<?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-5419393155535694332</id><updated>2012-01-24T08:51:16.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jackman Krew</title><subtitle type='html'>You Can't Run Off Ugly!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-2701317964725131486</id><published>2011-04-19T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T08:51:44.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Picture</title><content type='html'>I just checked out my own blog and realized that I really need to post a new family picture! We look nothing like "those" parents anymore. I think we will take one on Sunday cuz my SIL takes good ones ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-2701317964725131486?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/2701317964725131486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=2701317964725131486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2701317964725131486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2701317964725131486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-picture.html' title='New Picture'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-6069307094055541934</id><published>2010-09-21T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T09:47:54.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO...... I'm thinking of posting pics from the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking..........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-6069307094055541934?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/6069307094055541934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=6069307094055541934' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/6069307094055541934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/6069307094055541934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2010/09/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-7151756626235179982</id><published>2010-04-12T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T10:13:06.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Turd turns 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/S8NSqsZNRJI/AAAAAAAAAqE/PvyECJ3iwo4/s1600/DSC00724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/S8NSqsZNRJI/AAAAAAAAAqE/PvyECJ3iwo4/s320/DSC00724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459298066728043666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Trying to smile while holding on to his "scowl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/S8NSp_01gyI/AAAAAAAAAp8/IHN23nMhfsM/s1600/Copy+of+DSC00719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/S8NSp_01gyI/AAAAAAAAAp8/IHN23nMhfsM/s320/Copy+of+DSC00719.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459298054764331810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           super tired after Easter. at least his shoes match his PJ's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/S8NSpKc-P-I/AAAAAAAAAp0/SOXzseHk-NA/s1600/DSC00711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/S8NSpKc-P-I/AAAAAAAAAp0/SOXzseHk-NA/s320/DSC00711.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459298040437161954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     holding on for dear life at Knott's Berry Farm. he was shaking. it was funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/S8NSosCWaKI/AAAAAAAAAps/F0N67b0SUBo/s1600/DSC00697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/S8NSosCWaKI/AAAAAAAAAps/F0N67b0SUBo/s320/DSC00697.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459298032272435362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             Just being his "turd" self. &lt;br /&gt;             always climbing on the counter while I'm cooking. really safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/S8NSoJvLqyI/AAAAAAAAApk/s7CozjsamOw/s1600/DSC00695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/S8NSoJvLqyI/AAAAAAAAApk/s7CozjsamOw/s320/DSC00695.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459298023065234210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me start out by saying that Ace is the biggest little crap ever! He threw the craziest tantrum last night @ 10pm cuz he didn't want to sleep in his bed/crib. He wanted to take my place in my bed! And when he finally fell asleep, he woke up again 5 minutes later crying! I finally had to take him to sleep in the guest bed so Rick (who is sick) could get some sleep. To top it all off, Cade woke up screaming, as usual, and then after I got him to go back to sleep Ace woke up again! I.am.tired. today! But, he is still the cutest 2 year old "turd" ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do a big party because we went to San Diego on his Birthday and we have a plethora of Ball games every Saturday until the end of May. So I made cupcakes on Easter and thought since my whole family, and 11 other kids, would be there, what better time to celebrate! His birthday is at a great time of year because at least we see one side of the family during Easter so I am thinking we will always celebrate it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love our "Ace of Base", "the TURD", "Turd Bomber", "Ace Bomb Base" and our "Ace the Base the Stinky Face" even if he is a little sh.. I mean poop ;). But we are, for sure, buying him his own "real bed" for his birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-7151756626235179982?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/7151756626235179982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=7151756626235179982' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/7151756626235179982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/7151756626235179982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2010/04/turd-turns-2.html' title='The Turd turns 2!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/S8NSqsZNRJI/AAAAAAAAAqE/PvyECJ3iwo4/s72-c/DSC00724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-8733942928480333522</id><published>2010-03-22T13:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T13:13:49.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So excited for our 10 year Anniversary! I just booked a 7 night cruise to Mexico! And we will actually be on the cruise the date of our anniversary. Can't wait!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-8733942928480333522?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/8733942928480333522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=8733942928480333522' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/8733942928480333522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/8733942928480333522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-excited-for-our-10-year-anniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-8548163447436480126</id><published>2010-02-08T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T12:30:18.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Might be TMI, but it's a cute story anyway!</title><content type='html'>So, I hadn't had my monthly curse (or blessing in this case) since December. Well, I didn't think much of it, seeing as though Rick was "broken" around this time last year. But When February got here, I was beginning to think that he wasn't shooting blanks after all. I took like 5 EPT's and they were all negative, whew! But i got to thinking, Rick really needs to go back and get those suckers checked! So last week I was beginning to think that baby #6 might be on his way, but to my delight, I got IT!!!!! YAY for me! So I told Ricky the good news and he was actually sad! What!? Then he said that having babies with me is never a bad thing and that he really did think that i was Pregnant. He was looking forward to having 6 KIDS! Well, this is information that could have been used a year ago. But anyway, I'm glad that we will not be having any more kids, ever, unless, by the grace of God, a miracle happens (which I an NOT hoping for in the slightest)! Just gotta wait for the OK that he really was broken. So my advice.... Go back for that 2nd visit to get the goods checked or you will always wonder and be worried!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-8548163447436480126?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/8548163447436480126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=8548163447436480126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/8548163447436480126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/8548163447436480126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2010/02/might-be-tmi-but-its-cute-story-anyway.html' title='Might be TMI, but it&apos;s a cute story anyway!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-2702107491533042238</id><published>2009-12-06T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T14:43:12.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Family Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SxwzPWjjhsI/AAAAAAAAAok/yeEwSam-p9E/s1600-h/Tamales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SxwzPWjjhsI/AAAAAAAAAok/yeEwSam-p9E/s320/Tamales.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412257191038256834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-2702107491533042238?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/2702107491533042238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=2702107491533042238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2702107491533042238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2702107491533042238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2009/12/family-friend.html' title='A Family Friend'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SxwzPWjjhsI/AAAAAAAAAok/yeEwSam-p9E/s72-c/Tamales.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-8109884568490850266</id><published>2009-11-16T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T11:46:29.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just wanted to toot my own horn for a moment. I painted these dried gourds and made them into ornaments last Friday at our Enrichment night. Let me just say... they may not look like much, but it took me a heck of a long time to finish them. Rick was proud of me, so I'm good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SwGrUvQs2bI/AAAAAAAAAoc/WG7fRCB_x6M/s1600/DSC00528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SwGrUvQs2bI/AAAAAAAAAoc/WG7fRCB_x6M/s320/DSC00528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404789400593553842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love the "Deer caught in the Headlights" look?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-8109884568490850266?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/8109884568490850266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=8109884568490850266' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/8109884568490850266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/8109884568490850266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-wanted-to-toot-my-own-horn-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SwGrUvQs2bI/AAAAAAAAAoc/WG7fRCB_x6M/s72-c/DSC00528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-2178120787366290009</id><published>2009-09-04T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T10:44:27.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was looking through my camera last night and realized how many pics I haven't posted about. We have had a fun summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SqFK1q6EneI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/JImarjwocYo/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC00293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SqFK1q6EneI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/JImarjwocYo/s320/Copy+of+DSC00293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377661715968466402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake turned 7 at the end of June. I love this one of him at his party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SqFK2GRKYeI/AAAAAAAAAmY/qrWUG9sqxEw/s1600-h/DSC00346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SqFK2GRKYeI/AAAAAAAAAmY/qrWUG9sqxEw/s320/DSC00346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377661723313070562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick and I went to a 311 concert in San Diego, but before we went out to dinner we saw this guy on the side of the road when we were waiting for the light. We gave him $5 for such a creative sign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SqFK3O6oG6I/AAAAAAAAAmo/FKQ00_XHSY4/s1600-h/DSC00393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SqFK3O6oG6I/AAAAAAAAAmo/FKQ00_XHSY4/s320/DSC00393.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377661742814337954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and SIL went on a cruise and so their kids got to spend some time with us. Jett and Sophia just LOVE each other. We were wondering why we hadn't seen them in a while and why they were being so quiet. Then we saw this. It was the middle of the day and Jett rarely takes a nap. We thought that they must have just decided "hey, i have this blankie that is so soft and comfy, you wanna share it with me and take a little snooze while we're at it?" I love, love, love those two. I secretly want Sophie for my own. Well not really secretly, I voice it openly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SqFK2nTsEhI/AAAAAAAAAmg/8nA1JUP-RsM/s1600-h/DSC00384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SqFK2nTsEhI/AAAAAAAAAmg/8nA1JUP-RsM/s320/DSC00384.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377661732182037010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Target to get a slip and slide for the kids and found the one Cade requested. It's the one with the skim board. Well, they got tired of that and pulled out the boogie boards. Ace always wants in on the action. He kept getting on, as if waiting for a wave to take him for a ride, and the kids kept yelling at him to move so they could use it. Such a turd, but so cute at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SqFOLIvfT-I/AAAAAAAAAnA/sq0nV6hMsf4/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SqFOLIvfT-I/AAAAAAAAAnA/sq0nV6hMsf4/s320/DSC00368.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377665383289278434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SqFOKWKU9kI/AAAAAAAAAm4/apVr5ZM3rmU/s1600-h/DSC00367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SqFOKWKU9kI/AAAAAAAAAm4/apVr5ZM3rmU/s320/DSC00367.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377665369711638082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SqFOJzN3O9I/AAAAAAAAAmw/GHFro94jKVI/s1600-h/DSC00366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SqFOJzN3O9I/AAAAAAAAAmw/GHFro94jKVI/s320/DSC00366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377665360331226066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Rick came home from Hawaii we took the kids to the OC Fair to spend some family time together. That place is a money pit! But we had fun anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SqFOLl6bhHI/AAAAAAAAAnI/_fVWNB7Y8Cc/s1600-h/DSC00378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SqFOLl6bhHI/AAAAAAAAAnI/_fVWNB7Y8Cc/s320/DSC00378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377665391119795314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the biggest Steer I have ever, and probably will ever see! It looked like it should be Paul Bunyan's ox. It was that BIG! Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SqFPf0Nyt_I/AAAAAAAAAng/aJly0CgfCgE/s1600-h/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SqFPf0Nyt_I/AAAAAAAAAng/aJly0CgfCgE/s320/DSC00398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377666838068115442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SqFPfCRS6dI/AAAAAAAAAnY/NRqxtV2CvRs/s1600-h/DSC00397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SqFPfCRS6dI/AAAAAAAAAnY/NRqxtV2CvRs/s320/DSC00397.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377666824661035474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SqFPepwTndI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/A0G6IAMSJlc/s1600-h/DSC00396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SqFPepwTndI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/A0G6IAMSJlc/s320/DSC00396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377666818080218578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Palm Springs to the same hotel I grew up going to. It's nothing fancy, but we all had a great time hanging by the pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SqFPgYwonmI/AAAAAAAAAno/mfqlliLSZfo/s1600-h/DSC00399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SqFPgYwonmI/AAAAAAAAAno/mfqlliLSZfo/s320/DSC00399.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377666847877930594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SqFPg9fR6eI/AAAAAAAAAnw/p_DCwKZuxrw/s1600-h/DSC00404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SqFPg9fR6eI/AAAAAAAAAnw/p_DCwKZuxrw/s320/DSC00404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377666857737251298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick and Kaleigh's birthday's are a day apart so they are usually celebrated together. Kaleigh was so excited to get a phone! Doesn't every 9 year old need a phone? HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-2178120787366290009?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/2178120787366290009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=2178120787366290009' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2178120787366290009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2178120787366290009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-looking-through-my-camera-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SqFK1q6EneI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/JImarjwocYo/s72-c/Copy+of+DSC00293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-1833247294469677966</id><published>2009-07-23T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:21:26.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence makes the Heart grow fonder...</title><content type='html'>... or crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Rick has been gone since Sunday, and I'm crazy missing him! Again I feel like a single mom, remembering all too well our life in Utah the last 7 months or so that we lived there. At least this is only for a week (hopefully). The good thing about it is that he gets to eat fish every night at Irifuni's in Honolulu, one of his favorite places for Fish. And I don't have to rack my brain for dinner dishes. How does cereal, corn dogs and mac n' cheese sound? And I get to clean my disaster of a house when all the kids are asleep. That way I know it will stay somewhat clean until I wake up. But, dealing with 5 kids all by yourself who love to fight, cry and scream.... Man that's a good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to Husband's we can't live without (hand in the air, holding my Red Bull, waiting for a "cheers")!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-1833247294469677966?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/1833247294469677966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=1833247294469677966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/1833247294469677966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/1833247294469677966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2009/07/absence-makes-heart-grow-fonder.html' title='Absence makes the Heart grow fonder...'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-2080347444537200671</id><published>2009-07-19T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:13:29.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Independance Day</title><content type='html'>We had a great Forth. It started with the 4 older kids going to the tide pools with Grandma Sherri and Papa. So, you know it must have been a good day with only one kid in the house ;). Rick and I took Ace to breakfast at Sunny's and then I got a new Bike! It's called the "Lahaina" (appropriate for us, don't ya think). It is sooooooo cute I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SmNrpkkLs8I/AAAAAAAAAk4/xYI0_r39PjI/s1600-h/Lahaina_CocaBut_dspl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SmNrpkkLs8I/AAAAAAAAAk4/xYI0_r39PjI/s320/Lahaina_CocaBut_dspl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360246343435269058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after the kids got home, we went to the Hudson's to start the Holiday festivities. The kids went swimming and Rick and I just relaxed (as much as we could with our busy baby) and ate some awesome ribs. &lt;br /&gt;Then when it got dark, we went to Drew's [Hudson] parents house in Costa Mesa cuz you can actually light fireworks there. All I'm gonna say is that we went to Wyoming the week before while we were in Utah... It was a great show, thanks to Ricky BB! It was a fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SmNu8Bd-YYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/kPREOog8IoA/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC00320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SmNu8Bd-YYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/kPREOog8IoA/s320/Copy+of+DSC00320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360249958966387074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SmNu7x9bf7I/AAAAAAAAAlY/WlHmAF0oqFc/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC00316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SmNu7x9bf7I/AAAAAAAAAlY/WlHmAF0oqFc/s320/Copy+of+DSC00316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360249954803351474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SmNu7as_S9I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Pz6yx9TI1ZM/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC00315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SmNu7as_S9I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Pz6yx9TI1ZM/s320/Copy+of+DSC00315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360249948560378834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SmNu6hf3SqI/AAAAAAAAAlA/5DAPAQq0wbg/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC00309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SmNu6hf3SqI/AAAAAAAAAlA/5DAPAQq0wbg/s320/Copy+of+DSC00309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360249933204507298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake and Cade with their stash of Glow Bracelets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SmNwGUOPMTI/AAAAAAAAAmI/W5WWvOV2x6o/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC00333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SmNwGUOPMTI/AAAAAAAAAmI/W5WWvOV2x6o/s320/Copy+of+DSC00333.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360251235310973234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SmNwGJoWoCI/AAAAAAAAAmA/K2Ahr1J3ycs/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC00331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SmNwGJoWoCI/AAAAAAAAAmA/K2Ahr1J3ycs/s320/Copy+of+DSC00331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360251232467722274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SmNwFiHZHXI/AAAAAAAAAl4/vS0zVuW5Sb4/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC00329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SmNwFiHZHXI/AAAAAAAAAl4/vS0zVuW5Sb4/s320/Copy+of+DSC00329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360251221860490610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he is happiest when he's playing with fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SmNwFSut7JI/AAAAAAAAAlw/vfyRk-uDOl4/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC00323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SmNwFSut7JI/AAAAAAAAAlw/vfyRk-uDOl4/s320/Copy+of+DSC00323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360251217730464914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-2080347444537200671?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/2080347444537200671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=2080347444537200671' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2080347444537200671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2080347444537200671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2009/07/independance-day.html' title='Independance Day'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SmNrpkkLs8I/AAAAAAAAAk4/xYI0_r39PjI/s72-c/Lahaina_CocaBut_dspl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-4714506925339419335</id><published>2009-07-19T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:37:10.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OK, I'm ready...</title><content type='html'>for a real post. &lt;br /&gt;This is surf camp. The kids had a blast. I only wish I had gone the whole week instead of the last day so I could have had more pics. All of the kids loved it but I think Cade liked it the most. That kid is a natural athlete. He popped right up on that board and rode the wave all the way to shore. Drake liked it, but really only tried the surfing because that's what I told him I paid for the camp for, To learn to surf! He would much rather body board or play on the beach. But, He also did great on the board. I'm so proud of both of them!&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I didn't get any pics of Kaleigh cuz I left my camera in the car and the walk was like a mile back. That is an entirely different story, so I won't get into it. She had fun though, except for the rash from the wet suit. Next year they will all have their own, one's that fit properly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SmNmcIo3MGI/AAAAAAAAAjo/T3TjVZdZlfM/s1600-h/DSC00336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SmNmcIo3MGI/AAAAAAAAAjo/T3TjVZdZlfM/s320/DSC00336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360240615042265186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SmNmcq1Os_I/AAAAAAAAAjw/CQSibWzW6iw/s1600-h/DSC00337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SmNmcq1Os_I/AAAAAAAAAjw/CQSibWzW6iw/s320/DSC00337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360240624220943346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SmNmdEOpENI/AAAAAAAAAkA/8yN8XZ5CAH0/s1600-h/DSC00339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SmNm2mU89pI/AAAAAAAAAko/ap6_-5UMZ6k/s320/DSC00344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360241069688419986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-4714506925339419335?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/4714506925339419335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=4714506925339419335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/4714506925339419335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/4714506925339419335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok-im-ready.html' title='OK, I&apos;m ready...'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SmNmcIo3MGI/AAAAAAAAAjo/T3TjVZdZlfM/s72-c/DSC00336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-3516539345859687061</id><published>2009-07-03T00:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:09:38.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Know...</title><content type='html'>that Red Bull, my guilty pleasure, has real bull semen in it? Great...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-3516539345859687061?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/3516539345859687061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=3516539345859687061' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/3516539345859687061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/3516539345859687061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2009/07/did-you-know.html' title='Did You Know...'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-6477609137338978950</id><published>2009-07-01T22:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:23:28.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate posting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-6477609137338978950?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/6477609137338978950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=6477609137338978950' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/6477609137338978950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/6477609137338978950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-4701079027939033737</id><published>2009-05-04T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:36:36.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Kid Free Weekend</title><content type='html'>.....was AWESOME! This year I got to plan the festivities (next year is our 10 year and I wanted Rick to be in charge of that one!) and decided to go to a bed and breakfast in Cardiff-By-the-Sea. It's a little beach town between Solana Beach and Encinitas. The place was cute and had different themed rooms. We got the last room with a king size bed, so we were in the "French Country" room. The rooms weren't the best decorated, but for the the type of place that it was (being and bed-and-breakfast and all), they were just fine. What was really amazing was the the roof top area with the jacuzzi and fire pit and seating areas that overlooked the ocean. That was cool! Needless to say, it was a perfect place to relax and just enjoy each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we went shopping at the, not so great, Carlsbad Outlets. We did manage to find a few good deals though, some shoes, sunglasses and clothes for Rick. Then that night we went to Island Prime in downtown San Diego. I am a lover of a great fillet and lobster and have had my fair share, but this place took the cake! It was D-licious!!!! I didn't even have room for dessert and that NEVER happens!!! Thanks again babe for finding the most perfect eating establishment ever!!! Oh yeah, I forgot to mention it was on stilts in the ocean and we had a window seat so it seemed like we were out to sea, very cool! I highly recommend it if you are ever in SD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday wrapped up the trip, but not before a stop a Tiffany's for a little Mother's day gift. Poor Rick, our anniversary, mother's day, and my birthday are all within 1 month of each other!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-4701079027939033737?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/4701079027939033737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=4701079027939033737' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/4701079027939033737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/4701079027939033737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-kid-free-weekend.html' title='Our Kid Free Weekend'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-2853643811435037150</id><published>2009-04-29T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:16:36.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Love Trips Down This Street....</title><content type='html'>Memory Lane.... &lt;br /&gt;My, oh my, how 9 years can change the appearance of people! &lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary, Babe! Love YOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SfiYhEocUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ZX5035dSkA4/s1600-h/Engagment+photos+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SfiYhEocUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ZX5035dSkA4/s320/Engagment+photos+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330177852939456818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the one we picked for our engagement pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SfiYg7uN1FI/AAAAAAAAAjY/rDs-9_fa6pk/s1600-h/Engagment+photos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SfiYg7uN1FI/AAAAAAAAAjY/rDs-9_fa6pk/s320/Engagment+photos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330177850547754066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SfiYgz5_aLI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/IZhc2_UGN-Y/s1600-h/Engagment+photos+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SfiYUeB5laI/AAAAAAAAAig/TG02_eqoGik/s320/Engagment+photos+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330177636418819490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-2853643811435037150?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/2853643811435037150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=2853643811435037150' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2853643811435037150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2853643811435037150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-love-trips-down-this-street.html' title='I Just Love Trips Down This Street....'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SfiYhEocUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ZX5035dSkA4/s72-c/Engagment+photos+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-8403674840239523656</id><published>2009-04-26T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:46:37.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a heads up......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade: My new name is Spike, call me Spike!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-8403674840239523656?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/8403674840239523656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=8403674840239523656' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/8403674840239523656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/8403674840239523656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-heads-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-1116615341150301711</id><published>2009-03-05T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:58:35.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay it forward...</title><content type='html'>I saw this on some one's blog and thought it was a fun idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first five people to respond to this post will get something from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My choice. For you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - I make no guarantees that you will like what I give you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - What I give/make you will be just for YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - It'll be done this year (might take a little while).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - You have no clue what it's going to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - I reserve the right to do something extremely strange (I didn't quite get this catch but thought I would leave it, just for giggles).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the catch is that you must repost this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they did win a FAB-U-LOUS gift from me (may and might be homemade, who knows)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-1116615341150301711?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/1116615341150301711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=1116615341150301711' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/1116615341150301711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/1116615341150301711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2009/03/pay-it-forward.html' title='Pay it forward...'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-7397808029705554205</id><published>2009-02-28T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T08:10:07.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball, Baseball, and more... Softball!!!</title><content type='html'>So here I am, slightly overdue, but the "Book" has gotten hold of me and wont let go! I'm so funny, I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to start... Well, my life is Baseball right now. Actually, to be exact, it's Softball, Baseball and T-Ball. We have one practice Monday, one on Tuesday, another on Wednesday, and then 2 on Thursday. Throw a game in the mix of those and then put 3 games on top of that on Saturday, and you get my crazy! But for those of you who know me know that I have waited for this time in my kids life for like forever. I mean, I really only procreated so I could have awesome athletes to call my own, right? Kind of! For a girl who was anything but athletic, I sure am crazy nuts about wanting my kids to LOVE and want to play sports, especially if we are talking about Baseball and Football. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Opening Day for both Drake and Cade. It was a blast to watch both of them play! We pretty much knew that Cade would be a natural, but were pleasantly surprised by Drake. He loves playing! Music to my ears!!! He is our "I want to be a Rocket Scientist or an Astronaut when I grow up" kid. He likes video games and cartoons and would be perfectly content with sitting on the couch all day, every day. So you see why I am so excited that he is enjoying himself. I know this is the first game and all, but I'm thinking that this is just the start to a long line (4 to be exact) of "Jackman" ball players! Can't wait until Tackle Football starts (flags are meant to be strung on poles, not boys)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SaqvGdsYq7I/AAAAAAAAAgY/49QBOuc7Ghc/s1600-h/Copy+of+100_2942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SaqvGdsYq7I/AAAAAAAAAgY/49QBOuc7Ghc/s320/Copy+of+100_2942.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308247636394421170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SaqvFxKVyhI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Dr6x7_WSzfY/s1600-h/Copy+of+100_2937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SaqvFxKVyhI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Dr6x7_WSzfY/s320/Copy+of+100_2937.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308247624440465938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SaqvFkgvvwI/AAAAAAAAAgI/zuJ5oa-ZeDQ/s1600-h/Copy+of+100_2936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SaqvFkgvvwI/AAAAAAAAAgI/zuJ5oa-ZeDQ/s320/Copy+of+100_2936.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308247621044780802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SaqvGtiycpI/AAAAAAAAAgg/2Ob6SfKAzoQ/s1600-h/100_2946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SaqvGtiycpI/AAAAAAAAAgg/2Ob6SfKAzoQ/s320/100_2946.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308247640649134738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SaqwzGzQ1II/AAAAAAAAAgo/e9BV4BgaP4w/s1600-h/100_2948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SaqwzGzQ1II/AAAAAAAAAgo/e9BV4BgaP4w/s320/100_2948.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308249502854993026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to give all the praise to Drake, but he has just really surprised both Rick and myself about the whole sport thing. I can't say he will stick with the enthusiasm, but a mom can dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Saquh5mAEFI/AAAAAAAAAfY/qDyWNOB9_ZM/s1600-h/100_2914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Saquh5mAEFI/AAAAAAAAAfY/qDyWNOB9_ZM/s320/100_2914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308247008228675666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SaqvFJbaVKI/AAAAAAAAAgA/eA5amIbM7lg/s1600-h/100_2930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SaqvFJbaVKI/AAAAAAAAAgA/eA5amIbM7lg/s320/100_2930.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308247613774648482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Saquii9FxcI/AAAAAAAAAfo/E-2LmMz-Omg/s1600-h/100_2921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Saquii9FxcI/AAAAAAAAAfo/E-2LmMz-Omg/s320/100_2921.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308247019331372482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SaqujAO0YvI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Lqb3PHhGhMo/s1600-h/100_2923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SaqujAO0YvI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Lqb3PHhGhMo/s320/100_2923.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308247027190358770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SaquiFpbwbI/AAAAAAAAAfg/UDVllLPtktY/s1600-h/Copy+of+100_2915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SaquiFpbwbI/AAAAAAAAAfg/UDVllLPtktY/s320/Copy+of+100_2915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308247011464298930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SaqujZSbIUI/AAAAAAAAAf4/6qeAQlhrOA8/s1600-h/100_2926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SaqujZSbIUI/AAAAAAAAAf4/6qeAQlhrOA8/s320/100_2926.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308247033916367170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaleigh... She takes a little while to warm up to all the practices (ok, she hates them) but she loves the games, so she endures them. She is getting better everyday! I love that she wants to try every sport, too. I never wanted to do anything as a kid or a teenager for that matter! I'm glad they all take after their dad in that area. Every time she has a game I forget my camera so no photos of her just yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a cute one of Ace, just for fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SaqymOnqM9I/AAAAAAAAAhA/AsWzxhlC6iU/s1600-h/100_2875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SaqymOnqM9I/AAAAAAAAAhA/AsWzxhlC6iU/s320/100_2875.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308251480638763986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-7397808029705554205?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/7397808029705554205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=7397808029705554205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/7397808029705554205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/7397808029705554205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2009/02/baseball-baseball-and-more-softball.html' title='Baseball, Baseball, and more... Softball!!!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SaqvGdsYq7I/AAAAAAAAAgY/49QBOuc7Ghc/s72-c/Copy+of+100_2942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-2386252137865441280</id><published>2009-01-20T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:27:26.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check out ludikus.blogspot.com for a great giveaway!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-2386252137865441280?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/2386252137865441280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=2386252137865441280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2386252137865441280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2386252137865441280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2009/01/check-out-ludikus.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-5350249224510299314</id><published>2009-01-07T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:21:15.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 5th to CADE!</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, Cade is a riot! His raspy voice, the way he points and shakes his finger while talking..... He has got to be my funniest kid. But he is also my most helpful kid. That boy will drop anything to help Rick or myself. He is so loving and caring, and he does a great job at making sure Ace isn't putting foriegn objects into his mouth! I can't beleive my 3rd child is already 5! Man I'm getting old!!! &lt;br /&gt;So here is a tribut to the baby that was supposed to be a girl (per the doctor and 3 ultrasounds) but is all the way boy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWY1G95FMcI/AAAAAAAAAfI/PFsTQ8bdyBU/s1600-h/Copy+of+100_2195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWY1G95FMcI/AAAAAAAAAfI/PFsTQ8bdyBU/s320/Copy+of+100_2195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288973206202692034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWY1ADCagQI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Xb2idkMz3Is/s1600-h/Copy+of+100_2798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWY1ADCagQI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Xb2idkMz3Is/s320/Copy+of+100_2798.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288973087324930306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWY0_LIjf_I/AAAAAAAAAe4/EwDVXe9Azjg/s1600-h/100_2734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWY0_LIjf_I/AAAAAAAAAe4/EwDVXe9Azjg/s320/100_2734.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288973072318300146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWY0-26hLVI/AAAAAAAAAew/NjTRQSAWeoI/s1600-h/100_2674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWY0-26hLVI/AAAAAAAAAew/NjTRQSAWeoI/s320/100_2674.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288973066890718546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWY0-lGAzRI/AAAAAAAAAeo/JuLt83_cemo/s1600-h/100_2532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWY0-lGAzRI/AAAAAAAAAeo/JuLt83_cemo/s320/100_2532.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288973062107090194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWY09kRUe2I/AAAAAAAAAeg/TCxMdTnarKs/s1600-h/100_2519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWY09kRUe2I/AAAAAAAAAeg/TCxMdTnarKs/s320/100_2519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288973044706212706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWY0nl1Y8fI/AAAAAAAAAeY/FureO9KC8B0/s1600-h/100_2329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWY0nl1Y8fI/AAAAAAAAAeY/FureO9KC8B0/s320/100_2329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288972667168813554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWY0nEasTII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/bHwWzsueN-k/s1600-h/100_2150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWY0nEasTII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/bHwWzsueN-k/s320/100_2150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288972658198465666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWY0mkCWsKI/AAAAAAAAAeI/0Msc1O1973k/s1600-h/100_2021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWV-UgXkzJI/AAAAAAAAAbg/sxvWLOMtLpA/s320/picture+for+mindi+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288772228167814290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWV-UPNNtTI/AAAAAAAAAbY/nRrJSgW382k/s1600-h/picture+for+mindi+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWV-UPNNtTI/AAAAAAAAAbY/nRrJSgW382k/s320/picture+for+mindi+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288772223560955186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-5350249224510299314?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/5350249224510299314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=5350249224510299314' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/5350249224510299314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/5350249224510299314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-5th-to-cade.html' title='Happy 5th to CADE!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWY1G95FMcI/AAAAAAAAAfI/PFsTQ8bdyBU/s72-c/Copy+of+100_2195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-3152953555017206672</id><published>2009-01-06T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:51:02.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008</title><content type='html'>I took mostly video of Christmas this year so I don't really have many pictures. Kind of sad now that I think of it. But I'm hopeful that the kids will be grateful in the long run....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are almost all of them that I did happen to take:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWRMgDhYNTI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/_cym-kGHOFc/s1600-h/Copy+of+100_2854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWRMgDhYNTI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/_cym-kGHOFc/s320/Copy+of+100_2854.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288435976024634674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our first FAKE tree. Rick and I vowed never to get one, but with a crawler on the loose, we had no choice. And I must admit I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWRMgT3gaPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/dEr8FaAKGkg/s1600-h/100_2858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWRMgT3gaPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/dEr8FaAKGkg/s320/100_2858.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288435980412414194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Jett chillin' while waiting for Santa to visit on Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWRMgYO4vMI/AAAAAAAAAaA/HjMF9wJaUtw/s1600-h/100_2857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWRMgYO4vMI/AAAAAAAAAaA/HjMF9wJaUtw/s320/100_2857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288435981584219330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Terry and the girls getting ready to sing for Santa, not waiting for the prayer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWRMg_i21sI/AAAAAAAAAaY/-y_TjHvxjcA/s1600-h/100_2861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWRMg_i21sI/AAAAAAAAAaY/-y_TjHvxjcA/s320/100_2861.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288435992136963778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jett loves slippers, so he gets them every year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWROqH7psEI/AAAAAAAAAbI/xCaHkI38B0s/s1600-h/100_2860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWROqH7psEI/AAAAAAAAAbI/xCaHkI38B0s/s320/100_2860.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288438348030521410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake asked if he was getting coal for Christmas, so I bought some "coal" gum. It was gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWROXNyddMI/AAAAAAAAAa4/3i_qhX01mdw/s1600-h/Copy+of+100_2873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWROXNyddMI/AAAAAAAAAa4/3i_qhX01mdw/s320/Copy+of+100_2873.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288438023185069250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWROXaVUUUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/myaYJ-zmj_Y/s1600-h/100_2874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWROXaVUUUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/myaYJ-zmj_Y/s320/100_2874.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288438026552496450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade really wanted a new bike (so he could stop riding Kaleigh's pink one), ramps, and protective gear for skateboarding. He wants to be the next Ryan Sheckler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWROWU9uUyI/AAAAAAAAAao/cap9_Xsu6SA/s1600-h/100_2866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWROWU9uUyI/AAAAAAAAAao/cap9_Xsu6SA/s320/100_2866.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288438007931491106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWROWex4ZGI/AAAAAAAAAag/Lpv3AXqSFsg/s1600-h/Copy+of+100_2864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWROWex4ZGI/AAAAAAAAAag/Lpv3AXqSFsg/s320/Copy+of+100_2864.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288438010566173794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our Acey, trying to snatch up anything and everything that fell on the floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-3152953555017206672?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/3152953555017206672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=3152953555017206672' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/3152953555017206672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/3152953555017206672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-2008.html' title='Christmas 2008'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SWRMgDhYNTI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/_cym-kGHOFc/s72-c/Copy+of+100_2854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-7529119605370856033</id><published>2009-01-02T11:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:13:56.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>World Tour anyone???????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-7529119605370856033?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/7529119605370856033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=7529119605370856033' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/7529119605370856033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/7529119605370856033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2009/01/world-tour-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-7491648236498619555</id><published>2008-12-26T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:18:53.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No time to post.... I'm too busy playing with my iPod Touch! Yay for my awesome husband!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-7491648236498619555?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/7491648236498619555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=7491648236498619555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/7491648236498619555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/7491648236498619555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-time-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-5247855125306282861</id><published>2008-12-13T14:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:00:03.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Elf Yourself!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;'&gt;&lt;object id='A571238' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=Anc09yLO2OjCvqut&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=ElfYourself' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='425'&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=Anc09yLO2OjCvqut&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=ElfYourself'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowNetworking' value='all'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=Anc09yLO2OjCvqut&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=ElfYourself'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;'&gt;Send your own &lt;a href='http://www.elfyourself.com'&gt;ElfYourself&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards'&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyOTIwNTY*MTUwMCZwdD*xMjI5MjA1Njg5MTA5JnA9NDE4ODEzJmQ9MjAyNjc1Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImdD*mbz*2MmU*NGY*ZjIxZDc*NTFlYWEzN2MyYWFmNjY4OWFmYQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-5247855125306282861?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/5247855125306282861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=5247855125306282861' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/5247855125306282861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/5247855125306282861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/12/go-elf-yourself.html' title='Go Elf Yourself!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-5500276644409196552</id><published>2008-12-12T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:07:24.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Person on Earth!</title><content type='html'>Finally, I saw TWILIGHT. Rick actually went with me. I was so excited for him to at last get why I was so involved with these books. And, I have to say.... CHEESE BALL! I really don't get what everybody loved about it. It did have some OK parts, like the baseball scene and any scene where Edward wasn't trying not to eat Bella (I guess that's why every word that came out of his mouth seemed forced???) Bella was a good "Bella" and I loved Jacob! You've come a long way "Shark-Boy"!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SULufLaS7ZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/0fkuJpY2YyE/s1600-h/jacob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SULufLaS7ZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/0fkuJpY2YyE/s320/jacob.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279043932638080402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward played a good Vampire, but where were the teeth once he got mad? I have been a fan of Vampires ever since I can remember (Lost Boys did it to me) and this movie was a let down. The whole time I was thinking, "Rick is gonna be pissed that I dragged his butt to this flick." When in fact, he was enjoying the movie! What!? I know it's because he had no idea of what was coming next. He thought the story line was good, I told him the book is even better and that he should jump on the band wagon and read it. No such luck. He'll wait for the movies and I'll stick with the books! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say quite a few more words about the "B" Movie, but my Ace is crying (he must have seen it too).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-5500276644409196552?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/5500276644409196552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=5500276644409196552' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/5500276644409196552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/5500276644409196552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-person-on-earth.html' title='Last Person on Earth!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SULufLaS7ZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/0fkuJpY2YyE/s72-c/jacob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-4209313526576475680</id><published>2008-12-11T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:08.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Pics</title><content type='html'>While in Utah we had the Christmas Party (mentioned earlier). My camera batteries ran out so I didn't get very many pics. So... I stole these of Marie's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SUFQntzODII/AAAAAAAAAZg/S8YX2go2DW4/s1600-h/cody+2008"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SUFQntzODII/AAAAAAAAAZg/S8YX2go2DW4/s320/cody+2008" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278588881494477954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody, my friend Jayla's husb. Way more flexible than myself (and also his wife ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SUFQndIT-PI/AAAAAAAAAZY/DvfI8r-Be5Y/s1600-h/me+2008"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SUFQndIT-PI/AAAAAAAAAZY/DvfI8r-Be5Y/s320/me+2008" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278588877019543794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am getting ready to go down, really hoping no one looks at my butt while doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SUFQn4T0OAI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ysk0tWpMJ50/s1600-h/xmas+party+2008"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 161px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SUFQn4T0OAI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ysk0tWpMJ50/s320/xmas+party+2008" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278588884315551746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the great friends that we miss SOOOOOOOO SOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!!!!! Thanks for coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-4209313526576475680?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/4209313526576475680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=4209313526576475680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/4209313526576475680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/4209313526576475680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-pics.html' title='Some Pics'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SUFQntzODII/AAAAAAAAAZg/S8YX2go2DW4/s72-c/cody+2008' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-2531032523735148388</id><published>2008-12-04T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:01:08.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me: Why don't you just love me and kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade: Well, I do love you......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Then come over here and give me a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade: Well, I love you but I don't want to kiss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade: I don't like kissing very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know that isn't true because you always want to play "Kissy Boys" (a game that Cade, Drake and their cousin Nico play. They run around yelling "kissy boys, kissy boys", while trying to kiss any girl they can get their hands on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade: Well I do like to kiss, but just not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cade?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade: Well you are cute, but just not &lt;strong&gt;Really Really cute&lt;/strong&gt;. (he says this while pointing at me and in his ever so comical raspy little voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (laughing)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-2531032523735148388?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/2531032523735148388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=2531032523735148388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2531032523735148388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2531032523735148388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/12/me-why-dont-you-just-love-me-and-kiss.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-5324482469349195469</id><published>2008-12-02T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:22:06.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Utah</title><content type='html'>Just for a visit! We spent the Thanksgiving Holiday back in Eagle Mountain with Kathy and Bob, our beloved neighbors. The kids were so excited to see all of their friends from the neighborhood, as were Rick and myself ;o) We drove up on Tuesday which took us 11 hours! So long! It took us 2 hours to go 30 or so miles. I loath California traffic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was awesome. Just a nice day all around. We spent the night before with Rick's cousin Ryan and his wife Jocelyn. We love them and miss them so much! I would have liked to stay longer but there was cooking to be done at Kathy's. I made my infamous Meatballs &amp; Weenies and Dixie Salad. I love Thanksgiving food! And the Turkey that Kathy made was super tasty, along with everything else she whipped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we went back to the Gleason's to hang out for a bit before our &lt;strong&gt;2nd Annual Naughty &amp; Nice Christmas Party&lt;/strong&gt;. When I told the girls that we were coming, they thought it would be a perfect time to have this party that was supposed to be annual, but then we moved away. It was a great night (to say the least)! The only draw back is that Rick got really sick at the end of it and had to cut his HALO night short because he was feeling pukish. I actually got to go with him to Ryan's because Kathy insisted that I go spend time with my girls (Jayla and Jocy) even though it was already almost midnight. She loves my kids! And me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already am crazy missing all of our great friends. You don't find friends like them often. I think I'll hold on to them (all of you on Pinehurst Drive and anyone who was once or is now a Gleason or is related to someone who married a Gleason ^_^) for a while! Love you guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/STVsGkIjJ-I/AAAAAAAAAYg/LDNm8pT-9fs/s1600-h/100_2825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/STVsGkIjJ-I/AAAAAAAAAYg/LDNm8pT-9fs/s320/100_2825.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275241398568953826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/STVsGfWCPGI/AAAAAAAAAYY/3ZUxW3R7S-8/s1600-h/100_2824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/STVsGfWCPGI/AAAAAAAAAYY/3ZUxW3R7S-8/s320/100_2824.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275241397283339362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/STVsGJaRGaI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Ba1ulLPe_fU/s1600-h/100_2823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/STVsGJaRGaI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Ba1ulLPe_fU/s320/100_2823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275241391395510690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/STVsF7N5aGI/AAAAAAAAAYI/vYIMp4VzhQM/s1600-h/100_2821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/STVsF7N5aGI/AAAAAAAAAYI/vYIMp4VzhQM/s320/100_2821.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275241387585529954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/STVs_PI4GDI/AAAAAAAAAZI/us5qydpMGww/s1600-h/100_2836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/STVs_PI4GDI/AAAAAAAAAZI/us5qydpMGww/s320/100_2836.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275242372185724978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click this one to see what Cade's face really looks like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/STVs-_BkpfI/AAAAAAAAAZA/-ceAz49bink/s1600-h/100_2834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/STVs-_BkpfI/AAAAAAAAAZA/-ceAz49bink/s320/100_2834.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275242367860123122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/STVs-QUUOdI/AAAAAAAAAY4/vh0VxNUPGVo/s1600-h/100_2832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/STVs-QUUOdI/AAAAAAAAAY4/vh0VxNUPGVo/s320/100_2832.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275242355322272210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/STVs-Bn9maI/AAAAAAAAAYw/yiK_wkZMcBU/s1600-h/100_2829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/STVs-Bn9maI/AAAAAAAAAYw/yiK_wkZMcBU/s320/100_2829.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275242351378143650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/STVs_pY5XxI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Sa0kuj8vxr4/s1600-h/100_2838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/STVs_pY5XxI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Sa0kuj8vxr4/s320/100_2838.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275242379232239378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jocelyn and her amazing "box biting" skills&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-5324482469349195469?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/5324482469349195469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=5324482469349195469' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/5324482469349195469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/5324482469349195469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-to-utah.html' title='Back to Utah'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/STVsGkIjJ-I/AAAAAAAAAYg/LDNm8pT-9fs/s72-c/100_2825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-2072838066848598698</id><published>2008-11-07T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:35:04.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here He Goes Again...</title><content type='html'>Cade: Mom, I wish [uncle] Matt didn't choose [aunt] Rachael first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade: Cuz I want her. I love her more than Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cade?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade: Well... I wish I was older so I could pick Rachael for my girlfriend before Matt did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cade, you are silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade: (thinking for a minute.....) Well, then maybe I want Rachael to be my mom... cuz I kiss you and so if she was my mom, I could kiss her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-2072838066848598698?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/2072838066848598698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=2072838066848598698' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2072838066848598698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2072838066848598698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-he-goes-again.html' title='Here He Goes Again...'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-2473974462164639076</id><published>2008-11-06T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:24:07.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Things</title><content type='html'>Haven't done one of these in a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 things I am passionate about:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ricky BB&lt;br /&gt;All 5 of the kiddos&lt;br /&gt;Food&lt;br /&gt;My family&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;The Gospel&lt;br /&gt;Paper Crafting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 words or phrases I use the most:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You&lt;br /&gt;What (in several different tones)&lt;br /&gt;Stop screaming!! (while screaming)&lt;br /&gt;Be quiet, the baby is sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;What happened?&lt;br /&gt;I said No!!!&lt;br /&gt;I know, right?&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, was up? (when rick calls me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 things I want to do before I die:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See all 5 kids get sealed in the Temple&lt;br /&gt;Get caught up on my Scrapbooking&lt;br /&gt;Get over my fear of heights&lt;br /&gt;Meet my Grandchildren&lt;br /&gt;A cruise to Greece&lt;br /&gt;Serve a Mission with Rick&lt;br /&gt;Go to Culinary School&lt;br /&gt;Own a Horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 things I need right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick to come home&lt;br /&gt;A Nanny&lt;br /&gt;An infinite supply of Money&lt;br /&gt;Next Wednesday to come&lt;br /&gt;An idea for dinner&lt;br /&gt;Dry weather&lt;br /&gt;A loooong Vacation with my man and no kids&lt;br /&gt;A bangin' body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;8 places I want to visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii (again and again)&lt;br /&gt;New York (with Rick this time)&lt;br /&gt;Greece&lt;br /&gt;France&lt;br /&gt;Mexico (like on a cruise)&lt;br /&gt;Texas (for the BBQ)&lt;br /&gt;Utah (i miss it)&lt;br /&gt;Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 favorite restaurants:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fleming's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Macaroni Grill&lt;br /&gt;Chris N' Pits&lt;br /&gt;La Casita Olvera&lt;br /&gt;Red Robin&lt;br /&gt;Roy's&lt;br /&gt;Pei Wei&lt;br /&gt;Wahoo's Fish Taco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 TV shows I watch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dancing With the Stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anything Real World/Road Rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;90210&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Little People Big World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Clean House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lost (if it ever comes back!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I tag anyone who wants to do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-2473974462164639076?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/2473974462164639076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=2473974462164639076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2473974462164639076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2473974462164639076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/11/8-things.html' title='8 Things'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-6903712819824498473</id><published>2008-11-05T08:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:53:41.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NObama!</title><content type='html'>Too bad the election wasn't decided by Drake's 1st Grade class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCain= 14 votes&lt;br /&gt; Obama= 5 votes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-6903712819824498473?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/6903712819824498473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=6903712819824498473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/6903712819824498473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/6903712819824498473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/11/nobama.html' title='NObama!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-475381143690870822</id><published>2008-11-03T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:35:18.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5 Cutest Kids on the Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had a great time this Halloween. We usually go somewhere but decided to stay home this year. I was actually relieved. Getting 5 kids ready to go anywhere is a production, but throw Halloween costume into the mix... not so fun. Anyway, our neighbors have this crazy, off the wall haunted house every year and really wanted us to stay so we could experience it. Let me tell you, you know those Halloween parties that you see on TV shows and movies, where they have a million people and tons of food consisting of cupcakes, caramel apples, chili and all the other Halloween food and candy imaginable? Well, that's what it was like. She (my neighbor Michelle) must have spent a small fortune. It was quite the night. SO glad we stayed home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, on to the pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264480535682986146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQ8xJ6BXsKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/WjXikMyXcHU/s320/100_2816.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Our SEVEN pumpkins (that we grew in our backyard!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264480505026860498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQ8xIH0YVdI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tRI-fcFQV7w/s320/100_2791.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The little Sock Monkey (never can get enough of that face!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264480947637182258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQ8xh4q53zI/AAAAAAAAAXY/8ZxLNNQxDEM/s320/Copy+of+100_2802.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The sad LGM that didn't want his picture taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264481211659710786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQ8xxQOx8UI/AAAAAAAAAXg/wyCk9tjQJYg/s320/Copy+of+100_2804.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;After he was told that he wouldn't be Trick-or-Treating if he didn't stand still and smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264480903804613058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQ8xfVYZ8cI/AAAAAAAAAW4/WnMj_ubPB28/s320/Copy+of+100_2797.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I wanted to paint his face green, he wanted the plastic mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264480926589931922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQ8xgqQ2UZI/AAAAAAAAAXI/22wYUc8qv3Q/s320/Copy+of+100_2799.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Such an appropriate costume for Cade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264480919533282946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQ8xgP-aZoI/AAAAAAAAAXA/s8KVzioHQSg/s320/Copy+of+100_2798.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;There's the cute boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264480481259500882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQ8xGvRzNVI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/LCFcHTL2R7U/s320/100_2787.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Drake in his school parade. He's the Jack Sparrow Skeleton (the best deal ever at $15 for such an elaborate costume)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264480937527150322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQ8xhTAfBvI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/bED0hAnKVsQ/s320/Copy+of+100_2800.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;He wouldn't wear the mask, boots or gloves. Too bad cuz this was a great costume. But, it was super hot that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264481225248055266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQ8xyC2fn-I/AAAAAAAAAXo/UQr9Ou-KujQ/s320/Copy+of+100_2805.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the kicker! I loved this costume! My mom got all the pieces for this here and there. Kaleigh was excited that not one person at her school was the same thing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264480517489260642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQ8xI2PpeGI/AAAAAAAAAWo/I5rqQqoMbVU/s320/100_2809.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;These are all her ideas for poses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264481237821835458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQ8xyxsUSMI/AAAAAAAAAXw/U-6oLmQtiec/s320/Copy+of+100_2810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264481252604470882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQ8xzowxZmI/AAAAAAAAAX4/lxUugb5F5LU/s320/Copy+of+100_2811.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Rick thought I told her to do this. Yeah right! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She is my camera hog. How does she even know to do this?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264481258680807314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQ8xz_Ze75I/AAAAAAAAAYA/AJ3_edkqiaE/s320/Copy+of+100_2812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;All of them together! Gotta love em!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-475381143690870822?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/475381143690870822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=475381143690870822' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/475381143690870822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/475381143690870822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/11/5-cutest-kids-on-block.html' title='The 5 Cutest Kids on the Block'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQ8xJ6BXsKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/WjXikMyXcHU/s72-c/100_2816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-5444663051963466743</id><published>2008-10-31T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:53:36.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just got this micro SD card at Target yesterday for my cell phone and transferred all of (well, all most all of ^_^) my pics over to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So here you go.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263392732309650626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQtTzaqwfMI/AAAAAAAAAUA/MU5rMPUhoQo/s320/021507_09321.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Our first winter, when we had no backyard just dirt (that's Kathy's house :o(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263393445604451218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQtUc75fY5I/AAAAAAAAAVI/BrX881z7lbo/s320/0424081416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now with grass the next year (don't miss the snow!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263394195674431106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQtVImIG_oI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/odv2_c8EWRs/s320/112107_12221.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Kaleigh showing off her new "do" this summer in California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263392736131491058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQtTzo59JPI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/8lKbtGeh6Zo/s320/060707_12561.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I loved that Drake fell asleep still protecting his "Superhero" status&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263393432596443170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQtUcLcI8CI/AAAAAAAAAUo/tE6lZEhPiZI/s320/110407_10091.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Drake would only let Uncle Matt shave his head if he let him shave his. Quite the negotiator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263392737069238066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQtTzsZiBzI/AAAAAAAAAUY/JCeK4fBIK3I/s320/050407_11051.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Gotta love Cade...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263392746343188066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQtT0O8nRmI/AAAAAAAAAUg/wpVqkUy5z78/s320/0711081710a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;and his feet (those little square toes)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263393435442297874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQtUcWCpPBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/DlNB825h7X0/s320/071507_18311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still small enough to fit in the kitchen sink (my lovely kitchen sink...... :o(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263392730917110754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQtTzVewA-I/AAAAAAAAAUI/VUlwTYk2w1w/s320/052907_19402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I love this smile, and that head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263394202482870146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQtVI_fXh4I/AAAAAAAAAVY/rrfeJb6Fzwo/s320/0711081547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Since Ace was born, Jett loves to sit, or sleep, right on top of me. That is my arm, by the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263393439018136322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQtUcjXMMwI/AAAAAAAAAVA/dq88EBa4t9E/s320/0423080855a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; So little (sad)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263394652825041250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQtVjNJTuWI/AAAAAAAAAWA/71Pxmk0TfUw/s320/0917081359.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't you just want to bite that lip?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263394203127672626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQtVJB5GbzI/AAAAAAAAAVg/s9UxLL-z7fY/s320/0826081432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Chillin' at the beach the first week back in California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263394210783078146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQtVJeaSpwI/AAAAAAAAAVo/kx-0goSE600/s320/0905081957a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Having a bonfire the second week back in California (you'd think we like the beach or something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263394646906197154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQtVi3GJVKI/AAAAAAAAAV4/9DkQpyr0TUo/s320/1003081738a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;First time eating rice cereal (like this kid needs more food)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263394214418570722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQtVJr9D3eI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Habd4KnlrEI/s320/1030081451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And finally, this was yesterday after a shopping trip to Target to buy Halloween candy ($50 worth!! holy crap). And, No, he does not wear this shirt everyday, but, Yes, ALWAYS sits in his Bumbo. We think he kind of looks like a turtle cuz he sucks in his bottom lip all the time. I love this Baby!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-5444663051963466743?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/5444663051963466743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=5444663051963466743' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/5444663051963466743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/5444663051963466743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-photos.html' title='Random Photos'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SQtTzaqwfMI/AAAAAAAAAUA/MU5rMPUhoQo/s72-c/021507_09321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-6083496667598967490</id><published>2008-10-22T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:14:46.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Addition!</title><content type='html'>No... not another baby! But I bet some of you were thinking that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 2 weeks ago my Washer decided that it was through working. It washed just fine, but refused to drain. I thought we had a warranty, but of course, we didn't. Let me just say, I am sick of buying washers and dryers. We had a perfectly good dryer when we moved to Utah, but our house only had hookups for electric and ours, surprise surprise, was gas. So we bought a new one and Rick just gave our other one away to some worker guy. Then, we move back to California and now we have gas hookups. What the Crap! So we bought another gas dryer (but I did make Rick keep the other one in the garage, just in case). Then this with the washer. I decide it was time for me to have one of those front loading ones. I have sooooooo much laundry, it's ridiculous! I've heard you can put way more clothes in those ones than the regular ones. So we bit the bullet, and bought one (so much for a savings). I didn't want to spend an arm and a leg, but still wanted a nice one. I chose the LG. We have a bunch of LG appliances and they have done us well (I hate you GE). So we will see how long this one lasts. Now I just have to save for the matching dryer. I saw no point in buying it right away, seeing as though we just bought one 2 months ago! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260043054133301298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SP9tSfDgUDI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ohv97LtlCwc/s320/100_2784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here's the deal (I think it was a deal) I got: Sears had it for $1099. But if I got white it went down $100. SO of course, I got white (it's in my garage anyway). Then they had 15% off, so that took it to $850. But then tax and delivery and haul away... My total came to $990. Not that great, I know, but then I got to send away for some rebates that, should they all come, will be $245. So my real total, for a nice piece of machinery that feels like family cuz I spend more time with it that anyone else, was $745. Pretty good!&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/5419393155535694332-6083496667598967490?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/6083496667598967490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=6083496667598967490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/6083496667598967490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/6083496667598967490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-addition_22.html' title='A New Addition!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SP9tSfDgUDI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ohv97LtlCwc/s72-c/100_2784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-8173926920441434839</id><published>2008-10-16T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:03:45.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaleigh Finally gets Baptised!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kaleigh has been waiting so patiently to get Baptised. Due to the move and a wedding and a Hawaiian vacation, it kept getting pushed back. October 11th couldn't get here fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed pretty crazy, having a child old enough to get Baptised. I really wanted to enjoy every minute of it. That didn't quite happen, though. With getting the house tidied up and food enough to feed the families and a baby that isn't the quietest, it seemed sort of rushed. Still, it was an awesome day! She got a bit nervous/embarrassed to have all the focus on her, but she was beautiful and great just the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(of course I forgot my camera, so I won't have good pics until i get them from my mom's camera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259311981550288498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SPzUYddCvnI/AAAAAAAAATs/Gey5_F_gGNk/s320/100_2774.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here she is in front of our BRIGHT peach house&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On a side note..... Cade was a bit disappointed with the whole thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cade: That's it?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Rick: What's wrong?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cade: Dad, I can't believe all Baptised is is going under the water!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-8173926920441434839?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/8173926920441434839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=8173926920441434839' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/8173926920441434839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/8173926920441434839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/10/kaleigh-finally-gets-baptised.html' title='Kaleigh Finally gets Baptised!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SPzUYddCvnI/AAAAAAAAATs/Gey5_F_gGNk/s72-c/100_2774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-6796626106919404297</id><published>2008-10-14T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T16:04:55.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Handbag!</title><content type='html'>Anyone want a free handbag? I found this on someone else's blog and tried it. Go to &lt;a href="http://handbagplanet.com/" target="_blank"&gt;HandbagPlanet.com&lt;/a&gt; and enter. Lets see if any of us wins! Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-6796626106919404297?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/6796626106919404297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=6796626106919404297' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/6796626106919404297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/6796626106919404297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/10/free-handbag.html' title='Free Handbag!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-7217279148945210613</id><published>2008-10-13T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:44:09.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another of Cade's Funny Thoughts</title><content type='html'>My Sister-in-law, Rachel and Myself have decided that Cade needs his own post every week or so. That kid is just too funny! So here is another one of his off the wall comments with more to come I'm sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade: (while in the shower) Dad? Will I still be cool if I don't wash my butt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Not only will you not be cool, but you will have a stinky butt as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade: Then I think I'm gonna wash my butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just picture this 4 year old talking in that sweet, ever so raspy, voice of his!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-7217279148945210613?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/7217279148945210613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=7217279148945210613' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/7217279148945210613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/7217279148945210613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-of-cades-funny-thoughts.html' title='Another of Cade&apos;s Funny Thoughts'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-7557862891246554018</id><published>2008-09-26T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:19:41.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited because Kathy is coming to visit this weekend! She will only be here for 2 days, but 2 days is better than no days! For those of you who don't know "our Kathy", she was my neighbor (our backyard's corners met) in Utah. She helped me so much when Rick was out of town working. She was like a friend/nanny/housekeeper/grandma all in one. All of my kids got so attached to her. It was super sad for all of us to leave her :o( Tomorrow can't come fast enough!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-7557862891246554018?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/7557862891246554018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=7557862891246554018' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/7557862891246554018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/7557862891246554018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/09/yay.html' title='YAY!!!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-756912010006111885</id><published>2008-09-17T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:53:14.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cade's Funny Thoughts</title><content type='html'>For some reason, my kids are obsessed with dying and flying. I know, weird. They think that with dying comes an automatic pair of wings. I believe in angels and all, but I  just don't think they get the picture. They always talk about wanting to live with Jesus and Heavenly Father, which is wonderful, but I constantly remind them that that time will come soon enough, but right now we have to live our lives the best we can so someday we can live with them again. Anyway, this morning, here was my conversation with Cade:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade: Do you want to fly, Mom?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sure, but humans can't fly like birds do?&lt;br /&gt;Cade: Well, do you remember George's dad?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;Cade: Marie told me that George's dad passed away and now he can fly! I want to fly too! Do you think George's dad can fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time I was laughing. First, because he used the phrase "passed away" and Second, because he is so freakin' cute when he talks. I also thought it was funny that he remembered this conversation that he had with my friend/neighbor in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade: Will George's dad live again some day?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes. When Jesus comes again.&lt;br /&gt;Cade: OK, Good. (with a sigh of relief)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me grateful for the knowledge I have that my family will be together forever. And it made Cade happy that George will see his dad again. And also that one day he might be able to fly, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-756912010006111885?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/756912010006111885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=756912010006111885' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/756912010006111885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/756912010006111885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/09/cades-funny-thoughts.html' title='Cade&apos;s Funny Thoughts'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-1513975683198200885</id><published>2008-09-09T09:58:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:32:28.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures as Promised</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244070451997563170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMauSrRv2SI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ifLm7OxWIj8/s320/100_2683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kaleigh and London the week before we moved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244070463511407074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMauTWK3KeI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RzjeQ4U7VtM/s320/100_2686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jett with his Kathy, we love and miss her sooooo much!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMavXPyG-3I/AAAAAAAAASg/blIAxHzWH_k/s1600-h/100_2747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244071630028077938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMavXPyG-3I/AAAAAAAAASg/blIAxHzWH_k/s320/100_2747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jett playing at the pirate ship in Maui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMavXsAyWPI/AAAAAAAAASo/HvvIwH5qXEY/s1600-h/100_2751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244071637605832946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMavXsAyWPI/AAAAAAAAASo/HvvIwH5qXEY/s320/100_2751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The view from our room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMavX4fUR6I/AAAAAAAAASw/xDXmBfph34E/s1600-h/100_2749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244071640955111330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMavX4fUR6I/AAAAAAAAASw/xDXmBfph34E/s320/100_2749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doing such a great job helping with Ace that she put him to sleep&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMau_IZc6bI/AAAAAAAAAR4/NA-QIavYRVM/s1600-h/100_2727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244071215728748978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMau_IZc6bI/AAAAAAAAAR4/NA-QIavYRVM/s320/100_2727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In front of the Banyan Tree in Lahaina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMau_WI2GYI/AAAAAAAAASA/E2G2LFPx64I/s1600-h/100_2733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244071219417192834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMau_WI2GYI/AAAAAAAAASA/E2G2LFPx64I/s320/100_2733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before I got sick on the Semi-Sub, "The Reef Dancer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMau_ob6AXI/AAAAAAAAASI/1Mn0KUBLQs0/s1600-h/100_2736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244071224328978802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMau_ob6AXI/AAAAAAAAASI/1Mn0KUBLQs0/s320/100_2736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking for the fish&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMau_35cE2I/AAAAAAAAASQ/TG5mrUys6Ho/s1600-h/100_2739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244071228479378274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMau_35cE2I/AAAAAAAAASQ/TG5mrUys6Ho/s320/100_2739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They all crashed after a long day of playing in the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMavAfp4aeI/AAAAAAAAASY/H-UZpvEiHv0/s1600-h/100_2742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244071239151544802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMavAfp4aeI/AAAAAAAAASY/H-UZpvEiHv0/s320/100_2742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jett chilin' by the pool sportin' some new tattoos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMauqZbC-qI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Hkl26jwUBF4/s1600-h/100_2703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244070859521587874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMauqZbC-qI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Hkl26jwUBF4/s320/100_2703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Catchin' some waves, pool style&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMauq9eKB5I/AAAAAAAAARY/PmJTWVxxf1E/s1600-h/100_2706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244070869198309266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMauq9eKB5I/AAAAAAAAARY/PmJTWVxxf1E/s320/100_2706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ace and Dad taking a dip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMaurGJ3-hI/AAAAAAAAARg/oIs4EaG5jNg/s1600-h/100_2708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244070871529159186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMaurGJ3-hI/AAAAAAAAARg/oIs4EaG5jNg/s320/100_2708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cousin Jasper (he and Ace are exactly 1 month apart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMaurd3yZGI/AAAAAAAAARo/aKvDzokhO4E/s1600-h/100_2709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244070877895746658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMaurd3yZGI/AAAAAAAAARo/aKvDzokhO4E/s320/100_2709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our annual family photo up at Ululani's Shave Ice&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMauri4IhUI/AAAAAAAAARw/0JFrfl2OzIA/s1600-h/100_2726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244070879239374146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMauri4IhUI/AAAAAAAAARw/0JFrfl2OzIA/s320/100_2726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting to be seated at Mama's Fish House&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMauUOBt-zI/AAAAAAAAARA/R74aEeD7fRU/s1600-h/100_2695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244070478505442098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMauUOBt-zI/AAAAAAAAARA/R74aEeD7fRU/s320/100_2695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad, Drake and Cade &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMauUSPqbhI/AAAAAAAAARI/T7_MLiucjI0/s1600-h/100_2701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244070479637671442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMauUSPqbhI/AAAAAAAAARI/T7_MLiucjI0/s320/100_2701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle Justin (one of Rick's younger brothers, Jasper's dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244071651389081442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMavYfW-B2I/AAAAAAAAAS4/HJ5pu0GHvnc/s320/Copy+of+100_2759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kaleigh's first day of 3rd grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244071652708839554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMavYkRn8II/AAAAAAAAATA/oyoT-pLkGIU/s320/Copy+of+100_2760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Drake's first day of 1st grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-1513975683198200885?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/1513975683198200885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=1513975683198200885' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/1513975683198200885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/1513975683198200885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/09/pictures-as-promised.html' title='Pictures as Promised'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMauSrRv2SI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ifLm7OxWIj8/s72-c/100_2683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-369599270671540413</id><published>2008-08-24T17:34:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T09:33:25.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Dot (my crazy life)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Holy crap!!! We finally got our computer hooked up so now I can fill y'all in on the happenings of our crazy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; sad when we left Utah. We had the most awesome neighborhood, I think in the world. I knew coming back to California would be a huge change. And it is! Our neighborhood is nice and all and so is the house, but it's nothing like good old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pinehurst&lt;/span&gt; Drive. I had a really hard time adjusting. I cried every day for a week, and that isn't the norm for me.  By the time my first week was over I had to focus on Rick's little brothers' wedding. Rick, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaleigh&lt;/span&gt; and Drake were in it but I forgot my camera at home so no pics, suck. Anyway, it was nice and a good distraction for me. When that was over it was time to start packing for Hawaii. We were leaving that Friday so I had a LOT to do. Packing for 5 kids and myself is no easy task. I pretty much have to have all the laundry done so it goes more smoothly, and for those of you who know about my laundry... The other fun part was trying to get all we needed to take in 6 bags! You know, the new airline rules... But, being the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;awesomest&lt;/span&gt; super-packer that I am, I got 4 kids into 1 suitcase, myself and Ace in another, Rick in 1, a pack-n-play, 1 full of diapers, and 1 full of food (food there is way over priced). I am amazing, yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;We got back from Maui on Saturday the 23rd of August. It was awesome! The kids got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blaaack&lt;/span&gt;! I was mostly under the umbrella with Ace, but managed to get some sun (not enough to to make my skin old and wrinkly looking before my time though :o)  I always hate to come home. A week just isn't long enough. We went on a semi-sub with the kids. I got seasick, as always, but they loved it. Rick took them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;snorkeling&lt;/span&gt; and they saw a sea turtle. I guess it swam really close to them. It was the highlight of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kaleigh's&lt;/span&gt; 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday was the day we got home. She is getting baptised so we didn't have a big party, yet. She wanted to just have a mommy-daughter date. We got our nails and toes done, went to dinner and then met the boys at Nickle-Nickle. We had a blast! Then on Sunday was Rick's birthday, so we went to his parents for a family party for him and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kaleigh&lt;/span&gt;. The food was great, as always, and they got some good stuff. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kaleigh&lt;/span&gt; was all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ROXY'd&lt;/span&gt; out by the time we left. I gave rick some money to get something he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; been wanting for a while. He turned 30 and I felt bad that we didn't do something bigger, but with all the craziness of our move and Hawaii and the Wedding, there just wasn't time or money for that. I guess we will have to do something for the both of us when I turn 30, yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; got to our ward last week and got a date for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kaleigh's&lt;/span&gt; baptism. It's not til October 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. She is super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;bummed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; that just seems like forever to an eight year old. She is so excited and doesn't want to wait anymore. At least now I have time to find her a dress and order her scriptures. Too bad I didn't get that all done before we moved from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Mormonville&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started last Wednesday and I couldn't be more thrilled. All my kids do is fight and scream, so taking 2 of the out of the picture for half the day is nice. They really like their school and I am so glad. I feel bad for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Kaliegh&lt;/span&gt; having been in 3 different school and she is only in 3rd grade. The next time we move, hopefully, it will be permanent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now things are starting to get back to normal. Rick works a lot and is mostly tired. I knew that would be the case though. No big shocker! We have gone to the beach a few times, we do live 5 miles away, and that has been fun. One of the best smells is a campfire at the beach. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;! I am starting to really like this city. There is something to be said about not having to drive 15 minutes to get somewhere. Everything is within a mile from us, and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt; everything. Can anyone say Cheesecake Factory......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss all of my peeps from the holy land. I get sad just thinking about it. I want everyone to know how much your friendships helped me be away from the family I didn't have up there. I love you guys. So don't forget about the coolest Californians that lived in Eagle Mountain and are back living in Huntington Beach, ever!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; (pictures to come)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-369599270671540413?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/369599270671540413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=369599270671540413' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/369599270671540413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/369599270671540413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/08/3-dot-my-crazy-life.html' title='3 Dot (my crazy life)'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-1581864654271429927</id><published>2008-07-22T12:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T13:04:37.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone, Baby Gone!</title><content type='html'>August 1st is the day we start our journey back to California.  I've been looking around our house and have noticed that we have a whole heck of a lot of CRAP! I am not excited to start packing it all, that is for sure. My mom is coming on Tuesday to help me pack and to ride with me back down. And of course I am leaving it all to be done next week. I don't even like to think of moving. I tear up every time. I love this place, except for the winter, and am going to miss all my great, awesome, lifelong friends! Marie and George are doing a "Going Away" party for us on Saturday. At least we will have one last chance to spend time with everybody before we go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-1581864654271429927?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/1581864654271429927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=1581864654271429927' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/1581864654271429927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/1581864654271429927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/07/gone-baby-gone.html' title='Gone, Baby Gone!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-5951074350519634813</id><published>2008-07-07T10:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:38:28.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Yes we are still moving back to Southern Cali. Rick has been searching for a place to rent out there with no luck so far. I don't need anything fancy, just big enough for our 5 kids! I am getting a bit frustrated but am praying that the right place will show itself. As for our place here... we have had to lower our rental price a few times. There are so many houses in our neighborhood that are either for rent or sale that we need to aggressively price ours so it will move. I will be so relieved when we can just get on with our lives, where ever that may be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-5951074350519634813?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/5951074350519634813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=5951074350519634813' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/5951074350519634813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/5951074350519634813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-964064739243747915</id><published>2008-06-20T19:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:47:04.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ace</title><content type='html'>Ace is now 2 1/2 months. Holy crap that was fast! I took him to his 8 week appt on Wednesday (yes a little behind schedule) and he weighed 14.1 lbs! What a chunk. I can't believe how fast he is growing. Well, actually I can. I knew I wouldn't have a "little" baby boy for long. That just wouldn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took him over to my friend Marie's to have his picture taken this afternoon. She got some awesome shots of him!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214158601096325538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SFxpnzTk6aI/AAAAAAAAAKk/GDMEvyFCa3Y/s320/IMG_3792_2_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214158602453586354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SFxpn4XLEbI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7YO85YHm8cE/s320/IMG_3856_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214158606113359506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SFxpoF_uxpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/YHdQ78j4sO4/s320/IMG_3850_2_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214158615930969970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SFxpoqkbn3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/g2mWYRU_naM/s320/IMG_3832_2_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214158619976304594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SFxpo5o6h9I/AAAAAAAAALE/BMiurDiYKf8/s320/IMG_3831_2_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What a Face!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-964064739243747915?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/964064739243747915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=964064739243747915' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/964064739243747915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/964064739243747915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/06/ace.html' title='Ace'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SFxpnzTk6aI/AAAAAAAAAKk/GDMEvyFCa3Y/s72-c/IMG_3792_2_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-7240218539922567817</id><published>2008-04-26T16:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T17:26:15.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed</title><content type='html'>I am having mixed feelings about the latest in our lives. It is no secret that I had "seasonal" depression this winter. The weather was so bad almost every day. Rick was out of town a bunch and I was pregnant. Who could blame me for not being in the best of moods, right? I wanted to move back to California like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;no body's&lt;/span&gt; business. I complained all the time. But then I figured that this is where we are supposed to be and I was going to deal. I was really getting excited for the summer. We had so much fun at the pool last year. Rick is working from home now and I was looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; to him being able to go with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Rick says to me that he is sick of this Utah crazy weather and that he wants to move back to California. This is all I wanted for the last 6 months and now that it IS going to happen, I am really sad. I LOVE my friends here and am afraid that we will never find a neighborhood quite the same. I will be excited to live near family again, but our friends here have become family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... looks like (if all goes as planned) we will be back before the summer is over. Wish us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-7240218539922567817?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/7240218539922567817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=7240218539922567817' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/7240218539922567817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/7240218539922567817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/04/mixed.html' title='Mixed'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-1423287068122895342</id><published>2008-04-12T10:28:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:47:07.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here He Is!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ace Van Cellars Jackman! Born on April 7th @ 3:35 am. And we finally have a "little" baby boy, 7lbs. 9oz. and 19 1/2 inches. It was a very smooth and enjoyable labor. Almost makes us want to have another (but not quite). You might be wondering about the middle name. It was going to be "Vaughn" but then Rick said that he liked "Van" too. Then we found out that his Grandpa Jackman's middle name was "Van Cellars". He actually picked it out for himself since he didn't have a middle name. It's Dutch and both Rick and I have Dutch ancestry and all of our boys have "Jackman" family middle names so it worked out perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189520972513157810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SATh1EkWIrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/XJjDvp6plOM/s320/100_2511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Getting cleaned up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189520976808125122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SATh1UkWIsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/u2SYDRfI11o/s320/100_2512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189520981103092434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SATh1kkWItI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bmSwY_j8wl4/s320/100_2528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189520989693027042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SATh2EkWIuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i6xVSol-HZA/s320/100_2530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189520993987994354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SATh2UkWIvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/m_pM6hHzx2s/s320/100_2532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189523278910595890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SATj7UkWIzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/VNfRsSvxjvQ/s320/100_2525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189523266025693954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SATj6kkWIwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Ujs9B0zzmW0/s320/100_2536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189523274615628578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SATj7EkWIyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8u2UghYPhCA/s320/Copy+of+100_2538.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;First Bath&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189523270320661266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SATj60kWIxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hDC5msL2meE/s320/100_2542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Getting some love from Grandma Terri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-1423287068122895342?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/1423287068122895342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=1423287068122895342' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/1423287068122895342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/1423287068122895342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/04/here-he-is.html' title='Here He Is!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SATh1EkWIrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/XJjDvp6plOM/s72-c/100_2511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-2116518059400934567</id><published>2008-03-13T11:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:00:02.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Good!</title><content type='html'>I went to the Dr. today and was able to schedule April 15th for an induction. I hate being induced but thought it would be the smartest way to go about it seeing as though We need my mom up here to help with the kids. It's only 5 days before my due date so hopefully I can make it that long. I am feeling much better this pregnancy than the last few. This time it's much better to have him "in" than to have a fifth child to tend to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Rick and I went to the temple last night to do a session. It was awesome. We didn't go with anyone so I felt like I got more out of it. I'm usually in there with someone I know, and I kind of talk through the whole thing. That is a good place to be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-2116518059400934567?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/2116518059400934567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=2116518059400934567' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2116518059400934567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2116518059400934567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/03/feeling-good.html' title='Feeling Good!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-4076573516359951062</id><published>2008-02-28T11:56:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:24:13.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>After my "woe-is-me" post a few days ago, I thought I would do one that recognized the good things in my life. So here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more in love with my husband than ever. I used to be afraid that one day, and that day may still come, I just wouldn't be madly in love with him anymore.  After almost 8 years, it is the total opposite. I think that him being gone so much has "made the heart grow fonder". I get so excited when he gets home!&lt;br /&gt;He is a terrific provider. He always has "something up his sleeve" and it always, always works out. It's amazing. Being the mom to 4, almost 5, kids is tough, but I would much rather be the Mom than be the provider!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blessings of prayer. It works, crazy enough. I feel like I only pray regularly when I really need something. I am trying to do better at this. But still, even when I do pray when I need something, He comes through. What a priceless gift! Also tithing. If you just put faith in the fact that you are being obedient in doing so, you will be taken care of. Believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah my kids are always sick with the flu or colds, but they are relatively healthy. We haven't had to go through any major problems. My kids being free from a true medical emergency is something to truly be grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made some wonderful, life-long friends here in Utah. When I'm going through tough times or just need someone to hang out with, these girls are up for anything. I really do care about them and the feeling seems mutual. The friends that Rick and I have made are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom and Kathy. My mom has been up here so many times since we have moved. She always finagles her work schedule around so that if I need her, she is here. It makes it not too bad with the whole "not having family around" thing when we see her every other month. And then there is Kathy. She is a lady that lives behind us and actually reminds me of my mom, except she likes to clean. She watches the kids if I need to go run errands. She babysits for us when we go out. It is so nice to not have to worry about leaving the kids for long periods of time with a sitter. She is awesome! The kids think they have a 3rd grandma. Jett cries at the back door for her if he see her across the way in her own house. And the boys ask to play at her house instead of their friends houses. She was sent to me for a reason. I would be even more crazy with Rick out of town if I didn't have Kathy. She even came in my house one day while I was out and cleaned it because she felt bad that I was alone and pregnant. What a thing to come home to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on, but this is already  too long....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-4076573516359951062?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/4076573516359951062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=4076573516359951062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/4076573516359951062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/4076573516359951062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/02/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-3187466662827973499</id><published>2008-02-26T11:42:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T12:10:38.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday...</title><content type='html'>was the the day from hell! It started at 3 am with Jett waking up super hot with a fever and then puking. We both didn't get much sleep. Next, I had to get Kaleigh and Drake ready for school in a hurry so they wouldn't miss the bus. The rest of the morning wasn't too bad, seeing as though I laid on the couch with the baby because he would cry if I was out of his sight. Then Drake called home at 11 am to state that he was sick and needed me to pick him up. I knew he was fibbing and told him to stay at school. He missed practically all of last week because he really was sick. It was pretty uneventful until the early evening when I heard the sound of running water outside my kitchen window. Come to find out that my basement floor is covered in water and the window well is full of water and keeps filling up by the second. The dumb ass builders didn't take into consideration that all the runoff from rain, sprinklers, snow, ect. has to go somewhere and since our house and our neighbors house is the lowest point , guess where it goes... So, I have a super sick child, 3 other kids to tend to, a flooding basement, 8 months pregnant, and oh, Rick is in Freaking Vegas, AGAIN! So I'm becoming super emotional at this point.  Our wonderful male neighbors come to my rescue and pump out about 20 inches of water from the window well and keep the pump in there overnight to deal with the water that is still going into it and another neighbor came by to clean up the water in the basement. I was thankful to George who seemed to understand what I was going through. I heard him on the phone while he was talking to someone in our ward and the man on the phone asked something like "is it really that bad", and George stated " well, it's not that bad unless you are pregnant with 4 little kids, your basement has water in it and your husband is out of town!" I felt like he totally understood what I was thinking. It took mad self control to not burst into tears!  To the people that have lived in Utah for a while, this didn't seem like a huge flooding problem. But to me, it was like, there is water in my house and that is not normal. I told Rick, while I was hysterically crying, I HATE LAS VEGAS, I HATE UTAH, I HATE this WEATHER, I HATE BASEMENTS, and I am SICK of SICK KIDS! I also HATED the fact that I was crying and being emotional. Most of you know I am not an emotional girl and I can't stand to let people hear me or see me cry. So much for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am way better today. Jett woke up with no fever and is his happy self! The sun is out, mostly, and that puts me in a good mood. Don't ever take your California weather for granted. I did and now I live in Snow City USA. Sun makes me happy. I am solar powered. And, I used to think my kids got sick a lot in Cali... Well here, they have been sick on and off for the last 5 months! My husband and my mom also made me feel better, letting me know that it is OK to cry and I wasn't being stupid for letting it all out last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-3187466662827973499?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/3187466662827973499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=3187466662827973499' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/3187466662827973499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/3187466662827973499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/02/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday...'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-4242612334212133087</id><published>2008-02-14T11:04:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T11:13:37.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V Day!</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's to all! My husband is out of town, yet again, and I am spending it with my kids today and my mom later this afternoon. I am so excited to have her visit us! Being with the kids all week, by myself, gets a little challenging. She will be a breath of freash air in this freezing, snowy, crappy, environment! The storm last night was so bad that some people lost power for the night, other's were not even able to get home from work or school (that would be scary as a parent) and MY dish network was out (just being dramatic)! Then to top it off, Rick called to tell me he was on his way to the emergency room because he was so sick. For that guy to get himself to the doctor, let alone the emergency room, is a huge deal. So, it kind of worried me because if he thought he needed to go there, it must be really bad. It turned out to only be bronchitis and now he is resting in LV alone on V Day. So sad... But it does make me realize how much I do love him when he is gone. Not that I don't love him when he is here, but you get the idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-4242612334212133087?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/4242612334212133087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=4242612334212133087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/4242612334212133087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/4242612334212133087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/02/v-day.html' title='V Day!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-2742895501726073195</id><published>2008-02-09T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T15:02:20.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIBS! YUM!</title><content type='html'>You can soo tell that I am pregos when I am blogging about food... but the Curley's ribs from Costco are the bomb! I bought them because I had a coupon. I am a sucker for coupons. Anyway, they are ready to go with the b-b-q sauce already on them. Super easy cuz you just put them in the oven. So, if anyone else loves bar-b-que but doesn't want to go to all the trouble to prepare it yourself, these ribs are heavenly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-2742895501726073195?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/2742895501726073195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=2742895501726073195' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2742895501726073195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2742895501726073195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/02/ribs-yum.html' title='RIBS! YUM!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-6755445744206853634</id><published>2008-01-31T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:47:07.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Phone!</title><content type='html'>I usually don't get too excited about having to buy a cell phone, but I love this thing. My old phone still worked but the lens was cracked in a million pieces and so my phone wouldn't take good pictures (a very important part of text messaging in Rick's mind). So Rick and I went to Verizon and checked out their phones. Rick is always buying new phones and it drives me nuts because I think they are a waste of money. He was excited that I was trading in my pink Razor for a new model. I picked this green enV. It has a huge camera and the lens has a cover to protect it. The best part is the full keyboard for texting. It makes it so much faster. I love this phone! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161735868144436498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/R6IrbI0kRRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/JrAABEzQBGw/s320/100_2403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161735838079665410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/R6IrZY0kRQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-w2HRaYTzro/s320/100_2404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-6755445744206853634?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/6755445744206853634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=6755445744206853634' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/6755445744206853634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/6755445744206853634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-phone.html' title='New Phone!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/R6IrbI0kRRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/JrAABEzQBGw/s72-c/100_2403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-6445267140726610837</id><published>2008-01-31T11:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T11:48:44.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackman Krew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border:1px solid #000000;background-color:#fff;padding:0;width:398px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.emode.com/images/widget/gigya/widgetHeader.jpg" width="398" height="39" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="padding:10px;text-align:center;width:398px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50652/color/index.jsp?testname=colorogt&amp;resultid=-" target="_blank" style="color:#2181da;text-decoration:underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;"&gt;What's Your True Color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="padding:10px 0;font-size:17px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My Result: &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50652/color/index.jsp?testname=colorogt&amp;resultid=-" target="_blank" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:17px;font-weight:bold;color:#000;"&gt;Orange&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="padding:0 10px 10px 10px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;border-bottom:1px solid #ccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div style="float:right;padding:5px 0 0 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/color/index.jsp?testname=colorogt&amp;resultid=D" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/color/images/orange_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     You're a bold, confident &lt;b&gt;orange&lt;/b&gt;. A warm, powerful color that indicates a strong, welcoming personality, orange is the mark of people who are social and extroverted by nature. Vibrant, with an upbeat attitude, you have a bright, inviting demeanor.  Energetic and fun-loving, you're a real friend-magnet. Your easy charm and unassuming manner make you the sort of person people want to meet and get to know better. Well-rounded and fun to be around, you enjoy helping others, so it's no surprise that orange also symbolizes attraction. Orange is an extraordinary color — for an extraordinary person.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="padding:10px;text-align:center;width:376px;overflow:hidden;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div style="padding:0 0 5px 0;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;What are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/color/index.jsp?testname=colorogt&amp;resultid=D" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;color:#2181da;text-decoration:underline;font-family:arial;"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/color/index.jsp?testname=colorogt&amp;resultid=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDE4MDg5MzczOTAmcD*1OTEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2Vy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-6445267140726610837?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/6445267140726610837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=6445267140726610837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/6445267140726610837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/6445267140726610837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/01/jackman-krew.html' title='Jackman Krew'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-2436243571313769640</id><published>2008-01-25T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T16:18:25.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night</title><content type='html'>Rick has been home all week. It has been nice except for the fact that he comes home late every night. Last night it was 8:30 pm when he walked through the door. We have been playing cards after all the kids are in bed and it has been really fun. As we are about to start our game he tells me he is going to his friends house to play some rock band game. I was a little upset because the night time is our time and I'm pregnant so everything upsets me anyway. But, he is out of town a lot and rarely gets to hang out with the boys. I really wanted a donut (this is a reoccurring craving whenever I am pregnant) and some hot chocolate from the the gas station. We have a ton of hot chocolate at home but I think theirs is better. And being the sweet husband that he is, he went to the gas station after our card game (which finished around 10:30 pm) and got me the drink. They didn't have the right donut (cake with white frosting and rainbow sprinkles) but the hot cocoa was awesome! He then hopped back in his car and stayed at Casey's until 1:45 am. Boys and their video games...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-2436243571313769640?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/2436243571313769640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=2436243571313769640' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2436243571313769640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2436243571313769640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/01/late-night.html' title='Late Night'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-1167337617531143521</id><published>2008-01-16T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:50:57.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Where did you meet your husband?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time I saw him. I was 12 and there was a stake dance that we were allowed to go to. A lot of my friends were older and had been going to stake activities for a while and knew a lot of the other kids throughout the stake. One of my good friends had a crush on him or something like that. I'm pretty sure that he came to the dance with a girl that apparently none of us thought was cute enough for him because we were talking about him the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the first thing he said to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the same High School but he was 2 grades ahead of me. I'm pretty sure I was a Freshmen and of course didn't have a licence or a ride home from school that day. By this time he had already dated a few of my friends and my brothers didn't like him because he took one of their hats out of the seminary room at church. So my thoughts on him were not very nice. Anyway, I was walking home from school, and I lived far, wearing a short skirt and totally mad that no came to pick me up and then a white Chevy truck pulls beside me and a voice says, "Wanna ride?" I knew I didn't like the guy but there was no way I was going to pass up a ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was your first date?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unofficial first date... I was a Sophomore now and had been hanging around his sister for a while when Rick got his licence suspended. He and his sister are only 1 year apart and pretty good friends, so he started hanging out with her a lot because she had her licence. We went to a girls basketball game, where his x-girlfriend was playing and my best friend was also playing. After the game we went to In-N-Out with a big group of us and I talked to him the majority of the night. I already knew, EVERYBODY knew, what a player he was so I was trying to keep a safe distance. Everyone was teasing me that I liked him. I denied it, for fear of being ridiculed, but really, how could any girl resist him. He was too smooth. We went to the movies after and I sat by him and kind of got a little closer than I should of because I was hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official first date... I asked him to the Winter Formal dance at our school. I was 15 1/2 at the time so I wasn't allowed to date yet, but my mom was in love with him (like most moms were) so of course she would let me go. We went to Las Brisas in Laguna before the dance to have dinner. It has become one of our special occasion spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was your first kiss?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember which came first, so here are both of the stories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick became friends with my brother Tommy. My family was going to Las Vegas for a little trip and had invited him to go along. He was there to hang out with Tommy and I was still only 15 1/2, so when I went to bed they were just getting ready to "paint the town". I was laying on a pull out bed, just brushed my teeth and put in my retainers, because I thought they had left the room already, when he came on over to the side of the bed and stuck his tongue in my mouth and gave me this big huge kiss. Not expected at all and I'm sure it was as horrible for him as it was for me.&lt;br /&gt;I was at his house with his sister and it was around Christmas time. There was Mistletoe hanging above the door and someone dared him to kiss me. I had never "french kissed" before and was not expecting a tongue in my mouth. But there it was. Another awful attempt at a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;So... I don't know which one was the first, but needless to say, one of those was my official FIRST kiss. With anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long/Short Courtship/Engagement?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where it gets very interesting... So after the Winter Formal, he got back together with his X. Nothing really ever escalated with us so it wasn't that big of a deal for me. I was also kind of expecting nothing from him. I went on with life and school. I became good friends with his girlfriend. They broke up eventually and she started dating my brother. She then cheated on my brother with Rick, they broke up, and then she got back together with Rick, again. I got a steady boyfriend by the beginning of my Junior year, and Rick was long gone. I was super happy in my relationship but was always a little bitter that she used me to get to my brother and then cheated on him with Rick Jackman. So now at this time I had been with Mickey for 9 whole months, and in the summer before my Senior year. Rick was still with the same girl and had become friends with my older brother Nick. Nick had been dating Rachel for a bit and they were going to the beach with Rick and his girlfriend. Mickey was supposed to come home from hanging out with his friends so we could spend our "anniversary" together but never showed up. Rick showed up with no girlfriend and here was my mom again telling me to go with them. So I went. Rick and Nick surfed while I got to know Nick's girlfriend Rachel a little better. She was asking me questions about Rick, and I kept telling her to stay away from him because I was sure he would try something. He was ruthless with cute girls. After the session, Nick and Rachel went somewhere and Rick and I went to Taco Bell in Huntington on Main. We talked for a while about the going's on in our life. He teased me about my boyfriend. I told him his girlfriend was an idiot. So on and so on. He drove me home and when we were in front of my house, he dared me to kiss him. I was thinking "Great! Now I can get him to cheat on the girlfriend that cheated on my brother". So we did. He was such a good kisser. I couldn't resist, again. After that, we would go to the movies on school nights in cities that were far enough away that we thought nobody we knew would ever see us. We both still has significant others. It was fun being sneaky. I went to school the next day after one of our dates and one of the guys that hung out in our group asked if I had been to the movies with Rick Jackman the night before. I denied it of course, but everyone kind of knew. Rick's gfriend started hearing stuff and we kind of fizzled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had graduated, I broke up with my boyfriend. I some how started hanging out with one of Rick's roommates. We became really good friends, that was it. I still didn't care for Rick's crazy chick and started hooking up with him again while they were still together. I would be at his apartment for parties that she would have no clue about. She thought they were going to get married one day. HA! I don't know if she broke it off with him or vice versa, but they did break up, again. I started spending more and more time with him, trying my hardest not to fall in love with him because I knew sooner or later he would screw me over. So I pretended not to care what he did and never let on that I was falling for him. Until one day, I became an emotional girl, and left his apartment in tears. He called my cell a couple of times before I answered and asked me to come back to talk things over. He said he knew exactly what I was upset about. And he did. I liked him a lot but didn't want to. I for sure I didn't want him to know that. Too late. So the sneaking around stopped. We became "official" in November 1999, got pregnant in December, found out January 2nd 2000. Then planned a wedding for April 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, long courtship, short engagement. And that isn't even the half of it....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did you get married? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;April 29, 2000 at his parents house in Whittier, California. We were then sealed in the San Diego Temple March, 2002. He proposed to me at that temple and said one day he would take me there. He made good on his word.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where did you Honeymoon?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oahu, Hawaii. We had an awesome time. Maye that's why we can't get enough of that state???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here we are, almost 8 years later, 4 and 1/2 kids later, living in Utah and totally in love. Did I mention he was the best kisser EVER!? Once you go "Rick", you never go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-1167337617531143521?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/1167337617531143521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=1167337617531143521' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/1167337617531143521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/1167337617531143521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/01/where-did-you-meet-your-husband-i.html' title='Love Tag'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-6000879774618549047</id><published>2008-01-07T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T16:25:13.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Some Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>Those of you who "really" know Rick and I know that we are all about a good time. I have heard some silly stuff about my "Christmas Party" blog post.  I would think that those of you who actually read my blog are good friends, just wondering how we are doing all the way up in here in Utah, or friends that we haven't seen in a while, this being a good way to stay in touch. You might even be friends that live in Utah with us. What ever the case, YES we hold temple recommends! I also don't think it is any one's business if we do or not, but just in case you were wondering. If the stick in your butt is wedged too far up to remove it, then I advise you to not read our bolg any longer. You might faint the next time I post something that is just "funny", not something to question my immmortality for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-6000879774618549047?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/6000879774618549047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=6000879774618549047' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/6000879774618549047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/6000879774618549047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-some-thoughts.html' title='Just Some Thoughts...'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-2207707338396099410</id><published>2008-01-02T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T10:23:59.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This year, instead of just thinking about (or telling Rick about) some New Year's Resolutions that I want to TRY to accomplish, I am going to write them out in hopes that I actually follow through. I find that if I write something down I always remember it and rarely need a reminder of it. So.... here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having 4 children with another on the way gets pretty hectic. The laundry piles up, the dishes don't always get done, and I seldom make time to just play with my kids. With each new baby I try really hard to enjoy them, to spend quality time with them because they grow up and they are never those precious little babies again. But my older kids don't get the same treatment. I feel as though I am always yelling at them to clean their rooms or screaming at them to be quiet so I can rest. This year I am going to put more time into ALL of them! Reading books before the "goodnight prayer", saying the "goodnight prayer", FHE (even if it is not the most structured), and things of that sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Temple...We are going once a month. We live in Utah, no excuses!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tend to be... what's the right word... witchy, with a "B". I think that goes along with the control freak thing. Rick is so good to me and I am starting to realize that I am a hard person to please. I also don't put all my faith into him when it is decision making time. I seem to second guess him a lot and then when all is said and done, I say to him, "Why didn't I just trust you all along". He is the patriarch of our home and family and I will do my best to relinquish my control to him. Also, I will be more pleasant and happy ( he always seems to be).&lt;/p&gt;Church... It starts at 11 now. We should have no problem being on time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be Grateful. Grateful for the things we already have. Grateful for our home (even if it is in Utah). I have been giving Rick a hard time for moving the family here. I loved it, until I became pregnant. I think because everyone and their mother is pregnant in this state, it feels less special. The receptionist in the doctor's office are not too friendly, the doctor sees tons of "us" every hour and in every store you go to at least half the women have a round belly just like mine. I have to spend $355 every visit because they want their money up front, and I have insurance! That said, I was in the shower on New Year's Eve (where I do my best and clearest thinking) and decided, "This is where I live now, get over it! I have great friends, the kids have great friends, and Rick is so happy here. I need to be too." I'm going to be GRATEFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, now that I have written them down, I will have to accomplish them, or at least work on them diligently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-2207707338396099410?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/2207707338396099410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=2207707338396099410' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2207707338396099410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2207707338396099410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-year-instead-of-just-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-1454690043009154010</id><published>2007-12-17T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:47:08.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 1st Annual Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we left California, I knew I would miss a lot of things. During Christmas time, I am reminded of those things, and one of them was my brother's annual Christmas party. Rick and I have gone every year they have had it, except for this year and last. So... when we moved to Utah, we decided that we would have our own party with the new friends we have met here. Luckily for us, they are a silly and fun as Rick and I, and everybody brought some great gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We decided our party was going to be called the "Naughty &amp;amp; Nice" Christmas party. For those of you who know us, no point on explaining. The good part is, you have a 50/50 chance on going home with something "normal". We actually got 2 crazy gifts, but one couple wanted one of them cuz they got 2 lotion gift sets. They didn't want to leave the party ALL nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a great time and can't wait til' next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145008412705831538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/R2a95FW6OnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/m7cXDo3SEeI/s320/Copy+of+100_2303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Rick's cousin who won the naughty gift that Rick brought. It is a blow-up "wife". The box said it was the best kind of wife because she doesn't say a word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145009452087917202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/R2a-1lW6OpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/KNGnDDQt_o0/s320/Copy+of+100_2306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This prize was great. A belt with mistletoe tied to the middle in the front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145008421295766146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/R2a95lW6OoI/AAAAAAAAAIo/CsaZFi6joAQ/s320/Copy+of+100_2297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These panties were HUGE! My friend, who is 8 months pregnant, was a good sport and tried them on for all of us to witness. She had them tied up in the back so they would stay on. They really were humongous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145007175755250194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/R2a8xFW6OhI/AAAAAAAAAHw/fdmxv0_Nwfc/s320/100_2292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this was the winner... "Ask Mr. Dick". It's kind of like a magic 8 ball. You ask Mr. Dick a question, give him a good shake, and then he will have the answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This girl gave it away. Obviously she already knows what Mr. Dick will say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-1454690043009154010?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/1454690043009154010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=1454690043009154010' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/1454690043009154010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/1454690043009154010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2007/12/our-1st-annual-christmas-party.html' title='Our 1st Annual Christmas Party'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/R2a95FW6OnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/m7cXDo3SEeI/s72-c/Copy+of+100_2303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-3845434406074182758</id><published>2007-12-12T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T15:17:42.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm It!</title><content type='html'>Post these rules of "tag" at the beginning of your blog. List 6 facts, habit or obsession about yourself. At the end of the post, you must tag 6 people and post their names. Go to their blog and leave them a comment letting them know they have been tagged and to read your blog for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 I love love love "out food". That is what I call it. There is nothing better than going out to a good restaurant, eating delicious food, and then not having to clean it up. I always start with a blue cheese salad and then usually I get a steak of some sort. And I always have dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 I have come to the conclusion that I am a "control freak". I have to have things done my way or it just doesn't fly. Rick told me this about a month ago and I told him he was the freak. But now I know he was right. I have been paying attention to myself and it is completely true. It truly is "my way or the highway"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 I am obsessed with Christmas. I know you are thinking it is just because this is the time of year, but that is not the case. I think about "my month" of Christmas all year. I even asked Rick if we could decorate one of the basement rooms in only Christmas decorations. I love the family time and the music and the movies and buying presents and.... I'm sure you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 I am not a "Girls" girl. Girls bug me. The stuff they do for attention. Stupid. It is probably because I grew up with 3 sports enthused brothers that always beat me up and didn't tolerate a girly girl. Maybe. Don't get me wrong, I have lots of "girlfriends" that I love! But I think they get me and my rough personality. (Hopefully I have not offended any of you... But if so, it's kind of your fault for being my friend ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 I have a make-up fetish. I love buying the stuff. But only the pricey kind. I don't wear it often, only when Rick and I go out or to church on Sundays. I consider myself more of a collector. I buy it whenever I have the chance. Usually when I am at Nordstrom or when I get the Sephora catalog. It's good stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 Last, but definitely not least, I have a burning for USC football. I am holding out for the day when one, or all, of my sons had his name said over the loud speaker at a game. They were all named for that specific reason. Drake Jackman, Cade Jackman, Jett Jackman, and Ace Jackman sound like awesome football names! Most people would not want a house full of boys. But to me, it's like I have 4 chances to get one of them to that school to play ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now... I Tag Kelli, Amanda, Whitney, Elissa, Mindi, and Katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-3845434406074182758?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/3845434406074182758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=3845434406074182758' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/3845434406074182758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/3845434406074182758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-it.html' title='I&apos;m It!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-198725190050869690</id><published>2007-12-11T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:47:10.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home at Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Rick and I got home early Sunday morning after being away for a whole week. The cruise was amazing! It was a non-stop fun fest. Cozumel was Mexico... need I say more. Grand Cayman was awesome. We swam with the stingrays about 2 miles out in the middle of the ocean where there is a sandbar. The water was the clearest we had ever seen and only came up to our waist. The stingrays were huge and very pleasant. You would never know that they are wild creatures in the ocean, and not tamed ones from Sea World. That was a great day. Next stop was Jamaica. We opted out of a beach day and instead took a taxi all around Montego Bay. We saw the ghetto, of course we didn't get out of the car. We also went up on a golf course to see the views. We ended with an authentic lunch of jerk chicken, pork, and sausage. We also had breadfruit (not good, unless you like the taste of a sponge), sweet potato and festival (it kind of tastes like funnel cake in the shape of a log, with no sugar). We had a great time on the ship as well. After all the dodge ball, basketball, volleyball, bingo, karaoke, game shows, musicals, comedians, black jack, and dancing... we were ready to come home. A cruise is the only way to go!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143159380280257634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/R2AsNOzSrGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jZ_HuH-gTYU/s320/100_2238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143161029547699410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/R2AttOzSrNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/faci3e5ZK-w/s320/100_2236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Swimming with the Sting Rays in Grand Cayman&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143160299403259026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/R2AtCuzSrJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/x0MzeKfMCuk/s320/Copy+of+100_2248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rick and the "Bud Man" in Jamaica&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143159358805421122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/R2AsL-zSrEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5fXTBWxSMUs/s320/100_2244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The veiw from a "nice" hotel in Jamaica (That is our boat)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143159388870192242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/R2AsNuzSrHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/XvDWeswFVoQ/s320/100_2253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ritz Carlton Beach in Jamaica&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143159397460126850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/R2AsOOzSrII/AAAAAAAAAG4/bXstbNuVgDM/s320/100_2254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Darwin, Sophia and us in Jamaica. Some great new friends that were on the cruise with us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143160320878095538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/R2AtD-zSrLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1RzbTyP7xyI/s320/100_2279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The last sunset on the cruise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143160312288160930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/R2AtDezSrKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/G0Q3OHj-lxo/s320/100_2267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our last "formal" dinner&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143160333762997442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/R2AtEuzSrMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/HyhLc3UBmXA/s320/100_2286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All the kids showing off the loot from Cozumel and Jamaica.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-198725190050869690?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/198725190050869690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=198725190050869690' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/198725190050869690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/198725190050869690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2007/12/home-at-last.html' title='Home at Last'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/R2AsNOzSrGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jZ_HuH-gTYU/s72-c/100_2238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-8744077417636948577</id><published>2007-11-26T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T13:18:31.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!</title><content type='html'>We found out last Monday that we are definitely having another BOY! There was no mistaking that. His junk was standing at attention for the world (or rick and myself) to see. If you are thinking, "oh... another boy... that's too bad", don't. We are super excited to add another Jackman boy to the world. Now we just have to wait 20 or so weeks until we get to meet Ace Van Jackman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-8744077417636948577?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/8744077417636948577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=8744077417636948577' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/8744077417636948577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/8744077417636948577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2007/11/wow.html' title='WOW!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-3405560475279357668</id><published>2007-11-15T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:47:10.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have been reading my blog, you know that Rick has been out of town A LOT. About 2 weeks ago he was in Cali for a meeting and decided to visit Trigger Happy. He then came home and surprised me with this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133164452920473378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Rzyp3438tyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ebLns3OlIZw/s320/100_2208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually love it. I am not a big fan of tattoos in the slightest, but there is something that screams romantic (if a tattoo can be associated with the word). He said that he got it over his heart because that is where I belong. And the "dot" on the "i" is a flame because I am his flame or because he still holds a torch for me. I feel really loved, which is something I need right now, being pregnant and hormonal and not to mention extremely EMOTIONAL!&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/5419393155535694332-3405560475279357668?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/3405560475279357668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=3405560475279357668' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/3405560475279357668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/3405560475279357668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2007/11/surprise.html' title='Surprise!?'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Rzyp3438tyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ebLns3OlIZw/s72-c/100_2208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-6555362695620453045</id><published>2007-11-08T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:47:11.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/RzNB_0KZYXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ahLcemJ0xf8/s1600-h/100_2188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130516965094941042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/RzNB_0KZYXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ahLcemJ0xf8/s320/100_2188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had a great Halloween this year. Crazy, but fun. The boys were Power Rangers, again. Except this year, they are Power Rangers Operation Overdrive. Lucky for us, they come out with a new style every year. Kaleigh was Minnie Mouse dressed as a Pumpkin (I talked her into this one) and Jett was Ratatouille. The top picture was taken at the end of the night, and as you can see, Ratatouille was not having any! He looked so cute though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In California we used to go to our friends house after trunk-o-treating and eat yummy food at their house. I always looked forward to that. Sitting by the fire, drinking hot chocolate, and just visiting. So, this year I was going to take over and do that here in Utah. Rick flew in from Vegas early that morning and slept pretty much all day. When he woke up, I sent him to Home Depot to get a fire pit. I started preparing a Mexican (yes, I'll admit it) dinner that consisted of enchiladas, rice and beans that took me forever! It turned out great though. We all ate dinner and then all the moms took the kids around the neighborhood while the dads figured out the fire pit. When we got back the fire was burning and the hot chocolate was calling our names. We had a great, tiring, day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/RzNAbUKZYSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8kTWeTl_w9I/s1600-h/Copy+of+100_2196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130515238518087970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/RzNAbUKZYSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8kTWeTl_w9I/s320/Copy+of+100_2196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice all the "NERDS" that are stuck to the neck of the costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like mother, like Son!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130516114691416402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/RzNBOUKZYVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/uIXhHg8rKAI/s320/Copy+of+100_2195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Cade looks like when he says "CHEESE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130515229928153362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/RzNAa0KZYRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CgMhnEVitzA/s320/Copy+of+100_2200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Serious. He wasn't having the picture taking by this time. He was ready to get into his loot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/RzNAcEKZYUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RhSSTVg6Q2Q/s1600-h/Copy+of+100_2193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130515251402989890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/RzNAcEKZYUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RhSSTVg6Q2Q/s320/Copy+of+100_2193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While getting ready for school, I told Kaleigh that she could wear make-up if she wanted to. She was very excited! When we were finished putting her hair up, she looked in the mirror and said, "Mom, I don't think I need to wear any make-up. Look how pretty I already look!" I was so proud. I always tell her how beautiful she is and I am glad to see her self confidence is in effect. Hopefully she still feels this way when she gets into High School!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-6555362695620453045?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/6555362695620453045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=6555362695620453045' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/6555362695620453045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/6555362695620453045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/RzNB_0KZYXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ahLcemJ0xf8/s72-c/100_2188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-7850717063577988924</id><published>2007-10-26T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:47:11.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the Dad's Away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the Mom will dress her baby in overalls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130512038767452402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/RzM9hEKZYPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/m-yydraXx7A/s320/Copy+of+100_2178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rick is working in Las Vegas, again. While I was dressing Jett for the day, I found some overalls in his drawer that still had the tags on them. I thought it would be funny to put a boy in overalls, so I did. I sent Rick the same picture. He didn't seem to agree. What you have to understand is that Rick, when he is home, has to approve everything the boys wear. I think I dress them pretty cute but he always has something to say about their outfits. So now, I ask him before I even pull out the clothes. That is why is thought it would be a hoot if I made the baby wear these while Rick is out of town because can't do anything about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-7850717063577988924?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/7850717063577988924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=7850717063577988924' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/7850717063577988924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/7850717063577988924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-dads-away.html' title='When the Dad&apos;s Away...'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/RzM9hEKZYPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/m-yydraXx7A/s72-c/Copy+of+100_2178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-2187092520536478081</id><published>2007-10-22T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T11:15:29.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Baby!</title><content type='html'>We had a blast in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Vegas this weekend. We went down there for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kyani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Convention. We stayed at the Hotel where the convention was being held, The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Suncoast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I was surprised by how nice it was. Our room was large and the bathroom as well. I was very pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived Thursday evening and had to hurry and get ready for our reservation at MESA Grill. It was delicious, as always. We had some friends going to the convention also, so we met up with them after to play the tables a bit. Rick was super tired so he played a few hands, then headed up to bed. I stayed and played and was up $75 so I decided it was a good time to call it quits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick has done really good the first 2 months of this business, and for that we were invited to the "Presidents Luncheon". I was for the top 10 distributors in the company. That was way fun. It was awesome to be a part of that crowd. After the luncheon was the start of the convention. We listened to motivational speakers and such. It was actually really interesting. I did get tired at the end of it, though. We were in "class" from 4 pm to 11:30 pm. I was so tired that after, we got dinner at the coffee shop and then I just went to bed. Rick, on the other hand, went downstairs to the casino and played this game that we just learned, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Paigow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He came back up around 3 am! We had to be at our next meeting @ 9 am, so I was glad I didn't stay up with him, even though he did make a couple hundred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday's festivities were awesome. It was the last day of the convention and we were totally pumped. Rick got called on stage a few time for his efforts. But, the best part was when they called his name to receive the CRUISE! We both went up and got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;leied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Only 20 people earned one and we were one of them! It was awesome! We set sail on December 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Caribbean&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next part was just as great, even though we were not the ones &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;benefiting&lt;/span&gt;. Our good friends, Nikki and Casey earned the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Escalade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They were 1 of 4 people that did. It was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; car. Now I can't wait to get ours (in January, I'm thinking!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all was said and done with the convention, we hit the tables! I played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Paigow&lt;/span&gt; with Rick and then a few hours later I hit the royal flush. It paid $750! We were so up at this point that I put away the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ammount&lt;/span&gt; of money we started with and just used our winnings to continue to play. We went to the Cheesecake Factory with some friends and then back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Paigow&lt;/span&gt;. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;few&lt;/span&gt; hours after that, Rick hit the royal flush too! We were done. We were so up that we payed for our whole entire trip, food, hotel, snacks, gas, everything. We still came home with the money we took and about $600 extra. It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all we had a great time. Can't wait for the next one in Provo, Utah. At least we won't have to travel far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;BON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; VOYAGE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-2187092520536478081?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/2187092520536478081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=2187092520536478081' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2187092520536478081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2187092520536478081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2007/10/vegas-baby.html' title='Vegas Baby!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-5524348426258805069</id><published>2007-10-17T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:47:13.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>California</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had a blast in California! We left Wednesday the 10th in the afternoon, right after Kaleigh got out of school. We drove (myself and the kids) to Las Vegas, where we were meeting Rick. He has been working there since September for his old company FJR Pacific. He is working on this big, huge, LONG, job for Pepsi. Anyway, we stayed with him, Stevie, Matt, and another guy named Steve at the house the company has leased for the job. It was quite the place. I noticed all the Asian inspired art throughout the house. When I mentioned it to Rick, he said "Oh, just wait." Much to my surprise, in the room we were staying in, there was a gigantic painting of an Asian woman bearing her boobs! Nice. The kids couldn't stop staring and commenting on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up early (thanks to Jett) and went to see the work Rick has been doing. Crazy stuff. I always joke that it is amazing that the stuff they do actually works. I don't think that Rick thinks it is a funny joke , though. We left there around 8 am and started our journey, again. We arrived in Chino, California @ 11:15 am. I didn't think I drove that fast, bit I guess I must have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids couldn't wait to see their cousins, so we dropped our stuff off at my mom's and then headed to Rachel's. We stayed there pretty much all day and just chatted while the kids played. It was nice and relaxing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we were planning on going to Disneyland. It has been sad for me being so far away from the things I took for granted. We used to go to Disneyland at least twice a month, if not more. Now it has to be a big to do. I bought passes because I plan om going at lest 3 more times before they expire. I wanted to get there by 10 am so we could do as much as possible. but, Kaleigh woke up and said she was so sick that we couldn't go. She threw up and then went to sleep. When she woke she was ready to go, much to the boys delight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time. My two sister-in-law's came too. My mom had all of her grand kids there. All 10 of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124215263595554994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Rxzeogs_aLI/AAAAAAAAADw/AFghbrLzRBY/s320/Copy+of+100_2129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124215267890522306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Rxzeows_aMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Bq9k5ou6ihY/s320/Copy+of+100_2132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124215276480456914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/RxzepQs_aNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JM_oEAz9Vtc/s320/Copy+of+100_2140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124215280775424226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Rxzepgs_aOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/lCge0Qh84nc/s320/Copy+of+100_2143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124215289365358834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/RxzeqAs_aPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dwl4uiYiYMY/s320/Copy+of+100_2144.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124216650869991682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Rxzf5Qs_aQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5kKt1CrGH9A/s320/Copy+of+100_2146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124216655164958994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Rxzf5gs_aRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/JVO_LON15JI/s320/100_2153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124216663754893602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Rxzf6As_aSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/IjbE7STkK4M/s320/100_2166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124216668049860914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Rxzf6Qs_aTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/lwGXbc5BMRc/s320/100_2172.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jett was super tired, but still managed to hold his baba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we went to my niece's 3rd birthday at Chuck E Cheese's. That was surprisingly fun. On the way home Cade was complaining that he was feeling sick. I was trying to pull over when he puked. I had given him this little bag to try to get it in, which he did, mostly. Amber, another sister-in-law, was with us and was holding the bag while I was trying to clean him up. We were both trying not to puke ourselves, seeing as though we are both pregnant. No trip is ever a vacation without a little puking going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a fun and eventful time. We left California @ 6 am on Monday and made it home @ 3:45 pm, Utah time. It took me less than 9 hours. I even stopped for a total of 1 hour. I am a speed demon, I guess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-5524348426258805069?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/5524348426258805069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=5524348426258805069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/5524348426258805069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/5524348426258805069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2007/10/california.html' title='California'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Rxzeogs_aLI/AAAAAAAAADw/AFghbrLzRBY/s72-c/Copy+of+100_2129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-5244517160901027263</id><published>2007-10-10T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T08:54:39.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And We're Off...</title><content type='html'>to California! I knew that the kids had Thursday and Friday off, but then Kaleigh informed me that they have Monday off too. Rick is working in Las Vegas again, so I thought it would be a perfect excuse to visit. I am a little nervous about the drive with 4 kids all by myself. The thing I am most concerned about is when I have to go to the bathroom. I am going to have to take all the kids in with me. That is gonna be difficult. Maybe I will take extra diapers and pee in those... That will be funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-5244517160901027263?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/5244517160901027263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=5244517160901027263' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/5244517160901027263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/5244517160901027263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-were-off.html' title='And We&apos;re Off...'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-2003772646704873312</id><published>2007-10-08T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T10:08:34.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Thursday...</title><content type='html'>was an eventful day. I started the day out with my friend and neighbor Kandi, yes that is her real, full, name. Anyway, she asked if I wanted to go with her to a card making workshop. I was super excited to go to one that I didn't have to do any work for. I used to do these myself but it was too much of a hassle, so I quit. Well, I really wanted to go, but Rick was expecting me to clean the entire house, top to bottom, because I was going out of town for a girls weekend. So, I thought about it and said screw cleaning, I'm gonna make cards! So we went and I was pleasantly surprised. We made 5 baby cards and they were adorable. We had to hurry home so I could be home for when the boys got home from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From noon until 1, I was frantically cleaning the house. I thought, for a split second, maybe I shouldn't have gone to the workshop. My house had a lot of work to be done and I needed to head for my first Dr's appt. I did what I could to the house and then took all the boys to my other friend's, Marie, house and went to the Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors office was filled with pregnant girls. I felt a little weird being associated with all of them. I was from California, and being pregnant here, in Utah, seemed like no big deal because EVERYBODY is pregos here. I wished I was back in Cali. I must be emotional because I almost started crying. But, I didn't (I'm not that big of a wuss). They called me back and I had to do all the crappy "first visit" stuff, like get totally naked! Suck... At the end they did an ultrasound because I really had no clue as to when my last period was. They kind of looked at me like I was an idiot. Here I am, having 4 kids already, and acting like a 12 year old who doesn't keep track of her menstrual cycle. It worked out to my advantage though. I found out that I am 12 weeks and due in April. Crazy! I am practically 1/3 of the way done already. The baby was doing flips and waving it's arms at the camera. The heart beat was already going strong. I asked the doctor why the baby already had limbs (before he told me my due date). I was so surprised to see a real, formed, moving baby that didn't look like a peanut. He laughed and said, "That's what happens when your almost in your 2nd trimester...". I felt stupid. But it was still awesome. He said we could find out what the baby is, if we want to , my next appt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are, waiting for April 20, 2008, and wondering if we are going to have an Ace Vaughn or Van, or an Avery or Bella Marie..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-2003772646704873312?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/2003772646704873312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=2003772646704873312' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2003772646704873312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2003772646704873312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-thursday.html' title='Last Thursday...'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-967501287674871456</id><published>2007-10-01T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T15:16:17.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Love</title><content type='html'>After reading the Twilight series I have found a new love for reading. I used to think the only reading material that was meant for me was US Weekly and In Touch. Not anymore. I have expanded my horizons, and am now in search of some other good books. I know it isn't normal to only want to read books that have "good" Vampires as the main Characters, so I am up for suggestions. Let me know some books you have fallen in love with that you think I must read! And, I already know about Nicolas Sparks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-967501287674871456?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/967501287674871456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=967501287674871456' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/967501287674871456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/967501287674871456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-love.html' title='A New Love'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-9144931808276737850</id><published>2007-10-01T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T10:15:29.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag!</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by Amanda Smith and Mindi Cluff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Jobs I've Had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Domestic Goddess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. College Hospital Mental Health Worker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Express&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Secretary for Pshycologist Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Places I've Lived:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eagle Mountain, UTAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Chino, CALIFORNIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Fullerton, CALIFORNIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Whittier, CALIFORNIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Foods I Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fried Chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Blue Cheese Salads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Chips &amp;amp; Salsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Websites I visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. kyanisun.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. liasophia.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. wamu.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Places I'd rather be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Maui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Alone with Rick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. at a Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Movies I love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Lost Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ever After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Patriot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bridges of Maddison County&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 TV Shows I watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Hills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Newport Harbor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Rock Of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Survivor Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 People I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jillian Farnsworth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Carolee Biehn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Whitney Warner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Katie Dunn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-9144931808276737850?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/9144931808276737850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=9144931808276737850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/9144931808276737850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/9144931808276737850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2007/10/4-jobs-ive-had-1.html' title='Tag!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-3915811469861356205</id><published>2007-09-24T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T10:06:36.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>I just finished the Twilight series of books. I was so consumed with them all week. I even finished the second one in one day. I absolutely loved them! I have always been a big fan of Vampires for some odd reason, and let me just say that these books were not a let down in the slightest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-3915811469861356205?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/3915811469861356205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=3915811469861356205' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/3915811469861356205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/3915811469861356205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2007/09/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-8365673057272171566</id><published>2007-09-17T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T10:04:37.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rick is home now, at least for this week. Those 2 weeks without him was pretty tiring. Last week was good though. I went to breakfast with my friend and neighbor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kandi&lt;/span&gt;. We both just took our babies. All of the other kids were in school. It is so nice to be able to do things with one child in tow. After breakfast I went to Costco. They have the best stuff there. I went in for only 4 items and walked out, $150 later, with the cutest Christmas cards. They were super cheap and cuter that anything I could make for that price. I also got the book "Twilight". I have been reading it all weekend. I haven't gotten very far. Something always seems to come up that makes it impossible to read. If I read at night, I get too tired and fall asleep. I tried to read yesterday afternoon, but Rick wanted me to watch Blades of Glory with him. So I finished my chapter and did just that. The movie was funny, but Rick thought it was way more funny than I did. I think those movies are geared toward guys anyway. They like that stupid humor. I am excited to back  to the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kandi's&lt;/span&gt; house for lunch and then I had to get ready for a big meeting we were having at our house. I left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kandi's&lt;/span&gt; @ around 1 and cleaned until 6:30. I did the kind of cleaning you do when you have strangers coming to your house for the first time. You don't want them to think you are slobs so you clean every crevice in your house. At least that is what I did. I wiped down all the base boards, doors, mouldings, and air returns. I even cut my finger on one of the vent slits. I bleached the crap out of the kids bathroom. My boys don't have the best aim. I always smell urine in that bathroom. I washed everything that could go into the washer. I must say I was elated with the end result. The house looked great and I was proud of myself for getting it done a half hour before our guests were to arrive. I am happy I did it because we had family over for dinner on Sunday, and Rick's sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mindi&lt;/span&gt; is coming to visit today. So now I can sit around and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting went good. We are so on our way to the cruise to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Caribbean&lt;/span&gt;. Rick is working on getting it by the end of this week. We have until Oct 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, so we are a shoe in! And now that he is home, he can really concentrate on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to Drake's soccer game in the morning and then Rick was off to another meeting. I didn't take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kaleigh&lt;/span&gt; to her game because we couldn't find her other cleat and it would have been too hard to watch all the kids by myself at the the field. I also had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Trae&lt;/span&gt;, he is our friends child. He is a little more than a handful. It is a good thing he is so cute.  Rick got home around 4 and then we got ready to watch the best college football team around. SC beat the crap out of Nebraska so it was a good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kaleigh&lt;/span&gt; to Hula and then we are going to Rick's softball game. I love cheering for Ricky Big Balls. When he does something good, or while he is running, I yell "Go BB!" and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nobody&lt;/span&gt; knows what I am really saying. That is the best nick-name, if I may say so myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-8365673057272171566?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/8365673057272171566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=8365673057272171566' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/8365673057272171566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/8365673057272171566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2007/09/rick-is-home-now-at-least-for-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-2517721896610092059</id><published>2007-09-07T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T08:28:28.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Dilemma</title><content type='html'>Here it is... Nothing sounds good to eat. I love eating, and when I am pregnant, I love it even more! I keep racking my brain as to what I should make for dinner and nothing comes to mind. At night, since Rick still isn't home, I get super excited for the time of the night when it is quiet. When all four of the kids are sound asleep and all I can hear is the rumbling of the air conditioner. This is the time when I pull out the sweets I have been hiding. I swear my kids can smell candy. I bought 3 different candy bars from the market the other day, Monday, and I still haven't eaten any of them. I bought 3 so I had choices. But not even candy is tempting to me, that is a huge deal because I am the Candy Queen! The only thing that kind of sounds good is "out" food. Food that I don't have to cook myself, and a meal that is usually accompanied by a blue cheese dinner salad. This is kind of hard to come by, seeing as though I would have to take 4 kids with me and a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; is 15 minutes away.  Pretty soon I am gonna be rich so I can go out to dinner everyday for every meal. Or, hire a chef to make it all for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-2517721896610092059?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/2517721896610092059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=2517721896610092059' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2517721896610092059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2517721896610092059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-dilemma.html' title='New Dilemma'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-1170835846121887829</id><published>2007-09-06T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T09:30:49.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate This!</title><content type='html'>Rick has been out of town since Monday and I SO miss him. He is supposed to come home late Friday/early Saturday, but I know he will be exhausted so we won't get to spend that much time together. Then, he informs me, that he is probably going to have to go back on Monday again for a whole week. This sucks! This is not even his real job anymore. The extra income is always welcome, but I would rather have him home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter, and much more exciting, note.... we have started this new business with Kyani Sun. It is this miracle drink that Rick has been taking for about 3 weeks now. His back pain has gone away (which is nice cuz I HATE Somas!). Check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.kyani.net/"&gt;www.kyani.net&lt;/a&gt; . Which reminds me of another reason why I am upset with this Vegas thing. He has no time to work on this project and I really want to go on the free cruise in December. I told him we so have to go on a week long vacation, without the kids, before we have this baby! And a cruise is perfect for a pregnant woman because you can eat and eat and eat and not feel bad cuz you have an excuse, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-1170835846121887829?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/1170835846121887829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=1170835846121887829' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/1170835846121887829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/1170835846121887829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-hate-this.html' title='I Hate This!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-283960363528186833</id><published>2007-09-05T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:47:16.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK!</title><content type='html'>So... The month of August was a crazy one. We were in California for a week and got to spend some time with family. It is so complicated now when we do make it down to Cali. There is never enough time to see everyone we would like too. We mostly spend all of our time with the fam. I took all the kids to Doheny, down in Dana Point. The Baby loved the sand! He only tasted it a few times and I guess decided that it wasn't for him. Cade and his cousin Nico, on the other hand, couldn't get enough of it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106744902973606210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Rt7NbrxHSUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Mz-f1u2z6as/s320/100_2022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106744907268573522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Rt7Nb7xHSVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7cWv1FM_eAI/s320/100_2041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home from Cali, I had 4 days to get ready for our annual trip to Maui. It actually wasn't that big of a deal, though. I make sure all the laundry was done before we left Rick's parents house. So I pretty much took half the clothes out of the suitcase and was then ready for the trip. I take a small amount of clothes for each of us because we are in swimsuits all day and we never wear all the stuff I pack anyway. Hawaii was super fun! I think each of the boys puked a few times and the baby had diharea the entire time! Hawaii is not Hawaii without our kids pooping and puking! Matt stayed with us in our room and was a big help with the kids. We took our yearly drive to Ululani's Shave Ice. It is the best ever! I always get the passion fruit, it's my fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106747956695353714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Rt7QNbxHSXI/AAAAAAAAABM/lrzZw6Gess8/s320/100_2069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106747965285288322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Rt7QN7xHSYI/AAAAAAAAABU/bTQD9sMYbAs/s320/100_2073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106758762833070690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Rt7aCbxHSmI/AAAAAAAAADE/WhG_ZE86j9Q/s320/100_2062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we were off the the Plantation. We had never been there before, and when Katie suggested it, I was all for it. You can only spend so many hours in the water. So anyway, Matt got to husk a coconut&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106749953855146402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Rt7SBrxHSaI/AAAAAAAAABk/iAZ963AynB8/s320/100_2076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we all took the tram ride around the grounds. It wasn't a huge place, but fun anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106749962445081010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Rt7SCLxHSbI/AAAAAAAAABs/h_y8r7v8VXA/s320/100_2077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got home early Saturday morning. We took the red eye home, and boy was that fun. I didn't get to sleep at all because I was so worried that the baby would wake up everybody else on the palne. As soon as I would get comfortable, he would wake up crying! The trip was awesome though. Can't wait til next year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kaleigh started school that Tuesday. 2nd grade already. She is getting so big! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106753321109506498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Rt7VFrxHScI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wbUJV5x08RY/s320/100_2085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She turned 7 on Thursday. Needless to say, BUSY!!! My mom came to Utah for her birthday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106753849390483954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Rt7VkbxHSfI/AAAAAAAAACM/suIVoJ-zezE/s320/100_2112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106753338289375714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Rt7VGrxHSeI/AAAAAAAAACE/ih_Oqf3JtcY/s320/100_2103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took her, and 3 of her friends, to see the BRATZ movie and then out to dinner. We had a good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next was Rick's birthday on Friday. It was nice to have my mom in town so we didn't have to worry about what time we got home. We went to Ruth's Chris for dinner and then went to the movies to see Rush Hour 3 (it was Rick's birthday). That steak was superb! I highly recommend it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106755837960342050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Rt7XYLxHSiI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ct2yvlseNhI/s320/100_2117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106755863730145874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Rt7XZrxHSlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OSG19RLsCsY/s320/100_2120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106755855140211266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Rt7XZLxHSkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NqP3tzTyA3w/s320/100_2119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then on Monday I had a doctor's appointment. I hadn't been feeling good for about 3 weeks and had no clue what was wrong with me. He ended up giving me this prescription for anxiety. I went to the pharmacy to get it filled and happened to walk by some pregnancy tests. It didn't even cross my mind that I could be pregos. But... I am. You would think, this being my 5th, that I would have some kind of idea. Rick was stoked! I am way excited now too. If it's a boy, Ace Vaughn, and a girl, Avery Marie. I already had these names when I was pregnant with Jett!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next, and last, Drake's first day of Kindergarten. Wow, two kids in school! It is great! He loves going to school on the bus with his sister. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106755236664920578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Rt7W1LxHSgI/AAAAAAAAACU/qByxBnubRYM/s320/100_2124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now I am all caught up! Now we are in September... soccer, preschool, hula, and pregnant!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-283960363528186833?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/283960363528186833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=283960363528186833' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/283960363528186833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/283960363528186833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m BACK!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/Rt7NbrxHSUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Mz-f1u2z6as/s72-c/100_2022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-430192009792915143</id><published>2007-07-26T13:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:47:17.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagging!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/RqkEeDjTvgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EDxKPftYT4E/s1600-h/100_1947.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/RqkEfTjTviI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Hyn4YNX7o70/s1600-h/100_1992.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah.... so I haven't put anything up in a while. It just seems like my life is a crazy world of kids and other not so exciting stuff to mention it all. The Rodeo we went to for Drakes birthday was a blast. We are so going every year now! His party was also super fun. We had it at one of the jumpy places. We started doing the parties there a couple of years ago and now the kids kind of expect it. Oh well, it is actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;easier&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091605776704978450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/RqkEejjTvhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6Tc5arULBco/s320/100_1950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091605793884847666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/RqkEfjjTvjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wwgwT8Cn2pI/s320/100_1985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rick was out of town all last week and it was hell. I really missed him and it was hard to deal with the kids all by myself. It made me really appreciate him and also the fact that I am not a single mother. How do they do it? They can never use the phrase, "just wait til' your dad gets home!" or "Do you want me to call your father!?" That one always works best with my boys. I had to do everything with all of them. The market is a nightmare with all four of them. On top of it all, I had 2 jewelry parties that I had to do and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; had a doctors &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;appointment&lt;/span&gt; to check on his ear. Luckily I have great friends that totally came to my rescue. By the end of the week I was in tears though. I just get really overwhelmed and missing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt; didn't help the matter either!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went camping for the first time in a tent in the woods. That was interesting. No... it was actually fun. I have camped my whole life, but always in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;motor home&lt;/span&gt; or trailer. And we never went to the outdoor woods. We went where any other normal California camped... The BEACH. We had a great time though. I even let the baby crawl on the dirt. And by the end of the trip all the kids were filthy and I was OK with it. They all had baths as soon as we walked in the door, but that was OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now... I have another party tonight and I have to start packing for another trip to Cali. The company still needs Rick's help and I don't want to be away from him for another whole week, so we are tagging along. Then we get back and 4 days later we are headed off to Hawaii for our annual trip. My kids think they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hawaiian&lt;/span&gt;! I love it there! I think this will be our 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; or 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year in a row and wouldn't miss a year for anything!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-430192009792915143?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/430192009792915143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=430192009792915143' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/430192009792915143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/430192009792915143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2007/07/lagging.html' title='Lagging!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/RqkEejjTvhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6Tc5arULBco/s72-c/100_1950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-6575738012117714586</id><published>2007-06-28T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T08:07:59.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jett</title><content type='html'>Jett just had tubes put in his ears on Tuesday morning.  I was worried because he had to get put to sleep.  It actually turned out to be no big deal. We only had to wait about 15 minutes in the waiting room and then when they called us back he wasn't even crying.  I was so thankful that it went so smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get home and Jett, who hasn't walked more than 10 steps at a time, walks from the family room all the way to my bedroom.  I am beginning to think that his ears were hindering his ability to walk without falling over.  What a great idea to have this done.  If you ever have to deal with a child who has a crazy amount of ear infections, don't hesitate to have this procedure done.  It is a piece of cake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Drake's 5th birthday!  We are going to our first Rodeo tonight. I thought it would be a fun thing to do since we are not having his actual birthday party until Saturday.  We are becoming true Utah rednecks!  Well not really, but it sure seems like it seeing that we are going to a Rodeo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-6575738012117714586?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/6575738012117714586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=6575738012117714586' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/6575738012117714586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/6575738012117714586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2007/06/jett.html' title='Jett'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419393155535694332.post-2355237652312766670</id><published>2007-06-20T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T09:12:28.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New to this!</title><content type='html'>K... My sister in law Katie has one of these so I thought it would be fun to have one as well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good at the Jackman home. It is getting pretty hot here in Utah. We go to the pool almost everyday.  All of the kids are already so dark and it's only the begining of summer! We went to this fun little spot yesterday at Thanksgiving Point. It was a big Noah's Ark that shot water out so the kids could get wet. It is hard to find inexpensive things to do with all 4 kids that isn't a huge hassle. This was a good thing (if I may quote Martha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jett walked a lot yesterday. Everybody is always so surprised that he isn't walking already.  All my kids have walked between 13 and 14 months, so he has til July 10th to get really good! I am a lazy mom and really don't want my kids to walk any sooner. I hate having to chase after them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a jewelry business about a month or so ago and it is going really good. The shows are really quite fun and I have made some good money out of it. I also have more jewelry now than ever and have a hard time choosing what to wear. That is actually fun though! Rick is totally supportive which is good because he has to watch the kids while I go do the shows. If you feel so inclined, check out my website, &lt;a href="http://www.liasophia.com/marissajackman"&gt;www.liasophia.com/marissajackman&lt;/a&gt;, I feel so professional with a real site!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419393155535694332-2355237652312766670?l=marissajackman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/feeds/2355237652312766670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419393155535694332&amp;postID=2355237652312766670' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2355237652312766670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419393155535694332/posts/default/2355237652312766670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marissajackman.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-to-this.html' title='New to this!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086243037950276438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GIXMFM5-uw/SMa1rq21hcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XkEmnXRwyBo/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
