<?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-210125699166224841</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:58:59.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-7964100013253531822</id><published>2010-08-24T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T16:34:50.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2010 Recap</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know this blog has pretty much been dead for almost a year, but now that we're heading into fall and basketball season hasn't picked up yet, I have some dead time to update this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, a quick recap of the summer...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/THRP1LQaaMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/41uTOkYcaso/s1600/barrus+family+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/THRP1LQaaMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/41uTOkYcaso/s320/barrus+family+pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509116019154249922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Family Reunion, Los Angeles California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/THRQDvGVO5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/HBplIUm9Emw/s1600/brody.kylie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/THRQDvGVO5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/HBplIUm9Emw/s320/brody.kylie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509116269293812626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In June, Jake and I flew to southern California for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Barrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an amazing time with everybody, but especially with our two nieces, Kylie and Maura, and loved hanging out with Brody, our sole nephew on my side of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;---This is Brody and Kylie at Magic Mountain. They did this game at the beginning, and since all participants get a prize, they both got to rock superman capes around the park that day. I really wish I would have gotten a picture because they looked fabulous.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin's Wedding in McCall, ID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/THRN-WBCb8I/AAAAAAAAANw/X1LO-2v11IE/s1600/Erin.AJ+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/THRN-WBCb8I/AAAAAAAAANw/X1LO-2v11IE/s320/Erin.AJ+photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509113977638121410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mid-July I had the chance to fly down to Boise and be the maid of honor in my best friend's wedding.  Unfortunately, Jake chose to use his time off to go on a caribou hunting trip later on in the summer, and I went by myself.  But, being there by myself gave me the opportunity to have a week long girl power party! The week before wedding weekend, I was able to run around with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Janny&lt;/span&gt; and her best friend Lori.  Seems like there's not much we can't find something to laugh about.  Then, it was time to drive to McCall for the big day.  The wedding was gorgeous, and I was finally able to hang out with Erin's new husband &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and see for myself what a perfect couple they are.  If you need evidence, just observe the picture to the left. SO ADORABLE and yes, I know typing in all caps means I'm technically yelling that but I mean it...SO ADORABLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/THRObYxQaLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/CB-LBOgbpvo/s1600/bridesmaid+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/THRObYxQaLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/CB-LBOgbpvo/s320/bridesmaid+pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509114476593440946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are all the bridesmaids with the blushing bride right before we walked to the pavilion for the ceremony.  That was my first time visiting the Shore Lodge but it was a fantastic venue and the weather couldn't have been more perfect.  Unfortunately I didn't get any good outside photos of the fabulous view of the lake from the ceremony or the reception hall, but take my word for it...it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl's Camp, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LaDaSa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Camp Willow, Alaska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/THRQu6Y2DYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/AzAmsOYfSbo/s1600/girlscamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/THRQu6Y2DYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/AzAmsOYfSbo/s320/girlscamp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509117011058625922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am glad Mary Ann doesn't read my blog because I'm pretty sure she would murder me if she saw I put this picture of her on here.  In any case, four days after I got back from my week in Boise I left for girl's camp as I was the ward camp director this year.  It was rainy, cold, and gloomy most of the week.  Luckily Jake outfit me with all his waterproof &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;camo&lt;/span&gt; gear and I found the cutest pink polka dot rain boots, so I was dressed appropriately.  And since this year we almost completely certified the girls before they even got there, we had little responsibility and got to party most of the week. Perhaps it's a bad sign when girls come out of their cabins in the middle of the night to scold noisy leaders, but it sure was fun for us! I also swam outside for the first time since moving to Alaska during an excursion to swim across the lake with Mary Ann. Had I known she was planning on doing a full on sprint freestyle, I might have reconsidered, but it was a fun way to end the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/THRSdjOI5pI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Otrpb2C7XCY/s1600/fishing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/THRSdjOI5pI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Otrpb2C7XCY/s320/fishing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509118911805187730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I literally walked into my front door from girl's camp and met up with Jake's parents who had flown in that morning from Boise.  They took a much needed three week vacation, and it was a riot having them here!  Our trip was packed full of fishing, hiking, drives, good food, card games, and movie nights.  I didn't take too many pictures, but I hijacked this one from my mother-in-law's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  The cute couple on the far right is Jake's cousin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and her boyfriend Dan. They came to visit from Portland the week I was at girl's camp.  Luckily, they stayed through the weekend so Dennis and Laraine could hang out with them before they returned home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw in a couple basketball camps, trying to find an investment property to buy and continuing to finish the never-ending trim and outside work needed on our own house, we had kind of a crazy summer!  And somehow we figured out how to enjoy it even with it being the gloomiest, rainiest summer on record for Anchorage.  My poor in-laws suffered through all the rain Alaska had to offer, only for it to clear up the day after they flew out.  It's been nothing but sunny skies since then, so I guess we'll settle for a beautiful fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-7964100013253531822?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7964100013253531822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=7964100013253531822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/7964100013253531822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/7964100013253531822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-2010-recap.html' title='Summer 2010 Recap'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/THRP1LQaaMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/41uTOkYcaso/s72-c/barrus+family+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-2081428699228201803</id><published>2010-01-18T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T12:33:58.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And So It's Begun</title><content type='html'>Basketball season that is.  Not that I was posting more than monthly before, but now it's been all too consuming.  Our games started last week, and after four we are 2-2.  I am so excited with the girls I have this year, most are young but have incredible potential to be rockstars in the next two years.  This week our schedule is four games straight on the road, two being in Kenai where I get to re-live my high school travel team days of sleeping in a gym.  Good thing Jake insisted I buy a mini-blow up mattress for our backpacking trips!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-2081428699228201803?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2081428699228201803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=2081428699228201803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/2081428699228201803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/2081428699228201803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-so-its-begun.html' title='And So It&apos;s Begun'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-5746759703237654575</id><published>2009-10-26T15:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T16:03:05.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jake!!!</title><content type='html'>I have been super light on the posting these days, and don't anticipate I'll have enough time for the next few months to really get consistent with it, but I did want to post a quick 'Happy B-day' to my honey.  Today Jake turns 27, and so far it's been a pretty pleasant, yet uneventful day.  It's been the year of home gifts-- dishes, towels, and deep fryers...I feel like we're getting wedding presents all over again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have any huge plans for birthdays this year, which is kind of abnormal for this house; I make it a point to set aside a full 'Birthday Week' celebration for each of us to keep with the traditions from my family, and usually Jake's begging me to STOP GIVING HIM STUFF FOR HIS BIRTHDAY by the time its all said and done.  This year, we're playing it pretty low key...for our joint birthday gifts to each other we went to the Lion King two weeks ago, and that was fantastic, but unfortunately that left us with no excitement for the actual birthdays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm off to take a birthday nap with my sweetie and we'll see where the night takes us.  I'd love to post a mushy heartfelt post about him and how wonderful he is, but he wouldn't know how to get to my blog even if he wanted to, and I'm not thinking the rest of you really want to hear about this amazing husband I happen to have...so we'll just leave it at Happy Birthday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JAKEY&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-5746759703237654575?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5746759703237654575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=5746759703237654575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/5746759703237654575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/5746759703237654575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-jake.html' title='Happy Birthday Jake!!!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-3581312413607473088</id><published>2009-09-05T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T13:53:57.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Ice Cream Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SqLP3TYU5dI/AAAAAAAAANg/KOolQfh9eZE/s1600-h/blog+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378089454035854802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SqLP3TYU5dI/AAAAAAAAANg/KOolQfh9eZE/s320/blog+photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...what to say about today? (I must apologize in advance to my mother-in-law who despises the following phrase) IT SUCKS. I won't go into detail and list all the events that have led to me wanting to kick an unsuspecting stranger in the kneecap, but trust me...that's the point I've reached, and it's hardly 1 in the afternoon. So instead, I'm still in my pajamas and am catching up on the last week's worth of my soap that I have to DVR. Yes...those of you that think daytime soaps are 'below them'...I watch &lt;em&gt;One life to Live&lt;/em&gt; every weekend marathon style while I fold a week's worth of laundry and do homework. Judge if you feel it necessary, but I've been hooked since I was a wee pre-teen and would watch everyday with my Mom (who would change the channel with the 'smut' scenes would play).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside we are &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; getting our driveway excavated today and there is large machinery tearing up the entire yard. I can't get my car out of the garage to go anywhere and I'm stuck...STUCK I TELL YOU in my house until it gets leveled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to drown my sorrows in another hot fudge sundae!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-3581312413607473088?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3581312413607473088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=3581312413607473088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/3581312413607473088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/3581312413607473088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-ice-cream-please.html' title='More Ice Cream Please'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SqLP3TYU5dI/AAAAAAAAANg/KOolQfh9eZE/s72-c/blog+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-6919253596716785281</id><published>2009-07-30T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:09:36.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally! First Visitors this Summer</title><content type='html'>Since we moved to Anchorage four years ago (Wow...it still is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unbelievable&lt;/span&gt; that we've been here for FOUR YEARS...we planned on staying for a year to prove to our nay-saying family that we could handle all Alaska could bring...and now we'll be here forever...) Where was I? Right. Talking about the number of visitors we get.  Until this summer, our routine was to drop off one bunch at the airport and pick up another group until the end of August when the smart ones retreat to much more sensible places to spend the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year?? I'm not sure whether we should blame it on the economy or take it personally, but we are one day away from August beginning and we are only getting our &lt;em&gt;first visitors &lt;/em&gt;to the great state of Alaska this season. What have we done with the summer since the usual tour guide trips haven't taken place? (Last summer I swore off Flattop, Saturday's Market, Whittier, and church in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Girdwood&lt;/span&gt; after making weekly trips with new people). I'm not really sure...but Jake and I are back in the loop with all our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; TV shows and have gotten through five seasons of 24 in a month, so I'm actually really excited for the company and excuses to visit all those places I grew sick of.  So, we get two weeks to hang out with Jake's little sis Jessica and her new husband Alex. It will be a blast; and we'll finally get to spend time with Alex, who we only met two days before their wedding last January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, to give them a plug to whole four of you that read this: They are here for two weeks and will be bringing up their supplies for window washing---they have a side business to pay for school down in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pocatello&lt;/span&gt;. SO...if your windows look half as bad as mine, give me a call...They do a great job and are the cheapest you'll get around. *Win Win*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-6919253596716785281?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6919253596716785281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=6919253596716785281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/6919253596716785281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/6919253596716785281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-first-visitors-this-summer.html' title='Finally! First Visitors this Summer'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-633160569758918579</id><published>2009-07-24T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:41:50.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay maybe it wasn't this bad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SmllCkGpZDI/AAAAAAAAANY/uCuDB9qCOGk/s1600-h/bear+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361927926086984754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SmllCkGpZDI/AAAAAAAAANY/uCuDB9qCOGk/s400/bear+picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning, while attempting to appear busy at the office, Jake was telling my father and me about the outing he had with his friend Clint. They drove down to the Russian River, infamous for being one of the most red salmon populated rivers, and hiked to the falls where you can see salmon jumping through rapids and over rocks to continue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;on their&lt;/span&gt; journey of death. Jake continued to rant about what a wonderful time he had until we decided working wasn't all it was cracked up to be...isn't that the main reason people become self-employed? To slack off on a whim? We packed the car up and took of towards the Kenai Peninsula for a day on the river.  Fast forward three and a half hours later, we were experiencing all the success we had dreamt about...meaning Jake and Dad had limited (aka caught 3 salmon), and I only had one left to catch before we were done for the day. As I ventured out mid-river, the boys began to clean the fish and pack them for the hike back out. And, keeping with the trend we'd enjoyed all afternoon, the first cast resulted in a huge salmon hooked.  Because I tend to get overly excited when I catch fish, I was making a lot of noise cheering myself on while Jake and Dad continued to coach me to the shore to beach my prize.  Suddenly, I heard Jake, in a low cautioned voice, say a dirty word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turned around to follow Jake's eyes behind me, I came face to face with a brown bear, 20 feet upriver from me, entering the water. As I continued to inch towards the shore, both Jake and Dad stepped in between me and my new furry friend.  Making an effort to scare it off, they both were waving all their extremities and yelling at the top of their lungs. And because I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;obscenely&lt;/span&gt; ignorant in situations like this, I continued to fight with the salmon to get it on shore and bring our tally to 12. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes...and did I mention that this sow had two cubs? And that she was inching closer every second while keeping her eye on what she saw as a delicious free meal? (The meal being my fish and us being her only obstacle)... I just needed to make sure the tension was building appropriately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake quickly realized that her goal was the fighting fish on my line, and instructed me to immediately cut it loose...and so I immediately began tripping over myself in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;over sized&lt;/span&gt; waders in search of a sharp object as to avoid a sudden and excruciating death. As I cut the line, the bear must have continued coming towards us because it entered Jake's comfort zone, and he made the appropriate decision to shoot a round in the air with his .45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the smoke cleared, I saw the sow change directions, step back, and continue giving Jake one hell of a stink eye until she found her cubs and ran off up the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fearing that we were still in danger, I was trying to rid ourselves of the cursed fish that was &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; flipping around on the beach by kicking it back into the river. My Dad, an avid salmon eater, saw me trying to free a perfectly good salmon, and knowing we were bear free, started raving like a mad man to keep the fish on the beach. After all, one fish is worth two fillets, and two fillets is good for two salmon dinners. To ensure I wasn't going to continue attempts to free the little fella, Dad grabbed the knife I used to cut the line, picked up the fish, and cut its head off. At least he had his priorities straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy ending: We limited on salmon and hiked back to the car safely. Also, in light of the recent events, Dad decided it was a good time to learn how to use the bear mace he had been carrying around for protection for the last year. Nothing like a brush with death to make one realize the importance of being prepared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-633160569758918579?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/633160569758918579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=633160569758918579' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/633160569758918579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/633160569758918579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay-maybe-it-wasnt-this-bad.html' title='Okay maybe it wasn&apos;t this bad...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SmllCkGpZDI/AAAAAAAAANY/uCuDB9qCOGk/s72-c/bear+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-2051568042918038849</id><published>2009-07-22T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T18:50:21.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>Jake just ran into the house in a panic because evidently my shouts at the television can be heard twenty yards down the road.  What can I say? Presidential News Conferences bring out my True Texan side...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-2051568042918038849?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2051568042918038849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=2051568042918038849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/2051568042918038849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/2051568042918038849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2009/07/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-7722255588071485724</id><published>2009-07-16T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T03:35:23.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couric's Getting Funky</title><content type='html'>So its 2:30am, and I'm still up, unable to sleep thanks to my four hour nap this evening after an all nighter including the midnight Harry Potter premiere and a semi-successful attempt to dipnet for our annual sustinence salmon fishing on the Kenai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching CNN and Anderson Cooper had a blip from the website, &lt;a href="http://www.autotunethenews.com/"&gt;www.autotunethenews.com&lt;/a&gt;.   Can I just say HILARIOUS?!?!  I was laughing as hard as I could without waking up Jake who's asleep on the couch across from me, but its worth visiting and browsing the site.  One of these days I'll figure out how to put in the video directly on here but I just don't have the energy tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like I said after the 'Musical Scrubs' episode, everything sounds better when sung.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-7722255588071485724?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7722255588071485724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=7722255588071485724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/7722255588071485724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/7722255588071485724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2009/07/courics-getting-funky.html' title='Couric&apos;s Getting Funky'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-344056831855162273</id><published>2009-06-29T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:42:29.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Not That Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SklDHDxxCZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/AJF2Smct6OA/s1600-h/IMG_1872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352883420658731410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SklDHDxxCZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/AJF2Smct6OA/s400/IMG_1872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/Skk_V-n2wBI/AAAAAAAAANI/BY0ItiNX1PY/s1600-h/IMG_1872.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday brought the first bit of warm weather and sunshine we've had in weeks. Jake and I couldn't help ourselves, we got off the couch, out the door, and went on a hike. I know, from the picture this trail looks more like a walk on a gravel road...but Sitka did get hot and thirsty so we bushwacked it down to a creek. My shins have the scrapes to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking, I realized the background for Jake and Sitka made quite a Kodak moment. Look at me being all artsy. Days like that make me realize that even though life really blows sometimes, when I can leave my house, and in ten minutes be enjoying this kind of natural beauty and serenity, life really can't be that hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how I'm feeling the next time it rains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-344056831855162273?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/344056831855162273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=344056831855162273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/344056831855162273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/344056831855162273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-not-that-bad.html' title='Its Not That Bad'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SklDHDxxCZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/AJF2Smct6OA/s72-c/IMG_1872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-1912811694541882483</id><published>2009-06-23T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:13:46.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May We Have Gratitude During Our Trials</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday the woman offering the closing prayer in church asked for the ability to show gratitude in the trials we face. In light of what Jake and I have been going through the last two weeks, this struck my attention and pierced my heart. Two weeks ago today, I miscarried our little boy at 16 weeks. Honestly, talking about it with anybody but Jake has been really hard for me. I know that when I am trying to offer support to somebody I love when they are dealing with a tragedy, well, frankly its awkward. I never know what to say, and offering advise or the cliche encouraging words never seem genuine enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, there have been so many wonderful friends and family members that have said something that offered comfort. They've dropped by dinner when I realized I hadn't eaten more than a granola bar all day. Flowers were left on the doorstep almost every day for the last two weeks, and being the first home decor items placed in the kitchen, it made my house start feeling 'homey'.  Some friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me a one line message of love and support that brightened my day more than I'm sure they ever thought it would. And, in a successful effort to cheer me up, my best friend, Erin, asked me to be her Maid of Honor in her wedding next summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, even with the incredible people we have in our lives, it still hurts. A lot. And about the time I think that I am feeling better and moving forward, I have a day where it seems like everything happened five minutes ago. I guess that's the nature of grief...and it's excruciating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not really sure how to post about this, or if I even wanted to.  It seemed too personal, but at the same time this is the only record I keep of my life, and I felt it was important to do &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;.  Then, that line from the prayer I heard came to mind and gave me an idea. I am going to post today about the gratitude I have for the blessings that have been given to me throughout this experience.  Hopefully it will be uplifting for those who read and it will be something I can reflect on when I wake up and feel its going to be one of those days that knocks me back to square one in dealing with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and most importantly, I'm grateful for Jake. I wish I was a better writer so I could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;adequately&lt;/span&gt; express how incredibly amazing he is. After five years of being married to this man, this experience has made me realize that I really can love him more than I thought I already could. To list the many, many ways he has been there for me would take weeks. But the last two weeks we reached a level in our relationship we didn't know was there. One that handed us a whole new perspective on what it truly meant to be an eternal family. He is my rock, and I truly could not imagine myself ever being without him. I love him, and am certain I will never doubt the strength of our relationship or ability to survive anything we face as long as it is together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for the doubts that have been erased as to whether or not I'm ready to be a mother. After the positive pregnancy test, there were many fears, and even reservations on my ability to take on parenthood. I know now that I can care and love a child. I am ready for the challenges and blessings motherhood promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful to have my testimony in my Heavenly Father and his plan for me tested. I know that sounds strange, but it has always been unusually easy for me to question how much I really believed in God, the plan of salvation, and my purpose here on Earth. I have lived a charmed life, with minimal challenges and very few tragedies. This miscarriage was easily the most traumatic and tragic event in my life, yet almost immediately after it happened I knew, without a doubt, that it was always supposed to work out that way. I had the knowledge that my baby was not to be born on this Earth and had already returned to my Heavenly Father. Never before in my life have I been so sure of my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for the family and friends that I have grown closer to throughout this experience.  My mother-in-law and I had an incredible conversation that made me start recognizing these blessings I've written about.  My Dad shared an experience he had shortly after the miscarriage that increased my faith and gave me the comfort I was so desperately needing.  We truly have amazing people that love and care for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am certain that there are so many more ways I am growing.  I know that the Lord truly refines us through these trials and tribulations, and only through pain can we experience the joy.  I have faith that the time will come that we will view this as a hurdle we had to jump to reach our end goal.  In the meantime, we will hold fast to our knowledge of eternal families and the plan of salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to sum it up for our friends and family, thank you for the phone calls, e-mails, and text messages; they truly encouraged us.  Thank you for the meals, flowers, cards, and treats; they went a long way into making our house feel like a home. Thank you for the prayers; we've felt ever one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-1912811694541882483?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1912811694541882483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=1912811694541882483' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/1912811694541882483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/1912811694541882483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2009/06/may-we-have-gratitude-during-our-trials.html' title='May We Have Gratitude During Our Trials'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-3353285070207366946</id><published>2009-05-28T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:05:24.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaaack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/Sh8tM_VaMiI/AAAAAAAAAL0/EnWVNKXsrGs/s1600-h/IMG_1266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341037384267608610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/Sh8tM_VaMiI/AAAAAAAAAL0/EnWVNKXsrGs/s320/IMG_1266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my reaction to our first waterfall hike off the Hana Highway.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tourist&lt;/span&gt; book claimed it was a 'short jaunt'...but this 'jaunt' quickly turned into a horrifyingly small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cliff side&lt;/span&gt; trail that offered no guardrail, rope, or anything else to stop me from plummeting to my death 1000 feet below.  Jake thought my squatting down into a crawl position was humorous...but that's because he didn't realize I was sitting like this because I about peed my pants.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow, we leave for one week and it seems like the whole world fell apart while we were living in Paradise. North Korea blew up a Nuclear bomb; Priests are getting arrested at college graduations; and oh yes newest results show that Boston and New York are falling into the ocean within the century due to the melting Greenland glacier...and I got all this from ten minutes of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Foxnews&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, we are back and catching up on the numerous things you always seem to fall behind on while you're gone. What's confusing is that it seems like there's even &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; work than there was before we left...like there is an even higher abundance of dirty clothes in my laundry room, the spoiled food in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt; has grown exponentially in only a week of not being opened, and my desk has three times the amount of papers stacked on it. It's like the little vacation elves visited my laundry room while I was gone and threw all our clothing in the hamper just to screw with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there is always a bright side to every dark cloud, and mine is that I'm still in the 'Hang Loose' attitude from our trip and I could really care less. So, I will be living in my own filth until I snap out of it...or Jake gets more motivated than I am to clean. Either way, we're heading home for a '24' marathon so Jake and I can catch up to the current season. Since we're only starting Season 3, we'll be camped out on our couch for a while. But how else are we supposed to celebrate buying our first big screen??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-3353285070207366946?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3353285070207366946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=3353285070207366946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/3353285070207366946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/3353285070207366946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-baaaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaack'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/Sh8tM_VaMiI/AAAAAAAAAL0/EnWVNKXsrGs/s72-c/IMG_1266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-816290581647373738</id><published>2009-05-07T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:53:25.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Days and Counting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SgNvj3h5HPI/AAAAAAAAALs/lCNQmfW62Mk/s1600-h/maui-sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333229045729008882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SgNvj3h5HPI/AAAAAAAAALs/lCNQmfW62Mk/s200/maui-sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No...nothing baby related.  A week from Saturday Jake and I hop on a direct flight to Maui for seven glorious days of bliss.  Living in Alaska for four years (I cannot believe it's been that long) and never vacationing in Hawaii is practically a sin against the state.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since last May, we have been working ourselves day and night on the house, and now that we have closed on our refinance and all pressure is off we are ready to party hardy...which for us means a Coke with possibly a shot of cherry flavoring...we'll see how crazy we feel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In any case, this will be our first vacation we have taken that requires flying, not visiting family or attending family functions, and where Jake doesn't spend the majority of it in appraisal continuing education classes.  There's sure to be lots of pictures when we get back~ but for now I'm just looking forward to a week where the biggest decision I will have to make is what swimsuit to wear and where to eat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-816290581647373738?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/816290581647373738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=816290581647373738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/816290581647373738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/816290581647373738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2009/05/9-days-and-counting.html' title='9 Days and Counting....'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SgNvj3h5HPI/AAAAAAAAALs/lCNQmfW62Mk/s72-c/maui-sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-8062803689234529417</id><published>2009-04-29T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T15:42:11.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming to a Hospital Near Us This November</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SfjWoU_QimI/AAAAAAAAALk/j7o62NQAADo/s1600-h/Ultrasound+Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330246147310127714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SfjWoU_QimI/AAAAAAAAALk/j7o62NQAADo/s320/Ultrasound+Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our exciting news was posted on Facebook yesterday, but just in case there are few of you that don't use Facebook, we are pregnant! The due date is 11-23-09, and we just couldn't be happier that it all timed itself perfectly for us to finish the house just in time for me to be exhausted every day at 2pm.  I have to say though, at 10 weeks, the pregnancy Gods have been very very nice to me.  No morning sickness, no upset stomach, not even horrible fatigue (for the most part).  I'm knocking on wood as I type this for fear of belated symptoms, but this whole thing seemed so abstract...until my ultrasound yesterday that showed a real baby with arms and legs.  After our first ultrasound, I had a picture of a dot, but now I have a true blue picture and it's sort of freaking me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing that after years of trying to get to this point, we could be so shocked and awed, but we are and as it sinks in expect lots of anxious posts filled with questions I would love answers to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-8062803689234529417?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8062803689234529417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=8062803689234529417' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/8062803689234529417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/8062803689234529417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2009/04/coming-to-hospital-near-us-this.html' title='Coming to a Hospital Near Us This November'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SfjWoU_QimI/AAAAAAAAALk/j7o62NQAADo/s72-c/Ultrasound+Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-8785449165417394796</id><published>2009-04-08T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:23:32.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if anybody even reads this anymore---hopefully it will make it worth my while if I start posting a little more regularly---like more than once in the last 6 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one will be a short entry as I am, just like the last year, pressed for time.  Business is crazier than ever thanks to the incredibly low interest rates. Word to the wise: If you are a homeowner and can refinance, CHECK INTO IT!  Even if you think you have a great rate when you bought a couple years ago, chances are if you've purchased in the last four years or so there's a good possibility you could save quite a bit in your monthly payment because rates are as low as 4.5% for a 30 year fixed rate.  And I'm not even in the mortgage business anymore; considered me an informed third party. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, the house is coming down home stretch, and for those that want pictures you will just have to wait until I chisel off the layer of sawdust, mud, paint, etc. that accumulats on EVERYTHING in the house daily since we are still finishing up the two bedrooms in the existing part of the house.  But, I can tell you it looks better than Jake and I ever imagined it would and absolutely can't wait to move in full time and &lt;em&gt;quit working on the house&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a couple weeks I will post pictures and update y'all on what has been happening in our lives for the last 6 months.  Eating McDonalds, working on the house and doing appraisals is the short story so let's see if more thinking won't give me more exciting news...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-8785449165417394796?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8785449165417394796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=8785449165417394796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/8785449165417394796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/8785449165417394796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-again.html' title='Hello again'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-2515081513392324744</id><published>2008-09-24T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T12:56:37.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain Go Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;AGH! This last summer has appropriately been named "A Bummer of a Summer", but this is getting ridiculous. I can count on one hand how many times the temperatures flirted with the 70s, but that's not even what's gotten my undies in a twirl. I CANNOT STAND THE RAIN ANY LONGER!&lt;br /&gt;If you could choose the worst possible summer to try to build a house, I would nominate this one. It has been a never ending game of waiting until the rain stops for a few hours, running home from the office, changing into grungy clothes and rushing through the siding, roofing, or painting on the outside until the rain begins again. The other night I was so desperate when we finally had a clear day that lasted into the night I used my Dad's incredibly bright utility lamp and painted half the trim on my house well into the dark hours just because it wasn't raining. Nothing like painting by flashlight to brighten your spirits.&lt;br /&gt;In any case, for a status report on the house, the siding is on with the exception of the cedar shake accents we are using on the top of the cables (you can tell where the accent siding will be in the picture where plywood remains), the exterior paint has been finished (even though the picture below is pre-paint) and the front door has been trimmed out. The front door is my favorite part of the outside of this house, and it looks fantastic with base color and trim painted on it. Once I finish painting the actual door, I'll post more pictures next week. For now, here is a before and somewhat recent picture on the progress. If any of you know where I can match the original purple siding with the pink accent trim, I would greatly appreciate it. I think that will be the most missed feature from the original house.&lt;br /&gt;So, it's on to the roof to finish the outside and then we'll be done with our fight with mother nature (this year). In the meantime, be sure to do any anti-rain dances you might know of and send the clear skies up our way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                          BEFORE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249671674084599794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SNqUktk-J_I/AAAAAAAAAII/hyJ-HdHhPLE/s320/IMG_1023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                    AS OF LAST WEEK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249671680196082882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SNqUlEWD_MI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/bAwkrXO40ao/s320/IMG_0307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-2515081513392324744?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2515081513392324744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=2515081513392324744' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/2515081513392324744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/2515081513392324744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/09/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain Rain Go Away'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SNqUktk-J_I/AAAAAAAAAII/hyJ-HdHhPLE/s72-c/IMG_1023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-5534850394742118446</id><published>2008-09-15T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:58:55.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Stop 'Till I Get Enough</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been quite the political junkie.  What very little time I do have is spent tuning into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Foxnews&lt;/span&gt; and CNN.  I know what you are thinking, "Bonnie, why in the world would you watch CNN, who is very apparently left-wing liberal, and watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Foxnews&lt;/span&gt;, a channel that all but runs pro-McCain ads through their oh-so-Republican shows and news reports? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is simple.  I love drama... and this election fills that vice for me daily.  I don't know what else you can say about it.  Between the surprise VP pick (who happens to be my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;govenor&lt;/span&gt;), the outrage it's gotten from so many democrats, particularly the self-proclaimed feminists, the attack ads (coming from &lt;em&gt;both&lt;/em&gt; parties), the whining about the opponent's attack ads, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;VMA&lt;/span&gt; award controversy with that weird dude with the weird hair that they allowed to host, The View with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Whoopie&lt;/span&gt; and Barbara in all of their glory vs. Cindy McCain, I COULD GO ON FOR HOURS!!!  Who needs Grey's Anatomy or The Hills when you have the 2008 Presidential Election?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough for me to see one side of this fight, either.  I have to see the latest accusation, and after watching hours and hours of the breaking news story that is surely going to bury the candidate, I tune to the other channel and watch hours of closely reported arguments against the accusation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated my political science class in college, but the recent events that keep my glued to the boob tube have got me rethinking my major. I can't imagine where I could get this much excitement in accounting!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-5534850394742118446?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5534850394742118446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=5534850394742118446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/5534850394742118446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/5534850394742118446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/09/cant-stop-till-i-get-enough.html' title='Can&apos;t Stop &apos;Till I Get Enough'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-8001304881025013375</id><published>2008-08-14T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T14:50:44.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary? Who has the Time?</title><content type='html'>Long time no talk, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet!&lt;/span&gt; I am making this brief and isolated post because today is my 4 year anniversary. Unfortunately, for the first time in a couple weeks, Jake actually has work to do at the business (It's slowed considerably). So even though we were going to take a day off and have a fun day to ourselves, we're working instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also flaked on Sunday and when asked if I would hold a basketball practice for our upcoming young women's basketball season instead of mutual, I agreed not realizing that Thursday was the 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th...&lt;/span&gt;as in August 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th...&lt;/span&gt;as in my anniversary. So much for that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;romantic&lt;/span&gt; evening we've both been waiting for! (And by we both I mean me because Jake is still realizing that I'm cootie free)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I wish I could provide a very cute picture from our wedding or even a nice snapshot of Jake and I lately to post with this, but I can't. My wedding pictures didn't turn out that cute and I don't have any digital pictures anyway...plus my scanner is broken. As for recent pictures, unless you want to see a great shot of me complete with a caulking or nail gun and Jake carrying siding or shingles, we haven't done anything remotely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kodak&lt;/span&gt;-moment-worthy in a while. So, all you get is my dedicatory post to my spectacularly wonderful husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In four years of spending almost every day together, I have learned just a few things about Jake. He loves to learn how to do or make just about anything he's never done before. Things I have never even thought to notice, Jake pays close attention to, and then proudly points out what he's discovered. For instance, conversations that begin with 'Do you know what that extra piece of metal on that tractor does?' or 'Could you find your way out of the woods without a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;compass&lt;/span&gt; on a cloudy day?' are all too common in our house. In Jake's mind, life is a puzzle. And to solve it you must pay close attention to everything around you at all times. Always ask why or how and you'll never stop learning. Though sometimes this gets exhausting and confusing for me, I appreciate all the knowledge I've gained--now if I could only remember it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake is a perfect gentleman: if I'm carrying something heavy and he has an extra finger he might be able to balance my load with, he insists I let him carry it. If I'm too cold wearing two sweatshirts, he'll give me his jacket, even it if means he's left with a t-shirt. In my dating years, I found it annoying when a guy would make me wait to let him open doors, or never allowed me to get dirty by walking in the mud. Jake's found the happy medium between chivalry and smothering me with good manners, and I love him all the more for it. I knew he was a keeper when we were first dating and a friend noticed him wipe off a dirty seat on the train with his hand before I sat down. He doesn't do it because he wants all to see his generous and selfless nature, he simply thinks there are ways to act and doesn't think twice about it. His mama raised him right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the beginning of the year, Jake and I have tackled the challenge of beginning a new business together. At first it was incredibly hard to let him take the reigns in the business and allow him to run it the way he wanted to. My control-freak tendencies caused their fair share of arguments, and it was stressful. However, I realized that the reason it was so hard to step back is because in our marriage, we are equal companions. From day one, we've always looked to each other for support, advice, and help with life's trials. As the world throws all variations of obstacles at us, we hurdle them together, hand in hand. Cliche? Yes. But it's this equality between us that has allowed us to grow together, work together, and enjoy life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake is a wonderful husband, a kind and generous man, and I am grateful every day that I was lucky enough at 19 (yes, 19) to realize I needed him in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years down, and all eternity to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-8001304881025013375?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8001304881025013375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=8001304881025013375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/8001304881025013375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/8001304881025013375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/08/anniversary-who-has-time.html' title='Anniversary? Who has the Time?'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-5091393790993709293</id><published>2008-07-02T11:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T11:12:25.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to say a quick Happy Birthday to my Mom (last Friday).  I really meant to write this when it was actually &lt;em&gt;on&lt;/em&gt; her birthday...and then I was tempted to cheat and just change the post date to make it look like I was on time...but I'm trying this new honesty-in-everything life strategy.  I hear it's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, Mom, I know you only get on this blog because it's the easiest way to navigate to Jonathan and Leah's blog where you can see pictures of your favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grand baby&lt;/span&gt;, but just in case you stop to read this I LOVE YOU and want you to know that you are (and always have been) a huge example to me.  I want to grow up and be the woman you are, minus the constant chatting on your cell phone.  But without that cell phone ringing at the most inopportune times you wouldn't be who you are.  Even though I acted horrified I was secretly proud that I had the loudest cheering mother in the stands at all my basketball games, and was even happy to show off your sweet dance moves at all the high school dances you chaperoned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you hate Alaska but after living so far away from you guys for two years it's been a blast to have you right down the road.  Hope you get acclimatized to the cold weather soon and quit wearing sweatshirts in 70 degree weather.  This is the best it's going to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-5091393790993709293?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5091393790993709293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=5091393790993709293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/5091393790993709293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/5091393790993709293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/07/belated-happy-birthday.html' title='Belated Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-4534084072360075458</id><published>2008-07-01T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T11:02:42.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think You Have it Bad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SGvCu3fuHAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8mQY7hU9_JM/s1600-h/Blog+Bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218478703665617922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SGvCu3fuHAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8mQY7hU9_JM/s320/Blog+Bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other night Jake and I, along with my father decided to take an all night 'suicide' fishing trip down to the Russian River for the Red Salmon run. Why an all night fishing trip, you ask? Because there are too many damn tourists on the Russian in daylight that claim to be serious experienced anglers but who in actuality just spent way too much money at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cabela's&lt;/span&gt; to complete their "Alaskan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Outdoors man&lt;/span&gt; Outfit" and drive me to the point of insanity that many a time I've had to talk myself out of whipping my pole just so as to catch the guy's ear next to me for his failed attempts to squeeze me out of the fishing hole by standing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thisclose&lt;/span&gt; when there's a whole 100 yards of empty shoreline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that for a vent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, we prefer to fish at night to avoid the appropriately named 'combat fishing'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've justified that point, I'll move on with my story. It was about midnight and we were geared up ready for the mile hike along the trail of the river that brings us to our favorite fishing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hot spot&lt;/span&gt;. As we were descending down the stairway to the trail I was thinking aloud how I enjoy running across the occasional brown bear, but only if they are across the river and not paying any attention to many numbered anglers around them (or at the very least paying attention to me...as previously mentioned they are free to lick their chops at John Smith visiting from Florida who's standing too close to the guy next to him and snagging his line every cast).&lt;br /&gt;After a couple minutes of expressing my fears of one day of rounding a corner and finding a bear in my path, I concluded that it would be one of the scariest encounters I've ever had and left it there for the boys to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sooner had we cleared our first corner did I stop dead in my tracks, as there was a brown bear standing twenty yards up the trail. I pointed this little obstacle out to Dad and Jake, and we stood there for a minute deciding how to proceed. Within a couple seconds of us noticing the brown bear (for the rest of the story to avoid the over use of the words "brown bear" I've named him Snoopy), his head turned our direction and he proceeded to start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;moseying&lt;/span&gt; his bear paws down the trail towards us. This was enough for me to fish my bear mace out of my holster, and all three of us start searching off the trail to make sure we weren't going to run into a blazing mad mama bear pissed that we were yelling at Snoopy to get out of our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Snoopy continued in our direction, we were trying to look out for a bigger sow, arm ourselves with mace (and in Jake's case his 44 Mag...I know, I have a hardcore honey...) and back off the trail without losing eye contact with Snoopy. It's funny, living in Alaska you always get all sorts of advice from random places on how to avoid bears and how to react to any encounters with them. It also adds to the complicaty of things because different kinds of bears deserve different reactions i.e. black bears vs. brown bears. What I managed to remember with brown bears is that you're not supposed to run away, but at the same time it's advised that you 'stand your ground' while making your way back off the trail and out of sight. Hearing that when you're not actually &lt;em&gt;in &lt;/em&gt;the situation makes perfect sense. But tell me, when you're standing in front of a friggin' brown bear that is obviously not intimidated by your cries and whoops to go away, HOW IN THE HELL ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BACK OFF SLOWLY WHILE STANDING YOUR GROUND??? The short answer? You can't. And trying so only confuses and scares you even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming to this conclusion I finally just turned and walked slowing behind my Dad, while Jake was keeping his eye on the bear behind me. As I was in the middle of my 'please God don't let a small brown bear eat my face off' prayer, I caught something in the corner of my eye, and once I turned my head I realized &lt;em&gt;Snoopy had picked up speed and was now running right at us&lt;/em&gt;. I let out a hair-raising scream and then started yelling, and as Jake aimed his pistol and I fidgeted with my mace (all the while yelling at the top of my lungs) Snoopy finally stopped. Standing no more than 10 ft. in front of us, suddenly realizing we were armed with weapons that would at the very least send him whaling back into the woods, he turned and started walking away from us, still on the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of us let out a huge sigh of relief as we nervously giggled at how close Snoopy had gotten to us. In the meantime of us standing there in disbelief that we had gotten chased by a brown bear, four more anglers met us on the trail trying to pass us by and continue towards the river. We warned them about our encounter and after talking to them for a minute we decided safety in numbers was our policy for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from following Snoopy back down the trail for another 100 yards or so (giving him a lot of room), and the once instance in which my incredibly near-sighted father mistook Snoopy for a man in waders, the rest of the trip was uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story? No matter how prepared you think you might be for a situation to arise, when it finally does you will come to the realization that no amount of preparation compensates for the fact a five hundred pound bear is standing in your trail. Hopefully you have the luck I did and get to retain all of your limbs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-4534084072360075458?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4534084072360075458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=4534084072360075458' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/4534084072360075458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/4534084072360075458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/07/think-you-have-it-bad.html' title='Think You Have it Bad?'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SGvCu3fuHAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8mQY7hU9_JM/s72-c/Blog+Bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-623710425192966455</id><published>2008-06-17T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T14:22:06.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Gurneys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SFgoWlRRY5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/v60A2y2xkj4/s1600-h/Gurney+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212960937108136850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SFgoWlRRY5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/v60A2y2xkj4/s320/Gurney+Trip+%2708+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         Jake, Jeremy &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sheina&lt;/span&gt; with their catch off the Russian River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SFgoXA0skeI/AAAAAAAAAHg/LGjbbyEMFv4/s1600-h/Gurney+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212960944504476130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SFgoXA0skeI/AAAAAAAAAHg/LGjbbyEMFv4/s320/Gurney+Trip+%2708+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sheina&lt;/span&gt; was a little excited to be fishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SFgoXkxE74I/AAAAAAAAAHo/X8HHlSk7g0Y/s1600-h/Gurney+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212960954152972162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SFgoXkxE74I/AAAAAAAAAHo/X8HHlSk7g0Y/s320/Gurney+Trip+%2708+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  Another one of Jake's catches---What a cute angler he makes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SFgoX_CczuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/tBDaGpkj8dU/s1600-h/Gurney+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212960961205161698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SFgoX_CczuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/tBDaGpkj8dU/s320/Gurney+Trip+%2708+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                One of my halibut of the day---though Jake did all the dirty work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SFgift4QlmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/K_355pewciQ/s1600-h/Gurney+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212954496968201826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SFgift4QlmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/K_355pewciQ/s320/Gurney+Trip+%2708+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                Top 12 fish off the charter, the Gurneys had 4 make it on the rack!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SFgihj4_X0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/m5NaU4y36M0/s1600-h/Gurney+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212954528646651714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SFgihj4_X0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/m5NaU4y36M0/s320/Gurney+Trip+%2708+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  Poor sea-sick Jake taking a nap...and trying not to vomit again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SFgiiVDltHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/K6acwe5Z2kc/s1600-h/Gurney+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212954541844444274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SFgiiVDltHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/K6acwe5Z2kc/s320/Gurney+Trip+%2708+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        The Gurney Gals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SFgii3hTe3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/q5jm5OUt2F8/s1600-h/Gurney+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212954551095884658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SFgii3hTe3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/q5jm5OUt2F8/s320/Gurney+Trip+%2708+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              The gang at the look-out point in Homer, AK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SFgij4Vx5FI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LRLWsdxJtBw/s1600-h/Gurney+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212954568495850578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SFgij4Vx5FI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LRLWsdxJtBw/s320/Gurney+Trip+%2708+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                      Posing for a picture on the beach right below our campsite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we dropped off the in-laws (Jake's parents, brother, and sister-in-law) at the airport. Dennis and Jeremy had been here since May 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, Laraine had been here since May 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sheina&lt;/span&gt; flew up for the last week of their trip. They came when our little house was standing ready to be remodeled and left a brand new framed addition in the footstep of the old garage. Much work still needs to be done but it's amazing how much progress they made in just 6 weeks up here...we will forever be grateful for their time and effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All day we've been walking around in sort of a daze, because already we're noticing that it's a little lonely when we don't have a big party going round the clock. We were especially busy these last couple weeks when the work was coming to a close and it was time to play in the beautiful weather we've gotten these last couple weeks. Enjoy the pictures; I just wanted to share a few of the many we took.&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/210125699166224841-623710425192966455?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/623710425192966455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=623710425192966455' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/623710425192966455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/623710425192966455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/06/goodbye-gurneys.html' title='Goodbye Gurneys'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SFgoWlRRY5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/v60A2y2xkj4/s72-c/Gurney+Trip+%2708+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-1016895814142330992</id><published>2008-05-26T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:04:38.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Day for a Whittier Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SDrsipzhFoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gMbzh_MALOI/s1600-h/blog+pictures+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204732399461668482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SDrsipzhFoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gMbzh_MALOI/s400/blog+pictures+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 Jake and I enjoying some great seafood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SDrsjZzhFpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9Q9a9vjLWr4/s1600-h/blog+pictures+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204732412346570386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SDrsjZzhFpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9Q9a9vjLWr4/s400/blog+pictures+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                 Not sure why I didn't hop in this one, but it's Mom, Dad, and Squirt (aka Muriel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SDrsj5zhFqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Bnm2D2CxNrk/s1600-h/blog+pictures+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204732420936504994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SDrsj5zhFqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Bnm2D2CxNrk/s400/blog+pictures+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            Jake and I with his parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SDrskJzhFrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6yJ9zRSNNxA/s1600-h/blog+pictures+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204732425231472306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SDrskJzhFrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6yJ9zRSNNxA/s400/blog+pictures+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         Right before the fight broke out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SDrskpzhFsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wYS9vR2DeQs/s1600-h/blog+pictures+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204732433821406914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SDrskpzhFsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wYS9vR2DeQs/s400/blog+pictures+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 Bored in the back seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided late Saturday night we wanted to be heathens and miss church on Sunday to drive South and see the sights. Jake's parents are in town with his older brother for the next month helping us with the remodel, and my little sister Muriel came to visit for the weekend. In any case, Muriel's favorite Alaskan town is Whittier, and she wanted to see it again before she left Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whittier is one of the most 'Alaskan' towns one could visit. Not only do you get to enjoy the beautiful fourty mile stretch of road that follows the Cook Inlet with views of mountain, ocean, waterfalls, glaciers, occasional beluga whales, and sheep on the mountains, but when you reach the Whittier tunnel you get to experience driving through the longest tunnel in North America. No kidding! As you can tell from the map below (Whittier is the green arrow) it is only accessed through this tunnel or by boat. It's the closest port from Anchorage, so it's a popular spot for boat-owners, but for us it is just a cute little port town that visit when we have a craving for the Swiftwater Seafood chowder. It will change your life.  In any case, enjoy the pictures, we had a wonderful time excluding the racially charged fight that broke out in the restaraunt, but that's for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Whittier,+Alaska&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=61.076888,-148.414307&amp;amp;spn=1.145797,3.713379&amp;amp;t=p&amp;amp;z=8&amp;amp;output=embed&amp;amp;s=AARTsJqC_8URXhWqOiEc50FClplcsM2emw" frameborder="0" width="425" scrolling="no" height="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #0000ff; TEXT-ALIGN: left" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Whittier,+Alaska&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=61.076888,-148.414307&amp;amp;spn=1.145797,3.713379&amp;amp;t=p&amp;amp;z=8&amp;amp;source=embed"&gt;View Larger Map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-1016895814142330992?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1016895814142330992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=1016895814142330992' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/1016895814142330992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/1016895814142330992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/05/perfect-day-for-whittier-trip.html' title='Perfect Day for a Whittier Trip'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SDrsipzhFoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gMbzh_MALOI/s72-c/blog+pictures+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-5385548437532082674</id><published>2008-05-19T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T09:09:49.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Recovering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SDGmI1tfx1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/qvpia4sEeP0/s1600-h/Desperate+Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202121715376703314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SDGmI1tfx1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/qvpia4sEeP0/s320/Desperate+Blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I know there is nothing worse than reading (or hearing) somebody else talk about a show you don't watch, but I can't help it today. For all you non-Desperate Housewives watchers...sorry...and go to abc.com and watch the past episodes so you can get in the loop because this season was c-r-a-z-y. If you do watch and were unlucky to miss last night don't read on because it's a spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was the season finale. It wrapped up all the loose ends of each woman's story pretty nicely...and just when you thought you had actually watched a finale that didn't have the typical cliff-hanger tease ending where you were so irritated that you'd have to wait another four months to see what happens but yet at the same time so delighted that there was a twist, they &lt;em&gt;fast forward&lt;/em&gt; the series 5 YEARS!!! Just like that!!! And all you got was a tiny preview in what's happening in everybody's lives. My favorite was Gabby all un-make-up'd and ugly with the twin Chinese girls (I'm not sure if she adopted or what...I'm sure we'll find out next season) and my LEAST FAVORITE was that Suzan isn't with Mike Delfino! What a tramp...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case, I'd have to rank that as seriously the best season finale episode I've ever watched...I knew there was a reason I loved this show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-5385548437532082674?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5385548437532082674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=5385548437532082674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/5385548437532082674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/5385548437532082674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/05/still-recovering.html' title='Still Recovering'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SDGmI1tfx1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/qvpia4sEeP0/s72-c/Desperate+Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-8133392975263002190</id><published>2008-05-13T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:26:00.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never a Dull Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SCnaqFtfxyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Qe1Ftjaiv2o/s1600-h/Car+Wreck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199927661398312738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SCnaqFtfxyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Qe1Ftjaiv2o/s320/Car+Wreck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is never a dull moment in our house! Jake was sitting in the living room last night when he heard metal clanging around. Since we are in the construction phase of the remodel, at first he assumed it was some loose material getting caught by the wind. Then he looked outside and saw this right in front of the house! I guess an older lady was in the right-hand lane turning left onto a side street, but didn't have her turn signal on, and a younger man was impatient and pulled into the lane on the left to pass her as she was turning left...and since the young man was going too fast to begin with he ran over her hood and it flipped him over on the top. This guy had his 5 year old boy with him (they were headed to little league) and they must have been late because he was speeding and passing in a no passing zone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case, nobody (thankfully) was hurt, Jake ran out and took this picture while calling 911 (he's the ultimate multi-tasker with his iPhone now) and it turned out to be quite the event of the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-8133392975263002190?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8133392975263002190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=8133392975263002190' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/8133392975263002190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/8133392975263002190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/05/never-dull-moment.html' title='Never a Dull Moment'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SCnaqFtfxyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Qe1Ftjaiv2o/s72-c/Car+Wreck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-5104015124287602841</id><published>2008-05-07T15:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T15:39:09.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>McDUDnalds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SCIvhwGJNfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zXVLj-bGk-k/s1600-h/arch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197769176831833586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SCIvhwGJNfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zXVLj-bGk-k/s200/arch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;...maybe it's because I personally feel as though I have been a BIG contributor to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; organization via my daily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;McChickens&lt;/span&gt; in high school, my Big Macs through college and now my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;McFlurries&lt;/span&gt;, but I expect when I go to my local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; franchise I will get what I want. I know "Have it Your Way" is coined by Burger King, but deep down aren't all fast food chains made equal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was craving my daily ice cream fix, and asked Jake to swing by the drive-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; on our way back to the office. I was in the back seat because my Dad was with us, and I was chatting away with my big brother shooting the breeze as Jake was ordering, so I didn't really catch all the confusion that the cashier had when Jake was explaining to her that no, we didn't want 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;McFlurries&lt;/span&gt; we just wanted 3 with an additional topping for each. We've already accepted that it's an extra 46 cents, and have mastered the ordering of them so there aren't any questions...'I want ONE Oreo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;McFlurry&lt;/span&gt; with ONE additional topping of M&amp;amp;Ms please' should suffice, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it didn't, the lady went back and forth, first assuming we wanted a truckload of one topping ice cream treats, then mixing the Reese's with Oreo and the M&amp;amp;Ms with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Butterfinger&lt;/span&gt;, but Jake was quick to straighten her out and it looked like we were good to pick up our delectable desserts...that is until Jake pulled up to the window to pay and the cashier rudely said, "Um...just so you know we aren't going to mix the toppings any more." I was still on the phone talking so as I listened to Jake laugh in her face and ask why she would ever say something so silly, she very shortly replied "The head &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;honcho&lt;/span&gt; here said that mixing the toppings causes &lt;em&gt;cross contamination&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you serious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt;? Cross contamination of &lt;em&gt;ice cream toppings??&lt;/em&gt; Jake argued with her a little longer while even my brother Mark was getting fired up and threatening to tear her head off through my cell phone while I gratefully accepted that this might be my last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Orea&lt;/span&gt;/M&amp;amp;M &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;McFlurry&lt;/span&gt;...at least from that store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story is that sometimes, even for an extra charge, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; doesn't always &lt;em&gt;Love to See You Smile&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-5104015124287602841?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5104015124287602841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=5104015124287602841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/5104015124287602841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/5104015124287602841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/05/mcdudnalds.html' title='McDUDnalds'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SCIvhwGJNfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zXVLj-bGk-k/s72-c/arch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-1610102492134567997</id><published>2008-05-06T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:01:20.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Splurged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SCC5CGJZ-2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/kmAtb9kd198/s1600-h/Chi.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197357415646493538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SCC5CGJZ-2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/kmAtb9kd198/s200/Chi.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For over a year now, I have been hearing my friends who are more fashionable and 'up with the times' than I could ever hope to be tell me how fabulous the Chi brand hair flat irons work. My best friend Erin says it changed her life; some old clients of mine used their co-workers on a business trip and each of them ran out to purchase one the day after they returned home. So, after using my own cheaper straightener yesterday and experiencing all the hair snagging a girl can stand, I broke down and called Kelly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because Kelly has her beautician's license (is that what it's called?) she can purchase hair product/supplies at cost. However, it had to be a covert operation, because technically she isn't allowed to purchase items for the non-cosmetologist likes of me. So, internet, please don't reveal my true identity (or Kelly's) to any beauty supply store in the greater area of Anchorage so that she can help me work the system and I can maintain my hair with the &lt;em&gt;best of the best&lt;/em&gt; products for cheaper, k?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case, she was kind enough to take me on her supply shopping trip today and I splurged on the coveted Chi straightener, hopped in the shower as soon as I got home even though I'd already taken one this morning, and whipped that baby out to work it's magic on my locks. AND...it...was...AWESOME! I have never bought into a lot of the hype that seems to go with all the expensive brand name clothes, shoes, purses, hair product, etc. because I figure my $8 shoes at payless look just as cute as your coach pumps; like Mom always said it's not what you're wearing it's wearing it with confidence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, to all those skeptics out there, borrow one if you must test it, but if you're in the market for a flat iron, save those pennies and splurge--it's worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for those of you with any idea how to justify the purchase to Jake, please comment or e-mail me before I see him tonight to ensure the safety of my marriage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-1610102492134567997?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1610102492134567997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=1610102492134567997' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/1610102492134567997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/1610102492134567997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally-splurged.html' title='Finally Splurged'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SCC5CGJZ-2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/kmAtb9kd198/s72-c/Chi.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-2220347376080089090</id><published>2008-04-30T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T23:06:19.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should She Pay?</title><content type='html'>'Marie Walsh kept a low profile for 32 years, trying to escape her past life as Susan LeFevre'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you google this you can get the full story, but this poor lady was busted at 19 in Michigan for drug charges, and apparently her staunch Catholic family pressured her into pleading guilty, telling her to save them embarassment and take probation.  Well, the judge didn't give her probation, he gave her &lt;em&gt;20 years&lt;/em&gt; in prison.  After a year of prison, she was assisted by her grandfather and a friend and broke out. (Let me just say...can you imagine that conversation between her and her grandpa?  I can totally see MY grandpa scheming an escape from the big house, but picturing this old crippled man sporting a walker and his orthopedic shoes driving the getaway car makes me giggle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, she hitches a ride to California with friends, and starts a whole new life, marries a man (doesn't tell him about her past life), has 3 kids, and now 32 YEARS LATER they catch her and are extraditing her back to Michigan for her hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are quite a few things that bother me about this story, but let me just focus on a couple of them.  First of all, what kind of parents tell their kid to save them embarassment and take a consequence like that?  If you're not ready to have your kids bring shame to your family, don't have kids---I think it's inevtible that your children at some point in their lives are going to make you look like the worst parent in the world.  I know I did it to mine and I'm sure I'll be blessed with rebelious spirited kids myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, why in the world are we wasting resources to track down an escaped druggie from friggin' 30 years ago that's obviously learned her lesson and contributed to society?  She isn't (and wasn't) dangerous to anybody else, was clever enough to make it by this long, I say live and let die.  If anybody's to blame it's the dang prison who's security was shoddy enough that she literally walked through an open field, threw her jacket over the barbed wire fence and ran off.  Take her escape up with them, and go find the people out there that escaped and actually pose a threat to the public.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest thing about this story is her husband, even after being shocked with this bombshell, is standing by her, saying she is a woman of integrity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-2220347376080089090?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2220347376080089090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=2220347376080089090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/2220347376080089090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/2220347376080089090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/04/should-she-pay.html' title='Should She Pay?'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-5455858195206006259</id><published>2008-04-30T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T13:41:09.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Today Jake and I were filling out a questionnaire for our health insurance (ah, the joys of self-employed health insurance premiums...I can't graduate and become a teacher soon enough!) and there were the list of questions, and with the three following columns; Y  N  DK &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jake's filling it out, he stops and asks, "What does DK stand for? &lt;em&gt;Don't care&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing the look on my face and thinking about it for a second, we both busted up laughing.  It immediately was added to the inside joke book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-5455858195206006259?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5455858195206006259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=5455858195206006259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/5455858195206006259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/5455858195206006259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/04/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-3484312617989404967</id><published>2008-04-27T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:02:11.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Kidding Me?</title><content type='html'>Okay. So a certain sister-in-law calls me earlier this week and is throwing a bridal shower for a friend of hers that she has kind of a love/hate relationship with. Not sure why she thought I was the best consultant she had for cute theme/game/party ideas for this, but she did and I therefore contacted my consultant for those things---my friend Erin. She gave me some fantastic stuff and after brainstorming a little on my own, I called the SIL back and we chatted at length about this. Even though said SIL is extermely busy with her own obligations, she was taking all week to plan this shower for her fairweathered friend and was not even complaining about it---let's be honest, I WOULD BE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the shower was last night, and I called her today to find out how everything went after all her preparation. Want to know what happened? Of course you do...why else would you be reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shower went very well---almost everybody had a wonderful time; everybody but the bride. Understandably, anybody getting married is entitled to choose if they will be that overly psychotic bridezilla you think only exists in reality TV until you actually deal with one, but this girl was over the top. I had given her an idea to spice up the present opening (because we all know that's the worst part about showers...saying 'ooo' and 'aaawww' every time a new present is opened and then acting interested as it's passed around. Like yes, I really do need to hold those terry cloth towels MYSELF or I just won't be able to appreciate them like I need to) by writing down everything the bride says and then, after it's done, reading the list saying that's what the bride will be saying on her wedding night. I know, for the LDS bridal showers this can be a little risk-ay but come on people it's all in good fun. And what's a bridal shower if you're not making sexual innuendos every five seconds, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, the SIL said this game was hysterical, and left everybody laughing (at one point the bride had reacted to a gift by saying "Wow...is that really what it is?" If that's not good comedy I just don't know what is). And the brides reaction? Turning to my beloved SIL and saying "Well, &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; was inappropriate". Not convinced that's enough to justify this post? After the food and the games, she turns to SIL and says "So...is that it?" (To which SIL replies yes) "Um...okay. Well then, if that's all you've done I guess everybody can go home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kidding. She needs a spanking. Or a very stern lecture. And since I am not able to do either of these things I will just vent about such horrible behavior in a post and move on with my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-3484312617989404967?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3484312617989404967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=3484312617989404967' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/3484312617989404967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/3484312617989404967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/04/are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Are You Kidding Me?'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-6201951291510242092</id><published>2008-04-21T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:50:16.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Jonathan!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SAzG-ogL1oI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3-d73K4oHM0/s1600-h/Jon+w.+deer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191743249777940098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SAzG-ogL1oI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3-d73K4oHM0/s200/Jon+w.+deer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SAzGqogL1lI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4JWP5AFkHss/s1600-h/Jonathan+in+London.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191742906180556370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SAzGqogL1lI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4JWP5AFkHss/s200/Jonathan+in+London.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanted to write a quick blurb about my big brother, Jonathan, as it is his 26th birthday today. I wish I could put up some insanely unflattering pictures of him when he was youner, but all my baby pictures are still in a box in Idaho, and this is all I could offer---and even these I had to get off of my sister-in-law's facebook! Jonathan, we definately have to break out the camera next time we're together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I digress. Jonathan is my closest sibling in age (2 1/2 years) and the only brother or sister I ever shared a school with. All those girls out there that were freshman in high school when their brothers were seniors can relate---it wasn't always easy! However, even with his serious over-protective nature he discovered and the &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; clashes it caused in my attempts to flirt with the older boys in school, we both survived this experience with all limbs still firmly attached. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was many a time Jonathan and I would act beyond goofy and do things we would never get caught dead doing in front of anybody else---rock out to backstreet boys, make up awesome dance moves and try them out on the living room coffee table, etc, but that's what's so great about him; there is never a dull moment and he's &lt;strong&gt;always &lt;/strong&gt;up for a good time. That's his trademark in the family---taking everything one step further to get a rise out of us. This is a great trait to have in a big family, and even at 26 he's takes center stage because of he's willing to do or say anything, and I mean &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;, to make us laugh. I will never forgive him for sharing horrifying moments in my childhood at my wedding luncheon, but everybody (including me) was hysterical by the time he finished, so it was hard to stay mad for &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks brother for being such a great example to me, for showing me that no matter what, you can always make good decisions and that there's always redemption for the bad ones. I was lucky to have a brother serving a faithful mission during my critical years I spend at a crossroads and didn't know what I wanted in life, and will never forget the many e-mails and letters that truly inspired me to stand up for what I believed in. Simple phrases like "Keep the Faith" and "Go Big or Swim Home" made me realize who I wanted to be and where I needed my path in life to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure love and miss you like crazy Jonathan! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&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/210125699166224841-6201951291510242092?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6201951291510242092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=6201951291510242092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/6201951291510242092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/6201951291510242092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-jonathan.html' title='Happy Birthday, Jonathan!!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SAzG-ogL1oI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3-d73K4oHM0/s72-c/Jon+w.+deer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-3063732694190908123</id><published>2008-04-17T00:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T00:32:55.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation the other day...</title><content type='html'>We had just woken up,  and I was trying oh-so-hard to find a reason good enough to drag my lazy and ever-increasing-in-size butt out of bed, Jake decided to strike up conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake:  &lt;em&gt;I have a confession to make&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt; Well, out with it then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake:  &lt;em&gt;I don't want to be an appraiser anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Completely astonished and trying to approach this as a sensitive thoughtful woman that vowed to stand by her man no matter what idiotic ideas came out of his mouth) ME:  Well...okay...what is bringing this on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake:  &lt;em&gt;I am just burned out, and I hate dealing with everybody's problems, it's a hard market out there, (I'm sure he talked for another five minutes but to me it quickly turned into something as valuable as 'yada yada yada yada')&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  &lt;em&gt;Well, you do understand that even in a tough market, you are doing so awesome, and anybody else would love to own their own business that doesn't require working nights/weekends and that sets their own schedule and that is doing well right out of the gate and and AND...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ten&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me continuing:  &lt;em&gt;Well, hate to break it to you buddy, but you better suck it up.  We sacrificed a lot to get you certified and you get to make it worth while.  If you want to change careers in five years, be my guest.  But you are GOING to support us and you NEED to fulfill your duties as the man of this house and I am finishing school while you follow through with this.  If you don't like your job we'll take a mini-vacation this weekend and then when we get back it's back to the grinding stone for you mister.  I mean are you kidding me? Quit everything you've worked for because it's gotten a little harder than you thought? Who are you? Seriously?! Is today April Fools or something?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it hits me...it WAS April Fools.  And Jake is giggling hysterically in his pillow.  While I slap him, a little too hard, on the back of his head and hop in the shower cursing him under my breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got ready that morning Jake kept spontaineously walking in and saying things like "Man, you are really cold-hearted.  'S&lt;em&gt;uck it up?'  &lt;/em&gt;Who says that to their discouraged husband?  It's a really good thing I like what I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have NEVER liked April Fools Day.  And that day validated more than ever my disdane for the holiday.  What a waste of a holiday.   Stay away from me Ashton, I handle getting "Punk'd" about as well as Justin Timberlake did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-3063732694190908123?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3063732694190908123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=3063732694190908123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/3063732694190908123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/3063732694190908123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/04/conversation-other-day.html' title='Conversation the other day...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-5888143415693154628</id><published>2008-04-16T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T00:41:29.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles Barkley--O' Wise One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SAb_H_zJcuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/A9axG2pLino/s1600-h/Charles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190116133441204962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SAb_H_zJcuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/A9axG2pLino/s200/Charles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quote from Jay Leno tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay (To Charles): What was your favorite subject? Like, if you had to take a test on any subject what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles: Rebounding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amidst crowd laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: Rebounding?? Or the history of rebounding...right"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles: Rebounding, because I know if I can get ten rebounds a night, I have a place in this world. That's what I tell my kids: If they can get 10 rebounds in a game, they will always have a place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bravo Charles, I couldn't have said it better myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-5888143415693154628?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5888143415693154628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=5888143415693154628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/5888143415693154628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/5888143415693154628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/04/charles-barclay-oh-wise-one.html' title='Charles Barkley--O&apos; Wise One'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/SAb_H_zJcuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/A9axG2pLino/s72-c/Charles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-296673522145948488</id><published>2008-04-09T09:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T16:40:16.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAGGGGGHHHH!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R_z0ncNtkNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hthmFLI9ovE/s1600-h/blog+pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187289829249749202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R_z0ncNtkNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hthmFLI9ovE/s320/blog+pictures.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this morning, after buying new tires for my Honda and getting my snow tires removed, I look out the window and find this---&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a bummer! You know, I have become quite accustomed to spring time in Alaska. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I consider it a beautiful spring day when the weather is over 40 degrees and I can manage to walk around in my flip flops (yes, I wear flip flops in 40 degree weather here...when else would I be able to wear them?) without getting my feet covered in the snow/ice/mud mix that covers the entire state of Alaska this time of year. I was packing up my winter coat, putting away my snow boots in the storage shed out back, and bringing in all my short sleeve t-shirts that don't see the light of day for eight months out of the year. I was finally getting geared up for an early spring/summer this year, and now we have more than A FOOT of new snow on the ground, and it doesn't look like it's stopping any time soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a vacation somewhere tropical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-296673522145948488?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/296673522145948488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=296673522145948488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/296673522145948488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/296673522145948488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/04/aaaggggghhhh.html' title='AAAGGGGGHHHH!!!!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R_z0ncNtkNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hthmFLI9ovE/s72-c/blog+pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-8467435187246826063</id><published>2008-04-02T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T18:13:54.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign of the Times My Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.f511.mail.yahoo.com/ym/ShowLetter?box=Inbox&amp;amp;MsgId=65_20617007_81353_1982_4476725_0_32144_5841735_77523339&amp;amp;bodyPart=2&amp;amp;tnef=&amp;amp;YY=97937&amp;amp;y5beta=yes&amp;amp;y5beta=yes&amp;amp;order=down&amp;amp;sort=date&amp;amp;pos=0&amp;amp;VScan=1&amp;amp;Idx=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.f511.mail.yahoo.com/ym/ShowLetter?box=Inbox&amp;amp;MsgId=65_20617007_81353_1982_4476725_0_32144_5841735_77523339&amp;amp;bodyPart=2&amp;amp;tnef=&amp;amp;YY=97937&amp;amp;y5beta=yes&amp;amp;y5beta=yes&amp;amp;order=down&amp;amp;sort=date&amp;amp;pos=0&amp;amp;VScan=1&amp;amp;Idx=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R_Qpq8NtkMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/X-7wrZzLggU/s1600-h/New+Kids+on+the+Block.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184814888705167554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R_Qpq8NtkMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/X-7wrZzLggU/s400/New+Kids+on+the+Block.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Joey McIntyre, 35; Jonathan Knight, 39; Donnie Wahlberg, 38; Jordan Knight, 37; and Danny Wood, 38.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;They will be visiting the Today Show on April 4th to address rumors of a reunion.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I found this when I logged into Yahoo to check my e-mail this morning.  I can only describe this as a sign of the times....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I mean, did I have the nkotb lunch box that I proudly ate out of for three consecutive years? Who didn't?  Was my first CD "Hangin' Tough" that I listened to every night while blowing kisses to my poster of Joey McIntyre on the wall? You betcha.  But a reunion when they are pushing 40?  The jury is still out on this one.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-8467435187246826063?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8467435187246826063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=8467435187246826063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/8467435187246826063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/8467435187246826063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/04/sign-of-times-my-friend.html' title='Sign of the Times My Friend'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R_Qpq8NtkMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/X-7wrZzLggU/s72-c/New+Kids+on+the+Block.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-8566823767057148684</id><published>2008-03-28T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T18:18:27.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys will be boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R-2XPsNtkKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/v_b4wq7FdQA/s1600-h/iphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182965041995813026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R-2XPsNtkKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/v_b4wq7FdQA/s320/iphone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday my Mom decided to upgrade my Dad's very archaic cell phone (he has one of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nokia&lt;/span&gt; square phones that were the best things out there when I was in high school...which was five years ago). After considering all her options, she chose to not just upgrade, but make him the coolest kid on the block by giving him an iPhone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sooner had Mom purchased it did Jake start thinking about all of the many things he himself could use such an advanced piece of technology for.  It started with "Wow, it has Google Earth right on the home page? I could totally replace my eight street maps and use it to locate my properties" and throughout the night all I heard were excuses like, "I could access the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MLS&lt;/span&gt; and pull more comparable sales &lt;em&gt;while I'm inspecting a house!&lt;/em&gt;"  As the possibilities seemed endless, my hopes that his excitement would fade dwindled away until I finally agreed that we could get him an iPhone this weekend.  Poor Dad, he hasn't even been able to touch his prized present since Jake got his hands on it this morning.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is it about boys and their toys?  First it's hunting gear, then guns, then the 4-wheeler he uses only when it snows, and now it's the most expensive phone on the market. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he thinks my never-ending shoe collection is bad! At least my beloved flip-flops only cost me ten bucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if I could gear him towards collecting more inexpensive items, like rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-8566823767057148684?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8566823767057148684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=8566823767057148684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/8566823767057148684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/8566823767057148684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/03/boys-will-be-boys.html' title='Boys will be boys'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R-2XPsNtkKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/v_b4wq7FdQA/s72-c/iphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-5044890468029664773</id><published>2008-03-21T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T18:00:00.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday? It was a GREAT Friday</title><content type='html'>Just thought I'd share that I'm having a pretty spectacular day.  Maybe it's because I decided to blow everything off and play.  Much to Jake's annoyance, I kind of skipped out on completing any task I had at the office, but at least I got much needed one-on-one time with Kelly.  I took her to her first sushi experience ever...and hopefully she wasn't just being nice when she said she liked it.  It was hilarious to see her trying to use chopsticks for the first time, but she was getting the hang of it by the end.  To see her face every time the waitress brought something new to the table was hysterical.  She was a great sport and tried a little of everything, but was much relieved when the waitress finally brought out something she recognized:  cinnamon tea (and the check! haha!).  I love Fridays when I knock off the week early and go and do what I want...if only Jake was flexible enough to hang out.  He's (thankfully) stayed very busy so he's getting burned out quick.  Can somebody say it's time for a Vacay??? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Easter Weekend everybody!! Time for boiled eggs and candy---what a great combination!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-5044890468029664773?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5044890468029664773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=5044890468029664773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/5044890468029664773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/5044890468029664773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-friday-it-was-great-friday.html' title='Good Friday? It was a GREAT Friday'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-7816862756424637587</id><published>2008-03-20T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T14:43:03.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Kathryn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R-LScsNtkHI/AAAAAAAAADo/WpnemroJ_r4/s1600-h/Vogue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179933911776333938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R-LScsNtkHI/AAAAAAAAADo/WpnemroJ_r4/s320/Vogue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture from last night's going away party for my very good friend, Kathryn. Her husband took a new job in Spokane, so they fly out this Saturday. It was a great party, but just like any going away shindig, always has the damper of knowing it's the last hoo-rah with the person it's being thrown for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R-LV9sNtkII/AAAAAAAAADw/SksQEIxsUdY/s1600-h/Another+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179937777246900354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R-LV9sNtkII/AAAAAAAAADw/SksQEIxsUdY/s320/Another+one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, this is a little tid-bit about Kathryn, and how much I'll really miss her. Kathryn and I served together in Young Womens over a year, and it has been a blast. Over girl's camp, baby showers, mutuals, Sunday Lessons, and the occassional girl's night out Kelly and Kathryn can manage, she has become one of my closest friends. It's never easy making friends when you don't have kids that kind of network you in to social circles, so when I find women I genuinely enjoy hanging out with, they are hard to give up!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kathryn, I will surely miss the simple things you do that's always good for a laugh-fest, your blunt honesty I can always rely on, and your ability to lift my spirits every time I'm near you. Can't wait until we see each other again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R-LWtMNtkJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/v3tV4AKQ6eI/s1600-h/Bonnie+Kathryn+and+Kelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179938593290686610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R-LWtMNtkJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/v3tV4AKQ6eI/s320/Bonnie+Kathryn+and+Kelly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simply Me, Kelly, and Kathryn at going away party last night---&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-7816862756424637587?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7816862756424637587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=7816862756424637587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/7816862756424637587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/7816862756424637587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/03/goodbye-kathryn.html' title='Goodbye, Kathryn!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R-LScsNtkHI/AAAAAAAAADo/WpnemroJ_r4/s72-c/Vogue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-7069797762321315901</id><published>2008-03-18T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:55:05.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated St. Patty's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R-CNyqY5GcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NNoBHjAIMLA/s1600-h/clover.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179295472987740610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R-CNyqY5GcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NNoBHjAIMLA/s320/clover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;I meant to post something cute and fun on St. Patrick's Day...but what can I say? I didn't. So, instead, I'll post a belated St. Patty's Day tribute and that way it will give me something to write about. Why the sudden interest in a holiday I have hardly ever observed? (Okay...I do make an effort to wear green, and when I was in junior high I would wear red too because supposedly if you wear red you're supposed to get kissed instead of pinched.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I have recently had a sparked interest in family history (only because it's already done for my whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barrus&lt;/span&gt; side and I just get to read all the cool stories) and found that most of that side came from, you guessed it, Ireland. So, with that, enjoy some fun facts below that I found about the Irish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;*St. Patrick's Day marks the Roman Catholic feast day for Ireland's patron saint, who died in the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century. St. Patrick (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Patricius&lt;/span&gt; in Latin) was not born in Ireland, but in Britain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*34 million Americans have Irish ancestry, according to the 2003 US Census. That’s almost nine times the population of Ireland, which has 4.1 million people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;*According to the Guinness Book of World Records, the highest number of leaves found on a clover is 14!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;*One estimate suggests that there are about 10 000 regular three-leaf clovers for every lucky four-leaf clover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;*Legend says that each leaf of the clover means something: the first is for hope, the second for faith, the third for love and the fourth for luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;*The harp is the symbol of Ireland. The color green is also commonly associated with Ireland, also known as “the Emerald Isle.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-7069797762321315901?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7069797762321315901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=7069797762321315901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/7069797762321315901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/7069797762321315901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-belated-st-pattys.html' title='Happy Belated St. Patty&apos;s'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R-CNyqY5GcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NNoBHjAIMLA/s72-c/clover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-196366797341928621</id><published>2008-03-15T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T10:47:26.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sore...So Sore...</title><content type='html'>Well, it's official.  My fragile ego has been shattered.  And I'm in a lot of physical pain.  When did my body get this old? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call a couple days ago from one of the girls in my old ward (I was her leader in Young Womens).  She is on the varsity basketball team for her school and her team made it to their state tournaments next weekend.  Their coach is trying to run through all their offenses/defenses to make sure it's pounded in their head, but only has 8 girls on the team, and for those of you that don't know this and seriously need to watch more basketball, you need 10 (5 on 5) for a scrimage.  So, knowing that I played basketball back in my glory days she volunteered me to come play with them this week and next until their tourney.  I agreed, wanting to meet the head coach any way because I had heard they were looking for a new coach for their JV program next year, and showed up Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, long story short, after two days of playing with those girls, I feel as though I've been hit by a truck.  Not to mention, the first day I'm not sure I ran more than five minutes with them and was literally holding back my urge to throw up all over the floor.  Pathetic, I know.  My 18-year-old self would be calling me all sorts of names for letting me get this out of shape, but it's given me new motivation to get back out on the court.  After all, at 23 I can't imagine giving in to the notion that I have peaked on my physical abilities.  The best news is, however, that I'm not there to be a good basketball player, I'm there to help the girls out, so at least all expectations of my basketball skills are decreasing low---right where I want them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake's pretty happy because he remembers my athletic figure when we started dating and is excited to see if this ole' body can't return to it's original shape.  I'll let you know how THAT turns out! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-196366797341928621?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/196366797341928621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=196366797341928621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/196366797341928621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/196366797341928621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-soreso-sore.html' title='So Sore...So Sore...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-7393067572390642893</id><published>2008-03-11T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T10:40:00.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Five Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I have decided to implement one day a week to name my top 5 favorite...whatever. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hear by&lt;/span&gt; deem Tuesdays "Top 5 Tuesday". As my first Top 5 Tuesday (aka T5T...can you tell I'm a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texter&lt;/span&gt;?) I will identify my Top 5 Country Songs of All Time. Being a Texas native, I grew up on Garth, George, Johnny, and Martina. So, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R9gnb6Y5GYI/AAAAAAAAACw/Y5cQFfUNeeE/s1600-h/Johnny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176931132145998210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" height="214" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R9gnb6Y5GYI/AAAAAAAAACw/Y5cQFfUNeeE/s200/Johnny.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;"Boy Named Sue"&lt;/strong&gt; by Johnny Cash- The reason for giving this the number one spot is pretty simple; it was the first country song I ever heard. Most mothers sang lullabies, children songs, or hymns from church to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; children. But my mom? No...we heard this on every road trip, errand run, or any other random time my mom decided to break out in song. She started every line for us, and we would all excitedly reply in unison. From the day my mom first taught me &lt;em&gt;'My daddy left home when I was three and he didn't leave much for Mom and me just an ole' guitar and an empty bottle of booze'&lt;/em&gt; I was hooked. The greatest part about this song is that I was convinced my Mom wrote it and had no idea it was a Johnny Cash original until I was in junior high and a friend of mine was listening to it on his Walkman. I was so disappointed, but it doesn't change the fact it is the greatest country song of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R9gmwKY5GXI/AAAAAAAAACo/cMIXnjcZyZU/s1600-h/Trisha+Yearwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176930380526721394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" height="132" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R9gmwKY5GXI/AAAAAAAAACo/cMIXnjcZyZU/s200/Trisha+Yearwood.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;"She's in Love with the Boy" &lt;/strong&gt;by Trisha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yearwood&lt;/span&gt;- I think this was the ultimate "chick flick" country song. I'm always up for a good love story, so condensing it into less than four minutes and putting it to song only makes it that much better. When I was ten hearing this for the first time, I would fantasize about meeting my one and only love in high school, get engaged with my boyfriend's class ring at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tastee&lt;/span&gt;-Freeze and have my Dad ready to beat the guy's brains in for proposing. That's true love I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R9gnyqY5GZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xz2fwYOxtGQ/s1600-h/Garth+Brooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176931522988022162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="170" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R9gnyqY5GZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xz2fwYOxtGQ/s200/Garth+Brooks.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;"I've Got Friends in Low Places"&lt;/strong&gt; by Garth Brooks- This is another favorite for similar reasons to number one; nostalgic sentiment. Again, thanks to Mom, Garth was a family favorite and many a time me and my four siblings would beg her to play this song so we could jam out at the top of our lungs. Just picture it: Five children ranging from 3 to 14 playing our air gee-tars and singing every word we knew. Teaching us kids what one must resort to in order to get over a bad break-up was top on the family moral list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R9gomKY5GaI/AAAAAAAAADA/qQoU_5BcQEU/s1600-h/George.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176932407751285154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="154" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R9gomKY5GaI/AAAAAAAAADA/qQoU_5BcQEU/s200/George.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;"All My Exes Live in Texas" &lt;/strong&gt;by George Strait- What a great song. Between George's easy-on-the-ears melodic voice and the creative lyrics, I can always enjoy a great rendition of 'All My Exes" anytime. And of course, the fact it's all about my native state is a huge plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R9gpiqY5GbI/AAAAAAAAADI/XIaLz1xR7CU/s1600-h/Reba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176933447133370802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="170" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R9gpiqY5GbI/AAAAAAAAADI/XIaLz1xR7CU/s200/Reba.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Finally...Number 5...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Lights Went Out in Georgia" &lt;/strong&gt;by Reba &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McEntire&lt;/span&gt;- Oh yes. Reba is the Queen of Country. Enough said. But I'll say a little more. For those of you that haven't heard this song need to get on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Itunes&lt;/span&gt; immediately and educate yourself in one of the best country songs ever. Where else can you get an entire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;scandal&lt;/span&gt; complete with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cheatin&lt;/span&gt;' wife, corrupt judges, a couple murders and one woman set out to make them all pay? Every time I hear that line "&lt;em&gt;You see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' sister don't miss when she aims her gun&lt;/em&gt;" I get chills. Reba, babe, you are the bomb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there it is. Any you would take off or add? Comment and give me your opinion!&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/210125699166224841-7393067572390642893?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7393067572390642893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=7393067572390642893' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/7393067572390642893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/7393067572390642893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/03/top-five-tuesday.html' title='Top Five Tuesday'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R9gnb6Y5GYI/AAAAAAAAACw/Y5cQFfUNeeE/s72-c/Johnny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-1632793907695207091</id><published>2008-02-28T19:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T19:31:27.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those "Alaska Days"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R8d7D-P_9gI/AAAAAAAAACg/A6TuCjXWG7U/s1600-h/Comp+Photos+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172238005238232578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R8d7D-P_9gI/AAAAAAAAACg/A6TuCjXWG7U/s400/Comp+Photos+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what my friend Kelly calls it when she's getting tired of the blistering cold, depressing dark Alaskan winters...she says "I'm having one of those Alaskan days". I couldn't really relate until this week. I think it's because we were in the upper 30s/lower 40s last week and it resembled the break-up (The "Break-up" is what Alaskans call our version of spring; since there's a LOT of snow and ice to melt, it's usually disgusting, wet, and dirty for a couple months before everything dries out in May and the city cleans up for tourists to enjoy our beautiful summer) but now we have reverted back to &lt;em&gt;cold cold cold&lt;/em&gt; 20s. I thought the break-up was coming early this year, meaning an early summer, etc. but it doesn't look like I'm that lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case, today I was especially bitter at how long our winter lasts and how I was SO ready to be camping, 4-wheeling, fishing, hiking, mountain biking, whale watching, and anything else I can't do right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I was driving up on the eastside moutains in subdivisions taking comparable photos for one of Jake's appraisals and I was driving on a road that was above the trees, and saw the above view. I immediately pulled over and had to take a picture; which is something I &lt;em&gt;rarely&lt;/em&gt; do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, it's not everyday that you can see every peak of Mt. McKinley. It doesn't show up as brightly on my picture as it did in real life and everything around it looks brown and nasty, but McKinley was breathtaking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case, it made me realize how lucky I am to live somewhere that may have its drawbacks with six months long of snow and three months where the sun hardly shines, but dangit every now and again even in the gross months I get to see a glimpse of the prettiest mountain ranges I've ever seen. And to think it's three hundred miles north!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It at least was enough to hold me over for another month before I start complaining about our long winter again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-1632793907695207091?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1632793907695207091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=1632793907695207091' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/1632793907695207091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/1632793907695207091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-of-those-alaska-days.html' title='One of those &quot;Alaska Days&quot;'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R8d7D-P_9gI/AAAAAAAAACg/A6TuCjXWG7U/s72-c/Comp+Photos+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-1588885661133220235</id><published>2008-02-25T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T12:37:20.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Tigers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R8MirAChcmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_R8FizVKTGc/s1600-h/Corine"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171014919291761250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R8MirAChcmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_R8FizVKTGc/s320/Corine%27s+Picture.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Saturday our friend Haakon came to the office to look up a property with Jake, and brought his two adorable girls with him. This is Corinne's picture she drew on my computer. (She is 5, but if you say that in front of her you must recognize that she is 5 AND 1/2) In any case, as she was drawing this, I was studying the animal trying to figure out the last time I saw a four-legged creature that was lime green with brown stripes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Fortunately, her little sister, Lauren looked at it and asked what we were both thinking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;"Corinn-eee, what is that?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;You could tell Corinne was a tad defensive when she replied "Can't you tell it's a tiger?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Lauren pondered that for a moment, then stated, "Oh. Tigers are really mean."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;(Corinne) "No, this one is a nice tiger."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;(Lauren) "I don't like tigers. They are mean."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;(Corinne) "Well then look" (She adds a smile to the tiger's face) "He's smiling, so he's not mean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Why can't it be that easy to fix all the mean things in this world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-1588885661133220235?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1588885661133220235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=1588885661133220235' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/1588885661133220235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/1588885661133220235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/02/mean-tigers.html' title='Mean Tigers'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R8MirAChcmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_R8FizVKTGc/s72-c/Corine%27s+Picture.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-6094384764544834799</id><published>2008-02-20T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T19:00:27.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interesting Visitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R7znGAChcjI/AAAAAAAAACA/9mdj-MMUYBQ/s1600-h/Pictures+2.18.08+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169260562590298674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R7znGAChcjI/AAAAAAAAACA/9mdj-MMUYBQ/s320/Pictures+2.18.08+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday my mom and dad opened their front door and saw the above. For those of you that can't make them out, those two prints on the door mat are &lt;em&gt;moose tracks&lt;/em&gt; THAT CLOSE! I was laughing so hard at the image of my mom's face if she were to open the door and there would be a moose literatly standing less than 6 inches from the threshhold of her doorstep. I told them to knock on the inside of their door before they opened it, just in case this moose likes the idea of hanging out on their front porch. We decided that it was after the fake 3' tall trees they had for decorations...so maybe the poor moose was so disappointed the trees weren't real it won't come back around...but it's still something we'll all think about before we open that door again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-6094384764544834799?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6094384764544834799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=6094384764544834799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/6094384764544834799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/6094384764544834799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/02/interesting-visitor.html' title='An Interesting Visitor'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R7znGAChcjI/AAAAAAAAACA/9mdj-MMUYBQ/s72-c/Pictures+2.18.08+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-2541497600348023889</id><published>2008-02-18T22:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T19:05:41.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tax Season is over...for Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R7zqOgChclI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Whg3sYVf3XI/s1600-h/Pictures+2.18.08+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169264007154070098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R7zqOgChclI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Whg3sYVf3XI/s320/Pictures+2.18.08+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R7zp2QChckI/AAAAAAAAACI/zMHfErPAIdc/s1600-h/Pictures+2.18.08+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169263590542242370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R7zp2QChckI/AAAAAAAAACI/zMHfErPAIdc/s320/Pictures+2.18.08+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R7p3jAChchI/AAAAAAAAABw/A1xsNE5HD_w/s1600-h/Pictures+2.18.08+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was kidding myself to think that we could do something for Valentine's Day...we ended up WORKING until the wee hours of the night. Too much to do to play these days I guess. Oh well. In any case, I did take pictures, they are just of us taking a break and clowning around with the camera. We had some really funny ones but Jake said he would kill me if I put them up, so I only got to put up the attractive ones, at least attractive ones of him. Can you say "Alaskan Tan"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I digress. Maybe it's because this is the last year tax season will be easy, quick, and cheap, but I finished super early and am so proud of myself...it took less than an hour! I know next year doing taxes for our business is not only going to cost a lot of money, it's going to be a new (aka very challenging) experience. In any case, they are done and I get my $54 refund in 9-14 days. Not too shabby. Good luck to those of you that still have to do taxes...hopefully bigger refunds than mine are in store for you and *eek* if you have to pay may it be a small, small amount. Can you tell which political party I belong to? Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-2541497600348023889?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2541497600348023889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=2541497600348023889' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/2541497600348023889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/2541497600348023889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/02/tax-season-is-overfor-me.html' title='Tax Season is over...for Me'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R7zqOgChclI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Whg3sYVf3XI/s72-c/Pictures+2.18.08+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-5553861084978747874</id><published>2008-02-14T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:48:55.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines</title><content type='html'>"Is your father a terrorist? Because you're da bomb!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not the most PC pick-up line I've ever heard but I got this cheesy V-day e-mail forward with all these lines and I hadn't heard this one before.  Sad but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines Day! I finally took some updated pictures with Jake so I will upload soon, I think I'm going to take some more tonight...for our celebration (We never get gifts for each other) I'm making him a pile of shrimp.  It's his favorite meal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately it's almost 6 and we're just finishing up because we've been so overwhelmed with business (Not a bad problem to have I know) it's been crazy.  Can't complain though, business means $$ and $$ means finally paying off our credit cards!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-5553861084978747874?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5553861084978747874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=5553861084978747874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/5553861084978747874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/5553861084978747874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines.html' title='Happy Valentines'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-3453566503088333749</id><published>2008-02-08T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T17:55:10.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for Friday!</title><content type='html'>Don't have a lot to say about today...still cold (below 5 degrees during day and in negative at night) and will be until Tuesday.   Tonight Jake and I are going to our local high school's varsity basketball games...well, I'm going to the girl's and he's coming later for the boys since according to him, the only people that enjoy watching girls basketball are those that used to play it or parents that have to suffer through it. :)  Isn't he sensitive?&lt;br /&gt;In any case, it will be really fun to watch them play, a couple of the kids on the teams are in the chuch so it will be good to support them. &lt;br /&gt;Then we are picking up a blast from the past; an old friend, Tyler, during his late-night layover on his way back to Boise.  Jake's never met him before, but they have a ton in common so I think it will be great to catch up! I love introducing Jake to good friends from a long time ago, he's hit it off with every one of them so I think it will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;It's the first Friday night in a while that we actually have plans so it should be good! TGIF everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-3453566503088333749?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3453566503088333749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=3453566503088333749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/3453566503088333749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/3453566503088333749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/02/hooray-for-friday.html' title='Hooray for Friday!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-1262313690059073046</id><published>2008-02-05T12:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T12:38:47.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bundle Up Kids it's Cooooooold Out There!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163597595830913586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" height="75" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R6jIp86QCjI/AAAAAAAAABo/leEuxsB5zG4/s200/Cold.gif" width="45" border="0" /&gt;This is what the little icon is every day for the next week. No Kidding.  So after getting home last night, all I wanted to do was take a long hot shower. Just as I was enjoying the steam that was doing wonders on my clogged sinuses (is sinuses even a word?) the water ran out! In the past we have had these issues but thought Jake fixed them last summer. There is a tiny switch that is right next to our pressure tank that tells our well (yes, we are on well/septic...aren't we living the Alaska life?!) to kick on and pump more water. In the winters before, our well wasn't insulated very good and that switch would freeze frequently, often leaving me soaped up and screaming at Jake to go put a blow torch on the switch. He made quite the project last summer of completely replacing and sealing the entire well house casing, and since we've made it this far we thought it was resolved.&lt;br /&gt;But, even the new and improved wellhouse couldn't survive the friggin' cold snap we've had (it hasn't gotten above 5 degrees in about a week, last night we were -15). SO, back down to the well house it was for Jake while I sat inside and enjoyed having a great excuse for not doing the dishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-1262313690059073046?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1262313690059073046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=1262313690059073046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/1262313690059073046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/1262313690059073046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/02/bundle-up-kids-its-cooooooold-out-there.html' title='Bundle Up Kids it&apos;s Cooooooold Out There!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R6jIp86QCjI/AAAAAAAAABo/leEuxsB5zG4/s72-c/Cold.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-7987069732942321705</id><published>2008-02-04T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T15:19:28.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Me's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day</title><content type='html'>Okay, maybe it's because I caught Jake's stupid cold and I have a stupid runny nose and my stupid medicine hasn't kicked in, but I am having one horrible day. I'm stuck working today with Jake in the office because I marketed for less than an hour last Thursday and got overwhelmed with requests. Not a bad problem to have, I know, but it is when you have that someboby-put-a-tiny-little-elf-in-my-brain-and-he-has-a-jackhammer feeling and yet you're still working. We've all been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I come in to work hoping to get one thing accomplished: Finalized E &amp;amp; O insurance for Jake's company. I have been getting quotes for the last three weeks from different local insurance companies, and have been equally appalled when they come back with $10,000/year premiums for coverage he needs. $10,000 a year!!! What's even more frustrating is when I look online the quotes in all other states are no more than $800/yr, but most of these companies don't *surprise* do insurance for appraisers in Alaska. You'd think Alaska was in a whole other country with how I've been treated by some of these out of state insurance brokers. In any case, it's been a very tedious process, but last Friday I came across a broker willing to talk to me, and today, they came back with their quote, and it's less than $1,000 premium which is exactly what I've been looking for. I know I should be happy, but I can't stop thinking about what a waste of time it has been for me to wait on these other local companies and how we haven't been able to work with a lot of mortgage companies in town that require E &amp;amp; O insurance. Boy am I a Debbie Downer today or what?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it's accomplished, and now I get to go get back in my bathrobe and watch bad daytime television all afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-7987069732942321705?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7987069732942321705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=7987069732942321705' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/7987069732942321705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/7987069732942321705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/02/simply-mes-terrible-horrible-no-good.html' title='Simply Me&apos;s Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-3223855489939858417</id><published>2008-01-28T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T18:27:26.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prophet, Gordon B. Hinckley, Passes Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R56MRM6QCiI/AAAAAAAAABg/xbHMQW-k2hQ/s1600-h/Prophet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160716450164378146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R56MRM6QCiI/AAAAAAAAABg/xbHMQW-k2hQ/s200/Prophet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay...I wasn't really planning on posting about this because most of you who read it obviously know Gordon B. Hinckley passed away yesterday evening, but then realized if I post about Heath Ledger dying I certainly need to mention the prophet. So, I was doing a little reading about him and thought I would post that on here in honor of a great man that was an amazing leader and wonderful role model for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gordon B. Hinckley was the president of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints for almost 13 years, as he was called as prophet in March of 1995. He was the first president of the church to travel to Spain to erect a temple in Madrid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In an interview in 2005, he told the Associated Press: "The more people come to know us, the better they will understand us. We're a little different. We don't smoke. We don't drink. We do things in a little different way. That's not dishonorable. I believe that's to our credit." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The above quote shows why I loved his talks, respected his counsel, and adored him as our prophet. He was so simple in his talks, but the truths he spoke always seemed to stuck with me because of the way he delivered him. The way he spoke was so absolute and certain it was as though he's never questioned for a minute whether the gospel was true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was a beloved prophet and will be missed dearly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-3223855489939858417?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3223855489939858417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=3223855489939858417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/3223855489939858417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/3223855489939858417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/01/prophet-gordon-b-hinckley-passes-away.html' title='Prophet, Gordon B. Hinckley, Passes Away'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R56MRM6QCiI/AAAAAAAAABg/xbHMQW-k2hQ/s72-c/Prophet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-8777130467143173484</id><published>2008-01-27T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T16:58:09.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cold Season Has Arrived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R50n7s6QChI/AAAAAAAAABY/sb_9kqVmAtY/s1600-h/nighttimeSevereHotLiquid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160324654657702418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="90" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R50n7s6QChI/AAAAAAAAABY/sb_9kqVmAtY/s200/nighttimeSevereHotLiquid.jpg" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's official: The cold season has formally arrived at the Simply Me household. I have the above picture in because Jake swears by it---he says it is soothing to take and helps him sleep, and doesn't leave him all groggy gross in the morning like other nighttime cold medicines can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three days ago Jake started sneezing, snoring (he only snores when he's sick...aren't I lucky?), and coughing profusely. Of course, he has been go go go since he was licensed and was working well into the nights trying to get new clients by doing his appraisals super fast. Although he's doing a great job because in the short week we've been in business he has three new clients and a ton of appraisal requests (part of that I'm sure being that the rates have been dropping like a swatted fly), he's also paying for it by continuing to get worse.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I made him stay home &lt;em&gt;most &lt;/em&gt;of the day and watch movies and veg, and today I'm quarantining him to the house. So, this morning I will have to go to church alone which I don't mind except it's redundant when I get asked three hundred times why Jake's not there. It just goes to show how much the people in our congregation care and I appreciate it, but for those of you who've been there it's always awkward when that one person lingers for a detailed explanation like they don't believe you and suspect that your husband is really bar-hopping on a Sunday morning. I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;Time to stock up on Airborne and hand sanitizer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-8777130467143173484?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8777130467143173484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=8777130467143173484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/8777130467143173484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/8777130467143173484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/01/cold-season-has-arrived.html' title='The Cold Season Has Arrived!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R50n7s6QChI/AAAAAAAAABY/sb_9kqVmAtY/s72-c/nighttimeSevereHotLiquid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-1439238042923674608</id><published>2008-01-22T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T16:50:44.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heath Ledger Dies at age 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R5aOUFDiIwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/l9sJl-QEqLI/s1600-h/heath+ledger+post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158466898805007106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R5aOUFDiIwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/l9sJl-QEqLI/s200/heath+ledger+post.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you guys see this?? Evidently he was found in an apartment owned by Mary Kate Olsen with pills around the bed he was in---so police think it's an overdose. I don't mean to turn into miss pop culture but thought it was a simple enough post and would be good so y'all are up on the times. How sad though, I felt the guy was really talented---even if I haven't appreciated any of his movies since The Patriot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-1439238042923674608?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1439238042923674608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=1439238042923674608' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/1439238042923674608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/1439238042923674608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/01/heath-ledger-dies-at-age-28.html' title='Heath Ledger Dies at age 28'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R5aOUFDiIwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/l9sJl-QEqLI/s72-c/heath+ledger+post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-3170983575789277924</id><published>2008-01-15T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T12:36:10.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Mint Brownies</title><content type='html'>This is for you Lindsay! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a family favorite that we always make around the holidays.  It used to seem like a much bigger project, but last week I made two batches and since it didn't seem that bad, I think I'll make them a lot more often!  I will venture to say they are by far my number one favorite brownie.  Period.  That's how yummy they are...so if you love dark chocolate mint candies, cakes, etc. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; give these a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are cooked on a jelly roll pan, so not only is it a HUGE batch, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yields&lt;/span&gt; about 64 brownies.  That's why we always made them for the holidays;  one batch is enough to give away to all your friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RECIPE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;brownie layer:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;       8 squares unsweetened chocolate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;       3 cubes butter  (1 1/2 Cups)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;      4 cups sugar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;      8 eggs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;      2 1/2 cups flour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;      1 tsp salt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;     1 tsp baking powder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;     2 tsp vanilla&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melt together chocolate squares with butter in a double boiler...or if you don't have one just make sure it barely melts the butter without boiling the chocolate.  I can accomplish this even with my microwave if I just watch carefully.  Mix in eggs and sugar, then fold in remaining ingredients.  Bake at 350 for 30-35 minutes.  Cool a little, but it's helpful if this layer is still a little warm to the touch because it helps smooth out the next layer.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mint frosting layer:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;      6 Tbsp butter &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;     6 Tbsp cream (if you don't have it milk works fine)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;     1 box powdered sugar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;     1 tsp mint extract&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;    3-4 drops green food coloring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You want this frosting to be stiff but still smooth.  Add powdered sugar accordingly.  When you spread it on the brownie layer, try your best to have the top as smooth as possible.  Again, if the brownie layer is warm, it helps melt the frosting just enough to smooth the top out.  Cool in freezer or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt; (I use freezer or in good ole' AK you can just put it out on your back deck) because it only takes about 20 minutes to get it cold enough.  You want the frosting to be pretty hard.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dark chocolate layer:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;     6 Tbsp butter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;     6 squares unsweetened chocolate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melt together in double boiler or (again) just barely melt butter in chocolate.  Once you have the brownies cool and the frosting is pretty hard to the touch, it's ready for this final layer.  This is the trickiest part because you want this to be a very glossed look.  The easiest way I have found is starting in a corner of the pan, and using a large spoon to spoon on some of the chocolate mixture.  Using the back of the spoon, spread a thin layer of the mixture, (thick enough to where you can't see the green frosting underneath).  Adding spoonful at a time, smooth final layer on the brownies.  Warning:  Because the layer underneath is cold, work as quickly as you can because this will harden quickly and if you have to smooth over the hardened stuff it messes up the smooth look.  Cool one more time for another 10 minutes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, take a sharp knife, and a glass of hot water.  Dipping the knife in the water every couple of cuts (and wiping the blade with a paper towel afterwards) cut your brownies.  The hot knife keeps the top chocolate layer from cracking.  Just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;side note&lt;/span&gt;, my mom cuts all around the edges in about 1/4 inch and then cuts her squares because it makes for all the edge brownies to that that layered pretty look as well.  The edges are still tasty and are perfect for your kids who probably don't care what they look like!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-3170983575789277924?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3170983575789277924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=3170983575789277924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/3170983575789277924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/3170983575789277924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/01/moms-mint-brownies.html' title='Mom&apos;s Mint Brownies'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-5774199472649418024</id><published>2008-01-14T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T12:41:20.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Start to 2008</title><content type='html'>WELL, it has been a stressful morning...for those of you who don't know, Jake has been waiting on the Real Estate Appraiser board for the state to issue his certification for two months now (we were supposed to hear back by end of November...that didn't happen!!)  We were up against a ticking clock because if it wasn't issued at their semi-annual meeting Friday he would have to go to the new requirements for his certification...meaning thousands of dollars in classes and traveling to the classes, etc., at least six more months of being a trainee, NOT something we were looking forward to dealing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After not reaching the one and only woman that handles the licenses for appraisers at the state building all day Thursday, Friday, and this morning, I went for a hail mary and decided to just search for his name on the state professional licensing web site.  Unexpectedly, there it was! His official certification meaning he is ready to start his business today.  We are so relieved and so happy, and have designated the rest of today a big celebration so I am off to make reservations at his favorite restaurant (Sullivans) and surprise him tonight.  (He doesn't read this so won't know).  Have a great day--I know we will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-5774199472649418024?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5774199472649418024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=5774199472649418024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/5774199472649418024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/5774199472649418024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/01/great-start-to-2008.html' title='Great Start to 2008'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-2935893126352963456</id><published>2008-01-08T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T18:11:00.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one can say I didn't try</title><content type='html'>Last night around six, in the midst of a pretty big snowfall, I get a call from Jake and find out that he's working late and has to meet me at the gym for our tennis game at 7:30. Of course, when I found out I would be on my own for dinner all motivation to cook went right out the window.&lt;br /&gt;So to occupy my time, I decide to go out and plow the driveway. In the two years of living at this place and owning a 4-wheeler with a homemade plow courtesy of Jake's engineering and hard work (he claims it's much better than the ones you can purchase and it was at a fraction of the cost) I have never started up this thing and ran it myself. Jake has given me the tutorial numerous times on how to start it in the cold, how to operate the plow, etc. but only 1/3 of that stuck.&lt;br /&gt;After bundling up, complete with my snow pants I have maybe worn five times since living here, I go out, find the key in our secret hidden spot, and attempt to start it. As expected, the weather was very cold and the 4-wheeler wouldn't start. I try a few different buttons hoping it's the choke---but to no avail. FINALLY, after about twenty minutes of trying to just find the dang choke I locate it, and the tutorials come rushing back. Within thirty seconds, I have the 4-wheeler up and running, and while I'm trying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;maneuver&lt;/span&gt; the machine through our porch posts out into the driveway, I look forward to see how the front is going to clear. As it was the first time I took a second to actually look forward, I quickly realized that there wasn't a plow on the front. My heart sank when I looked at the wall and see a very detached plow leaning against it. Then I remember Jake had taken it off last weekend to help Dad load up some firewood at an empty lot.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I had the best intentions to do quite the deed for Jake...but I failed. No one can say I didn't try!! I guess in the future plowing the driveway will remain his sole responsibility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-2935893126352963456?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2935893126352963456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=2935893126352963456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/2935893126352963456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/2935893126352963456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-one-can-say-i-didnt-try.html' title='No one can say I didn&apos;t try'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-4481428542952651811</id><published>2008-01-08T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T16:37:16.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you read about this yet?</title><content type='html'>My mom was forwarded this news article, and in turn sent it to me. This happened last Sunday. What's happening to this world when you aren't even safe going to church? This hit a little closer to home since I have a lot of family in Utah (including Lehi) and I am LDS... I got this article from the &lt;a href="http://www.sltrib.com/news/ci_7899968"&gt;Salt Lake Tribune&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to that family and what they are going through right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lehi police: Estranged husband gunned down wife outside LDS church&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="articleByline" href="mailto:ngonzalez@sltrib.com?subject=Salt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;By Nathan C. Gonzalez The Salt Lake Tribune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article Last Updated: 01/07/2008 11:51:04 AM MST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153191746957615842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R4PQl1DiIuI/AAAAAAAAABA/K3ty3afg5ZE/s200/Kristi+Ragsdale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEHI - David and Kristy Ragsdale were going through a contentious divorce, but in court last month they agreed to stay away from each other. Instead, the Draper man allegedly shot his wife to death here Sunday morning as she arrived at a local LDS church to attend services on her 30th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Kristy Ragsdale pulled into the crowded parking lot at 1691 E. 900 North around 11 a.m., planning to attend services with an unidentified acquaintance, said Sgt. Jeff Swenson, a police spokesman. About that time, the woman's estranged husband, David L. Ragsdale, drove up in a silver BMW, police said. The 35-year-old man allegedly then stepped out of the car and shot the mother of two multiple times with a 9 mm handgun.&lt;br /&gt;"There was no confrontation, no nothing," Swenson said. "He suddenly opened fire."&lt;br /&gt;David Ragsdale got back into his car and drove to the nearby Traverse Mountain area, police said. Lisa Dean was attending the service with her husband and two children. She said scriptures were suddenly halted by a church counselor, who told them someone had been shot in the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;"We said a prayer for the family and the children. People just sat there and cried," Dean said.&lt;br /&gt;"You don't really ever hear of this kind of thing happening in Lehi or in Utah. It just doesn't feel right." Darrell Berry, first counselor in Lehi's 17th ward, had just finished a bishopric meeting at the time of the shooting. He said he rushed to aid another man giving Kristy Ragsdale CPR in the parking lot, which was littered with spent bullet casings.&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't think we were going to have any success based on her wounds," he said. When police and paramedics arrived on scene around 11:10 a.m., Kristy Ragsdale, who had just turned 30 years old that morning, was pronounced dead.&lt;br /&gt;Church officials then ordered people to leave the church as police began their investigation. Most people were forced to leave without their vehicles, as dozens of automobiles were quickly sealed inside the crime scene.&lt;br /&gt;Police combed over the snow- and iced-covered parking lot with metal detectors searching for bullet casings. Other investigators climbed fire truck ladders and shot photographs from the air. David Ragsdale called the police station around noon and spoke to police Chief Chad Smith, who convinced the man to turn himself in, Swenson said.&lt;br /&gt;"It's hard to comprehend what happened here today," the officer said.&lt;br /&gt;Police continued to interview David Ragsdale into the evening, and he had not been charged in connection with the shooting. It is likely he will be charged with murder this week, Swenson said.&lt;br /&gt;Authorities had responded to the Ragsdales' home for reports of domestic violence in the past, but nothing physical against Kristy Ragsdale or their two young sons, Swenson said. The children were at David Ragsdale's Draper residence at the time of the shooting.&lt;br /&gt;Court records show that Kristy Ragsdale requested a temporary protective order from her husband on Dec. 4. David Ragsdale was served with the order on Dec. 7.&lt;br /&gt;In District Court nearly two weeks later, Kristy and David Ragsdale entered into a mutual restraining order agreement as part of divorce proceedings, court records show. The temporary order was then dismissed. Neighbors said police were at the home the day David Ragsdale moved away.&lt;br /&gt;"We loved Kristy; she was easy to love," said Kevin Malone, who lives near the Ragsdale home. "Kristy was very sociable . . . and very confident in herself." David Ragsdale worked at Investools, an investment education business in Draper, Malone said.&lt;br /&gt;Kristy Ragsdale sang often in her ward and had "a beautiful voice," said fellow churchgoer Paul Baird, who was in the building at the time of the shooting.&lt;br /&gt;"It has been a heart-wrenching day," he said.&lt;br /&gt;Peggy Lowe, who lives next door to the church, said she remembers when the area was a quiet rural affair. Her neighborhood is new, and many of the houses have yet to be occupied. The church itself is only a year old.&lt;br /&gt;Now the shooting has left that neighborhood shaken, Lowe said.&lt;br /&gt;"It's sad that these kids lost two parents," she said.&lt;br /&gt;The LDS Church declined to comment on the incident, said spokesman Scott Trotter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-4481428542952651811?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4481428542952651811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=4481428542952651811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/4481428542952651811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/4481428542952651811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/01/did-you-read-about-this-yet.html' title='Did you read about this yet?'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R4PQl1DiIuI/AAAAAAAAABA/K3ty3afg5ZE/s72-c/Kristi+Ragsdale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-7451428997080831267</id><published>2008-01-03T23:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T23:59:48.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep, It's Bowl Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R33nbVDiItI/AAAAAAAAAA4/M2ft1w8OMKs/s1600-h/Bowlweek.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151528005476164306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R33nbVDiItI/AAAAAAAAAA4/M2ft1w8OMKs/s320/Bowlweek.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, after finally reaching home after many errands, I walk in the back door and expect to hear a "Hi, honey, good to see you" or perhaps a "How was your day?" Oh, no...Instead, the following is a direct quote from my living room: "Gosh you idiot! You've only made that mistake three times!!! What are you thinking?!?! Had you just tucked it under and gone for it you would have had a first down!" This was Jake's reaction to the Kansas State vs. Virginia Tech Orange Bowl game (apparently somebody was doing something that didn't meet Jake's very high spectator expectations)&lt;br /&gt;I then checked my DVR recordings and schedule to see over 18 hours of football games either recorded or scheduled to record in the next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, it's that time again...Bowl Week. Maybe it will give me time to refine my Spider Solitaire skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-7451428997080831267?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7451428997080831267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=7451428997080831267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/7451428997080831267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/7451428997080831267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2008/01/yep-its-bowl-week.html' title='Yep, It&apos;s Bowl Week'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R33nbVDiItI/AAAAAAAAAA4/M2ft1w8OMKs/s72-c/Bowlweek.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-6123556550286162689</id><published>2007-12-29T17:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T01:39:48.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a Medium anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R3b7ptJ-XGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/31ExobCyEKo/s1600-h/Medium.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149579917859380322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R3b7ptJ-XGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/31ExobCyEKo/s320/Medium.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was my return-Christmas-present-day, but this year was a little more depressing than most. I had to return every single piece of clothing given to me this year. Not because I'm picky and didn't like the color, not because they were the wrong style, not because the sleeves and inseams were too lengthy, but because *eek!* EVERYTHING was too small. The sweatshirts were too tight, the shirts too short and hugged my love handles a little too closely, the jackets couldn't button...Every single clothing item returned for a bigger size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether I should be flattered that I look smaller than I truly am, like I "hide" my extras in all the right places, or if I should be downright depressed that the size I used to be is in the very distant past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to go drown my sorrows in a milkshake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-6123556550286162689?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6123556550286162689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=6123556550286162689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/6123556550286162689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/6123556550286162689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2007/12/not-medium-anymore.html' title='Not a Medium anymore'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R3b7ptJ-XGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/31ExobCyEKo/s72-c/Medium.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-898571055849065532</id><published>2007-12-28T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T11:46:06.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Cheeseball</title><content type='html'>I'm no Betty Crocker, and this isn't going to be a blog that resembles anything close to a cooking web site, but thought I would share this recipe today. This has been a family tradition for the holidays since I was old enough to appreciate a good cheeseball. It's a pretty simple recipe and every time I bring it to a friend's house I always get the same response: "I didn't know people could make cheeseballs!" I guess some are under the impression they grow on trees?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, below is the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheeseball&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 box cream cheese (8 oz)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2-3 Tbsp A-1 Sauce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/4 C shredded cheddar cheese &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/4 C diced onions &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 tsp Chili Powder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/2 C Chopped Pecans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the ingredients are mixed, chop up another 1/2-3/4 cup of Pecans and spread out on cutting board. Roll up the mixture in a ball and roll around on chopped pecans to completely cover. Serve with favorite crackers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-898571055849065532?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/898571055849065532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=898571055849065532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/898571055849065532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/898571055849065532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2007/12/moms-cheeseball.html' title='Mom&apos;s Cheeseball'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-1612702743606909126</id><published>2007-12-27T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T01:40:12.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little surprise lurking behind the bushes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R3QlytJ-XEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rtp1fWx6y5c/s1600-h/Christmas+Time+2007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148781827036437570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R3QlytJ-XEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rtp1fWx6y5c/s320/Christmas+Time+2007+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess you can tell I'm a new blogger because I want to post every chance I get. I'm thinking this will taper off with time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the moose that was eating the unidentified bush in our backyard this morning-this was not zoomed in and was taken from my back door. Having a bloodhound around always ensures that a moose won't come within a mile radius of your home without you knowing about it, so I wasn't expecting a moose to be &lt;em&gt;so close&lt;/em&gt; to the house. She's a pretty small cow (for those of you non-hunters out there girl moose are called "cows" and boy moose are called "bulls" just like cattle...took me a few mistakes of calling them "lady moose" and Jake constantly correcting me to finally call them by their politically correct terms.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-1612702743606909126?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1612702743606909126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=1612702743606909126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/1612702743606909126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/1612702743606909126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-surprise-lurking-behind-bushes.html' title='A little surprise lurking behind the bushes'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R3QlytJ-XEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rtp1fWx6y5c/s72-c/Christmas+Time+2007+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-5088750722575354883</id><published>2007-12-26T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T14:30:04.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Hardly Wait</title><content type='html'>I discovered this Christmas that when my parents don't have children living at home (this is also their first Christmas as empty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nesters&lt;/span&gt;, even though their nest wasn't empty as we practically lived there all weekend) they, in particular my father, are too impatient to wait until Christmas day to open up presents. The day before Christmas Eve, Dad persuaded Mom to open up one of two of her gifts from him, so she could "fully appreciate" the movie night with her new heated pillow with little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;massager&lt;/span&gt; balls. Then, as Christmas Eve came to a close, Mom gave in and had Dad open one of his smaller gifts, which she thought was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Blu&lt;/span&gt;-Ray DVD (which would then give away the bigger still wrapped gift of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Blu&lt;/span&gt;-Ray DVD player) but after opening it, he found it wasn't in fact the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Blu&lt;/span&gt;-Ray disc, but the DVD game of Who Wants to Be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Millionaire&lt;/span&gt; (which, by-the-way, is one of the lamest games ever produced.) So, too anxious to stop now, Mom made Dad open his &lt;em&gt;other &lt;/em&gt;small gift, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Blu&lt;/span&gt;-Ray disc. Of course, then Jake threw his hat in the lets-not-wait-until-Santa-comes wagon by pressuring Dad to open his last and final gift from Mom so the disc could be played on the Blu-Ray player (boys and their high definition). After we got home Jake was so excited about the gift opening extravaganza at Mom and Dad's he wanted me to open all my gifts from him, and his from me. Needless to say, I didn't have a single gift to open come Christmas morning. At least I have the presents from my sibling gift &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;exchange coming in January &lt;/span&gt;so I will have a little post-Christmas surprise...I just can't help but wonder how Jake will hold up to the constant begging of our future children who get their lack of patience from their father during Christmastime. Am I the only one that enjoys a little bit of anxiety until Christmas morning? Oh well, it's the child in him that I can't help but love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-5088750722575354883?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5088750722575354883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=5088750722575354883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/5088750722575354883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/5088750722575354883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2007/12/can-hardly-wait.html' title='Can Hardly Wait'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-1645963969267859094</id><published>2007-12-26T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T14:36:02.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Synopsis</title><content type='html'>This is me presenting our first Christmas tree (I know, married for three years and our &lt;em&gt;first &lt;/em&gt;tree.  We've never bothered before because we weren't home on Christmas).  Problem is with me standing next to it it kinda dwarfs the tree.  Oh well.  In our little house we couldn't fit anything bigger any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R3QoBNJ-XFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EjnsBxNiHUU/s1600-h/Christmas+Time+2007+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148784275167796306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R3QoBNJ-XFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EjnsBxNiHUU/s320/Christmas+Time+2007+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As our first Christmas holiday in Alaska comes to a close, I thought I would quickly reflect on the quiet events. Although we are in our third year as Alaskan residents, this was our first Christmas spent up here, as we had always visited family in Idaho. I think we both were a little nervous that on Christmas we would get that sinking homesick feeling. (Although we had my parents up here as they moved here last summer, it wasn't going to be the big family party like it is in Idaho). Luckily, we were both pretty fried from a couple ringers life had to throw at us the last couple months, including some pretty discouraging news from the state on the time frame for Jake's certification last Friday before Christmas weekend, so we were in the mood for some quiet R&amp;amp;R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with that our weekend got of to a rocky start, but we were quickly cheered up by my parents taking us to our new favorite movie Saturday, &lt;a href="http://worldsbiggesttreasurehunt.movies.go.com/"&gt;National Treasure 2: Book of Secrets&lt;/a&gt;. After a good movie you can just see Jake's demeanor change as he talks about his favorite scenes. We enjoyed a VERY good dinner and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt; marathon at the parent's house that night. Sunday was pretty quiet, although I had to admit I was proud of the lesson I taught in young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;womens&lt;/span&gt; (I'm on of the leaders in our church's youth program, specifically I work with the teenage girls in the ward.) With the help of my mom the night before and using ideas from various websites (&lt;a href="http://ywconnection.com/"&gt;Young Women's Connection&lt;/a&gt; is every Young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Women&lt;/span&gt; leader's dream) I put together a wonderful lesson I felt the girls really appreciated. Sunday afternoon we (again) ate dinner at my parents house with the missionaries, glazed ham and broccoli casserole. Nothing like mom's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cookin&lt;/span&gt;'! It was later that evening my mother decided instead of traditionally cooking the turkey she was going to smoke it in the oven, a feat she had never attempted before...so the next day was spent calling an old friend, getting directions, purchasing all necessary items and starting the project (the dang thing takes 12 hours just to cook so we started early Monday night). My favorite part of smoking a turkey? Getting to inject the uncooked skin with the brine mixture Mom had prepared. After ten or so injections, I was getting into it and taking that job very seriously. (You are supposed to put a syringe full of brine every inch, so on this twenty pound turkey we had a LOT of injections). That's the closest I will ever get to injecting anything in any animal, as I will leave the medical stuff to the many siblings we have who are in the medical field. Evidently, I'm not one for needles unless it's a dead turkey and I'm preparing it to be eaten!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-1645963969267859094?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1645963969267859094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=1645963969267859094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/1645963969267859094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/1645963969267859094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday-synopsis.html' title='Holiday Synopsis'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bHBvyquivqs/R3QoBNJ-XFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EjnsBxNiHUU/s72-c/Christmas+Time+2007+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210125699166224841.post-8125567298747796418</id><published>2007-12-26T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T03:15:12.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome, One and All!</title><content type='html'>After being a random blog snooper for the better part of this year, I have broken down and decided, yes, to maintain (or at least make a valient effort) a blog of my own. I have titled it "Simply Me" because in a lot of ways my life is pretty simple. I complain, as most do, that I am way too busy and always have too much on my plate, but in reality I don't. No kids, no job, left everyday to feed our dog (Sitka) and clean our house. Of course, life won't always be this uncomplicated as Jake (my husband) is in the process of starting his own real estate appraising company and I will be going back to school full time in the summer, but for now, I am basking in my short-term break from stressful jobs and daily obligations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should put in a short disclaimer that although I consider english to be my best subject in school, I am in no way a talented writer and could never compare to the blogs I read that keep me tied to them every day, but will try my best to portray the humor and interesting "Alaskan" experiences I get to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that, I will welcome you to my first blog entry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/210125699166224841-8125567298747796418?l=simply-bonnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8125567298747796418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=210125699166224841&amp;postID=8125567298747796418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/8125567298747796418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/210125699166224841/posts/default/8125567298747796418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-bonnie.blogspot.com/2007/12/welcome-one-and-all.html' title='Welcome, One and All!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243834498726150123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
