<?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-3560926862798585874</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:34:02.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHISNEY BUSHLAN</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638385981410803744</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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560926862798585874.post-813104206371267106</id><published>2009-12-03T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:07:12.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a Million Things I need to do... So I did this instead.</title><content type='html'>I have a goal to use what I  have, and if you could see my studio I have a lot, of stuff. Bags full of straws, pipe cleaners, feathers, glitter. (I really should have been a children s art teacher, but I am a little possessive of my junk. I am working on getting over that watching by Hoarders) I love that show, I am a little bit obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SxfoBsGWaYI/AAAAAAAAAnE/oprgoKtVHTs/s1600-h/Before+Tree"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SxfoBsGWaYI/AAAAAAAAAnE/oprgoKtVHTs/s400/Before+Tree" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411048593024248194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So using only stuff I already  have I am going to make decorations for this beautiful tree that Ari picked out. (He did a good job) It is so perfect it almost looks fake. The presents under the tree are a collections of Christmas books that we re-wrap, so we open and ready one every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SxfoG7fxQ5I/AAAAAAAAAnM/1_9UGpvkqfY/s1600-h/Inspration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SxfoG7fxQ5I/AAAAAAAAAnM/1_9UGpvkqfY/s400/Inspration.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411048683056743314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SxfodB31CRI/AAAAAAAAAnU/TBkvBqGapDw/s1600-h/book+pages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SxfodB31CRI/AAAAAAAAAnU/TBkvBqGapDw/s400/book+pages.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411049062725388562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this Silver Tinsel ribbon that I picked up before Zims went out of business  (tear) and my box of book pages were my inspirations.&lt;br /&gt;And this is what I made.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SxgndoDeuzI/AAAAAAAAAoE/2a_FaHZAcIA/s1600-h/Back+decoration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SxgndoDeuzI/AAAAAAAAAoE/2a_FaHZAcIA/s400/Back+decoration.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411118342207355698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SxgnXf52sKI/AAAAAAAAAn8/sqzJGsuhAiE/s1600-h/front+decoration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SxgnXf52sKI/AAAAAAAAAn8/sqzJGsuhAiE/s400/front+decoration.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411118236940284066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real simple and kind of cute. During the process I couldn't decide how I wanted the paper layered so I did this trial, I randomly punched out some paper and this is what I came up with.  Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SxfpsH6RrII/AAAAAAAAAnk/YXXYzxQ-2-U/s1600-h/Indision.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SxfpsH6RrII/AAAAAAAAAnk/YXXYzxQ-2-U/s400/Indision.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411050421555932290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was a pretty good way to put off what I really need to do. This blogging thing really could become a handy way to avoid what I am suppose to be doing. (PTA IS FOR THE BIRDS, Just a warning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SxgmTn0WvOI/AAAAAAAAAn0/inzsrr2YaUA/s1600-h/john+silo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SxgmTn0WvOI/AAAAAAAAAn0/inzsrr2YaUA/s400/john+silo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411117070833597666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to make one of John. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560926862798585874-813104206371267106?l=whitneybushman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/feeds/813104206371267106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560926862798585874&amp;postID=813104206371267106' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/813104206371267106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/813104206371267106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-million-things-i-need-to-do-so-i.html' title='I have a Million Things I need to do... So I did this instead.'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638385981410803744</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SxfoBsGWaYI/AAAAAAAAAnE/oprgoKtVHTs/s72-c/Before+Tree' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560926862798585874.post-9089404924183173734</id><published>2009-11-23T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:18:57.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I could think of something clever to write.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Swr80LyY9TI/AAAAAAAAAmk/NOocYJoJ0f8/s1600/legolas+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Swr80LyY9TI/AAAAAAAAAmk/NOocYJoJ0f8/s400/legolas+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407412276059239730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Swr8tmenP7I/AAAAAAAAAmc/ivZERa1C6pQ/s1600/Peter+Pan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Swr8tmenP7I/AAAAAAAAAmc/ivZERa1C6pQ/s400/Peter+Pan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407412162964963250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Swr8nGKURTI/AAAAAAAAAmU/jVYP77HluXc/s1600/Legolas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Swr8nGKURTI/AAAAAAAAAmU/jVYP77HluXc/s400/Legolas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407412051210683698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Swr8gzWrsdI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N3cumh_MWAQ/s1600/peter+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Swr8gzWrsdI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N3cumh_MWAQ/s400/peter+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407411943083061714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or you could see cute pictures of my kids. &lt;em&gt;Legolas&lt;/em&gt; and Peter Pan (both there own ideas.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560926862798585874-9089404924183173734?l=whitneybushman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/feeds/9089404924183173734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560926862798585874&amp;postID=9089404924183173734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/9089404924183173734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/9089404924183173734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-could-think-of-something-clever-to.html' title='I could think of something clever to write.'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638385981410803744</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Swr80LyY9TI/AAAAAAAAAmk/NOocYJoJ0f8/s72-c/legolas+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560926862798585874.post-5617891265938142309</id><published>2008-10-17T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T12:34:19.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SPjonja7otI/AAAAAAAAAkA/a9A-LJs1_Tk/s1600-h/batman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SPjonja7otI/AAAAAAAAAkA/a9A-LJs1_Tk/s400/batman2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258208331175797458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SPjncD-289I/AAAAAAAAAj4/qQos8vT6Dss/s1600-h/batmanrobin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SPjncD-289I/AAAAAAAAAj4/qQos8vT6Dss/s400/batmanrobin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258207034246362066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nico is going to be Luke (Tatoinne, not jedi), and Ari is going to be Indiana Jones (he better making a small leather jacket really is hard and he better wear it), but they wanted to get dressed up for Red Butte's Garden After Dark, so this is what we did yesterday. Red Butte is always fun, and Ari in tights makes it even better. And Batman with boogers is pretty awesome too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560926862798585874-5617891265938142309?l=whitneybushman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/feeds/5617891265938142309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560926862798585874&amp;postID=5617891265938142309' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/5617891265938142309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/5617891265938142309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/2008/10/nico-is-going-to-be-luke-tatoinne-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638385981410803744</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SPjonja7otI/AAAAAAAAAkA/a9A-LJs1_Tk/s72-c/batman2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560926862798585874.post-2409160477789552898</id><published>2008-10-11T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:35:59.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who remembered their password?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SPFvojfdIDI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Hf3Fcifrh0c/s1600-h/nicodog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SPFvojfdIDI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Hf3Fcifrh0c/s400/nicodog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256104982630703154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;Does it mean I will blog?  I don't know, but it will be much more likely now. I was looking through this today and realized how much I really do like the people who read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: This boy and dog are deceiving, though they might look cute, their actions defy this.  They are not potty trained and like to tear things up into tiny little pieces. They do like to cuddle and are cute when they are asleep, which almost makes up for their terror through out the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560926862798585874-2409160477789552898?l=whitneybushman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/feeds/2409160477789552898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560926862798585874&amp;postID=2409160477789552898' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/2409160477789552898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/2409160477789552898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/2008/10/guess-who-remembered-their-password.html' title='Guess who remembered their password?'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638385981410803744</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SPFvojfdIDI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Hf3Fcifrh0c/s72-c/nicodog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560926862798585874.post-1869772300024860</id><published>2008-04-23T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:14:44.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gocco Has Taken Over My Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SA_5ujnyhTI/AAAAAAAAAYw/rp3vqtfRLjQ/s1600-h/Noel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SA_5ujnyhTI/AAAAAAAAAYw/rp3vqtfRLjQ/s400/Noel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192643473612899634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SA_5uznyhUI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Paf-AQFmj48/s1600-h/Lauren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SA_5uznyhUI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Paf-AQFmj48/s400/Lauren.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192643477907866946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SA_5vDnyhVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/gJ6O6Ry2tHw/s1600-h/Elisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SA_5vDnyhVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/gJ6O6Ry2tHw/s400/Elisa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192643482202834258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing graduation announcements. One girl said that she likes planetary science which  I really wish I were into. I need to be a little more rounded in my life (not round, mind you I already have that). These were all really fun to do. One was for a girl interning in DC hence the cherry blossoms. And then Elisa my sister, I thought the curry color was fitting. She is graduating from BYU, and then going to the UoU's Medical school in the fall. I am really proud of her and glad that she is going to be close by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560926862798585874-1869772300024860?l=whitneybushman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/feeds/1869772300024860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560926862798585874&amp;postID=1869772300024860' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/1869772300024860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/1869772300024860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/2008/04/gocco-has-taken-over-my-life.html' title='Gocco Has Taken Over My Life.'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638385981410803744</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SA_5ujnyhTI/AAAAAAAAAYw/rp3vqtfRLjQ/s72-c/Noel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560926862798585874.post-4894599024976893880</id><published>2008-04-11T23:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:14:44.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need some Sense.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SABVbgX2--I/AAAAAAAAAYo/N5Aq3Wi--pw/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SABVbgX2--I/AAAAAAAAAYo/N5Aq3Wi--pw/s400/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188240701765647330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Jane Austen fan, I think it is because I am a girl. Masterpiece (they have dropped the theater, it is so much more 2008 now) presented a new version of Sense and Sensibility. Which I loved, it seemed more real then the Ang Lee beautiful version.  Elinor was much more believable then Emma Thompson who looked fifty, hooking up with with Hugh Grant. Instead Elinor was a perfect cross between Emily Shakespeare and her sister Amy. And MaryAnne might as well be played my Liz Davis. Anyways it was a good movie. I really just wanted everyone to see this Emily look a like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560926862798585874-4894599024976893880?l=whitneybushman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/feeds/4894599024976893880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560926862798585874&amp;postID=4894599024976893880' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/4894599024976893880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/4894599024976893880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-need-some-sense.html' title='I need some Sense.'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638385981410803744</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/SABVbgX2--I/AAAAAAAAAYo/N5Aq3Wi--pw/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560926862798585874.post-4477587079176491721</id><published>2008-04-10T14:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:14:45.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, Lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/R_6EggX2-6I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ELKzDfXTwZs/s1600-h/card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/R_6EggX2-6I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ELKzDfXTwZs/s400/card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187729514758077346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, an exciting thing in my life, I got a gocco printer, LOVE IT!!!! (have you ever seen dragon tales, I wish I haven't) I did Niki Christensens graduation announcements. She said she wanted elegant, she is working in DC so I did a beautiful cherry blossom design. She then informed me she wasn't into flowers, I asked her what she was 'into' she said bikes. I am glad she was into bikes, I think I like it better the cherry blossoms anyways. I have already gotten another job to do announcements. I can't wait to do some of my own stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/R_6EgwX2-7I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/H5ppojb8_iI/s1600-h/fish+tank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/R_6EgwX2-7I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/H5ppojb8_iI/s400/fish+tank.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187729519053044658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ari got a fish, named Coral. Coral likes to sleep upside down at the top of the tank. I am afraid to look every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/R_6EhAX2-8I/AAAAAAAAAYY/OgXL2wRnTXo/s1600-h/timeout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/R_6EhAX2-8I/AAAAAAAAAYY/OgXL2wRnTXo/s400/timeout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187729523348011970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where Nico is spending a lot of time lately. What is up with three year olds, he is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/R_6EhAX2-9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/QTEoSGGgOOo/s1600-h/john+and+ari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/R_6EhAX2-9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/QTEoSGGgOOo/s400/john+and+ari.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187729523348011986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ari and John practicing, they have a pretty good song going. Ari really know his part. And will make John start over if he makes a mistake. John is starting over a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560926862798585874-4477587079176491721?l=whitneybushman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/feeds/4477587079176491721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560926862798585874&amp;postID=4477587079176491721' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/4477587079176491721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/4477587079176491721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-lately.html' title='Life, Lately'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638385981410803744</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/R_6EggX2-6I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ELKzDfXTwZs/s72-c/card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560926862798585874.post-6483093300705135286</id><published>2008-03-15T13:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:14:47.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/R9wu-UZI3rI/AAAAAAAAATY/oN-h8TJwSi8/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/R9wu-UZI3rI/AAAAAAAAATY/oN-h8TJwSi8/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178065319730142898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andi made me post. This is all i had at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560926862798585874-6483093300705135286?l=whitneybushman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/feeds/6483093300705135286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560926862798585874&amp;postID=6483093300705135286' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/6483093300705135286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/6483093300705135286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638385981410803744</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/R9wu-UZI3rI/AAAAAAAAATY/oN-h8TJwSi8/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560926862798585874.post-6217708238410075368</id><published>2007-12-11T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T17:35:37.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Puppies</title><content type='html'>Ari and Nico wants a puppy for Christmas. Nico says he wants a puppy named baby  chihuahua , I don't think he cares that it is a chihuahua he just wants to call it that. John refuses, and I can't blame him. John said no, and Ari thought he was being tricky and said that he will get one any ways, he will just tell Santa to bring him one.  John told him that Santa can't bring puppies, that it is to cold and they die in the sleigh,  so Santa can't bring puppies. He bought it and knows he can't have one. Nico on the other hand, doesn't buy it. He keeps telling us, "Santa said Yes!" He asked Santa for one anyways, and I guess this guy said yes. I think he is going to be said, I might have to buy one of those breathing stuffed animals. Luckily we are babysiting Emily Shakes new  chihuahua  in January for a week.  I think I want a puppy for Christmas to, but I don't dare tell John.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560926862798585874-6217708238410075368?l=whitneybushman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/feeds/6217708238410075368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560926862798585874&amp;postID=6217708238410075368' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/6217708238410075368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/6217708238410075368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/2007/12/dead-puppies.html' title='Dead Puppies'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638385981410803744</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560926862798585874.post-2329457808061975438</id><published>2007-12-06T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:14:48.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac &amp; Cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/R1jd38W_YuI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yB52N7xtdPE/s1600-h/mac+and+cheese++3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/R1jd38W_YuI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yB52N7xtdPE/s400/mac+and+cheese++3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141102927808520930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coco Has been sick. We spent last Saturday at the doctors doing breathing treatments. I hate it when my kids are sick, but there is something so sweet about a two year old with a raspy voice, who just wants to cuddle. After getting a shot of steroids and a good nap, Coco woke up and felt much better. He was hungry and wanted Mac &amp;amp; Cheese in a big bowl. I went through every bowl in the house, untill he approved this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/R1jduMW_YsI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_bvTIqIMaJw/s1600-h/mac+and+cheese++9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/R1jduMW_YsI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_bvTIqIMaJw/s400/mac+and+cheese++9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141102760304796354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sick kids can get whatever they want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/R1jdpsW_YrI/AAAAAAAAAN4/0PSRCo49kfQ/s1600-h/Lecia+60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/R1jdpsW_YrI/AAAAAAAAAN4/0PSRCo49kfQ/s400/Lecia+60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141102682995385010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my new-old couch. Raul from San Jose Upholstery did a really good job, (is slc, so you don't get confused). I have had this couch for about 8 years now, it has moved with me up and down  45 flights of stairs over those years, and the whole time I have lifted this beast I knew that it would someday be beautiful. And I think i finally is, now I just have to make the rest of the room beautiful. (And sweep under the couch)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560926862798585874-2329457808061975438?l=whitneybushman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/feeds/2329457808061975438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560926862798585874&amp;postID=2329457808061975438' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/2329457808061975438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/2329457808061975438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/2007/12/mac-cheese.html' title='Mac &amp; Cheese'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638385981410803744</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/R1jd38W_YuI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yB52N7xtdPE/s72-c/mac+and+cheese++3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560926862798585874.post-7893926521081827782</id><published>2007-10-31T06:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:14:48.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars Nerds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RyiLFeJz0WI/AAAAAAAAANg/3MOR1HoRI44/s1600-h/10-2007+++6073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RyiLFeJz0WI/AAAAAAAAANg/3MOR1HoRI44/s400/10-2007+++6073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127501101871124834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ari the Tie-fighter Pilot. Thanks to a figurine that Morgan gave us. John did such a good job on the costume, he made the box in front really lights up and he made it out of pvc pipe and bondo. The boots are just shoes with vinyl glued to them. I need to get closes up so you can see what a good job John did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RyiKeeJz0VI/AAAAAAAAANY/HZd0MeK7fSA/s1600-h/10-2007+++6075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RyiKeeJz0VI/AAAAAAAAANY/HZd0MeK7fSA/s400/10-2007+++6075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127500431856226642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jedi Luke Nico, as he likes to say it. I can't believe how stoked he is on his costume. He was so set on being Jedi Luke, I tried to convince him of being a different Luke (a chubby three year old in all black can look pretty funny, I wanted to protect his feelings), but he wouldn't have it, he would say "no! Jedi Luke, two boots one glove".  So there you have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560926862798585874-7893926521081827782?l=whitneybushman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/feeds/7893926521081827782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560926862798585874&amp;postID=7893926521081827782' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/7893926521081827782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/7893926521081827782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/2007/10/ari-tie-fighter-pilot.html' title='Star Wars Nerds'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638385981410803744</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RyiLFeJz0WI/AAAAAAAAANg/3MOR1HoRI44/s72-c/10-2007+++6073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560926862798585874.post-6696070072951992260</id><published>2007-10-28T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:14:50.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Needs Cigarettes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RydIuuJz0TI/AAAAAAAAANM/otqaYfcfD4c/s1600-h/10-2007+++6010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RydIuuJz0TI/AAAAAAAAANM/otqaYfcfD4c/s400/10-2007+++6010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127146668284956978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RydIrOJz0SI/AAAAAAAAANE/Eyx-uENncnc/s1600-h/10-2007+++6014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RydIrOJz0SI/AAAAAAAAANE/Eyx-uENncnc/s400/10-2007+++6014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127146608155414818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturdays War Protest, Ari made his own sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RydHPeJz0PI/AAAAAAAAAMw/6y9cQjjhYgA/s1600-h/10-2007+++6048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RydHPeJz0PI/AAAAAAAAAMw/6y9cQjjhYgA/s400/10-2007+++6048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127145031902417138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RyU12eJz0NI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ilvzAizftV0/s1600-h/10-2007+++6024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RyU12eJz0NI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ilvzAizftV0/s400/10-2007+++6024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126562960754594002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This woman wants to be Miss Utah, she wants to have her picture taken with children and uses the f-word a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RyU1veJz0MI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Des8JbjxyKk/s1600-h/10-2007+++6033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RyU1veJz0MI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Des8JbjxyKk/s400/10-2007+++6033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126562840495509698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ari made this sign also, we couldn't figure it out, I think he was trying to copy a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ron&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;paul&lt;/span&gt; sign (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kim&lt;/span&gt; you should be proud).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RyU0teJz0KI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eD1BWWzBbgs/s1600-h/10-2007+++6063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RyU0teJz0KI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eD1BWWzBbgs/s400/10-2007+++6063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126561706624143522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a long day of protesting (which really ended up being a nice peaceful walk from the capital to the courthouse, I can't believe how many hoops you have to jump through to do something like this, did you know a stick to hold a sign is considered a concealed weapon?)&lt;br /&gt;Nico fell asleep, and became a stand for people to pick up the Mormon Worker. It is  a paper that my siblings and friends have been working on, it is pretty interesting, and has gotten a really positive response from the Salt Lake Tribune and the Washington Post. I am proud of them.  There website doesn't seem to be working, but please let me know if you would like a copy. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RyU0guJz0II/AAAAAAAAAMA/9Dc2FriYafs/s1600-h/10-2007+++6075.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560926862798585874-6696070072951992260?l=whitneybushman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/feeds/6696070072951992260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560926862798585874&amp;postID=6696070072951992260' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/6696070072951992260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/6696070072951992260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/2007/10/baby-needs-cigerettes.html' title='Baby Needs Cigarettes'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638385981410803744</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RydIuuJz0TI/AAAAAAAAANM/otqaYfcfD4c/s72-c/10-2007+++6010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560926862798585874.post-7664806453474931083</id><published>2007-10-24T12:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:14:51.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart my mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rx-b1OCmKoI/AAAAAAAAALg/BtJVbm0ozEE/s1600-h/boys+room++5913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rx-b1OCmKoI/AAAAAAAAALg/BtJVbm0ozEE/s400/boys+room++5913.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124986239575272066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just want to say I love my mother. She schedule time with me on her calendar a month ago to come over on Oct. 19th. And she did come, and it was worth the wait. She helped me clean the boy’s room. She taught me all the tips like make the boys clean their room before they go to sleep, and they will not only sleep better, they will want it clean. I wish she had taught me this as a child, because I am afraid that I am becoming addicted to sleeping pills, and I do not want to clean my room at all. It was a lovely day, I love my boy’s room and just like to lay in it and look at all of the good kid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rx-bv-CmKnI/AAAAAAAAALY/kDgdWzYtqGk/s1600-h/boys+room++5912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rx-bv-CmKnI/AAAAAAAAALY/kDgdWzYtqGk/s400/boys+room++5912.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124986149380958834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rx-brOCmKmI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4cpmcDKowG8/s1600-h/boys+room++5922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rx-brOCmKmI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4cpmcDKowG8/s400/boys+room++5922.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124986067776580194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rx-bmeCmKlI/AAAAAAAAALI/ufLYOj9rKGU/s1600-h/boys+room++5911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rx-bmeCmKlI/AAAAAAAAALI/ufLYOj9rKGU/s400/boys+room++5911.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124985986172201554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rx-bi-CmKkI/AAAAAAAAALA/HCTdXzlJ824/s1600-h/boys+room++5910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rx-bi-CmKkI/AAAAAAAAALA/HCTdXzlJ824/s400/boys+room++5910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124985926042659394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kind of creepy but hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rx-bcOCmKjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/P19HYTPC2RA/s1600-h/boys+room++5907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rx-bcOCmKjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/P19HYTPC2RA/s400/boys+room++5907.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124985810078542386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rx-bXOCmKiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vT85qjSqxPQ/s1600-h/boys+room++5909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rx-bXOCmKiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vT85qjSqxPQ/s400/boys+room++5909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124985724179196450" border="0" /&gt;If anyone is stuck within 200 miles of my mom she will come and pick you up, that is just the type of person she is. I want to be just like her. (If you are stuck somewhere you might have to pay for the gas, I am still not as well to do as my Mom.) So I got to got to Pocatello Idaho  to pick up some of Cory’s stranded friends. I guess the good people of Idaho don’t like to give rides to hitchhikers. I kind of understand, they kind of did stink.  I just like that I got to spend time with my Mom two times in one week. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560926862798585874-7664806453474931083?l=whitneybushman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/feeds/7664806453474931083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560926862798585874&amp;postID=7664806453474931083' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/7664806453474931083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/7664806453474931083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-heart-my-mom.html' title='I heart my mom'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638385981410803744</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rx-b1OCmKoI/AAAAAAAAALg/BtJVbm0ozEE/s72-c/boys+room++5913.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560926862798585874.post-5863190712849443585</id><published>2007-10-23T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:14:52.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rx5RPOCmKhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1WipBjduDr8/s1600-h/_DSC0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rx5RPOCmKhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1WipBjduDr8/s400/_DSC0057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124622747903076882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rx5RLeCmKgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/00Ohwtw8iFg/s1600-h/_DSC0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rx5RLeCmKgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/00Ohwtw8iFg/s400/_DSC0022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124622683478567426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rx5RGuCmKfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/YiJxifi0qhA/s1600-h/_DSC0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rx5RGuCmKfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/YiJxifi0qhA/s400/_DSC0021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124622601874188786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560926862798585874-5863190712849443585?l=whitneybushman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/feeds/5863190712849443585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560926862798585874&amp;postID=5863190712849443585' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/5863190712849443585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/5863190712849443585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638385981410803744</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rx5RPOCmKhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1WipBjduDr8/s72-c/_DSC0057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560926862798585874.post-6375481222829217114</id><published>2007-09-14T15:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:14:56.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>late summer party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RusI8NfoTBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/05qfEp8FL4s/s1600-h/B-day++2894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RusI8NfoTBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/05qfEp8FL4s/s400/B-day++2894.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110188032689458194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RusIUNfoTAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cy-VPXK2kUE/s1600-h/B-day++2995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RusIUNfoTAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cy-VPXK2kUE/s400/B-day++2995.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110187345494690818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RusIBNfoS_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/YlmCc-csYO4/s1600-h/B-day++2927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RusIBNfoS_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/YlmCc-csYO4/s400/B-day++2927.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110187019077176306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RusHvdfoS-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/hijH-pw0PA4/s1600-h/B-day++2904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RusHvdfoS-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/hijH-pw0PA4/s400/B-day++2904.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110186714134498274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RusHZ9foS9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/AJyWqB_Mz5E/s1600-h/B-day++2866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RusHZ9foS9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/AJyWqB_Mz5E/s400/B-day++2866.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110186344767310802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RusHKdfoS8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9tkwyWSxb9w/s1600-h/B-day++2878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RusHKdfoS8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9tkwyWSxb9w/s400/B-day++2878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110186078479338434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RusG-9foS7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/tMa9oozSImo/s1600-h/B-day++2858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RusG-9foS7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/tMa9oozSImo/s400/B-day++2858.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110185880910842802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RusG09foS6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/NxOXKMJob_8/s1600-h/B-day++2832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RusG09foS6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/NxOXKMJob_8/s400/B-day++2832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110185709112150946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560926862798585874-6375481222829217114?l=whitneybushman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/feeds/6375481222829217114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560926862798585874&amp;postID=6375481222829217114' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/6375481222829217114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/6375481222829217114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/2007/09/late-summer-party.html' title='late summer party'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638385981410803744</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RusI8NfoTBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/05qfEp8FL4s/s72-c/B-day++2894.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560926862798585874.post-4598403055853957639</id><published>2007-08-14T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:14:56.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RsGrzISWeZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WrFsk5jBRGY/s1600-h/_DSC0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RsGrzISWeZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WrFsk5jBRGY/s400/_DSC0073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098545148046244242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Car on fire (not a great shot because i was afraid to get out of my car, the car made popping sounds as i drove by with my camera out the window) That is the most visually exciting thing that has happened.&lt;br /&gt;    The sheet rocker is DONE!!! He is a true artist, and a hippie who dances around a tree for four days with out food or water, then smokes paotee, this is what caused a three week delay, evidently you need a lot of recovery time after you do that. It looks great, we are painting today, the floors should get done next week. And then I can move all of the office crap out of the kitchen, and be happy again.&lt;br /&gt;    What I am really excited for is to get my sewing machine out of storage, I am having withdrawals. I am also having flash backs of growing up in construction, which kind of exciting when you would have contest of who could hit the biggest whole in the wall, but not when your boyfriend comes over and your parents wave to him from bed trough the whole in the wall.  John wants to redo the kitchen, and I am saying no, I just can't handle it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560926862798585874-4598403055853957639?l=whitneybushman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/feeds/4598403055853957639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560926862798585874&amp;postID=4598403055853957639' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/4598403055853957639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/4598403055853957639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/2007/08/car-on-fire-it-is-not-great-shot.html' title=''/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638385981410803744</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RsGrzISWeZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WrFsk5jBRGY/s72-c/_DSC0073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560926862798585874.post-81811697939059746</id><published>2007-08-07T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:14:56.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rrk-zISWeYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gpdC-YDltk0/s1600-h/hair+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rrk-zISWeYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gpdC-YDltk0/s400/hair+123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096173501465131394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to answer andi's question  yes i did get my hair cut. i don't know what i was thinking, and when anyone asks me if they should get their hair cut, i say of course you should. if anyone wonders about my pose, the hair cut is a version of posh spices hair, and i channeled her for the iphotobooth pose. she is kind of hot, even though i hate to admit it.  anika (morgans sister) she is my new hair stylist,  she owns aerolab on broadway it SLC.I highly recommend her. This is taken after weeding my garden and being hot all day, imagine what it would look like if i actually did it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560926862798585874-81811697939059746?l=whitneybushman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/feeds/81811697939059746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560926862798585874&amp;postID=81811697939059746' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/81811697939059746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/81811697939059746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-answer-andis-question-yes-i-did-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638385981410803744</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rrk-zISWeYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gpdC-YDltk0/s72-c/hair+123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560926862798585874.post-8147633606547128080</id><published>2007-08-02T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:14:56.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>08.02.02</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RrJn2ISWeXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HEF4piWnmVI/s1600-h/john+and+whitney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RrJn2ISWeXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HEF4piWnmVI/s400/john+and+whitney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094248308144503154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five long and happy years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560926862798585874-8147633606547128080?l=whitneybushman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/feeds/8147633606547128080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560926862798585874&amp;postID=8147633606547128080' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/8147633606547128080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/8147633606547128080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/2007/08/080202.html' title='08.02.02'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638385981410803744</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RrJn2ISWeXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HEF4piWnmVI/s72-c/john+and+whitney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560926862798585874.post-4818671321645794848</id><published>2007-08-01T21:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:14:56.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Burdicks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RrFfH4SWeVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dgEhEoyHZcI/s1600-h/Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rqn5P4SWeQI/AAAAAAAAADw/u_kPzRMuxGI/s400/jedi+hans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rqinl4SWeNI/AAAAAAAAADI/RkWaUsq7Vh0/s1600-h/jedijon-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is obsessed with Star Wars. Even me, I was Princess Leia for Halloween (a lot) and not that long ago. If I ever had twins I am afraid that I would have to name them Luke and Leia. And yes I would do side buns on her head. Which would be the sole reason if I ever had a girl I would ever grow here hair out. I am a little sick of it. Whenever I see it on I want to poke my eyes out a little bit. I can't admit this to my family, they would think of me as a traitor. Ari would cry (he did once when Cory told him she didn't like it, it was a lie by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rqn4FYSWeOI/AAAAAAAAADg/3RKm5X9SKKc/s1600-h/_DSC0396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091873625021511906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rqn4FYSWeOI/AAAAAAAAADg/3RKm5X9SKKc/s400/_DSC0396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rqih9YSWeMI/AAAAAAAAADA/x6Hw70G7kTQ/s1600-h/jedi+hans.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RpJHkcLlkBI/AAAAAAAAABI/1vKvAc5CXJs/s1600-h/_DSC0396.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At two Nico favorite song is Star Wars (which is a melody of all songs sung to a variety of words usually, Mom Papa Mom Papa) he sing it in his sleep, during any hymn at church, it is a pretty consistent thing actually. Everything is a light saber, and he will challenge anyone to a duel, Ari he doesn't challenge, he just goes for it. I have had to confiscate many versions of light sabers, a pretzel, a stick that he tore off the flag from on the forth, and every utensil. He makes light saber noises, uses the force with his hand, and will fall if he has been hit. He has stolen Ari Bobo Fett cod piece which goes awesome with a diaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RpJHLcLlkAI/AAAAAAAAABA/8SHbtocm3PQ/s1600-h/bobo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rqn4TYSWePI/AAAAAAAAADo/AGfQTRfot8I/s1600-h/_DSC0344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091873865539680498" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rqn4TYSWePI/AAAAAAAAADo/AGfQTRfot8I/s400/_DSC0344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ari has now moved on, he was once like Nico, but now he nows all of the characters. He wanted to be Bobba Fett for Halloween, and John created this costume. Complete with a cod piece and a jet pack. Because that is how crazy John is about star wars. (He won't tell me how much it ended up costing.) It took days of John molding plastic, painting and scuffing in armor in the right places. Now John wants to make Nico a Storm trooper, I just hope that he is still in diapers by then, because there is nothing as cool as a storm trooper in a diaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rqn60YSWeRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Tf-XK8_W8Uw/s1600-h/jedijon-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091876631498619154" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rqn60YSWeRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Tf-XK8_W8Uw/s400/jedijon-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560926862798585874-6204093717510832023?l=whitneybushman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/feeds/6204093717510832023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560926862798585874&amp;postID=6204093717510832023' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/6204093717510832023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/6204093717510832023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/2007/07/dadada-star-wars.html' title='DA DA DA Star Wars'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638385981410803744</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/Rqn5P4SWeQI/AAAAAAAAADw/u_kPzRMuxGI/s72-c/jedi+hans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560926862798585874.post-8986711792350476592</id><published>2007-07-20T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:15:01.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rocky mountian highs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RqC-hJOZ4NI/AAAAAAAAAC4/afez7g92QQc/s1600-h/colorado++1408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RqC-hJOZ4NI/AAAAAAAAAC4/afez7g92QQc/s400/colorado++1408.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089277055549956306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RqC-ZpOZ4MI/AAAAAAAAACw/BNoTHC2qUmc/s1600-h/colorado++1451+-+Version+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RqC-ZpOZ4MI/AAAAAAAAACw/BNoTHC2qUmc/s400/colorado++1451+-+Version+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089276926700937410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RqC-OJOZ4LI/AAAAAAAAACo/3UYS9T8RsQk/s1600-h/colorado++1377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RqC-OJOZ4LI/AAAAAAAAACo/3UYS9T8RsQk/s400/colorado++1377.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089276729132441778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RqC825OZ4FI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QL03rOxwFCo/s1600-h/colorado++1343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RqC825OZ4FI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QL03rOxwFCo/s400/colorado++1343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089275230188855378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I have learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- If Andi ever calls you to go on a road trip, go. Don't think about the fact that there will be four children under four who are resistant to the effects of benadryl. Because it will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-If you are ever in the situation of peeing by the side of Andi's van at two in the morning it the parking lot of a Wendy's smelling the stench of skunk she had just hit, don't worry she will not drive off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Releasing children from a car after a  four hour  car into a grocery store is a  very loud and frighting  thing. And it takes more then two mothers to control them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Four year olds are not afraid to try to ride a moose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Beautiful things are not always what they seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- Sleep is always better in your own bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RqC9K5OZ4HI/AAAAAAAAACI/aG6civmQqzA/s1600-h/colorado++1507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RqC9K5OZ4HI/AAAAAAAAACI/aG6civmQqzA/s400/colorado++1507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089275573786239090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RqC9WpOZ4II/AAAAAAAAACQ/ClSDfycaRfs/s1600-h/colorado++1563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RqC9WpOZ4II/AAAAAAAAACQ/ClSDfycaRfs/s400/colorado++1563.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089275775649702018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RqC9j5OZ4KI/AAAAAAAAACg/eqIhRozSfTY/s1600-h/colorado++1583.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560926862798585874-8986711792350476592?l=whitneybushman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/feeds/8986711792350476592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560926862798585874&amp;postID=8986711792350476592' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/8986711792350476592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/8986711792350476592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/2007/07/rocky-mountian-highs.html' title='rocky mountian highs'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638385981410803744</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RqC-hJOZ4NI/AAAAAAAAAC4/afez7g92QQc/s72-c/colorado++1408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560926862798585874.post-8177107909262702457</id><published>2007-07-11T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:15:01.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I am doing now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RpWOP5OZ4BI/AAAAAAAAABY/nyo4SnPwAyw/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RpWOP5OZ4BI/AAAAAAAAABY/nyo4SnPwAyw/s400/family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086127757895262226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have cut back on my hours at work to one full day and one part day a week. i want more time for my children for john and for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to make a website and try to get some photography work. i love to take photos of children and weddings, so that is what i am going to focus on. Andi once told me that i just need to just sell myself. so that is what i am going to try to do. i am going to work on my art, and my crafts and see if i can support my creative habits. i have been so excited that i haven’t been able so sleep. staying up at night thinking about all of the things i am going to be able to accomplish in my spare time. because of not sleeping i spend most of the day laying on the couch and wishing i could get some rest. i hope this will stop soon and that i can put my new found excitement to  work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikea and julie buck, are now both in utah (at least julie is here until friday). i feel like i am living in a dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was originally made in june, right before 'the flood' so the website is still in the works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560926862798585874-8177107909262702457?l=whitneybushman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/feeds/8177107909262702457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560926862798585874&amp;postID=8177107909262702457' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/8177107909262702457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/8177107909262702457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-i-am-doing-now.html' title='What I am doing now.'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638385981410803744</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RpWOP5OZ4BI/AAAAAAAAABY/nyo4SnPwAyw/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560926862798585874.post-1137158260491428299</id><published>2007-07-11T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:15:01.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dirty kids, dirty house/ June 6 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from a prevous blog no one ever saw, because know one knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RpWNBZOZ4AI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xgFZkK5aKo8/s1600-h/nico+sink"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RpWNBZOZ4AI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xgFZkK5aKo8/s400/nico+sink" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086126409275531266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have resorted to washing my children in the sink. The basement has flooded and the other bathroom is under construction. We will be able to bathe upstairs as of today. I was afraid that I was going to relive my teenage years (actually my whole child hood until I was 24) of living in the mist of a remodel. I should have cleaned out the sink before throwing Nico in. But I was watching my Emily Shakes kids also. Four boys does not leave much time for cleaning. I was just happy to get a kid clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560926862798585874-1137158260491428299?l=whitneybushman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/feeds/1137158260491428299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560926862798585874&amp;postID=1137158260491428299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/1137158260491428299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/1137158260491428299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/2007/07/dirty-kids-dirty-house-june-6-2007.html' title='dirty kids, dirty house/ June 6 2007'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638385981410803744</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RpWNBZOZ4AI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xgFZkK5aKo8/s72-c/nico+sink' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560926862798585874.post-6190279081340057727</id><published>2007-07-08T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:15:02.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>under pressure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RpFdycLlj8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/9ZvY_0kyjqs/s1600-h/DSC_0513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RpFdycLlj8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/9ZvY_0kyjqs/s400/DSC_0513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084948575417634754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling some pressure to start this blog. how can i be a good friend or family member if my friends and family can not occasionally peek into my life. i have a little bit of phobia of email and instant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;communication&lt;/span&gt;, i don't like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;telephone&lt;/span&gt;, i think i just don't like to talk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; much. or type for that matter, and reading through this i can see why, i sound kind of dumb. oh well.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RpFeAMLlj-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/RwtJjufCIrY/s1600-h/_DSC0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RpFeAMLlj-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/RwtJjufCIrY/s400/_DSC0047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084948811640836066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came home from work and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ari&lt;/span&gt; dressed himself.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nicos&lt;/span&gt;  black pants and and his black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;zapatisa&lt;/span&gt;  t-shirt, were awesome.  i told him he look like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rock star&lt;/span&gt;.  he asked why, and i explained that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rock stars&lt;/span&gt;  wore black to look cool. he informed me that he just wore black because he liked it.  at least he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; wear 'black on the outside, because that is how  he feels on the inside'.  my goal in  life is to keep him from that.&lt;br /&gt;nico is pretty cute to. even when he drinks his "chocolate milk shake" but not so much when he dumps  it all over the floor and then paints with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560926862798585874-6190279081340057727?l=whitneybushman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/feeds/6190279081340057727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560926862798585874&amp;postID=6190279081340057727' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/6190279081340057727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560926862798585874/posts/default/6190279081340057727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneybushman.blogspot.com/2007/07/under-pressure.html' title='under pressure'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04638385981410803744</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPuT3z7QS8Y/RpFdycLlj8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/9ZvY_0kyjqs/s72-c/DSC_0513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
