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T15:37:52.613-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Random Thought #14</title><content type='html'>What about egg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nog&lt;/span&gt;?  I think it's a fine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;holiday&lt;/span&gt; beverage--but in moderation.  In fact, I've been taking a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;miniature&lt;/span&gt; poll lately, and everyone I've talked to seems to either despise egg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nog&lt;/span&gt;, or can only have bits of it.  So what is it about egg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nog&lt;/span&gt; that screams Christmas?  Is it just one of those fruit cake kind of traditions that no one can let go of?  I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;perhaps&lt;/span&gt; that it's best drunk in moderation as well as sold in the stores throughout the year in moderation.  Either way, it stills brings me happy holiday cheer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-1779204688230986551?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/1779204688230986551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=1779204688230986551' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/1779204688230986551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/1779204688230986551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/12/random-thought-14.html' title='Random Thought #14'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-1063378611359558125</id><published>2007-12-01T21:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T21:39:24.593-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spot'/><title type='text'>Random Spot #14</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139245109181576770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/R1JEMqpudkI/AAAAAAAAACw/hu0rlVNdsAQ/s400/IMG_0358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the original grinding stone from the Prov Saw and Grist Mill.  It's random becasue it is in the middle of the sidewalk that goes down Bulldog Rd. right in front of L&amp;amp;L and Dominoe's.  What's even funnier is that if you'll notice on the description plaque, the actual location for the mill isn't this location.  Why not put this stone there?  I'm sure plenty of people always wonder what on earth this spot is all about.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139245113476544082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/R1JEM6pudlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Izrjw1F-qWQ/s400/IMG_0359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-1063378611359558125?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/1063378611359558125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=1063378611359558125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/1063378611359558125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/1063378611359558125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/12/random-spot-14.html' title='Random Spot #14'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/R1JEMqpudkI/AAAAAAAAACw/hu0rlVNdsAQ/s72-c/IMG_0358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-674583176396787815</id><published>2007-11-30T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T13:58:16.027-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Random Thought #13</title><content type='html'>I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Viana&lt;/span&gt; is adorable, and the way that her brain operates amazes me. I just asked her who she wanted to invite to her birthday party next Friday. This is the list (in order) that she recited to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt;Lucy &lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt;Lori &lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;Wes &lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt;Blaine &lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt;Benjamin &lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt;Vicky &lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt;Paul &lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Viana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt;Daddy &lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt;Baby Brooke &lt;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt;Momma &lt;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt;Belly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Button&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt;Face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.&lt;/strong&gt;Nose &lt;strong&gt;15.&lt;/strong&gt;Krista &lt;strong&gt;16.&lt;/strong&gt;Avery &lt;strong&gt;17.&lt;/strong&gt;Russ &lt;strong&gt;18.&lt;/strong&gt;Christmas &lt;strong&gt;19.&lt;/strong&gt;Jamie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.&lt;/strong&gt;LaDon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;21.&lt;/strong&gt;Baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;22.&lt;/strong&gt;Couch &lt;strong&gt;23.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24.&lt;/strong&gt;Meemaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25.&lt;/strong&gt;Summer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26&lt;/strong&gt;.Grandbill&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;27.&lt;/strong&gt;Joseph &lt;strong&gt;28.&lt;/strong&gt;Taylor &lt;strong&gt;29.&lt;/strong&gt;Anne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be offended if your name isn't on the list. I have ultimate invite power. But if anyone knows how to get in contact with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt; so we can invite him, or if you know how to properly invite a couch or a belly button to a part&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;, please let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-674583176396787815?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/674583176396787815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=674583176396787815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/674583176396787815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/674583176396787815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-thought-13_30.html' title='Random Thought #13'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-8915173147471182699</id><published>2007-11-27T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T21:18:47.728-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spot'/><title type='text'>Random Spot #13</title><content type='html'>This business on Freedom in Provo cracks me up! Buffo's Termite and Pest Control. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137756189821304354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/R0z6CJzc_iI/AAAAAAAAACg/E9LemszMdqw/s400/IMG_0343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Two things to note here. First of all, don't you love the graphic design? What a great little pest control guy and what an even greater dead bug! Hilarious! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137756207001173554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/R0z6DJzc_jI/AAAAAAAAACo/eAeKYK6aozg/s400/IMG_0344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Secondly, I love that Buffo recognized the true potential of his name. With a name like Buffo you've gotta start a pest control business. Can you imagin Buffo and DeVry, attorneys at law? Or how 'bout a dentist appointment with Dr. Buffo? Me either. But Buffo's Terminte and Pest Control, now that is both comfortable and fitting. Go ahead, say it outloud, it will roll of your tongue with ease. Go ahead, try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-8915173147471182699?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/8915173147471182699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=8915173147471182699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/8915173147471182699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/8915173147471182699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-spot-13.html' title='Random Spot #13'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/R0z6CJzc_iI/AAAAAAAAACg/E9LemszMdqw/s72-c/IMG_0343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-6576030487816321528</id><published>2007-11-20T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:05:25.890-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spot'/><title type='text'>Random Spot #12</title><content type='html'>It's not every day that you can walk into your local grocery store (that's right, Ream's isn't just a place for eggs and butter) and see a player organ, or two.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135058175887113026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/R0NkNEq3e0I/AAAAAAAAACY/Z3HJo6BNBPY/s400/IMG_0315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-6576030487816321528?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/6576030487816321528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=6576030487816321528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/6576030487816321528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/6576030487816321528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-spot-12.html' title='Random Spot #12'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/R0NkNEq3e0I/AAAAAAAAACY/Z3HJo6BNBPY/s72-c/IMG_0315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-5453530333515024890</id><published>2007-11-19T08:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T08:21:56.299-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Random Thought #12</title><content type='html'>Here's what I'm thinking. In my 4 years as a college student, I went home for thanksgiving twice on the Saturday before that magical feasting day. That means I missed out on two days of classes. That means 50% of the time I ditched that Monday and Tuesday prior to Thanksgiving. And, I can guarantee I was not in a s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mall&lt;/span&gt; minority of students who did that. And, since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; has Friday instruction on Tuesday, and probably 78% of students have less or no class on Friday, then there is really only 1 day of real class this week. But, what teacher likes to put in a lot of effort into a lesson, knowing that a good chunk of students will be gone anyway?? And, if there was no class this week, that would give students 9 days of travel, which means a lot more students could and would go home. And aren't we all about promoting healthy families? So, I propose that from now on, university holiday is ALL WEEK!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-5453530333515024890?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/5453530333515024890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=5453530333515024890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/5453530333515024890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/5453530333515024890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-thought-13.html' title='Random Thought #12'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-883737782684155887</id><published>2007-11-16T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T15:24:42.992-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spot'/><title type='text'>Random Spot #11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/Rz4l5Eq3ezI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bbr0lDmjhMY/s1600-h/IMG_0224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133582287685253938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/Rz4l5Eq3ezI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bbr0lDmjhMY/s400/IMG_0224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the sign that signifies to me "Turn here to get to Eric's school." You may think it would be easily confused with the hundreds of gas stations on corners. But how many gas stations can you yell out, "POP! TREATS! WORMS!" to as you pass it? I just love small Utah towns!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-883737782684155887?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/883737782684155887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=883737782684155887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/883737782684155887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/883737782684155887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-spot-10_16.html' title='Random Spot #11'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/Rz4l5Eq3ezI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bbr0lDmjhMY/s72-c/IMG_0224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-8836559652483995915</id><published>2007-11-14T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T14:16:35.098-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spot'/><title type='text'>Random Spot #10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/Rztza8iBZRI/AAAAAAAAACI/-4zZj5kK8hk/s1600-h/IMG_0223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132823107081430290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/Rztza8iBZRI/AAAAAAAAACI/-4zZj5kK8hk/s400/IMG_0223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harris Hearing Aid Shop on Center, I think this is an interesting spot. I would never imagine putting in 3 huge stuffed bears in the display window of my hearing aid shop, but hey, when business gets tough, the tough...go hunting??  I think it's even more interesting that the bears aren't even faced out toward the sidewalk.  I should go into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;store&lt;/span&gt; and see what their purpose is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-8836559652483995915?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/8836559652483995915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=8836559652483995915' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/8836559652483995915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/8836559652483995915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-spot-10.html' title='Random Spot #10'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/Rztza8iBZRI/AAAAAAAAACI/-4zZj5kK8hk/s72-c/IMG_0223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-132032570401239235</id><published>2007-11-12T11:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T11:06:59.511-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Random Thought #11</title><content type='html'>I never believe the age recommendations on toys. Sure it may say 3+, but my daughter is special and brilliant. She'll have a ball with this toy. But you know what? Any toy I've ever gotten her that was "too advanced for her" was most enjoyed by her once she became the recommended age. And the toys we have that are still above her age level she can't handle yet. For example, we have this sweet little pop-up tent house that is for 3+. But really now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Viana&lt;/span&gt; could figure out how to sit inside a little house, right? But sure enough, she gets really frustrated with it, and always freaks out, and we have to put it away within minutes of getting it out. Gospel Principle? Of course. I am thinking most heavily about dating, but it can apply to many stages and advancements in our life. When the prophets counsel to not date until 16, and not steady date until post-mission/ready for marriage, they KNOW what they are talking about. No matter how special or brilliant one may think he or she is, the age recommendation is still accurate and applies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-132032570401239235?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/132032570401239235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=132032570401239235' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/132032570401239235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/132032570401239235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-thought-11.html' title='Random Thought #11'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-515570141072265004</id><published>2007-11-10T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T17:09:36.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Random Thought #10</title><content type='html'>I love football.  Oh man I love football.  If I could, I would wake up at 6am on Saturdays, start with some good college gameday excitement, and watch games non-stop until midnight.  I would pick the good games, the ones with a lot at risk.  I LOVE top 25 upsets (as long as it's not one of teams).  I hate thrid down conversions (unless they're from my team).  I LOVE safetys...no matter what team gets it!  I LOVE sacs+penalties for a 4th and 32.  I hate having to say to Viana, "No, we're not going to watch Ariel, we're watching the football game."  But then I love it when she says, "Uh-oh football game!" to every tackle.  Oh man, okay, this must end, beacsue Florida is rockin' South Carolina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-515570141072265004?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/515570141072265004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=515570141072265004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/515570141072265004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/515570141072265004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-thought-10.html' title='Random Thought #10'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-2783381638948110657</id><published>2007-11-09T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T21:47:18.908-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spot'/><title type='text'>Random Spot #9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/RzVFkFI8AXI/AAAAAAAAACA/Go9kfww6IyY/s1600-h/IMG_0184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131083836615819634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/RzVFkFI8AXI/AAAAAAAAACA/Go9kfww6IyY/s400/IMG_0184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;First off, I'm not sure if Dariy Queen &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;hiring, or if they still &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; hiring. Either way, does this mean that they were looking for the most recent insane asylum escapees? Or perhaps are they on the market for the world's best looking chef, they just ran out of the right letters? Or maybe, someone went a little crazy with the Hot Cocoa, and even then, is Cocoa really that good of an employee to say "&lt;strong&gt;we're&lt;/strong&gt; hiring?" Or did they learn that none of those options would really be hot eats, or cool treats, so that is why they "&lt;strong&gt;were&lt;/strong&gt; hiring?" Good old Dairy Queen on Canyon, keepin' us on our toes, they treat us right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-2783381638948110657?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/2783381638948110657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=2783381638948110657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/2783381638948110657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/2783381638948110657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-spot-9.html' title='Random Spot #9'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/RzVFkFI8AXI/AAAAAAAAACA/Go9kfww6IyY/s72-c/IMG_0184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-4272892450924932604</id><published>2007-11-09T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T13:55:05.461-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Random Thought #9</title><content type='html'>The other night when I was sitting on the couch in Viana's dark bedroom waiting for her to fall asleep in her bed (she'll have it no other way, well, unless you're just holding her, which is the obvious preference in her mind, but not so much in ours as we try to teach her independce) I heard the sweetest thing.  From her bed came this angelic voice, "Holdcher han?" I ignored her, thinking she wanted to fold her hands together or something.  Then again, "Holdcher han?"  I stayed quite hoping she would forget whatever addendum she had in her mind and just fall asleep.  Then one more time, "Holdcher han, Momma?"  It was so cute, I peeked over the couch and she was laying on her back with her arm outstretched toward the couch just waiting for me to hold her hand.  With a melted heart I held her hand, and within seconds, she let go, rolled over and was fast asleep.  Heavenly Father can't always carry us through life, like Viana would normally have us hold her to sleep, but if we're willing to try things on our own, he will always hold our hand, we just need to ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-4272892450924932604?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/4272892450924932604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=4272892450924932604' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/4272892450924932604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/4272892450924932604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-thought-9.html' title='Random Thought #9'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-4387268043403927617</id><published>2007-11-08T16:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T16:42:55.239-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spot'/><title type='text'>Random Spot #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/RzOs81I8AWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Im0u22NVHeo/s1600-h/IMG_0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130634561561821538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/RzOs81I8AWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Im0u22NVHeo/s400/IMG_0178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This may not be so random if I told you it was at the entrance to the zoo. But what if I told you this is in the middle of a housing cul-de-sac? Granted, the houses in this cul-de-sac are some of those HUGE houses up on Y mountain north east of the temple, but sure enough, this huge Moose stands erected in the middle of a neighborhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-4387268043403927617?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/4387268043403927617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=4387268043403927617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/4387268043403927617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/4387268043403927617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-spot-8.html' title='Random Spot #8'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/RzOs81I8AWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Im0u22NVHeo/s72-c/IMG_0178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-7582567608906219427</id><published>2007-11-07T21:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T21:17:13.124-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spot'/><title type='text'>Random Spot #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/RzKbrFI8AVI/AAAAAAAAABw/gK1uAajm42E/s1600-h/IMG_0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130334089944760658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/RzKbrFI8AVI/AAAAAAAAABw/gK1uAajm42E/s400/IMG_0723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;My good friend Brynn Burke sent me this picture. This road is located in West Linn, Orgeon by Brynn's House. How cool is it to share a name with a road?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-7582567608906219427?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/7582567608906219427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=7582567608906219427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/7582567608906219427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/7582567608906219427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-spot-7.html' title='Random Spot #7'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/RzKbrFI8AVI/AAAAAAAAABw/gK1uAajm42E/s72-c/IMG_0723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-2798246254110081522</id><published>2007-11-07T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T03:07:44.740-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Random Thought #8</title><content type='html'>"Mississippi spelled with an 'o' instead of an 'i' would be Mossossoppo."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;A Day with Wilbur Robinson&lt;/em&gt; by William Joyce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-2798246254110081522?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/2798246254110081522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=2798246254110081522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/2798246254110081522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/2798246254110081522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-thought-8.html' title='Random Thought #8'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-842979396101621215</id><published>2007-11-05T15:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T15:28:44.089-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spot'/><title type='text'>Random Spot #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/Ry-mzG5bXYI/AAAAAAAAABo/EJANUpyaq4I/s1600-h/IMG_0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129501897553304962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/Ry-mzG5bXYI/AAAAAAAAABo/EJANUpyaq4I/s400/IMG_0076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't help it--it's a lone car in the middle of a huge field, normally used for playing flag football and ultimate frisbee.  I should have gotten a better angle to really emphasize the awkward out-of-place feel that this car gave off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-842979396101621215?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/842979396101621215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=842979396101621215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/842979396101621215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/842979396101621215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-spot-6.html' title='Random Spot #6'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/Ry-mzG5bXYI/AAAAAAAAABo/EJANUpyaq4I/s72-c/IMG_0076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-4074769467544485574</id><published>2007-11-05T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T15:24:23.283-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Random Thought #7</title><content type='html'>When your laundry measures 4 feet and 2 inches tall (really, I measured it with my best friend tape measurer)--you really know that it's time to do laundry. Here I go...Number one requirement for my next house in life?? My very own washer and dryer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-4074769467544485574?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/4074769467544485574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=4074769467544485574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/4074769467544485574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/4074769467544485574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-thought-7.html' title='Random Thought #7'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-1857898039244920197</id><published>2007-11-04T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T21:35:54.362-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spot'/><title type='text'>Random Spot #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today for our Sunday drive we went out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saratoga&lt;/span&gt; Springs. On our way back through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lehi&lt;/span&gt; Eric spotted this little gem off of the main drag through town.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129220134813785442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/Ry6miW5bXWI/AAAAAAAAABY/09mn01N49Xo/s400/IMG_0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;water slide&lt;/span&gt; that leaves the building at the top, and then re-enters the building at the bottom.  At least that's we we figured it to be.  And the plaque right there in the foreground of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; signifies a Olympic torch relay location from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt; 2002 games!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-1857898039244920197?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/1857898039244920197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=1857898039244920197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/1857898039244920197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/1857898039244920197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-spot-5.html' title='Random Spot #5'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/Ry6miW5bXWI/AAAAAAAAABY/09mn01N49Xo/s72-c/IMG_0082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-1563560974714888835</id><published>2007-11-04T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T13:07:14.793-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Random Thought #6</title><content type='html'>Every Sunday I have the privilege of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interpretting&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Airiel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Denter&lt;/span&gt; in Young Women's.  She is a beautiful and amazing person, and I'm so thankful for the opportunity I have to use my ASL skills.  If there is ever a Sunday where one or both of us is not there, I feel a void in my life for that whole week until I get to see her again!  She is such a great example to me.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; she was not in church.  Although I was very sad, it worked out perfectly.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Viana&lt;/span&gt; had a cough so she didn't go to nursery, and Eric was teaching so I also had Brooke.  The three of us got to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Relief&lt;/span&gt; Society.  Although I love my moments with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Airiel&lt;/span&gt; in Young Women's, I also love the sisterhood in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Relief&lt;/span&gt; Society.  I think church should be 4 hours long.  Just for me though, and not for everyone.  Then I could go to Young Women's &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; Relief Society every week.  Talk about a spiritual Feast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-1563560974714888835?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/1563560974714888835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=1563560974714888835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/1563560974714888835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/1563560974714888835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-thought-6.html' title='Random Thought #6'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-8127501362181619494</id><published>2007-11-03T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T10:18:34.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spot'/><title type='text'>Random Spot #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There I was, driving down Main Street in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Payson&lt;/span&gt;, UT. I come to a stop light and look out my window and what do I see?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128664404700388690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/RyytGm5bXVI/AAAAAAAAABM/ReTvqpTe2Q0/s400/IMG_0047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A live bait vending machine. Wow. You don't see one of those on every corner!  Do I need to describe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Payson&lt;/span&gt;, UT?  Nope, this picture is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; worth 1,000 words.&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/1986956464957787459-8127501362181619494?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/8127501362181619494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=8127501362181619494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/8127501362181619494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/8127501362181619494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-spot-4.html' title='Random Spot #4'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/RyytGm5bXVI/AAAAAAAAABM/ReTvqpTe2Q0/s72-c/IMG_0047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-213089411976365855</id><published>2007-11-02T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T10:41:33.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Random Thought #5</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about the white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland. I've discovered &lt;a href="http://image.bizrate.com/resize?sq=160&amp;amp;uid=96885212&amp;amp;mid=54643"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px" height="107" alt="" src="http://image.bizrate.com/resize?sq=160&amp;amp;uid=96885212&amp;amp;mid=54643" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that his character represents a moral very similar to &lt;a href="http://tomsdomain.com/aesop/id297.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this Aesop's fable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. As the white rabbit hurries through Wonderland, he keeps happening onto situations that involve other characters. In every instance he succumbs to that characters pressures. He may not want to burn his house down, but under the do-dos recommendation, he &lt;a href="http://www.pincastle.com/images/categories/Icons/Mad-Hatter-Disney-Pins.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 65px" height="109" alt="" src="http://www.pincastle.com/images/categories/Icons/Mad-Hatter-Disney-Pins.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;helps him build up the kindling pile. At the tea party, he doesn't want the mad-hatter to fix his watch, but soon enough is passing the jelly that will be slathered into his watch. What does all of this unwanted conforming do to the white rabbit? It makes him late. If we, in life, conform to all the pressures around us, even when we know we shouldn't, or do not want to, I believe that it will only make us late. Late fo what? Perhaps &lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/matt/25"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this scripture&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(vs. 1-13) will answer that question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-213089411976365855?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/213089411976365855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=213089411976365855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/213089411976365855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/213089411976365855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-thought-5.html' title='Random Thought #5'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-2028307315340464391</id><published>2007-11-01T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T16:12:56.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spot'/><title type='text'>Random Spot #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/RypdNG5bXRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nrDXVZg5xUQ/s1600-h/IMG_0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128013605485894930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/RypdNG5bXRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nrDXVZg5xUQ/s400/IMG_0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am in Istanbul. Oh wait, did I say Istanbul? Because I meant to say Spanish Fork, Utah! This is the Krishna Lotus Temple. It's very random. A beautiful religous building in the middle of desert farmland. One of these days I'm going to tour it. Until then, I'll admire its beauty from afar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-2028307315340464391?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/2028307315340464391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=2028307315340464391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/2028307315340464391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/2028307315340464391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-spot-3.html' title='Random Spot #3'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/RypdNG5bXRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nrDXVZg5xUQ/s72-c/IMG_0048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-1654039630701284040</id><published>2007-10-31T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T15:20:59.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Random Thought #4</title><content type='html'>Today we went to &lt;a href="http://seegeneric.blogspot.com/2007/10/barnes-and-nobles.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barnes and Nobles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. While there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Viana&lt;/span&gt; and I read Brown Bear, Brown Bear. &lt;a href="http://cdn.overstock.com/images/products/bnt/FC0805017445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="168" alt="" src="http://cdn.overstock.com/images/products/bnt/FC0805017445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know how it goes..."&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brown bear, brown bear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, what do you see? I see a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red bird&lt;/span&gt; looking at me. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Red bird, red bird&lt;/span&gt;, what do you see?" Etc, etc, etc. Very easy book for a child to learn to repeat. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Viana&lt;/span&gt; caught on quite quickly and enjoyed "reading" this book. Well, tonight we were reading scriptures, and she had pulled out our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; book of Jesus Christ. Pretty soon I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hear&lt;/span&gt; her chanting, "Jesus, Jesus, what ta to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;du&lt;/span&gt; see?" Then she would turn the page. "Jesus, Jesus, what ta to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;du&lt;/span&gt; see?" (It was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; book of Jesus, so there wasn't a lot of variance!) It was so cute. It just made me think about how attentive little children are to every detail of the day. I need to make sure that I am teaching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Viana&lt;/span&gt; correct principles, and even more importantly being a good example to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-1654039630701284040?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/1654039630701284040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=1654039630701284040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/1654039630701284040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/1654039630701284040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-thought-4.html' title='Random Thought #4'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-4448985136117735859</id><published>2007-10-31T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T13:23:56.731-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spot'/><title type='text'>Random Spot #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a dollar five store that cracks me up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127596701600406738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/RyjiCG5bXNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GewOPqyeFBc/s320/IMG_0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Honk's used to be just your average dollar store. Back then their awesome motto was "Always an adventure...Always a dollar!" Whenever we drove by we would read this out loud and laugh! Then one day we drove by and Honks had become the $1.05 store. Not wanting to get an entirely new motto, the just shortened the old one.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127597852651642098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/RyjjFG5bXPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7qWM5Q3Nkdk/s400/IMG_0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah man, I just love how you can still see where they ripped off the "a dollar" part. I guess Honk's didn't really grasp the meaning of the word 'always.' I'm skeptical even now about it being "Always an adventure...Always!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-4448985136117735859?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/4448985136117735859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=4448985136117735859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/4448985136117735859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/4448985136117735859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-spot-2.html' title='Random Spot #2'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/RyjiCG5bXNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GewOPqyeFBc/s72-c/IMG_0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-2187263806849685778</id><published>2007-10-30T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T16:21:08.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spot'/><title type='text'>Random Spot #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/Rye8Sm5bXMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lXYEQ_2JziM/s1600-h/P1010576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127273728649682114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/Rye8Sm5bXMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lXYEQ_2JziM/s400/P1010576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little structure has always dazzled me. It's located on State Street in the parking lot of Bona Brazil (talk about yummy!). The random thing about what I assume is a sno-cone type shack is, I've never seen it used. It just hangs out in the parking lot there to make people smile. Too bad there's not a For Sale sign hanging on it--I could totally look into an investment like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-2187263806849685778?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/2187263806849685778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=2187263806849685778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/2187263806849685778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/2187263806849685778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-spot-1.html' title='Random Spot #1'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lliAT2-GFco/Rye8Sm5bXMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lXYEQ_2JziM/s72-c/P1010576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-8936936949963779092</id><published>2007-10-29T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T20:52:23.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Random Thought #3</title><content type='html'>Today Viana asked for her &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;first father's blessing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Earlier in the day her beloved Aunt Charina had come over and had sat in our computer chair while Eric laid his hands on her head to give her a blessing. Viana sat with her arms folded patiently through the whole thing. She only began to say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Amen!" "Amen!" "Amen!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; near the end of the blessing when Eric was about to wrap up anyway. Several hours passed and it was Viana's bedtime (that's been sort of a shady area lately, and one that has not come with ease). We had just started reading our scriptures and Viana insisted on sitting in the computer chair. Then she got down and started pulling Eric off the couch and telling him &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Chair!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He tried to sit down, but she got frustrated and said, &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No Daddy, Nana chair!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The she stood behind the chair and put her hand on top of the backrest, &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Daddy like this."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So, Eric stood up and went behind the chair. She quickly scrambled up onto the chair to where Eric had been sitting and folded her arms. It was then that Eric realized what she wanted. &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do you want a blessing like Aunt Charina?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Her arms stay folded. &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, Daddy will put his hands on your head."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Her eyes closed as Eric laid his hands on her head. Then, Eric utterd the simplest, yet sweetest father's blessing to our beautiful little daughter. She was blessed to sleep well, and to remember how to fall asleep on her own. It wasn't but 5 minutes later that Viana was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tucked in and fast asleep&lt;/span&gt; in her very own big girl bed.  I thought, &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wow, now there is a little girl with awesome examples to follow (Aunt Charina), an awesome father (Eric), and an even more loving and all knowing Father in Heaven."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-8936936949963779092?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/8936936949963779092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=8936936949963779092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/8936936949963779092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/8936936949963779092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-thought-3.html' title='Random Thought #3'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-6379859828074003687</id><published>2007-10-29T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T20:26:35.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Random Thought #2</title><content type='html'>Today Viana, Brooke and I sat at a round table for lunch with our friend's Lori and Lucy. Did I mention that we chose a round table that already had &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3 freshman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;boys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;sitting at it? I thought it was funny that during our lunches, the boys talked about their new &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Netflix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; subscription and about how their &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;preference dates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; had been this past weekend, all the while enjoying every scrap of their lunch.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Lori and I&lt;/span&gt; on the other hand, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to convince our toddlers to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;eat their lunch&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;stay in their chairs&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;act like big girls&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; be nice to each other&lt;/span&gt;, etc. etc. etc. I can't really remember, but I think I snuck some food in amidst all of that! But who needs to enjoy food when you can enjoy being a mother?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-6379859828074003687?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/6379859828074003687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=6379859828074003687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/6379859828074003687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/6379859828074003687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-thought-2.html' title='Random Thought #2'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986956464957787459.post-1311006837430996909</id><published>2007-10-29T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T09:26:34.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Random Thought #1</title><content type='html'>Sometimes in life it's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to eat &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; cookies in 1 day. Like around &lt;strong&gt;Halloween&lt;/strong&gt;. That's an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; time to do it. And when you begin to feel guilty you can just rationalize and say, "But hey, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; only comes once a year...no biggie"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986956464957787459-1311006837430996909?l=randomsandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/feeds/1311006837430996909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986956464957787459&amp;postID=1311006837430996909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/1311006837430996909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986956464957787459/posts/default/1311006837430996909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsandt.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-thought-1.html' title='Random Thought #1'/><author><name>Halcyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14922223222738074718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
