<?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-3580772842764794376</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:50:09.193-07:00</updated><category term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Leary Logs</title><subtitle type='html'>Life as a 30 year old newlywed in Utah.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learylogs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580772842764794376/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learylogs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473844050236471819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/SQc1GNgHBUI/AAAAAAAAABc/G3CxOzQhqcg/S220/09bw.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580772842764794376.post-6202532460966027394</id><published>2009-07-15T11:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T11:22:42.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it normal to cry on the way to work?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/Sl4QUCkhvfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EHmfhlKzd38/s1600-h/ultrasound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358738543090974194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/Sl4QUCkhvfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EHmfhlKzd38/s400/ultrasound.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hoping its the hormones from being pregnant - but I absolutely DREAD going to work every morning. And then when I'm faced with the place I work - I tear up. Its really quite pathetic. Sitting at your desk, crying over people whispering about you, or overhearing someone's disdain at the way you *don't* do things right. I keep telling myself that all I have to worry about is if I do my job and do it well. Then I cry. uGh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a better note - I attached a picture of one of the ultrasounds. Yay!!! Only 10 1/2 more weeks. And next week, I'm off to Lake Mead (ouch! hot!) to spend the weekend with the parents and some good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580772842764794376-6202532460966027394?l=learylogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learylogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6202532460966027394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580772842764794376&amp;postID=6202532460966027394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580772842764794376/posts/default/6202532460966027394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580772842764794376/posts/default/6202532460966027394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learylogs.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-it-normal-to-cry-on-way-to-work.html' title='Is it normal to cry on the way to work?'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473844050236471819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/SQc1GNgHBUI/AAAAAAAAABc/G3CxOzQhqcg/S220/09bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/Sl4QUCkhvfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EHmfhlKzd38/s72-c/ultrasound.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580772842764794376.post-3245662977309814300</id><published>2009-05-12T16:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:20:50.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/Sgn2MKlQuQI/AAAAAAAAACs/2WuRUqunSjg/s1600-h/ultrasound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335065922456566018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/Sgn2MKlQuQI/AAAAAAAAACs/2WuRUqunSjg/s400/ultrasound.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow. Five months along and I'm starting to show. Its been great so far, and I really have no complaints. The most exciting this is that we had a very special appointment for an ultrasound - yep! We found out that we are having a wonderful healthy little girl! We are so excited - the name we are keeping a secret, but we can't hold back the happy news. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To let our parents know, we gave both our mom's little pink booties for Mother's Day. I've unfortunately discovered that Chris's mom (and family) don't take to subtle hints, so when she opened it and became confused I had to explain that it was a symbolic announcement that she is going to be grandma to a baby girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way, everyone is excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580772842764794376-3245662977309814300?l=learylogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learylogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3245662977309814300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580772842764794376&amp;postID=3245662977309814300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580772842764794376/posts/default/3245662977309814300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580772842764794376/posts/default/3245662977309814300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learylogs.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-girl.html' title='Baby Girl!'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473844050236471819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/SQc1GNgHBUI/AAAAAAAAABc/G3CxOzQhqcg/S220/09bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/Sgn2MKlQuQI/AAAAAAAAACs/2WuRUqunSjg/s72-c/ultrasound.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580772842764794376.post-8682396519216360588</id><published>2009-02-19T12:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:15:10.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you sub out the goalie....</title><content type='html'>Have you seen Marley and Me?  If you have, you know what the goalie is.  Well, we didn't exactly pull the goalie - we were subbing out the goalie for another.  There's a small window when the goal is vulnerable to a score.  And the goalie had been there for so long previously, we assumed that small window would go unnoticed by potential pucks.&lt;br /&gt;Don't assume things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are expecting a baby in about 7 months!  Though unexpected, we grow more and more excited each day.  We had our first ultrasound and saw the flickering heartbeat - and we were sold!  Nothing can exactly describe that experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580772842764794376-8682396519216360588?l=learylogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learylogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8682396519216360588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580772842764794376&amp;postID=8682396519216360588' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580772842764794376/posts/default/8682396519216360588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580772842764794376/posts/default/8682396519216360588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learylogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-you-sub-out-goalie.html' title='When you sub out the goalie....'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473844050236471819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/SQc1GNgHBUI/AAAAAAAAABc/G3CxOzQhqcg/S220/09bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580772842764794376.post-7957699130628973219</id><published>2008-12-30T16:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:14:38.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you're into that sappy (churchy) stuff....</title><content type='html'>Its been a bit of a rough year for my family.  My dad and my sister were both laid off recently.  My parents moved for his job, after 25 years in the same place.  My sister is at a loss after 8 years with the same company and no job growth or skills.  Now my parents worry and worry over everyone's future - including mine and Chris's.&lt;br /&gt;I've struggled with this, and been looking for guidance and explanation - so I've thought alot about it.  Here are a few snippets from an email I sent to my parents on the subject:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Mom &amp;amp; Dad,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys made it home OK.  I loved having you guys up here, and I regret that I didn’t get to spend more time with you.  Christmas was wonderful, and I really felt like it was a great time full of love and laughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are worried about Chris and me, and about Megan.  First, I want you to know that especially right now, you do not need to worry about Chris and me.  We are doing well – and we are growing closer together and more in love everyday.  ... I feel like the merger between Grizzly Gulch and Saxton Horne happened at just the right time.  We are a strong company, and I feel I have a strong place within the company.  Chris’s company, despite being new and despite this economy, is doing well. &lt;br /&gt;As for Megan, we are all so worried about her.  But having a lack of faith in her, and her ability to grow and learn will not help her.  ...  Megan is about to become a stronger person.  I feel that, and I pray for it every night.  She doesn’t need anyone to bail her out of this.  She needs support and love and encouragement, but she can do it, and she will be happier and better for it.  I’m here for her, and I will be the loving and supportive sister that I have never been before.  I know I can’t tell you not to worry at all, but please have faith in Heavenly Father’s will, and have faith in Megan, and have faith in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...It’s hard for me to understand sometimes, the reasons Heavenly Father had you guys move down there, and why you are going through this, but it’s a test to my patience and humility – and a test to all our patience and humility. This is a time to learn faith. And like Dad said, “it’s the excitement of the adventure.”    I’m so happy to know you are in good health, and I pray that you will continue to do those things to stay in good health – however hard it is sometimes.  Stay in good spirits, find joy everyday and please, please don’t find yourselves in a state of despair.  We have too much joy to find in each other to even consider despair.  Like Elder Worthlin’s mom said, “Come what may, and LOVE it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, lets all stop crying, and leave this message with a smile. =)&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys! Go Utes!&lt;br /&gt;Andrea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580772842764794376-7957699130628973219?l=learylogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learylogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7957699130628973219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580772842764794376&amp;postID=7957699130628973219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580772842764794376/posts/default/7957699130628973219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580772842764794376/posts/default/7957699130628973219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learylogs.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-youre-into-that-sappy-churchy-stuff.html' title='If you&apos;re into that sappy (churchy) stuff....'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473844050236471819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/SQc1GNgHBUI/AAAAAAAAABc/G3CxOzQhqcg/S220/09bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580772842764794376.post-3678378169032619928</id><published>2008-12-24T10:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:16:56.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Chris(and Drea)mas!</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas everyone!  Just wanted to drop a quick note and say how excited I am for our first married Christmas.  It will be our one year anniversary of getting engaged, and I'm excited to wake up with him and see what Santa brought (LOL).  Lots of exciting things are happening, and its this time of year, more than any, that I realize how blessed we are in our lives.  We have wonderful families (who are in town, yea!) and a roof over our heads. &lt;br /&gt;We hope all of you see your blessings during this time.&lt;br /&gt;Take care - see ya in the new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580772842764794376-3678378169032619928?l=learylogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learylogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3678378169032619928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580772842764794376&amp;postID=3678378169032619928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580772842764794376/posts/default/3678378169032619928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580772842764794376/posts/default/3678378169032619928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learylogs.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-chrisand-dreamas.html' title='Merry Chris(and Drea)mas!'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473844050236471819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/SQc1GNgHBUI/AAAAAAAAABc/G3CxOzQhqcg/S220/09bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580772842764794376.post-1333524735939244344</id><published>2008-12-03T15:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:22:44.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Ills</title><content type='html'>I was so excited to head down to Las Vegas, visit my parents in their big house, enjoy the beautiful desert winter and do some shopping.  We got there on Wednesday afternoon, and we did, in fact, get some shopping done that day.&lt;br /&gt;Then on Thanksgiving morning, Chris and I went for a great run before breakfast.  Everything seemed to be going really well...&lt;br /&gt;and then we sat down for Thanksgiving dinner.  And NOTHING looked appetizing.  I put a few things on my plate, forced them down and went swiftly into the bathroom and threw it all up!&lt;br /&gt;Yep, got the flu. on thanksgiving. uck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least I didn't over eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your Thanksgiving left both your stomach and your heart full!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580772842764794376-1333524735939244344?l=learylogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learylogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1333524735939244344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580772842764794376&amp;postID=1333524735939244344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580772842764794376/posts/default/1333524735939244344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580772842764794376/posts/default/1333524735939244344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learylogs.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-ills.html' title='Thanksgiving Ills'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473844050236471819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/SQc1GNgHBUI/AAAAAAAAABc/G3CxOzQhqcg/S220/09bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580772842764794376.post-5816787724332335960</id><published>2008-11-17T12:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:39:55.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misschrisalotis</title><content type='html'>I spent the weekend in Vegas at my parents house.  Every year the Schrader family women get together and spend a day Christmas shopping.  Since my parents moved, and we have a cousin living in Vegas also - we all decided to go to Vegas this year. &lt;br /&gt;It was a blast (how can shopping NOT be fun), and it was great to be able to spend time with my family.  But...... it was just a girls trip, so Chris was not allowed.  We kinds &lt;sic&gt; missed each other.  One night, we were texting and I was telling him that I didn't feel well (I've had a cold).  He said, "Oh ya, that is misschrisalotis... its going around."  How cute and sappy is that? &lt;br /&gt;I had to share.  Now, everyone can go and throw up now.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580772842764794376-5816787724332335960?l=learylogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learylogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5816787724332335960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580772842764794376&amp;postID=5816787724332335960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580772842764794376/posts/default/5816787724332335960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580772842764794376/posts/default/5816787724332335960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learylogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/misschrisalotis.html' title='Misschrisalotis'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473844050236471819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/SQc1GNgHBUI/AAAAAAAAABc/G3CxOzQhqcg/S220/09bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580772842764794376.post-8891641373178619348</id><published>2008-11-04T16:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:28:14.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter's Rolling In...</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh, the adjustments of living with someone.  Chris, or as I refer to him: the human heater, doesn't like to have more than a small sheet over him at night. And, he sleeps like a baby (a big snoring baby, but still....) I, on the other hand, have been having trouble sleeping because I can't balance my temperature.  I used to love cuddling up under my down comforter and dreaming the night away - but now, with the aforementioned heater, the down comforter just produces a sweaty situation (ew!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I finally figure out a solution (no, it shouldn't have taken this long to figure out but yes, I am blonde!) - instead of the down comforter, I tried a light blanket folded in half that I lay over me.  For the 1st time in 2 weeks - I slept through the night without shivering fits or hot flashes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another little adjustment in the life of a newlywed.  And yes, it seems mundane, but let me tell you - I was getting cranky on such fitful sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I better mention: Chris doesn't actually snore all that much. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580772842764794376-8891641373178619348?l=learylogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learylogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8891641373178619348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580772842764794376&amp;postID=8891641373178619348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580772842764794376/posts/default/8891641373178619348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580772842764794376/posts/default/8891641373178619348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learylogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/winters-rolling-in.html' title='Winter&apos;s Rolling In...'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473844050236471819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/SQc1GNgHBUI/AAAAAAAAABc/G3CxOzQhqcg/S220/09bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580772842764794376.post-2190564818458972246</id><published>2008-10-28T09:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:01:04.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/SQc26CCVBkI/AAAAAAAAACc/N5bXMXHv1wU/s1600-h/04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262235060212663874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/SQc26CCVBkI/AAAAAAAAACc/N5bXMXHv1wU/s320/04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/SQc25UMk96I/AAAAAAAAACU/qN3PQU-veDY/s1600-h/53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262235047907620770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/SQc25UMk96I/AAAAAAAAACU/qN3PQU-veDY/s320/53.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/SQc24gyCbrI/AAAAAAAAACM/8hkHvNvlyjI/s1600-h/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262235034106097330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/SQc24gyCbrI/AAAAAAAAACM/8hkHvNvlyjI/s320/29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/SQc24qtUWWI/AAAAAAAAACE/BQr6MZtmICw/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262235036770654562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/SQc24qtUWWI/AAAAAAAAACE/BQr6MZtmICw/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/SQc23-TqYyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XBEew-juBEk/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262235024851886882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/SQc23-TqYyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XBEew-juBEk/s320/07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got our wedding pictures back (sooner than I expected, honestly). I rushed through them the first time - noticing how fat I looked in all of them - and didn't even really sit back and really look at them. Then, Chris and I looked at them together... and I love them! Our photographer did such an amazing job. Now, I bring our photo album with me everywhere - and I keep looking through them. Is that normal? Oh well. These are just a few just so you can get a glimpse...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580772842764794376-2190564818458972246?l=learylogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learylogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2190564818458972246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580772842764794376&amp;postID=2190564818458972246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580772842764794376/posts/default/2190564818458972246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580772842764794376/posts/default/2190564818458972246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learylogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473844050236471819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/SQc1GNgHBUI/AAAAAAAAABc/G3CxOzQhqcg/S220/09bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/SQc26CCVBkI/AAAAAAAAACc/N5bXMXHv1wU/s72-c/04.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580772842764794376.post-6551028149850015513</id><published>2008-10-21T09:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:39:58.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Night People!!</title><content type='html'>Last night Chris and I were laying in bed, he on the verge of snores and me as bouncy and awake as can be.  I kept pestering him to stay away and watch a segment of Letterman but he wasn't having it.  I kept talking to him, telling him jokes, and I snug in a little poke now and then.  Then he said, "This is the exact opposite!" as he fiestily turned his back to me.&lt;br /&gt;Then it hit me:  night people! &lt;br /&gt;I'm a night person, and he's a morning person.  He's such a pest in the mornings, and I'm such a pest in the evenings.  You could look at it as sweet irony (which of course, I will) or you could look at it as complete opposites butting heads.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, Chris turned back over and offered a kiss and a good night "I love you" before he drifted off to sleep - just like I gave him a little giggle as he sang along to Katy Perry's "I kissed a girl" at 530am this morning on the way to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;We may be opposites in a lot of ways, but we are the same when it matters, because we both love each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580772842764794376-6551028149850015513?l=learylogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learylogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6551028149850015513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580772842764794376&amp;postID=6551028149850015513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580772842764794376/posts/default/6551028149850015513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580772842764794376/posts/default/6551028149850015513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learylogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/night-people.html' title='Night People!!'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473844050236471819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/SQc1GNgHBUI/AAAAAAAAABc/G3CxOzQhqcg/S220/09bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580772842764794376.post-7486314057105563823</id><published>2008-10-17T10:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:47:26.721-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning People!!</title><content type='html'>OK, I have my first complaint.  We get up at 530am to go to the gym.  First of all - 530am???  What are we thinking.  Well Chris is thinking (I'm quite sure) that he couldn't be in any better of a mood right now.  And what better to do than to sing along off key and at the top of his lungs to the radio, poke me with a smile on his face and laugh and tease that I'm barely awake.&lt;br /&gt;That is my only complaint.  Quit being so damn chipper and cute in the mornings... its not normal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580772842764794376-7486314057105563823?l=learylogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learylogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7486314057105563823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580772842764794376&amp;postID=7486314057105563823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580772842764794376/posts/default/7486314057105563823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580772842764794376/posts/default/7486314057105563823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learylogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/morning-people.html' title='Morning People!!'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473844050236471819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/SQc1GNgHBUI/AAAAAAAAABc/G3CxOzQhqcg/S220/09bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580772842764794376.post-4957458839807485549</id><published>2008-10-07T11:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:33:18.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you like being married?</title><content type='html'>Its funny to me that people are already asking, "How do you like being married?"  We've been married little over a week, and most of that was spent on our honeymoon.  So, I don't really have any answer other than, "I love it."  But I do.  It's such a great/weird/new feeling to wake up next to my best friend, my love.  I'm sure there will be hard times - but I almost look forward to them as well, because it will give us the opportunity to face opposition and learn more about each other.  Of course, I say that now - but who knows when it arises.  I could become a raving b*#(!.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I can't believe its possible - but I love him more and more each day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580772842764794376-4957458839807485549?l=learylogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learylogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4957458839807485549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580772842764794376&amp;postID=4957458839807485549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580772842764794376/posts/default/4957458839807485549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580772842764794376/posts/default/4957458839807485549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learylogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-do-you-like-being-married.html' title='How do you like being married?'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473844050236471819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/SQc1GNgHBUI/AAAAAAAAABc/G3CxOzQhqcg/S220/09bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580772842764794376.post-4904084926628513833</id><published>2008-09-22T16:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:20:45.616-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>5 Days til Wedding Bells</title><content type='html'>The time went from 9 months to 5 days in a flash...&lt;br /&gt;I got a lot of advice right after we got engaged, but the best (or at least, the one I kept with me), was from my friend Julie Shapiro, she said, "It will be the best day of your life, and the most stressful 9 month beforehand." &lt;br /&gt;Well, I tried to take that to heart, and make sure the actual DAY wasn't stressful.  Everything is coming together nicely.  There are a few things I'm concerned about, but for the most part, I've come to realize that its not the flowers or the music that is important - it's that I'm about to start my life with a great guy, whom I love more and more each day.  So, if the flowers aren't as fresh as I'd like, he's still there.  That is what matters.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited to actually take this step.  In a few weeks (after the honeymoon, of course), we are going to in the living room at night, and when we are both tired, we get to walk through the same door - instead of him out the front door and on his way home.  I'm so looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580772842764794376-4904084926628513833?l=learylogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learylogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4904084926628513833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580772842764794376&amp;postID=4904084926628513833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580772842764794376/posts/default/4904084926628513833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580772842764794376/posts/default/4904084926628513833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learylogs.blogspot.com/2008/09/5-days-til-wedding-bells.html' title='5 Days til Wedding Bells'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473844050236471819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHZz25-ayYQ/SQc1GNgHBUI/AAAAAAAAABc/G3CxOzQhqcg/S220/09bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
