<?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-8086049494269496298</id><updated>2012-01-28T09:38:48.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kent Family Bear Tales</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-387822195908665440</id><published>2011-06-18T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T21:29:22.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9u7c-YzxeZw/Tf1sQTXoOTI/AAAAAAAAAy8/7dOUyKYspG0/s1600/DSCN1228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9u7c-YzxeZw/Tf1sQTXoOTI/AAAAAAAAAy8/7dOUyKYspG0/s320/DSCN1228.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cameron is a great dad!&amp;nbsp; He is always willing to let the girls try something new.&amp;nbsp; He took the girls the last day of school to have their hair colored for summer fun.&amp;nbsp; They each chose their favorite color: Karina-purple, Kensington-pink, and Karadie-blue.&amp;nbsp; I'm feeling a little blah next to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have had really interesting reactions!&amp;nbsp; It's all for summer fun.&amp;nbsp; The color will be stripped out before school begins again in August.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy it now girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-387822195908665440?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/387822195908665440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=387822195908665440&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/387822195908665440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/387822195908665440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-hair.html' title='Summer Hair'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9u7c-YzxeZw/Tf1sQTXoOTI/AAAAAAAAAy8/7dOUyKYspG0/s72-c/DSCN1228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-4074342672738595472</id><published>2010-08-17T15:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T15:22:41.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Small Step at a Time</title><content type='html'>For the past six months or better I have felt like I needed to reconnect with a neighbor.  She has been on my mind and in my thoughts almost daily.  I sent an e-mail to her a couple months back.  Left if at that.  I had done my part, only she continued to be on my mind.  I recently learned of some hardships she is enduring.  If only I had listened to the spirit and REALLY tried to reconnect with her.  Her burden would not have gone away, but perhaps I could have helped lighten her load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We focus most of the time on the things that we can do in our own lives to improve our situation and happiness. We must never forget that although we are the only ones that can control our actions, reactions, and feelings there are other people around us that we must look after and be there for. Are we doing everything we can for the ones that we love each and every day? Is there anything we can do to help improve the lives of others today? Big changes happen one small step at a time. Let us find one additional thing each day that we do to help improve the life of someone we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS THE LITTLE THINGS THAT MAKE A BIG DIFFERENCE&lt;br /&gt;There was a man taking a morning walk at the beach. He saw that along with the morning tide came hundreds of starfish and when the tide receded, they were left behind and with the morning sun rays, they would die. The tide was fresh and the starfish were alive. The man took a few steps, picked one and threw it into the water. He did that repeatedly. Right behind him there was another person who couldn't understand what this man was doing. He caught up with him and asked, "What are you doing? There are hundreds of starfish. How many can you help? What difference does it make?" This man did not reply, took two more steps, picked up another one, threw it into the water, and said, "It makes a difference to this one."&lt;br /&gt;What difference are we making? Big or small, it does not matter. If everyone made a small difference, we'd end up with a big difference, wouldn't we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-4074342672738595472?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/4074342672738595472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=4074342672738595472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/4074342672738595472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/4074342672738595472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-small-step-at-time.html' title='One Small Step at a Time'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-143561232227401744</id><published>2010-01-13T17:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T17:37:49.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap!</title><content type='html'>I have been so good for 2 months now.  Darn that Kensington for making fabulous cookies today when I was REALLY weak.  I walked in from work and without even thinking about it popped in 3, hmm maybe 4 hot cookies.  Then Karadie made fantastic nachos.  Again, today was a day without will power.  Ate half the plate.  I suppose it was bound to happen since I was so good over Thanksgiving, and throughout the Holidays.  Good thing I haven't slacked on the exercising at all.  5:30 am comes early, but it will be worth it.  All I have to say for my actions today is...CRAP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-143561232227401744?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/143561232227401744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=143561232227401744&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/143561232227401744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/143561232227401744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2010/01/crap.html' title='Crap!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-8201504982452350007</id><published>2009-12-01T22:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:49:50.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Tonight She is My Baby</title><content type='html'>Today I had a 5 minute meeting with my daughter's teacher. I left that meeting so angry with my daughter. I was upset that she was labeled disruptive, disorganized, and irresponsible. A 5 minute conversation plagued me for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a wonderful evening tonight with the Young Women of my ward. We enjoyed a delicious dinner, tasty desserts, a hilarious game of white elephant exchange, a celebration of the Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I returned home to face the problem with my daughter again. I sat down with her and discussed the importance of responsibility, organization, and not disrupting the entire class. This conversation was much, much longer than 5 minutes. It was a very emotional conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To calm down, I flipped on the computer and began browsing facebook. How quickly my frustration and anger toward my daughter was softened. Too soon can life change. So swiftly did my heart swell and ache. My mind has reflected on days of past when I held my daughters a little longer than was needed, held them a little tighter than was necessary, held them just in case tomorrow never came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crept into her room after she was sleeping, I climbed into her bed, and held her. Tomorrow we'll tackle school, but for tonight, she is my baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-8201504982452350007?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/8201504982452350007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=8201504982452350007&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/8201504982452350007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/8201504982452350007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2009/12/hold-them-tight.html' title='For Tonight She is My Baby'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-8244889015515212958</id><published>2009-10-15T21:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:56:20.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Witches Night Out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/StfuF_PIIxI/AAAAAAAAAu4/LncerHBHuZc/s1600-h/DSCN7273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393040865441096466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/StfuF_PIIxI/AAAAAAAAAu4/LncerHBHuZc/s200/DSCN7273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose it was better to be a day early than not at all. Girls night out was planned over a week ago with my mom, sisters, and aunt. We were all set with brooms in hand, hats dusted off, and wearing our best witches dress, only to get to Gardner Village to find that TOMORROW is "Witches Night Out." Good thing we have great self-esteem as we walked around the storeslooking a little out of place. We had a great time any way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/StfuGwOF3sI/AAAAAAAAAvI/hJuuLyfiquQ/s1600-h/DSCN7275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393040878590090946" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/StfuGwOF3sI/AAAAAAAAAvI/hJuuLyfiquQ/s200/DSCN7275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/StfuH4mzVaI/AAAAAAAAAvY/elC2lIX-O6Q/s1600-h/DSCN7279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393040898021086626" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/StfuH4mzVaI/AAAAAAAAAvY/elC2lIX-O6Q/s200/DSCN7279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/StfuGUDjxII/AAAAAAAAAvA/iR7SGcSmMgc/s1600-h/DSCN7274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393040871029720194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/StfuGUDjxII/AAAAAAAAAvA/iR7SGcSmMgc/s200/DSCN7274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/StfuHo1buOI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/pKfHEJS2K1s/s1600-h/DSCN7276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393040893787486434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/StfuHo1buOI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/pKfHEJS2K1s/s200/DSCN7276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8086049494269496298-8244889015515212958?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/8244889015515212958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=8244889015515212958&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/8244889015515212958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/8244889015515212958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2009/10/witches-night-out.html' title='Witches Night Out?'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/StfuF_PIIxI/AAAAAAAAAu4/LncerHBHuZc/s72-c/DSCN7273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-5609777055056682214</id><published>2009-10-09T10:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:24:35.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On-Line Again!</title><content type='html'>Eight months ago my life as I knew it ended.  My favorite time to blog is at night, kiddos asleep, husband snoring quietly beside me.  It was the perfect time for me to catch up on the lives of those around me and share a story or two of my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, I had finished blogging for the night.  Set the laptop gently on the bed while I got up&lt;br /&gt;to brush my teeth and take out my contacts.  Returning to my bed, I was suddenly startled by a large spider, causing me to scream and jump, knocking the laptop to the floor.  Sad was the day when my computer crashed-quite literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, due to a very FABULOUS husband - I'm on-line again with a new laptop.  No holiday, birthday, or make-up present was involved.  He just surprised me with a new fantastic Asus Laptop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear readers - do not be alarmed.  This is not a test.  I am back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-5609777055056682214?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/5609777055056682214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=5609777055056682214&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/5609777055056682214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/5609777055056682214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-line-again.html' title='On-Line Again!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-7548014922145067993</id><published>2009-01-29T20:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:37:46.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better This Year</title><content type='html'>It was a year ago today that I thought my heart would be ripped out.  How I am so glad that episode is over and Cameron is living with us again in Bountiful.  The opportunity presented sounded much better than the actual event, but his living in Alaska did help me gain a different perspective on family.  Even though we were separated by distance for nearly 6 months, we were one.  Our family grew stronger and closer than at any other period of time in our lives.  Family prayer and scripture study was the highlight of each morning and so important to all of us.  We began each morning united toward a common goal-drawing closer to our Heavenly Father and one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that this January 29th we are not only united in heart and mind, but also living under the same household.  Here's to a Happier Year -  Grateful it is 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-7548014922145067993?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/7548014922145067993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=7548014922145067993&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/7548014922145067993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/7548014922145067993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2009/01/better-this-year.html' title='Better This Year'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-2292440758170684262</id><published>2009-01-02T16:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:49:45.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Spiritual Highlight!</title><content type='html'>This last year our Bishop challenged us to read the Book of Mormon. We took the challenge on as a family - starting it and ending it together. We knew this wouldn't be easy, because at the start of last year we knew that Cameron would be separated from us for a time, but wanted to do this as a family. Cameron made a huge sacrifice and would wake to our phone call at 5:00 am and read the Book of Mormon with us on speaker phone. Thank you Verizon Network!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Cameron returned home in July we had to figure out our groove, then school started.  Karina Had to be to school by 7:45 am and Karadie also had to be to her tutoring by that same time each morning.  We all voted and still felt that our day went better if we read in the morning, so alarm clocks were set for 6:00 am.  I have been so proud of the girls for sticking with this decision and getting up so early each morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the year quickly approached and we pressed hard to finish.  The morning that we finished the Book of Moromon, Cameron was reading Moroni chapter 10 and read Moroni's promise.  I had been praying in my heart all morning that the girls would feel of the truthfulness as he read the famous versus.  It was so powerful to watch their eyes and feel what their hearts were feeling.  I know that the spirit testified to each of them that this incredible book is true! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gained so much this year by taking on the Bishop's simple challenge.  We grew so close as a family through the incredible dedication and challenge of setting the time to read.  I listened to my children explain to each other different principals.  The stories they've heard in primary came to life for them.  All three daughters became much better readers.  I especially watched Karadie struggle with dyslexia and impaired hearing be strengthened by her daily reading from the scriptures.  I watched my children gain a testimony of the Book of Mormon.  My understanding and my own testimony grew so much this year.  The Lord again gave me the greatest gift for Christmas...over two thousand years ago He sent the Savior, this year he gave my family a strengthened testimony!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-2292440758170684262?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/2292440758170684262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=2292440758170684262&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/2292440758170684262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/2292440758170684262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-spiritual-highlight.html' title='2008 Spiritual Highlight!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-55164255889556004</id><published>2008-12-05T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:21:03.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutcracker Performances!</title><content type='html'>Karina and Kensington will be performing in Mountain West Ballet's Nutcracker. The performances are at Mt. Jordan Middle School, 9360 S. 300 E. Sandy. Tickets may be purchased one hour before the performance at the door or on-line at &lt;a href="http://www.mountainwestballet.org/"&gt;http://www.mountainwestballet.org/&lt;/a&gt;. They will be performing: 12th 2:00, 19th 7:30, 20th 7:30, and the 22nd 7:30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-55164255889556004?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/55164255889556004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=55164255889556004&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/55164255889556004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/55164255889556004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/12/nutcracker-performances.html' title='Nutcracker Performances!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-6881029005233666497</id><published>2008-12-05T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:10:07.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy December</title><content type='html'>December is a busy month all around. There is a hustle and bustle in the air that one does not feel at any other time. Perhaps it's the last minute Christmas Shopping (or in my case, starting it), all the Holiday Parties, children's performing events, or the regular craziness that life brings. As I struggle to feel of the Christmas Spirit this year, it seems even harder with the added pressure of trying to be everything to everyone everywhere. So forgive my lack of blogging. I haven't even been able to read what is going on in the lives of my dear friends and neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this Christmas Season I hope to focus on Christ and His beautiful, wonderful atonement. The thing that gets me through each and every day. Some days, each and every minute. I also hope to focus on my family - my wonderful and amazing husband who has sacrificed so much for me and our family; and my beautiful daughters, who bring joy, love, and laughter to my dark nights; and my precious son, who each day I remember his light in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with you this crazy, busy Christmas Season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-6881029005233666497?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/6881029005233666497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=6881029005233666497&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/6881029005233666497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/6881029005233666497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/12/busy-december.html' title='Busy December'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-7554991502672604728</id><published>2008-11-09T08:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T08:58:53.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No FREAKING Way!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SRcG7b8VY9I/AAAAAAAAAkk/tfDpQ79soTU/s1600-h/gray+hair.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266685907415950290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SRcG7b8VY9I/AAAAAAAAAkk/tfDpQ79soTU/s320/gray+hair.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went out with 2 of my sisters. We had a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; conversation about gray hair. I bragged that because I have blond hair (which they informed me is no longer blond), I won't go gray until I'm really old. &lt;strong&gt;CRAP!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Kensington was playing with my hair this morning, when all of a sudden she stopped and hysterically started laughing..."Mom, you have a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;GRAY HAIR!"&lt;/span&gt; Yep, sure enough I HAD my first gray hair. Is this a sign of maturity? a sign stress induced life? a sign of old age? or a sign of good things to come? Tell me what you think...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-7554991502672604728?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/7554991502672604728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=7554991502672604728&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/7554991502672604728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/7554991502672604728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-freaking-way.html' title='No FREAKING Way!!!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SRcG7b8VY9I/AAAAAAAAAkk/tfDpQ79soTU/s72-c/gray+hair.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-4861284191275248261</id><published>2008-11-06T19:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:24:03.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much Do You Love Your Kids?</title><content type='html'>Several months ago it was announced at our local live theater, RMT, that they would be having auditions for the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Wizard of Oz.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My little drama queen begged me to let her try out. As the date got closer I called to find out times etc. It turned out, children were strongly encouraged to try out with a parent or older sibling. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt; Karadie didn't have an older sibling able to try out at the moment - Cameron certainly wasn't going to do it. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What was I to do? &lt;/span&gt;This was something she had been planning and preparing for, for months. I did what any mother would do. Right? I tried out with her. No, you won't be seeing us in the local production. We both got call-backs. Karadie was called back for munchkin/flying monkey and I was called back for Aunt Em. Yes, you read it right. They viewed me as an OLD and FAT woman! Needless to say, the experience was so worth it. We had a great time and learned a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share your stories with me. What have you done for your children, just because you love them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-4861284191275248261?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/4861284191275248261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=4861284191275248261&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/4861284191275248261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/4861284191275248261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-much-do-you-love-your-kids.html' title='How Much Do You Love Your Kids?'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-4704356673156838671</id><published>2008-11-05T21:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:48:02.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not too much!</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I was wearing a form fitting sweater.  You know, the kind of sweaters that are thin, not thick.  I didn't realize I was being watched as a grabbed my extra stomache blubber and jiggled it.  My daughter (who will remain nameless to protect her life) said, "Mom, if you don't do that we can't really tell that your fat, too much."  Hmmm...I think that I need to be more disciplined with my sweets eating and step up the work out.  The honesty of children, it kills me, no really it's killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-4704356673156838671?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/4704356673156838671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=4704356673156838671&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/4704356673156838671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/4704356673156838671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-too-much.html' title='Not too much!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-578343772984296739</id><published>2008-11-03T17:50:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:48:48.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the absence. I'll try to get everyone up to speed on the Kent Household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt; of all, my last post on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Waiting&lt;/span&gt;. Let me explain. It seems that there is always medical drama in our home. When Cameron and I stood in the line in Heaven for trials, we stood in the line titled,&lt;em&gt; "medical problems for children". &lt;/em&gt;Without going into the big, long, not so interesting story, we had a bit of a scare that Karadie had leukemia. As it turns out, it was only a bunch of not related flukey symptoms that compiled together are symptoms of leukemia. Thankfully, she doesn't have it and she is doing great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Witches Night Out! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What a blast. A bunch of women from my ward went to Gardner Village for "Witches Night Out!" We had so much fun. Hopefully I will post some pictures soon. Halloween is my FAVORITE holiday, because I get to reveal my true self and dress up as a WITCH! I love it. Melissa, I really missed you! Your absence was felt!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Job Changes! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tuesday I arrived at work to find out that RE/MAX Metro, whom I am employed by, had a new owner. I was a little apprehensive, but quickly learned that this would be a fantastic change. I have been given more responsibilities, and hopefully with that will soon be determined my new wage! The new owner seems very organized, ambitious, and energized! I have been working MANY more hours and will continue to for awhile, but change IS exciting! Any whoo, this is part of why I have been missing in action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HALLOWEEN...&lt;/span&gt; was a fabulously warm night. And with the time change being the first of November instead of the first of October, it was light most of the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trick or Treating&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;time. The girls were energized and covered more streets than usual. The afternoon started out Trick or Treating to Auntie Marion's. She's a little under the whether so the girls went with Omi, Byron, and Emily to visit her and cheer her up. Next stop was a visit to my work. Susan and I pretty much spoiled the kids. And possibly a new tradition was started with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Trunk or Treat at Dick's Market with Opa. Before the evening had even started, their buckets were half full and by evenings end, buckets runneth over with loot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The girls spend most of September trying to decide what costume to dress up in. After much contemplation the evening came and went and I think they were pleased with their choice of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Halloween Characters&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Karina&lt;/span&gt; our typically straight as an arrow child went as a "Goth Girl"sporting a nose piercing, lip ring, tatoos and all. She actually could have blended in with many kids from school. Thank heavens it was just make-believe. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kensington&lt;/span&gt; was the most adorable witch, with the most fabulous witches hat. Her black dress was complimented by purple striped tights, a purple belt, and long purple hair. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Karadie&lt;/span&gt; has a passion for &lt;em&gt;pretty&lt;/em&gt; things and loves classic movies. She really wanted to go as Scarlett O'Hara from &lt;em&gt;Gone With the Wind&lt;/em&gt;, but she settled for a lovely Southern Belle. And she did look lovely in her green hoop dress and beautiful big hat. For the first time in five years, my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Malificent &lt;/span&gt;costume finally came together. It all began with a hat purchased by my husband in Disneyland and has continued with the search for the perfect dress, which was finally achieved this year. My mom is amazing and helped me accomplish this task. Thanks mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is always fun to get out of your own character and play someone else for a little while. Until next year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264628138226286386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SQ-3ZgWA_zI/AAAAAAAAAkc/GCUB1bZEyqQ/s320/DSCN1840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264628138698029186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SQ-3ZiGfOII/AAAAAAAAAkU/2tSk1yaS_KA/s320/DSCN1838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8086049494269496298-578343772984296739?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/578343772984296739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=578343772984296739&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/578343772984296739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/578343772984296739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/11/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up...'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SQ-3ZgWA_zI/AAAAAAAAAkc/GCUB1bZEyqQ/s72-c/DSCN1840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-4963873432268496843</id><published>2008-10-24T16:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:16:59.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SQJJVP1-f9I/AAAAAAAAAkM/K51yGCqhueg/s1600-h/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260847944101167058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SQJJVP1-f9I/AAAAAAAAAkM/K51yGCqhueg/s320/Sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I'm waiting for answers to specific questions. I thought the answers would come easily and quickly. I thought I'd know by now. Truly, today is on my top 5 list of most painful days. I hate waiting. I don't like not knowing. I would like to know. I want the waiting to be over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-4963873432268496843?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/4963873432268496843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=4963873432268496843&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/4963873432268496843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/4963873432268496843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/10/waiting.html' title='Waiting!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SQJJVP1-f9I/AAAAAAAAAkM/K51yGCqhueg/s72-c/Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-5173316303365126997</id><published>2008-10-20T16:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:34:46.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter of Eternal Joy!!!</title><content type='html'>I hope I can relate this story to the level it deserves. Last night, as with almost every Sunday evening, Cameron and I were chatting with the passerby's on their evening walk. I enjoy visiting with the many who take a Sunday stroll down our street. After all the herds had come and gone,We were in deep conversation about important world events - like what we were going to make for a Sunday night treat. Our little lender dog curled up next to Kayla's hip for a moment then ran along to play. Jax (Kayla's dog) came trotting along, sniffed where lender dog had been, then promptly turned marked his territory, peeing all over Kayla. Oh the laughter! Doubled over in tears of laughter, I asked Kayla if she was aware that Jax had just peed on her. "Hmm, I wondered what the warmth was." Again I rolled with laughter. About now I'm sure you are asking, "was that really all that funny?" Not so much, but the story is not over. Our conversation of the most high importance continued until...Kenai (my dog) walked up to Kayla, looked at her, sniffed her side, then promptly turned and marked Kayla as his. This time there was no need to tell her, his bladder was a little more full, causing an instant feeling a warmth followed by wetness. Oh my dear sweet Kayla. It is such a good thing we are BFF's. My laughter could not be harnessed in. Neighbors from all across the land came to see what could possible cause such a ruckus. No audible words could be detected from my mouth. The tears that flowed, the lack of air to my lungs, the purple face, and the laughter of eternal joy could not be measured. Kayla has been not only marked once, but twice by not so noteworthy males and I have a memory in my head that I can live on forever. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks Kayla for being a good sport and letting me publish this story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-5173316303365126997?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/5173316303365126997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=5173316303365126997&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/5173316303365126997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/5173316303365126997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/10/laughter-of-eternal-joy.html' title='Laughter of Eternal Joy!!!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-2203555733923279524</id><published>2008-10-19T08:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T08:24:23.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Are You?</title><content type='html'>I always knew that I didn't have much in common with Bella except that I love Edward, but I was surprised to find that I am much like the quiet, yet strong mother of Edward.  Take the quiz to the right then share with me who you are.  Inquiring minds want to know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-2203555733923279524?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/2203555733923279524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=2203555733923279524&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/2203555733923279524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/2203555733923279524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-are-you.html' title='Who Are You?'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-28499547830225392</id><published>2008-10-15T16:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:44:49.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zits at my Age!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so don't be looking for any pictures.  I'm not posting any of my face right now.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But seriously...&lt;/span&gt;I already went through pubirty.  I no longer have periods, but I look like a thirteen year old (no offense Karina).  I currently look like a pizza face.  All day long I've been singing &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(to the tune of Popcorn Popping)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"I looked in the mirror and what did I see?  A face full of blemishes and acne.  If I could pop one, which would would it be?  The one on my nose looks ready to me."&lt;/span&gt;  With any luck, my husband might think he's fallen in love with a teenager!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-28499547830225392?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/28499547830225392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=28499547830225392&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/28499547830225392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/28499547830225392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/10/zits-at-my-age.html' title='Zits at my Age!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-7661378146617965218</id><published>2008-10-13T00:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:21:12.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She's 11 Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SPK-gCHvrmI/AAAAAAAAAkE/MOXZTPvPSFI/s1600-h/may+2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SPK-gCHvrmI/AAAAAAAAAkE/MOXZTPvPSFI/s320/may+2008+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256473172629237346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kensington is our only child who came into this world on her own, without a scheduled date at the hospital.  11 years ago I went into labor and didn't dare tell Cameron because he was so tired I didn't want to disturb him.  When the contractions were 3 minutes apart, I thought it might be time.  Off we went to the hospital, only to wait until noon the next day.  This beautiful girl blessed our lives at 6 lbs. 5 oz.  She was a very happy baby.  She loved waking up early and has become a habit that remains still.  This picture says it all-Kensington loves babies.  Almost every Sunday she'll ask me which baby she can go steal to hold for a while.  So thank you Trissy, Melissa, and Carrie.  Can't wait for Carrie's new baby so Kensi will be happy to help.  Kensington has enjoyed dancing since she was 11 months old and learned to walk.  She admires and "looks up" to her big sister Karina, and is a great example to her little sister Karadie.  I especially love our talks as she helps me work in the garden.  A passion we both share.  Cameron enjoys the time he spends with her at work while she helps him clean up and gather his tools.  We sure love and appreciate the sweet and wonderful spirit she brings into our home.  We love you Kensington!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Frobcamkent%2Falbumid%2F5256468677613778001%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-7661378146617965218?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/7661378146617965218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=7661378146617965218&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/7661378146617965218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/7661378146617965218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/10/shes-11-now.html' title='She&apos;s 11 Now!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SPK-gCHvrmI/AAAAAAAAAkE/MOXZTPvPSFI/s72-c/may+2008+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-1675940447069425001</id><published>2008-10-12T19:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:37:46.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Traditions!</title><content type='html'>Three years running we visited Yellowstone Bear World in Idaho on closing weekend.  What a wonderful tradition it has been.  Who knew that a spur of the moment day trip would turn into something that we look forward to every year now.  This year did not lack in excitement.  Due to cold weather, the animals were out moving more than they have in years past that we have been there.  The crowds were at minimum.  We were the first to enter the park, and the only patrons there for the first hour.  Every car that entered was eligible to enter one person from their group into a drawing to feed the baby bear cubs.  Yep, Karadie won &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(really, there were only 2 people that had entered so they let both of them feed the cubs).&lt;/span&gt;  Karadie had so much fun!  Typically we love watching the cubs for hours, but it was a bit chilly, so we watched them in short glimpses, went to the gift shop to warm up, and back to the cubs for a bit more viewing.  They were very active and as always, highly entertaining to watch.  I pointed out to Cameron the cub he was to get me for Christmas, a darling little chocolate colored girl.  I hope I'm not disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The petting zoo was our next stop.  Stiltz the moose is growing quickly.  He was found in the wild 4 years ago, shortly after he was born.  His mother had died, so Bear World rescued him and adopted him into their family.  He still loves to push his antlers against the fence, snuggle in real close and let you pet him.  We love spending time with him and felt so lucky to have seen him first thing yesterday morning.  Shortly after petting him he moved to a part of the park where he was not accessible for the remainder of the day.  The white tail and mule deer in the petting zoo fought for our attention too.  Kensington especially loved sharing food with all of them.  One young buck wasn't so hip on the sharing idea, so he nipped at Kensington's leg letting her know he wanted more.  He also didn't like me standing near Kens, so he stepped on my foot and gave my fanny a good head butt to move me away &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(don't be alarmed, no humans were hurt in the creation of this story).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our first year seeing Dylan the gray wolf.  He's always been hiding when we've been there in the past.  Sadly, Dylan is not expected to make it through the winter.  He is very old and has athritis in his hind legs really bad.  It broke our heart watching him try to keep up with Stormy the arctic wolf.  They are beautiful animals and so amazing to watch run around the park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the JOY of the trip are the BEARS!!!  We drove for hours around the park.  Again, the cold seemed to make them more active.  The bears were out walking around, playing with each other, some even fought a time or two.  That is an amazing sight watching them get angry with each other.  I can see why you don't want to cross one of these animals in the wild.  It wouldn't take much for them to show you who's boss.  The highlight of the trip for me was having one particular large black bear eat an oreo off of the running board of the truck on Cameron's side. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'm not sure how the oreo got there.  Pretty sure it was accidentally on purpose). &lt;/span&gt; Of course we had to quickly drive through again to see if luck would repeat itself.  Oops, this time I accidentally spilled my rootbear on the running board, door, and tailgate of the truck.  It was amazing to me that the same black bear actually recongized our truck and came running.  Luck was with us.  This very large bear quickly ate the cookie and continued walking along side of the truck as we drove slowly, licking the rootbear off the running board.  Cameron sped up a bit so that the bear would stop licking and after the bear backed off Cameron slowed down again.  Oh, no.  We didn't count on the bear picking up his pace and trying to climb into the back of the truck.  Feeling the weight of the bear pull the back of the truck down got all of our hearts pumping a bit faster.  No time for a picture...the girls were screaming, I was laughing and Cameron was making some sort of an evil cackle as he gently pushed on the gas.  You would think the bear would back down, but no.  He decided to do a circus dance and continued to walk on his hind legs still hanging onto the back of the truck.  With a little more speed the bear dropped down to all fours again.  The park gates were about to shut for the night, but we wanted one more quick go around.  No way this bear would spot us again, right?  Hmm, smart little creatures.  Not paying much attention and driving rather slow, we felt the weight of something large move the back of the truck again.  It was no surprise to find the same bear trying to make an escape in our truck.  We were smarter this time and drove fast enough that he was forced to back away.  Still, no pictures, but was it EVER an adventure we're not likely to forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Frobcamkent%2Falbumid%2F5256458179880686673%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-1675940447069425001?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/1675940447069425001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=1675940447069425001&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/1675940447069425001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/1675940447069425001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/10/family-traditions.html' title='Family Traditions!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-9166963680186735187</id><published>2008-10-09T15:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:08:53.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope vs Despair</title><content type='html'>I so loved conference last weekend! In anticipation, I wondered if the bretheren would speak a lot about the economy and desperate times in which we live. I was so relieved that their message was one of hope. President Uchtdorf's Saturday morning talk especially touched my heart. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hope has the power to fill our lives with happiness. Hope is a gift of the spirit. It is a hope that through the atonement of Christ and the power of his resurrection, we shall be raised unto life eternal...We have the responsibility to make it an active part of our lives and overcome the temptation to lose hope. Hope is not knowledge, but rather the abiding trust that the Lord will fulfill his promises...it is confidence that if we live according to God's laws and the words of his prophet now, we will receive desired blessing in the future."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling so discouraged the last little while. I keep hearing about my good friends troubles...loss of jobs, loss of income, unstable jobs, not enough work, foreclosures, etc.; not to mention our own current situation. It has all weighed so heavy on my heart. A few times I have even had an all out real panic attack. Very scary. After listening to the conference messages such a weight was lifted off my shoulders. No...things haven't changed, but my outlook has. I know that panic attacks, fear, despair, discouragement are of Satan. We are doing everything we can. We go to church, have family home evening, pay our tithing, fast offerings, I even got a job. I know that I need to have more hope in my life. &lt;strong&gt;The Lord's promises are sure!&lt;/strong&gt; Whenever I start to feel the despair creep back in, I pull out the conference messages and I again feel my Father in Heaven's love and know that if I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;hold on, the light will come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-9166963680186735187?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/9166963680186735187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=9166963680186735187&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/9166963680186735187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/9166963680186735187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/10/hope-vs-despair.html' title='Hope vs Despair'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-3806401291161825664</id><published>2008-10-06T20:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:58:52.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Way to Watch Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254238602393695394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SOrOK7TSNKI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ba-2JBg5OrY/s320/DSCN1801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Cameron usually spends this weekend Elk Hunting with my uncles, but this year he opted to stay home to watch conference with us. He was feeling a little left out of the hunt, so he set up his "double bull blind." We got in the spirit in more than one way...we felt the spirit (from listening to conference) while being in the spirit (of the hunt). Does this mean I've turned "Redneck"? The girls had a blast. They even began to call it home, giving it an address and all. Even though there was a little fun, I was pleasantly surprised at how well they each listened to conference and learned from the messages shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254240904510591842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SOrQQ7WuU2I/AAAAAAAAAcw/5ZB3-8g6DQ4/s200/DSCN1804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8086049494269496298-3806401291161825664?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/3806401291161825664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=3806401291161825664&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/3806401291161825664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/3806401291161825664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-way-to-watch-conference.html' title='A New Way to Watch Conference'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SOrOK7TSNKI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ba-2JBg5OrY/s72-c/DSCN1801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-6742441841617018687</id><published>2008-10-03T21:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:10:47.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Caribou Hunt - Nanuvik</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CsE0LNNGg-o/SOrbirB-xAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j3_LCkU6Glg/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254253303994172418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CsE0LNNGg-o/SOrbirB-xAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j3_LCkU6Glg/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a blast! Although it was a short trip, what a great experience! I planned this trip over 2 years ago, anxiously been waiting for it, and now it has come and gone. A large group of close friends and family left Tuesday morning for Canada arriving in Montreal. On Wednesday we flew into a very remote part of the Northern Territories called Nanuvik, in a little town call Kujjuak. We were warned there was not very many Caribou moving due to the warm whether conditions. I must admit I was a little disappointed. However, that didn't last long. Hurricane Ike had moved into the area and did that ever get the caribou on the move faster than Santa can say "Merry Christmas!" On the second day the hills were covered with caribou as far as the eye could see. I'm pretty sure I set a new record. Within 18 minutes I had harvested both of my bulls. The first with a rifle and the second with my bow. I was done by 8:30 a.m. Not bad for a mornings work. I can't believe how close I was to the herd. Some of the animals passed 8 feet from me, not knowing I was there. I'll admit I enjoyed the hunt, but I LOVED watching these magnificent creatures roam the hillsides. It is so cool to see how they move synchronized with one another. It's difficult to express in words the amount of animals gathered together moving at once. They estimated over 100,000 caribou passed our camp that day alone. M-A-ZING!!! Needless to say, with all of us "tagging out" we left on Saturday instead of Wednesday to return home. Great trip was had by all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Frobcamkent%2Falbumid%2F5254250906268202129%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-6742441841617018687?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/6742441841617018687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=6742441841617018687&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/6742441841617018687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/6742441841617018687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/10/caribou-hunt-nanuvik.html' title='Caribou Hunt - Nanuvik'/><author><name>Papa Grizzly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555170226960274850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CsE0LNNGg-o/SAmS4dDr2WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KITt1nIGL_I/S220/bear+Claw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CsE0LNNGg-o/SOrbirB-xAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j3_LCkU6Glg/s72-c/IMG_0062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-6482166670021918056</id><published>2008-10-02T16:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:03:01.817-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeds of Life</title><content type='html'>Today I spent the morning weeding my flower beds. Back in the Spring I spent 3 to 4 days a week tending my little flower gardens; loving them, weeding them, fluffing the soil to promote good oxygen for good flower growth. As I was weeding I couldn't help compare weeds to sins of life. As I was a young girl, learning to tend a garden at the feet of my parents, I heard time and again "if you weed them when they are small the job is much easier." How true that is of our little sins that we might make. If we take care of them when they are small, it is so much easier to correct the problem. As time goes on and we forget about our gardens or get to busy to tend to them as often as we should the weeds grow up and get out of control. It takes a lot more work to beautify our gardens. As it is the same with our sins. If we don't tend to them, correct them, they take over consume us, leaving us to spiral out of control to the depths of misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flower gardens had grown up quite a bit, so even though it has been awhile since I last weeded, they weren't too bad. The large beautiful flowers had kept the weeds at bay and under control. The flowers are like our testminoy and faith in Jesus Christ, His strength and our testimony of Him keeps the sins at bay. We have a desire to please Him, live like Him, beautify our spirits for Him-because of this our desire to sin is less. I look forward to spending time this weekend listening to conference. I look at it as fertilizer for the soul. It will fill my resevoir, fill up my soul and give me the strength I need to continue on tending to my garden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-6482166670021918056?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/6482166670021918056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=6482166670021918056&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/6482166670021918056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/6482166670021918056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/10/weeds-of-life.html' title='Weeds of Life'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-4381962490148057979</id><published>2008-10-01T19:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:05:05.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean Sheets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SOQrXWr4XLI/AAAAAAAAAcY/8u7EraEM85A/s1600-h/bedsheets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252370745647455410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SOQrXWr4XLI/AAAAAAAAAcY/8u7EraEM85A/s320/bedsheets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love CLEAN sheets!!!  I once read that Oprah has clean sheets put on her bed every day.  If I had Oprah's money and her house maids I would have clean sheets put on my bed everyday too, but as it turns out...I am my own maid and this doesn't happen quite that often.  I can't really remember the last time I changed my sheets.  I'm sure it has been more than two weeks, and I really hope less than a month but can't be sure.  I know that there are many of you who are now thinking..."eww grose."  Do not judge me, just love me.  I have new clean sheets on my bed now and I am LOVING it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SOQrQogizKI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hgZHL3DOmEs/s1600-h/sheets.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8086049494269496298-4381962490148057979?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/4381962490148057979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=4381962490148057979&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/4381962490148057979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/4381962490148057979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/10/clean-sheets.html' title='Clean Sheets!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SOQrXWr4XLI/AAAAAAAAAcY/8u7EraEM85A/s72-c/bedsheets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-3089658468219211903</id><published>2008-09-21T14:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:59:28.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Things...</title><content type='html'>There are so many things that I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mint Oreos or Holiday Oreos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday Naps!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Autumn Season: brilliant colors painting the mountains, cool crisp morning and evenings, the crunch under feet while walking on leaves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to my girls helping each other nicely with homework.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching someone sleep.  I love watching a baby, my daughters, my puppy, and my husband.  There is something so peaceful about a person sleeping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feeling the Love of my Heavenly Father.  I have felt His love so much this week while talking with friends, sharing in difficult decisions my children must make, studying the scriptures, and the church meetings I've attended.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading on my porch with a blanket wrapped around me and a hot chocolate in my hand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cameron's cooking.  It doesn't matter what he makes, it always tastes restaraunt delicious and the best part is I didn't have to cook.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuddling up in my bed with a good book while Cameron watches a movie and I play with his hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching the youth in my ward achieve milestones, make good decisions, show kindness to those around them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to inspirational music.  It always touches my heart which turns on the faucet connected to my eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being with happy people.  I love to laugh, and I love to laugh with others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learning something new.  It's always great to know I'm not too old to try, achieve, and learn something new.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spending time in nature.  I love the sound of birds singing, trees rustling, rivers running, the breeze whistling, and watching God's creations scamper in their habitat.  I LOVE watching animals, but mostly BEARS, moose, eagles, dolphins, whales, sea turtles,  and anything not found in my back yard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making a difference in someone else's life.  Sharing a burden, lifting a spirit, wiping a tear, teaching something new, shedding new light.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scrapbooking - IF only I had the time!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dressing up and going out for the evening with my husband.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knowing I am loved!  I love giving and receiving hugs!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mostly, I am happy to be alive.  To have the knowlege of the Gospel of Jesus Christ in my life and knowing where I have come from, where I am going, and that there is a greater plan than I can possibly conceive right now.  Knowing that I am loved!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-3089658468219211903?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/3089658468219211903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=3089658468219211903&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/3089658468219211903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/3089658468219211903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/09/favorite-things.html' title='Favorite Things...'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-5840907091576443818</id><published>2008-09-12T20:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T21:02:05.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Evening...</title><content type='html'>So here is how my well planned out, romantic evening played out.  My parents have been out of town, but have missed their grand-daughters.  This morning I received a call from my mom asking me if the girls could come have a cousin sleep over.  Perfect!!!  I could really use an evening alone with Cameron.  I was planning on stopping at the store on the way home from work for yummy fixins for dinner for two.  I had the house all clean before I left for work.  Extra cleaned our room.  I was pretty excited.  At 3:00 pm Cameron called me.  Conversation went something like this..."tonight is the last night of the Elk hunt.  I'm on my way hunting with Mont (my uncle).  We'll be back late tonight.  You don't mind do you?"  Oh well, so much for an evening alone with Cameron without the kids.  Now it's just an evening alone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-5840907091576443818?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/5840907091576443818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=5840907091576443818&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/5840907091576443818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/5840907091576443818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/09/romantic-evening.html' title='Romantic Evening...'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-8386223079821042948</id><published>2008-09-12T13:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:10:03.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible Mother...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SMrMkGwY6UI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vw8G-gZkje8/s1600-h/cathedral.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SMrMkGwY6UI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vw8G-gZkje8/s320/cathedral.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245229636687292738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received the following story as an e-mail.  I thought I'd share it with all of you.  It touched my heart and helped my day make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store.  Inside I'm thinking, "Can't you see I'm on the phone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.  I'm invisibile.  The invisible Mom.  Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more:Can you fix this? Can you tie this?  Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, "What time is it?"  I'm a satellite guide to answer, "What number is the Disney Channel?"  I'm a car to order, "Right around 5:30 please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again.  She's going, she's going, she's gone!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England.  Janice had gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in.  I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself.  I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, "I brought you this."  It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe.  I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: "To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book.  And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work:  No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names.  These builders gave their sacrifices and expected no credit.  The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam.  He was puzzled and asked the man, "Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof, No one will ever see it.  And the workman replied, "Because God sees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place.  It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, "I see you, Charlotte.  I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does.  No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over.  You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction.  But it is not a disease that is erasing my life.  It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness.  It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder.  As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.  The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because ther eare so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, "My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for 3 hours and presses all the linens for the table."  That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself.  I just want him to want to come home.  And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, "You're gonna love it there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mothers, we are building great cathedrals.  We cannot be seen if we're doing it right.  And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great job to all you Cathedral Builders!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-8386223079821042948?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/8386223079821042948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=8386223079821042948&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/8386223079821042948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/8386223079821042948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/09/invisible-mother.html' title='Invisible Mother...'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SMrMkGwY6UI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vw8G-gZkje8/s72-c/cathedral.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-8700706349125362028</id><published>2008-09-10T08:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:09:18.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Winner</title><content type='html'>Seriously people...I didn't think the questions were that hard, but true, I had the cheat sheet.  Heather will be enjoying the movie on me.  Plan for the midnight show girl, because I am way excited!  Congratulations!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-8700706349125362028?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/8700706349125362028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=8700706349125362028&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/8700706349125362028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/8700706349125362028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/09/twilight-winner.html' title='Twilight Winner'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-1531935970630298807</id><published>2008-09-06T21:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T17:45:12.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Trivia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SMNYVqfTScI/AAAAAAAAAcA/QFB33ij2_Zo/s1600-h/twilight.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SMNYVqfTScI/AAAAAAAAAcA/QFB33ij2_Zo/s400/twilight.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243131520395463106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is!  I've been toying with the idea for a while now to post Twilight Trivia.  My hesitation has been my opposing husband.  However, now that he can answer a lot of the questions, I've decided to go ahead with the trivia.  Here are the rules - Answer me back with an e-mail to kentrobyn@yahoo.com.  Subject: Twilight Trivia.  Give me your answer.  Person with the most correct and timeliness wins.  Wins what? you say.  Still trying to find something fabulous.  It will be good.  Good luck and may the truest fan win!  (Carrie you can play, but you have my answer sheet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes:  &lt;br /&gt;1.  "How did your first day go, dear?"&lt;br /&gt;2.  "Fall down again Bella?"&lt;br /&gt;3.  "So did you stab Edward Cullen with a pencil or what?"&lt;br /&gt;4.  "Nice Fishing."&lt;br /&gt;5.  "You are in trouble.  Enormous trouble.  Angry grizzly bears are going to look tame next to what is waiting for you at home."&lt;br /&gt;6.  "Edward's only human Bella."&lt;br /&gt;7.  "I hope you haven't been showing off - it's rude."&lt;br /&gt;8.  "Ah, Edward.  I've missed you."&lt;br /&gt;9.  "Maybe you should pick on people your own size."&lt;br /&gt;10.  "But please visit again.  It's been absolutely enthralling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivia:  &lt;br /&gt;1.  Who was the only other person to escape from James?&lt;br /&gt;2.  When was Carlisle born?&lt;br /&gt;3.  Which vampires are pretending to be twins?&lt;br /&gt;4.  What did Bella say to Edward was her first theory about him?&lt;br /&gt;5.  What happens to Bella each time she and Edward kiss?&lt;br /&gt;6.  What was the festival being held in Volterra when Bella goes to save Edward?&lt;br /&gt;7.  When is Edward's birthday?&lt;br /&gt;8.  Be specific; what were the Cullen's votes for Bella becoming a vampire?&lt;br /&gt;9.  Who installs Bella's new car radio?&lt;br /&gt;10.  Where did Bella get the bikes from that she has Jacob fix up?&lt;br /&gt;11.  Where did Royce hide when Rosalie found him?&lt;br /&gt;12.  Name all the wolves in Eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;13.  What is the first college to accept Bella?&lt;br /&gt;14.  What is the hardest part of Bella's day at the beginning of Eclipse?&lt;br /&gt;15.  Where did Edward have to go to get Bella's ring at the end of Eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE...TWILIGHT MOVIE IS ON ME TO THE WINNER!  CONTEST ENDS TUESDAY BEFORE I GO TO BED.  Make guesses.  I don't expect anyone to know all the answers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-1531935970630298807?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/1531935970630298807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=1531935970630298807&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/1531935970630298807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/1531935970630298807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/09/twilight-trivia.html' title='Twilight Trivia!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SMNYVqfTScI/AAAAAAAAAcA/QFB33ij2_Zo/s72-c/twilight.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-4519254048682398015</id><published>2008-09-05T22:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:18:10.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Wish List in September!</title><content type='html'>I figure it is never too early to start suggesting Christmas Gifts to your husband.  They need all the time and help they can get to do it right.  Or at least in my case, I need all the time I can get to talk Cameron into getting what I want, and then me being able to find out that he actually did it (remember, I hate suprises).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week I started begging him for one of these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SMIDMoLXe4I/AAAAAAAAAbw/J4abREIVWUQ/s1600-h/bear.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SMIDMoLXe4I/AAAAAAAAAbw/J4abREIVWUQ/s200/bear.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242756431691086722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he can't pull it off, I'll ask Santa, but I really do want one to play with and cuddle up to.  They are so stinkin' cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-4519254048682398015?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/4519254048682398015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=4519254048682398015&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/4519254048682398015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/4519254048682398015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/09/santa-wish-list-in-september.html' title='Santa Wish List in September!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SMIDMoLXe4I/AAAAAAAAAbw/J4abREIVWUQ/s72-c/bear.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-1090563283930659016</id><published>2008-09-04T10:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T10:46:53.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Right to Vote!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SMAOfXFKIxI/AAAAAAAAAbo/8w1qwIm1VoM/s1600-h/palin2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SMAOfXFKIxI/AAAAAAAAAbo/8w1qwIm1VoM/s320/palin2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242205898193642258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited about the Presidential Elections this year. I figure this is my blog and if you don't like my political opinions you don't have to read this post. I have some pretty strong opinions this year. We became acquainted with Sarah Palin this year when Cameron lived in Alaska.  I remember him telling me about her just after a week of him being there and how impressed he was with her.  Then I visited him in February and saw for myself how much the Alaskan people loved her.  She has made a difference for the people of Alaska in her short amount of time in office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when the announcement was made that she would be John McCain's running mate, we were thrilled!  America is need of a change, and I really feel she will be a great support to McCain and offer him a new vantage point on many things that need to be changed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you are Republican, Democrat, or a Liberal it is our right and obligation to vote.  We cannot complain about how things are done in Washington unless we take an active role in government.  If we want to see changes we need to write to our State Representatives and be heard.  If we want to see changes we need to vote and I don't mean just vote, but study the delegates.  Study the delegates and what they stand for, what they promise to change, and what we can count on them to do.  Be passionate aabout our country.  Be passionate about our freedom.  My dad grew up in Germany during Hitler's reign.  He has instilled in me and my siblings how blessed we are to not live under a dictatorship and how blessed we are to have a say in who runs our country.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be following the campaign very closely.  I will be doing my homework on each of the delegates and their platforms.  I will vote to my conscious.  I will vote to who I feel will provide the best America.  What are you going to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-1090563283930659016?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/1090563283930659016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=1090563283930659016&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/1090563283930659016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/1090563283930659016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/09/right-to-vote.html' title='Right to Vote!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SMAOfXFKIxI/AAAAAAAAAbo/8w1qwIm1VoM/s72-c/palin2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-1738599068854088915</id><published>2008-08-25T10:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T10:33:19.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SMANodfiEvI/AAAAAAAAAbg/uZcpfJ0HTY0/s1600-h/1st+day+of+school+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SMANodfiEvI/AAAAAAAAAbg/uZcpfJ0HTY0/s320/1st+day+of+school+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242204955022070514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pres. Hanks said it perfect Sunday in church.  I'll paraphrase his words a bit.  There are two favorite days of the year.  1st: The last day of school and 2nd: the first day of school.  I am not one of those mom's who wishes their kids were in school for quiet and sanity.  I enjoy spending time with my girls, so the long summers never bother me much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed the process this year of gathering school supplies and getting ready for school.  It was a little freaky to walk in to "Back to School" night with Karina at my old Junior High and see some of my old junior high friends there with their kids.  I love having my children go to the same elementary, junior high, and someday high school that I went to.  Things have changed over the years, but it's home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about preparing for the new school year is the tradition in our home of Cameron giving the girls Father's Blessings.  I'm so grateful he honors his priesthood and can provide this sacred gift to his girls.  This year was not unlike any other year.  Each blessing was specific to each daughters needs.  Each hug after was special between daughter and father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karina loved her first day of Junior High.  She made it to all of her classes without getting lost and without being late!  It will take some getting used to 7 classes and 7 teachers.  Hurray for a successful day!  Thanks to Sister Galloway for watching out for her.  It's nice to know that their is someone at the school who loves her and will watch out for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kensington is in the 5th grade and has Mrs. Strong.  She is excited to learn all of the great things Mrs. Strong learned at summer Space Camp.  Kensi loves science and math and these are Mrs. Strong's strong subjects.  She's in a split class this year so that will bring new challenges and experiences.  Hurray for new opportunities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karadie is in the 4th grade and has Mrs. Ewell.  She is so excited to have so many of her friends in her class.  She is going to have a great year learning about Utah studies and continuing to strengthen her reading skills.  Yea for another great year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-1738599068854088915?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/1738599068854088915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=1738599068854088915&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/1738599068854088915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/1738599068854088915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SMANodfiEvI/AAAAAAAAAbg/uZcpfJ0HTY0/s72-c/1st+day+of+school+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-1200813728520365842</id><published>2008-08-21T07:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T08:57:05.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Elk Camp</title><content type='html'>The girls had an absolute blast this weekend. Sunday after attending the 25th Wards Sacrament Meeting, Kensington and Karadie went Elk Hunting with me and two of Robyn's uncles. We headed up towards Monte Cristo to smoke us an elk. This was the girls first time to go on an actual hunt. They were sure excited to get into their camo and sit in a ground blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night was spent setting up camp, which the girls did a great job. Then off we went, scouting for elk. A short drive later I spotted something huge on the trail, only not exactly what we were looking for. After trying to strike the 4-wheeler, the very large rattlesnake began to emerge from the brush. Kensington and Mont where on the 4 wheeler behind Karadie and I, they did not notice the snake until it slithered quickly under their stopped vehicle. I laughed my butt off when they both jumped on top of the seat screaming like little girls ( just kidding Mont).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking some pictures with the snake, we continued looking for elk. Our days consisted of seeing beautiful country, some moose, a few deer, but no elk. The girls had a great opportunity to sit in a ground blind by a water hole trying to master the art of being quiet. They did an awesome job trekking up and down large mountains trying to spot their game. They enjoyed seeing beavers building dams, coyotes running through camp, and setting up ground blinds and treestands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When another rattlesnake was found the second evening and brought to camp by Eldon, we knew it was time to get off this infested mountain. All in all, we had a great time with the uncles in nature. The girls learned that hunting isn't as easy as just going out and smokin your game. There's alot more to enjoy and appreciate while spending time in nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Frobcamkent%2Falbumid%2F5236979537392870577%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-1200813728520365842?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/1200813728520365842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=1200813728520365842&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/1200813728520365842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/1200813728520365842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/08/elk-camp.html' title='Elk Camp'/><author><name>Papa Grizzly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555170226960274850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CsE0LNNGg-o/SAmS4dDr2WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KITt1nIGL_I/S220/bear+Claw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-4719279400711971655</id><published>2008-08-17T18:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:10:24.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me Teach With Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SKjaBqPwDhI/AAAAAAAAAW8/oqP87WwpLEM/s1600-h/flower.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SKjaBqPwDhI/AAAAAAAAAW8/oqP87WwpLEM/s320/flower.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235674288873278994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in Sacrament Meeting the closing hymn was hymn 281 "Help Me Teach With Inspiration."  The words to the second verse hit me like a huge title wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Help me reach a friend in darkness;&lt;br /&gt;Help me guide him through the night.&lt;br /&gt;Help me show thy path to glory&lt;br /&gt;By the Spirit's holy light."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few months I have become a little nostalgic over the high school days. Karina and I have also had many conversations about the friends that you make in Junior High and High School and how these become your life long friends.  With this explaination of my mindset over the last little while I suppose it is no wonder that this verse effected me so strongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two very good friends that I had hoped I helped and have since last track of.  The first, I met at Lagoon of all places when I was 14.  Justin lived in Layton and I lived in Bountiful.  Justin was only a year older than me so neither one of us drove, making it just that, a phone friendship.  He was not LDS and we often had discussions about my beliefs.  After Justin turned 16 and could drive he wanted to come pick me up and go out.  I had already made up my mind that I would not date until I was 16 and I would only date LDS boys.  This was a difficult decision to actually follow through on because I really liked Justin and didn't want to hurt his feelings, but I had made up my mind a long time before meeting him.  He respected my decision and as it turns out, began to seek out the missionaries.  He took the discussions and after a long time of making sure he was interested in the church for the right reasons decided to get baptized.  He called me to invite me to his baptism.  This was the first I even knew about him investigating the church.  Justin went on a mission, I even spoke at his farewell.  We kept in touch for a while after we were both married.  I haven't heard from him since the day he and his wife were sealed in the temple to their son.  I don't know where the last 12 years has led Justin.  I only hope that he and his family are healthy and happy and I'm so grateful that I had the opportunity to introduce him to the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second was a little more complicated.  I dated a guy in high school that my parents didn't exactly approve of.  Dale was a good guy, came from a semi-active family, but had an earring and a tail (hair).  Maybe that is why I dated him, rebelling a little.  We dated for about 6 months and then he started hanging out with a guy that I didn't really care for.  This other guy was known to be a partier, something I wanted nothing to do with.  Dale began to party with him.  I broke up with him.  It broke my heart, but I had my standards.  Of course we had a ton of classes together even though he was a year older than me.  It about killed me to watch him slip deeper and deeper into a scary lifestyle over the last few months of the school year.  I cried as he walked across the stage at graduation.  I wanted him to know the things that I knew about the gospel and the plan of happiness.  I wanted him to be happy and I knew he wasn't.  No one was more shocked than me when he showed up on my doorstep in the fall of my senior year.  My parents were not home, so he wasn't allowed to come in.  I invited him to go for a walk.  Pretty sure we walked for over an hour before he began to talk.  He poured his heart out, telling me all the things he'd done and tried, but most of all wanted to stop doing the things he was doing.  He wanted to be happy again.  We set out a plan together.  The first being that he needed to meet with his bishop, the second, to drop his bad influence friends, and the third, to turn to Father in Heaven for help.  Over the next many weeks, Dale and I mostly just talked on the phone while he tried to figure his life out and me just giving moral support.  I prayed for him a lot.  I didn't dare spend time with him.  I didn't want to fall for him while he was getting his life back together.  However, that plan didn't last too long.  We began dating again and Dale put in his papers for his mission.  I was so proud of him for the long road he traveled and the life changes he made.  We agreed me waiting for him while he served hid mission would be a distraction, so we would just casually write.  The letters over time slowed down and eventually stopped altogether.  He came home early from his mission, and I never did know why.  I went to see him after he got home.  It was awkward and the conversation really never went anywhere.  I have not seen or heard from him since that night.  I have thought about him several times over the years and wondered where his life had led him.  Is he happy?  Has he turned his life around?  Knowing Dale changed my life.  I learned to stand up for my beliefs even the someone I loved could not be part of my life because of my standards was a life lesson for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have had the opportunity several times in my life to help reach a friend in darkness and help guide them thru the night.  I have also been led by dear friends who have reached out to me and guided me to the Spirit's Holy Light.  The gospel of Jesus Christ is an amazing strength in my life.  I am so grateful for the influence strength it is to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-4719279400711971655?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/4719279400711971655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=4719279400711971655&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/4719279400711971655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/4719279400711971655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/08/help-me-teach-with-inspiration.html' title='Help Me Teach With Inspiration'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SKjaBqPwDhI/AAAAAAAAAW8/oqP87WwpLEM/s72-c/flower.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-7684565780093234898</id><published>2008-08-17T18:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:44:20.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Quirky Traits!</title><content type='html'>Carrie tagged me with this crazy tag.  Six quirky traits about me.  I have far too many to narrow them down to 6 but here goes...&lt;br /&gt;1.  My shower routine cannot vary.  Get in, wet down hair, shampoo, rinse, conditioner, shave armpits, legs, wash body, rinse hair.  Be absolutely sure not to get water on face.  Get out of shower, dry off, put on face moisterizer, deodorant, comb hair, you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I cry, literally burst into tears if the windshield wipers go on and there is no rain.  Just ask Cameron.  Absolute hysterics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I hate feet. They make me vomit to look at, especially old peoples.  Back in the days when I gave massages, I tried to skip over the feet.  If this could not be avoided I had to place my mind in a happy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I cannot go to bed with my door shut or the girls bedroom doors shut.  I have to be able to hear them breathe at night.  When they are not sleeping where I can hear them, then I don't sleep very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I hate reading books, blogs, newspapers, etc. with mispelled words or terrible grammar.  Drives me crazy.  I love Stephanie Meyer, but even she has a few mistakes in her books.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I talk in my sleep.  Cameron loves to carry on a conversation with me when I talk.  He can usually manipulate my dreams during my slumbering conversation.  Not cool.  One time he even made me believe the kitten's head popped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get to tag 6 people.  I tag...Linetta, Ryan (welcome to the blogging world), Rondi, Chelsie, Heidi, &amp; Megan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-7684565780093234898?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/7684565780093234898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=7684565780093234898&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/7684565780093234898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/7684565780093234898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/08/six-quirky-traits.html' title='Six Quirky Traits!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-1941482105492996831</id><published>2008-08-15T23:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:13:19.721-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifteen Fabulously Fun Filled Years!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SKjofrgzTnI/AAAAAAAAAYM/djBGoS9xF48/s1600-h/eng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SKjofrgzTnI/AAAAAAAAAYM/djBGoS9xF48/s200/eng.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235690197772095090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SKjof8agY8I/AAAAAAAAAYU/bjbpCAQZtkY/s1600-h/cam+rob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SKjof8agY8I/AAAAAAAAAYU/bjbpCAQZtkY/s200/cam+rob.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235690202309092290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some fifteen years may not seem like much and to others fifteen years might seem like forever, but to us, the time has gone quickly and yet it has been filled with many unforgettable events.  Things that have shaped and molded our lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Buying our home, Cameron age 25 - Robyn age 23&lt;br /&gt;*The births of our 4 children: Karina ('95), Kensington ('97), Karadie ('99), Kazen ('01)&lt;br /&gt;*Business adventures: Aurora Imaging (photography studio), Aurora Investments (construction).  Both adventures were a family affair.&lt;br /&gt;*Places we've traveled together: Kaui-Hawaii, Alaska, South Padre Island-Texas,  Washington D.C., Sea World/Disneyland, Baja Cruise (Catalina Island and Ensenada,  Mexican Riveria Cruise (Puerto Vallarta, Cabo San Lucas, and Mazatlan), Star Valley, and numerous camping trips.  &lt;br /&gt;*Over coming children's health problems: Karadie's craniosynostosis (3 major cranial reconstruction surgeries), Karina's open-heart surgery, eardrum reconstrustion, and Turner's Syndrome Diagnosis, Kensington's numerous allergies, Kazen's premature birth and stay in NICU&lt;br /&gt;*Cameron's and Karina's terrifying 2005 car accident&lt;br /&gt;* Ma and Pa on 2007 Pioneer Trek&lt;br /&gt;*Buying Land (Plots) and Headstone&lt;br /&gt;*Loss of loved ones: LeGrand 8/02, Kazen 2/03, Dad 5/03, MaryAnn 6/03, Grandma Richter-Beesley 5/06, Garry 10/07.&lt;br /&gt;*Opportunities of many callings serving in the Church&lt;br /&gt;*Beginning Our Own Family Traditions: Creating Unique Christmas Pictures, Advent, Memorial Day outing, Family Reunions, Buying Old Navy 4th of July T-Shirts, Bear World in October, Camping, Planting a Garden, Stage Plays and Musicals, and Father's Blessings&lt;br /&gt;*Things we like to Celebrate: Birthdays, Baptisms/Confirmations, 4th of July, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's Eve, Halloween, and Major Accomplishments&lt;br /&gt;*Important things we try to teach our children: Respecting Elders, Expressing Opinions, Honesty, Hard Work, Self-Worth, Service, Cultural Arts, Trying Things Once, and Faith in Gospel Principals&lt;br /&gt;*Family Mottos: "Enjoy the Journey", "It's a Kent Thing", "CNEBEAR", "No one cares how much you know until they know how much you care", "If the odds are unlikely it will happen to us", and "Families Are Forever"&lt;br /&gt;*Creating an individual song for each child&lt;br /&gt;*Family Prayer and Family Scripture Study&lt;br /&gt;*Singing on Road Trips.  Favorites: Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, Les Miserables, Church Primary Songs, Collin Raye, Disney, and anything 80's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 15 years have been full of so many adventures.  Some are happy, some are sad, some have been fun, some have been hard but all have been worth the journey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-1941482105492996831?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/1941482105492996831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=1941482105492996831&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/1941482105492996831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/1941482105492996831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/08/fifteen-fabulously-fun-filled-years.html' title='Fifteen Fabulously Fun Filled Years!!!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SKjofrgzTnI/AAAAAAAAAYM/djBGoS9xF48/s72-c/eng.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-2540016056258810226</id><published>2008-08-14T17:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:49:49.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Teenager Now!</title><content type='html'>Thirteen years ago Karina made us parents of an infant.  Weighing in at 6 lbs. 6 oz. and 19" long, we fell in love with this little girl.  There were many sleepless nights those first months as both parents took turns feeding her, burping her, cleaning up all the spit-up, and then starting over, but she had us hooked from day one.  Now she's made us parents of a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has made us so proud to be her parents.  Karina has so many fabulous qualities.  She's honest, she's a friend to all, she's kind, she's obedient, she's very sensitive to others, she's compassionate, and most of all she is an example of Christ-like attributes always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Karina.  We love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Frobcamkent%2Falbumid%2F5234521339116203873%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-2540016056258810226?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/2540016056258810226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=2540016056258810226&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/2540016056258810226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/2540016056258810226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/08/teenager-now.html' title='A Teenager Now!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-7945892913876935756</id><published>2008-08-10T20:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:56:24.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ward Camp-Out</title><content type='html'>The Bountiful 39th Ward Camp-Out has been a tradition of enjoyment for as long as I was a little girl. Years ago I went with my family to Monte Cristo, Bear Lake, and then later Hyrum Lake. For the past 10 years I've enjoyed going with my little family and my parents. This year was no exception. Off to Hyrum Lake we went Thursday. We had high hopes of putting the boat in the water early on Thursday, but with a few minor distractions we only succeeded to get to camp, set up camp, and enjoy the company of fellow ward members. We shared our camp with my parents and Tyler and Eva's family. Thursday night Cameron and I were in charge of dinner. Really, Cameron cooked because we all know I don't cook, especially camping. Dinner was delicious and we all suffered from "eating way too much." We anticipated a fun evening around the campfire, but ended up in bed early due to rain. The girls spent their first camping trip in a tent all to themselves. With no parental supervision, they talked until almost midnight. After shushing them a few times, Cameron gently reprimanded me, "let them have their fun." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning the kids chased a chicken while we prepared breakfast.  Bryon got brave and with a little encouragement picked her up and held her.  He thought that was the coolest thing ever. The kids each took turns holding this almost tame chicken.  It was crazy.  After breakfast was cleaned up we were off to the lake. The boat ran great with only a few minor glitches. I was so happy to see the girls share their boat time so willingly with others from the ward. Cameron played the perfect host Captain, making sure everyone got a turn and enjoyed themselves. Friday evening was the ward dutch oven bake off. Our tummies were very happy with all the many dutch oven desserts. Yum, Yum! My favorite was Brother Moffet's pumpkin dessert. Cameron cooked up crawdads for those that caught them. The young boys thought this was way cool. I was hoping to head to bed early, but Kensington burnt her hand on the lantern. After tucking them into bed, it wasn't long until I heard her crying quietly. I sent Karina to go sleep with Cameron in our tent and I climbed in bed with Kens. Poor thing, she had blisters on pads of her fingers as well as her palm. She was really hurting, but with mommy holding her she eventually drifted off to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we set up a little hospital and re wrapped Cameron's finger and our neighbor Tiffany's foot. Tiffany jumped out of the boat (not ours) onto a glass bottle cutting the bottom of her toe open. She made a trip to the ER and got 6 stitches. After cleaning up camp and visiting with some of the ward members we headed off to the lake again. We had so much fun watching Cameron teach some of the young men to ski. Alex Campbell got up on his first try and I think he is a natural water skier. Natalie Campbell hasn't skied in about 10 years and she got up on a slalom on her first try. Quite impressive. Many others skied too. I haven't skied in over 10 years and had way too much fun. My body is feeling it today.  It was a great trip and it is always fun to spend time with family and friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Frobcamkent%2Falbumid%2F5233090708797040849%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DbG-rXCQwPdc" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-7945892913876935756?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/7945892913876935756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=7945892913876935756&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/7945892913876935756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/7945892913876935756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/08/ward-camp-out_10.html' title='Ward Camp-Out'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-8883657622789400322</id><published>2008-08-10T18:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T08:09:12.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Red" Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>On Thursday Cameron and I celebrated Fifteen Fun-Filled Years of being sealed to each other.  As we began contemplating all the tasks facing us for the day, Cameron sighed, "I can't believe that in ten years we will celebrate our silver anniversary."  "Uhgh" I thought to myself.  That means that we are getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't really have plans to celebrate this marked day in history alone together, instead we were going to celebrate with our children, my parents, and my younger brother and his family along with the entire ward at the ward camp-out.  Our plan was to head out no later than 9:00 a.m. for Hyrum State Park.  The truck and boat were packed with so much stuff that I was sure we were leaving for a month rather than 3 days.  All that was left was to hitch the boat to the truck, and quickly stop at Smith's Marketplace for a few last minute items.  We were closer to our schedule than usual.  At 9:30 a.m. we began to hitch the boat.  Oops, it turns out that one should leave the wheel chucks in place before hitching up the boat.  As I was guiding Cameron back to the boat (I'm not so good at this part) I was about three inches off.  No big deal.  Cameron is super strong and could move the boat hitch to the ball hitch.  Not so much.  With wheel chucks not in place he was not quite as strong as the superman I thought he was.  The boat began to move forward, Cameron tried to stop it by pulling the boat backwards rather then letting it go.  Not a good idea.  As it turns out the boat pinned his hand between the hitch and his truck.  Needless to say Cameron lost that battle and the hitch went through his finger.  I would have thought this was an interesting experiment if it hadn't been for the girls and a few neighbor kids witnessing this terrifying event.  Quickly I got into the truck to move it forward, however, the the pressure of the boat was pressing against the parking of the truck and it would not go into gear.  After pleading to higher powers, the truck went into gear and I lurched it forward.  As I jumped out I observed blood squirting everywhere and my girls screaming with horrified faces of panic.  They were concerned that Daddy had already lost too much blood this year, only to be bleeding all over the street again.  The did not understanded that the body regenerates blood quickly.  Normally Cameron would have "cowboyed up" and just taped and super glued the wound back together, but to oblige me on our anniversary, now forever know as our "red" anniversary, he allowed me to take him to the emergency.  Dr. Feil was awesome and sewed him back together with 10 fabulous stitches after the x-rays showed no broken bones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank heavens we were only delayed by a mere three and a half hours.  After picking up the girls, off to Smith's we went and began our vacation.  A normal anniversary would not have been sufficient for the Kent's.  Everything in our life together for the past 15 years has always been dramatic.  I wouldn't want to have shared it with anyone but my sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Frobcamkent%2Falbumid%2F5233068974039125233%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-8883657622789400322?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/8883657622789400322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=8883657622789400322&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/8883657622789400322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/8883657622789400322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/08/red-anniversary.html' title='&quot;Red&quot; Anniversary!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-387173794126595381</id><published>2008-08-06T07:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T07:37:36.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunko Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SJmobuN95bI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zHgwPGkj85I/s1600-h/bunko.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231397636384089522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SJmobuN95bI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zHgwPGkj85I/s320/bunko.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday my aunt called me at work and asked if I would be interested in filling in at her Bunko night. Apparently a random group of old ladies (except for my aunt and one other youngin') get together once a month for dinner and a night of Bunko. I was totally in. I needed a night out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only heard of Bunko, yet never played.  I was a little nervous, because I'm not a very good card player.  For those of you who've played Bunko, shows you how much I knew about the game.  I had so much fun!  It got me thinking, I'm always looking for a girls night out, why not start something that stands monthly, we can plan on, and is SO much fun.  Anyone in?  We need a group of 12 committed players.  Thanks Margy for giving me the bug!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-387173794126595381?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/387173794126595381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=387173794126595381&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/387173794126595381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/387173794126595381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/08/bunko-anyone.html' title='Bunko Anyone?'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SJmobuN95bI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zHgwPGkj85I/s72-c/bunko.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-4428273666848308530</id><published>2008-08-04T10:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:20:32.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Strolling Down Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>A new kind of tag...it is totally voluntary and you have more creative license - and it's about ME as well as YOU (Thanks Ash, this is really fun)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:1. Ad a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you know me a little or a lot, anything you remember!2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you.Not too embarrassing please!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-4428273666848308530?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/4428273666848308530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=4428273666848308530&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/4428273666848308530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/4428273666848308530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/08/strolling-down-memory-lane.html' title='Strolling Down Memory Lane'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-40517437418789990</id><published>2008-08-02T08:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T08:26:25.438-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SJRuZI5wORI/AAAAAAAAAOw/apLX7Bynt0s/s1600-h/Bike+Race.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229926445449492754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SJRuZI5wORI/AAAAAAAAAOw/apLX7Bynt0s/s200/Bike+Race.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy, Happy Birthday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anthony&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Days Will Come To You All Year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If We Had One Wish Then It Would Be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Happy, Happy Birthday To You From Me (Us)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We know you secretly snoop and look at our blog every morning before normal people are even considering the thought of waking up, so we wanted to wish you a VERY happy birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-40517437418789990?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/40517437418789990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=40517437418789990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/40517437418789990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/40517437418789990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SJRuZI5wORI/AAAAAAAAAOw/apLX7Bynt0s/s72-c/Bike+Race.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-3823813150142033545</id><published>2008-08-01T09:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:13:53.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smokin Archer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229565552005267970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CsE0LNNGg-o/SJMmKYDkwgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k6SiH3hWJFA/s200/DSCN1697.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This week I talked my wife into taking a Bowhunter Education class to prepare for our bear hunt next spring. There is nothing quite as sexy as watching your wife shoot a bow. Monday and Tuesday ni&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CsE0LNNGg-o/SJMnEA3e0KI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lu3pj8SVrT0/s1600-h/DSCN1698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229566542212944034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CsE0LNNGg-o/SJMnEA3e0KI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lu3pj8SVrT0/s200/DSCN1698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ght were spent listening to class lectures. Wednesday Robyn had to take a 50 question written exam. I know my wife is smart, but I really thought she might miss one or two questions, so I placed a bet I was sure would go in my favor. With her score of 100% I will now be reading Twilight. Yes, I figure my sexy feminine wife has crossed the man/woman line, so I too shall cross and get in touch with my vampire side. I really don't see what all the Edward hype is about anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday night she had to pass two field test exams. Really, she is the sexiest thing alive! Trucking through the weeds and brush, she led out her group to track a fake Ram that they each took a kneeling shot at 31 yards away. First of all, she was the only one in her group that shot in the kill zone, and second, she followed th&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CsE0LNNGg-o/SJMmVVvtrvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1dRWO5vImbw/s1600-h/DSCN1690.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e blood trail, leadin&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CsE0LNNGg-o/SJMnQqX3JfI/AAAAAAAAABI/BhwvZpl8GdI/s1600-h/DSCN1690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229566759513040370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CsE0LNNGg-o/SJMnQqX3JfI/AAAAAAAAABI/BhwvZpl8GdI/s200/DSCN1690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g her group in discovering the fallen animal in the shortest amount of time. Holy crap, was I proud! The second field test was estimating yardage distances. The instructor had me take it for practice and fun too. We must be connected, because Robyn and I not sharing answers got the exact same score of 91%. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think she's beginning to show me up! Wait a minute, she's already proven smokin hot! Last fall she became the only member of the "Robin Hood" club in our family. For those of you non-archers, this means she shot an arrow into another arrow. Totally sexy and a very difficult achievement. There is something about her when she pulls that bow back that just excites me! Now if I can get her to pick out camo for our bedspread...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rob, I am so proud of you. What should our bet be for the first black bear harvested? Love you!!!&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/8086049494269496298-3823813150142033545?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/3823813150142033545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=3823813150142033545&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/3823813150142033545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/3823813150142033545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/07/smokin-archer.html' title='Smokin Archer!'/><author><name>Papa Grizzly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555170226960274850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CsE0LNNGg-o/SAmS4dDr2WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KITt1nIGL_I/S220/bear+Claw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CsE0LNNGg-o/SJMmKYDkwgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k6SiH3hWJFA/s72-c/DSCN1697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-8914296607321815839</id><published>2008-07-31T23:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:26:13.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Tags!</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;3 Joys&lt;/span&gt;: my family, a good book, the great outdoors (with perfect temperatures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3 fears&lt;/span&gt;: water (lake, ocean, shower, any water), losing my husband, colonoscopy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;3 goals&lt;/span&gt;: get out of debt (pay off house and Cameron's truck), see my children grow and make good choices, git me a bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;3 obsessions&lt;/span&gt;: I have a lot of OCD's: clean house, ironing everything, the way my lawn looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3 random facts&lt;/span&gt;: I've vacationed the two-non-lower 48 states, I've been known to shower 3 times a day in the summer, I get motion sickness (plane, boat, amusement rides) really easily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3 tags&lt;/span&gt;: Heather, Carrie, Berenice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-8914296607321815839?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/8914296607321815839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=8914296607321815839&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/8914296607321815839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/8914296607321815839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-tags.html' title='3 Tags!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-8351560638539746491</id><published>2008-07-22T07:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T07:28:13.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night Out With Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SIXffF5Ej1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/vfSNr-lwoPY/s1600-h/july+08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225828667883818834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SIXffF5Ej1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/vfSNr-lwoPY/s200/july+08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are things a girl only does with her mom...bra shopping, talking about the impending doom of periods, make-up, etc. And there's things that I insist a girl does with her dad. This is how our girls spent the &lt;em&gt;night out &lt;/em&gt; with their dad last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Believe me when I say, there are four bodies lying all squishied together in the center of that tramp.  They look cozy.  I hope they had a good time enjoying a night with daddy and looking up at the stars.  I on the other hand slept very comfortably in my bed, falling asleep to what I wanted to watch, curled up with a great book!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-8351560638539746491?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/8351560638539746491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=8351560638539746491&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/8351560638539746491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/8351560638539746491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/07/night-out-with-dad.html' title='A Night Out With Dad!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SIXffF5Ej1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/vfSNr-lwoPY/s72-c/july+08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-3059819361584481073</id><published>2008-07-16T10:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T10:17:51.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day At The Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SH4eaKCGTFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3RQvs8qi_pk/s1600-h/christmas+07+and+july+08+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223646052514942034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SH4eaKCGTFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3RQvs8qi_pk/s200/christmas+07+and+july+08+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got the boat that Cameron and his brother's inherited almost 5 years ago from his dad. Cameron't brother John has been working really hard to get it running. Kinda difficult when gasoline has been sitting in the engine for more than 6 years. It's not running perfect yet, but it's almost there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday we took the boat out for a test run and decided to make a day of it. The girl&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SH4ea7gB1yI/AAAAAAAAAOY/iNYtAtETd2o/s1600-h/christmas+07+and+july+08+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223646065793816354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SH4ea7gB1yI/AAAAAAAAAOY/iNYtAtETd2o/s200/christmas+07+and+july+08+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s had fun being pulled around by Uncle John on the 3-man tube (this way no one was left out). Some even took a turn with cousin CJ. What a great sport he was, the girls didn't want to go as fast as he did, so he was patient with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cameron tried to ski, but the little boat didn't have enough impff to pull him up. Don't worry, it's been almost 4 days and he still isn't walking normal yet. But, he too had a turn on the tube with CJ. John wasn't quite so nice to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SH4eadXERAI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/N3NFWmrd1XY/s1600-h/christmas+07+and+july+08+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223646057703162882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SH4eadXERAI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/N3NFWmrd1XY/s200/christmas+07+and+july+08+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they weren't in the boat or behind the boat, they were playing in the water or laying around in the sand. There was plenty of food, plenty of &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SH4ebXbFX4I/AAAAAAAAAOg/p5jujAz43gA/s1600-h/christmas+07+and+july+08+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223646073289269122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SH4ebXbFX4I/AAAAAAAAAOg/p5jujAz43gA/s200/christmas+07+and+july+08+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;drink, plenty to do, but most of all plenty of fun!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-3059819361584481073?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/3059819361584481073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=3059819361584481073&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/3059819361584481073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/3059819361584481073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-at-beach.html' title='A Day At The Beach'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SH4eaKCGTFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3RQvs8qi_pk/s72-c/christmas+07+and+july+08+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-7323432803750428933</id><published>2008-07-16T09:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T09:49:12.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SH4YUguAibI/AAAAAAAAAN4/5etjo4B4y6k/s1600-h/christmas+07+and+july+08+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223639358455712178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SH4YUguAibI/AAAAAAAAAN4/5etjo4B4y6k/s320/christmas+07+and+july+08+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love the 4th of July. Every year we start the day off early over at Uncle Eldon's and Aunt Margy's. A fabulous breakfast is had by all, with lots of catching up with cousins and good friends. After we've eaten until we're stuffed, we roll right on up the drive-way to watch the parade. Being that we sit at the very beginning of the parade, the kids take home quite the loot of candy. This year 2 full grocery bags worth! Karina was especially excited, the Perkins family looked lost trying to find a spot to watch Lincoln (he's an officer at Millcreek Jr. High), so Kensington invited them to sit with us. "Ahh, spending time with the future in-laws" ran through her head I'm sure. Later that evening we gathered in front of our house to watch 2 amazing firework shows displayed by our neighbors, the Guzman's and the Lowe's. Again we laughed until we cried with the Randall's, the Morris', the younger Deters', and the older Deters'. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SH4YVGgGfaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/DdP00hZFzHs/s1600-h/christmas+07+and+july+08+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223639368597929378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SH4YVGgGfaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/DdP00hZFzHs/s320/christmas+07+and+july+08+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nice to have time to ponder and think about what the forefathers of this country sacrificed for our freedom. I'm grateful to grandparents who wanted a better life and immigrated to America so that my family can enjoy all the many freedoms we have. Thank you Omi and Opa, thank you Grandma and Grandpa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-7323432803750428933?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/7323432803750428933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=7323432803750428933&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/7323432803750428933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/7323432803750428933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SH4YUguAibI/AAAAAAAAAN4/5etjo4B4y6k/s72-c/christmas+07+and+july+08+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-200823984055177145</id><published>2008-07-16T09:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T09:31:56.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What? You All Miss My Posts?</title><content type='html'>Here's the deal...I've been a bit busy.  With the husband back home, some honeymoon time, re-getting to know you time, work being crazy, kids summer schedule, holidays and other various activities, I've been REALLY busy.  I didn't think it would matter much, because I don't get too many comments on my blog, so I really didn't think people were reading.  So...for all you BLOG LURKERS, I really love that you might be, maybe, probably are reading my blog...COMMENT, say something, let me know who you are and why you're reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said...I'll be a little more regular about posting, as long as ya'll keep up your end and comment.  Thanks ANTHONY for calling and letting us know that you've been missing us.  The posts that I'll write today are for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-200823984055177145?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/200823984055177145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=200823984055177145&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/200823984055177145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/200823984055177145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-you-all-miss-my-posts.html' title='What? You All Miss My Posts?'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-1363503986733900789</id><published>2008-06-29T22:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:51:28.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Gratitudes</title><content type='html'>I've been blog lurking and have read some really great things that people do for their Sunday blogs.  I'm quite as creative, nor have I ever been one for promoting plagiarism; however, I do like the idea of listing some of the things I am grateful for.  I write them in my journal each night, so why not share a few with my faithful readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wells Wilkinson's talk on "Financial Preparedness."  Always grateful for reminders and new ideas.&lt;br /&gt;2. Family.  I was able to spend a couple short hours with my sister, her husband, and daughter today.  Always grateful to spend time with family.&lt;br /&gt;3. Forgiveness.  I think somewhere along the way some feelings were hurt this week unintentionally and I'm grateful for communicating wrongs, righting them, then being forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;4. Girls Camp.  My testimony grew as a youth by leaps and bounds.  I am so grateful that Karina had the opportunity to have hers strengthened and nourished this past week.  We sure did miss her.&lt;br /&gt;5. Babies.  I love the sweet spirit that only new babies have.  To think that they were so recently in our Heavenly Home and communicate with angels still.  Thank you to my friends who have allowed me to hold their sweet little ones this week.  You have no idea how much I needed that this week.&lt;br /&gt;6. Mostly I'm grateful that my husband will be home in 80 short hours.  I'm sure they will go slow, but in comparison to the last 6 months and 6 days, it will fly.  I've missed you my love.  So glad you won't have to leave me again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-1363503986733900789?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/1363503986733900789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=1363503986733900789&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/1363503986733900789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/1363503986733900789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday-gratitudes.html' title='Sunday Gratitudes'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-3912565242633851205</id><published>2008-06-29T19:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T20:03:38.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Elder Cortlan Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SGg-NBawMsI/AAAAAAAAANo/NWyWh47Fsm4/s1600-h/DSC_7936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217488561748587202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SGg-NBawMsI/AAAAAAAAANo/NWyWh47Fsm4/s320/DSC_7936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corti has been out almost 2 weeks.  For his mother's lovely missionary comments, please see the Deters Blog under my blogs that I view.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We miss him terribly, the girls especially, but are so very proud of him.  He will be a fantastic missionary.  The people in the Philipines are so lucky to have him.  His companions will be definetly entertained, but appalled at his cleanliness, and lack there of.  We've seen his bedroom.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're proud of you Cort.  Work hard.  Study hard.  Pray hard.  The Lord will bless you and your family for your efforts.&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/8086049494269496298-3912565242633851205?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/3912565242633851205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=3912565242633851205&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/3912565242633851205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/3912565242633851205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/06/elder-cortlan-brown.html' title='Elder Cortlan Brown'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SGg-NBawMsI/AAAAAAAAANo/NWyWh47Fsm4/s72-c/DSC_7936.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-3421358209421274801</id><published>2008-06-28T19:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T19:55:31.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review - The Host</title><content type='html'>Okay, so Stephenie Meyer's new book "The Host" sat on my night stand for &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SGbl0Kzx-TI/AAAAAAAAANg/3jUKctOPnac/s1600-h/host.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217109902772795698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SGbl0Kzx-TI/AAAAAAAAANg/3jUKctOPnac/s200/host.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;three weeks.  I was quite resistent to read it.  I had heard from several Stephenie Meyer fans that it was a fabulous book, however I just wasn't excited about the idea of a science fiction novel.  It was bad enough all those years that I endured watching the X-Files and Star Trek the Next Generation with Cameron, I wasn't going to endure over 600 pages of sci-fi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a long stretch with nothing to read, I caved.  I picked it up and began reading.  Within the first 2 chapters I was hooked.  I'd already shed some tears, so I knew this book was going to be great and it was.  How often do you get to read a love story about 2 people occupying the same body and both beings in love with the same man, only to have him hate the very thought of the existence of one of the beings.  The story of Melanie and Jared, Ian and Wanderer captured my heart.  I will return my borrowed copy and soon be making a trip to Costco to by my own copy.  I can't wait to meet them again when I re-read the book.  Yes, I will be reading it again soon, but not until I finish "Little Women" and the entire "Twilight" series before August 2nd.  So many books and so little time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-3421358209421274801?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/3421358209421274801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=3421358209421274801&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/3421358209421274801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/3421358209421274801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/06/book-review-host.html' title='Book Review - The Host'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SGbl0Kzx-TI/AAAAAAAAANg/3jUKctOPnac/s72-c/host.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-2447074903557882400</id><published>2008-06-24T07:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:04:20.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Thoughts</title><content type='html'>This morning on my run through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cemetary&lt;/span&gt;, I couldn't quite keep my thoughts focused on my breathing or pushing myself to the next level.  I thought more about the people I was running past.  What kind of life did they live?  What were they known most for?  Did people like and respect them?  How many people grieved them when they were gone?  Did they make a difference in the lives of others? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these questions then steered my thoughts to my own life.  I began thinking about those who've had an influence on my life, made a difference to me.  My parents have had a tremendous impact on my life, that goes without saying.  My dad has had a profound influence on my testimony and seeking to be more righteous, more spiritual, more versed in the scriptures, and having a greater relationship with Jesus Christ.  My mom has taught me the importance of service.  "Have I done any good in the world today?  Have I helped anyone in need?  Have I cheered up the sad, and made someone feel glad?  If not I have failed indeed."  This has been my mom's motto in life.  Over the years I have felt so &lt;strong&gt;unlike&lt;/strong&gt; my mom.  She can juggle 12 balls in the air at once and make it look easy.  I have felt that I did not have that quality.  But after my reflection today, I may not be able to juggle 12 balls, but I think I do okay with the amount I can put in the air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I die, what are people going to remember me as.  I know they won't think wow, she sure was skinny, or was physically strong, or she was an incredible cook.  No, I don't think I'll ever run a marathon, I'm not a great cook, I didn't finish college and get a fabulous high paying job after high school.  However, I hope that I will be remembered for the service and compassion I have offered others.  Cameron and I have always felt that it was important to teach our girls the lost gift of service.  From the very beginning, when they could barely talk, we have tried to instill to them how important it is to share what we have with others.  We may not be rich with gold or fine things, but we are so richly blessed with the lives that have touched ours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was talking to my sister, and trying to teach her a little bit about marriage.  The thought occurred to me that you do things for your husband and children, not because they expect it (well perhaps sometimes), but because it makes you feel good to do those things for them because you love them.  When you serve someone your feelings for them only grow even more.  There are so many in my life that I love and appreciate because they have offered service to me.  Some have fixed my mailbox, shoveled my drive-way, weeded my flower beds, mowed my lawns, tended my children, brought countless meals, listened when I needed a friend, cried on my bed or sofa with me.  I have been richly blessed by many around me.  From these people I have learned to serve.  Learned that offering service doesn't always come at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt; time.  I may smell like campfire, but need to take a friends children while she rushes to meet the ambulance at the hospital with her husband.  Make a meal even though my cooking sucks.  Let my husband go fix and paint a home even though we've had a date planned for weeks and this will clearly interfere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my original rambling of thoughts.  After my run through the cemetary today, I have felt renewed in making a difference in the lives of others.  I don't need to be the skinniest, the fittest, the richest, the most popular, but I do feel that I need to make a difference, so that when I die, people might remeber that somehow, my life touched theirs.  Perhaps that I smiled at them, was a friend to them, served them in some capacity or another.  After all, we don't get to take our worldly riches with us, only our relationships and reputations.  How do you want to be remembered?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-2447074903557882400?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/2447074903557882400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=2447074903557882400&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/2447074903557882400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/2447074903557882400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/06/running-thoughts.html' title='Running Thoughts'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-6629186379624240974</id><published>2008-06-17T22:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T22:18:44.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest and Greatest Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SFiMMNbFLiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/V00EcqpZEzs/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days ago a received an e-mail from an old high school friend with an invitation to a webpage created for our graduating class. When I discovered the world of blogging I thought that was the coolest thing ever, and it still is, but I've found something that has taken me to an entirely new level. I have been reconnected with long lost, yet not forgotten friends. Never before have I been washed over with such a wave of nostalgia as these last few days. Memories of childhood, pre-teen adolescence and high school drama have come flooding back. Memory road has never been so sweet. It has been so much fun to see where life has taken people. Some I thought would never leave Utah have not only left the state, but even left the country. Some are still here, some have small families, some with large families, and many still growing their families. More power to you. I'm really grateful that I'm no longer in the childbearing years, really, I am. What a great ride and the best part is, it's not over yet. Hooray class of '91!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-6629186379624240974?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/6629186379624240974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=6629186379624240974&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/6629186379624240974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/6629186379624240974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/06/latest-and-greatest-addiction.html' title='Latest and Greatest Addiction'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-5745544426327033758</id><published>2008-06-17T21:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T22:03:17.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SFiIpneT5HI/AAAAAAAAANA/exQv12Btwt4/s1600-h/DSCN1650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213066817233478770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SFiIpneT5HI/AAAAAAAAANA/exQv12Btwt4/s200/DSCN1650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started my new job today. I have to say the Lord is involved in the details of our individual lives. I began looking for a new job only 2 weeks ago. Phone calls for interviews really did come pouring in last week. Quite opposite of what I had expected. Funny thing was I interviewed with Remax Real Estate Agency last Monday, and instantly knew that was the job I really wanted. Tuesday was followed with the second interview, and the job offer cam on Wednesday morning. I cancelled all the interviews with the other companies. With gas prices at almost $5.00/gal for diesel fuel, it doesn't get any better than a 4 minute drive to work, with a flexible schedule for my children. I've been hired as the Administrative Asst. and will be taking on more of the Office Manager's duties as I become more confident in the regular duties. I am so excited. Anyway, the Lord has been involved in my personal life because who cries in an interview and is still offered the job. It is only by the grace of God that they hired a psycho-crying female like me. I have truly felt his hand in my life these last 2 weeks.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SFiI4SiCcpI/AAAAAAAAANI/dh_qFidXFaM/s1600-h/DSCN1651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213067069310005906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SFiI4SiCcpI/AAAAAAAAANI/dh_qFidXFaM/s200/DSCN1651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My day was topped off with the most wonderful homecoming. I entered my home to 3 beautifully dressed angels and a sign that read "Welcome Back Mama Grizzly." You would think I would have cried then, not so much. I was really overcome with joy for my sweet girls. The dinner table was set, front room vacuumed, and no one dead &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I was really afraid they would have killed each other without mom for 5 hours). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks girls for the perfect homecoming!&lt;/span&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/8086049494269496298-5745544426327033758?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/5745544426327033758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=5745544426327033758&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/5745544426327033758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/5745544426327033758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-job.html' title='New Job!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SFiIpneT5HI/AAAAAAAAANA/exQv12Btwt4/s72-c/DSCN1650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-9128403627235983505</id><published>2008-06-14T22:50:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T23:20:28.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day Papa Grizzly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SFSkUG1eHDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/JPUGyqJkrEM/s1600-h/DSCN1646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211971334113729586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SFSkUG1eHDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/JPUGyqJkrEM/s200/DSCN1646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Father's Day to the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;very best Daddy&lt;/span&gt; in the world!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Karina&lt;/span&gt; loves her daddy because...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You taught me how to hunt and enjoy the great outdoors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You taught me how to take care of myself. My sisters have the bruises to prove it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You love me. You show me this by letting me cuddle with you and kissing me on the head.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learned how to respect others from you. You taught me the importance of choosing good friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know you'll never hurt me. You won't even give me my shot, you leave the pain up to mom. However, I'd still really like you to do this for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for asking Heavenly Father for a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; girl.  Love - Karina&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kensington&lt;/span&gt; loves her daddy because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You are hilarious. You always know how to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;2. You taught me how to work hard. I love going with you to work. You teach me so much.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love spending time with you. It doesn't matter what we do as long as we are together. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211968207418484050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SFSheG_O5VI/AAAAAAAAAMw/XN2v8p7PtKc/s200/DSCN1647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love when you give me a blessing. Whether it is when I'm sick, at the beginning of a school year, or other times when I just need one.&lt;br /&gt;5. I just love you so very much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your favorite Knigo - Kensington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Karadie&lt;/span&gt; loves her daddy because...&lt;br /&gt;1. You let me go to work with you. You let me help paint sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;2. You are a funny daddy.&lt;br /&gt;3. You are my dad and love me because I'm your daughter.&lt;br /&gt;4. You like to spend time with me. You take me bowling, ride your motorcycle, help me shoot my bow, or spend time with me at home.&lt;br /&gt;5. You are very nice. You help me with my homework and lots of other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your favorite Carebear - Karadie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the girls love their Daddy because...you work so hard to make our life &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy, fun&lt;/span&gt;, and full of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt;. You're our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HERO&lt;/span&gt;. We love you very much Pappa Grizzly! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Father's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-9128403627235983505?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/9128403627235983505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=9128403627235983505&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/9128403627235983505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/9128403627235983505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day-papa-grizzly.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day Papa Grizzly!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SFSkUG1eHDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/JPUGyqJkrEM/s72-c/DSCN1646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-8782915257524136190</id><published>2008-06-14T07:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T08:13:39.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Make Me Vomit</title><content type='html'>Lately at our house there has been much discussion about vomitting.  I always thought I had a strong stomach, but have learned not so much.  There lots of things that make me vomit.  Some understanbly and some quite surprising.  Here's my list in no particular order.  Some just don't need an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The stomach flu&lt;br /&gt;2.  Pregnancy (no this is NOT an announcement)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Bad smells&lt;br /&gt;4.  Exercise.  A few months back I was at the Rec Center working out.  I had run a couple of laps to warm-up then went to the bikes.  The lady seated next to me was VERY large.  I glanced at her screen and saw that she was biking at a higher level and faster.  I thought to myself "I'm not as big as her and I'm younger.  I'm sure I can easily keep up with her.  It about killed me, but I did it.  My time was done and I headed off to the weights.  I think I did one rep.  Quickly got up, headed down the stairs and out the door.  Yep, I left my mark in the parking lot and continued on home.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Extreme hunger&lt;br /&gt;6.  Disgusting food like I don't know but really gross food.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Tension between my husband and me&lt;br /&gt;8.  My mother-in-law.  After my father-in-law passed away, we have had no contact with my mil, except on the rare occassion in court (another very long story).  Thursday I was shopping at Costco and upon leaving saw her, her mom, and her daughter sitting at the food court.  I began pushing my cart faster and tried not to make eye-contact.  I really didn't want a scene with Pollie and bulieve me, she would cause I scene.  I'm pretty sure I threw up in my mouth and pooped down both sides of my legs.  Not a pretty picture.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Sad/bad news&lt;br /&gt;10.  Watching someone else vomit.&lt;br /&gt;11. Hairy moles.  Back in the day when I was giving a lot of massages, on occassion I would have a client with over a million moles on their bodies, all having pokey outey hairs attached to them.  So gross.&lt;br /&gt;12.  Crap stuck between the folds of peoples skin.  Again, when I was massaging, and not literaly crap, but yucky dead skin stuff.&lt;br /&gt;13.  Body odor.  I shower 2 and 3 times a day because I can't stand the smell on other people.&lt;br /&gt;14.  Toe nails.  Have you ever looked at peoples toe nails.  They are so nasty.  Some are broken, yellow, and have things living on them.  Some just don't exhist.  Really sick.&lt;br /&gt;15.  Field dressing.  I don't like watching the guts come out of an animal, however it does not bother me to flesh them.  I know strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-8782915257524136190?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/8782915257524136190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=8782915257524136190&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/8782915257524136190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/8782915257524136190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/06/things-that-make-me-vomit.html' title='Things That Make Me Vomit'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-2299051004792476851</id><published>2008-06-12T00:08:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:36:34.919-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Think He'll Mind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SFDDKBo4iSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tqfASwz5DF0/s1600-h/bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210879345873684770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SFDDKBo4iSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tqfASwz5DF0/s200/bike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cameron returned to Alaska last Wednesday to tie up loose ends and collect his tools, personals, etc. So like any good wife would do, I sold his motorcycle today. What? one might say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me give you a little background on this motorcycle baby of Cameron's. He bought this "toy" 5 years ago. We might have had a conversation about it. I really don't remember. I just remember him coming home and telling me he bought a motorcycle on ebay and it would be delivered within the week. His dad hated the idea, his grandma cried when she heard about it, my parents weren't exactly thrilled either, and the girls thought daddy was the COOLEST! Many middle of the nights I stayed awake wondering when or IF he would be home, where was he riding, mostly how fast was he riding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The general conference weekend shortly after Elder Neal A. Maxwell passed away, Cameron drove to St. George to take pictures of my sisters family. He did the trip down and back in a day. Needless to say, the long straight stretches were just that. Long and straight. Cameron thought he would see just how fast his bike would go. I believe the officer in Cedar City clocked him around 160. Two counties later a highway patrol man caught up with him. After Cameron gave him some story about being down to see his sister in St. George who was dying from Leukimia the officer simply told him to slow down and be careful and muttered something about how sorry he was to hear about his sister. Whatever! He should have totally been thrown in jail, locked up the bike, and thrown away both keys! Does this explain the relationship with Cameron and his bike yet. We've talked about selling the bike for sometime now, but today I actually sold it. I really hope he still loves me when he gets home. I didn't even allow him one last ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-2299051004792476851?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/2299051004792476851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=2299051004792476851&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/2299051004792476851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/2299051004792476851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-you-think-hell-mind.html' title='Do You Think He&apos;ll Mind?'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SFDDKBo4iSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tqfASwz5DF0/s72-c/bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-6583389875927569596</id><published>2008-06-10T22:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:14:34.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>It's late at night and I'm trying to keep my mind occupied. Or rather, keep it from running away with me. Last I heard from my insane, absent husband, he was sitting around a campfire at the Kenai's girls camp. He is on Bear Patrol. No really. In Alaska the priesthood serve to purposes; the first being just that, priesthood, the second they must carry a gun to protect the girls from the many grizzly and black bears that live in the area. So, the fact that his phone is off, and it is NEVER off and I haven't heard from him in over 7 hours causes me to bite my nails and fret a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also received some very sad news today. My brother-in-law Jay is one of my favorite people. I think of him as a brother and not just a brother-in-law. I think the world of him and my heart goes out to him. He lost his brother today to mental illness. It took me a while to call him because I didn't know what to say. Kinda ironic, being that I lost my father-in-law the same way. Then I remembered it's not what you say that matters. There is really nothing a person can say. All that mattered was letting him know that I was thinking of him, that I cared, that I was so sorry. I'm reminded again of how powerful the atonement is. Only the Lord can pass judgement. The Savior felt all our pains, sadnesses, heartaches, and illnesses. I'm so glad that we have our knowledge of the gospel to support us in these times of trial. I also know that the peace that comes from the Holy Ghost is wonderful. I hope that the Randall family will be able to find peace and solace at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last TuesdayCameron and I attended the Temple for an Endowment session before he returned to Alaska. On Saturday I went with Karina and my dad for Baptisms for the Dead, and tonight I went with parents, my sister and her husband, and two nephews and did sealings. I am so grateful for the blessings of the Temple. I am grateful for the things I learn each time I attend. I'm grateful for the peace I feel when I'm there. I am especially grateful for the binding of families to one another that are sealed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few things in this life that really matter. It doens't matter what kind of car we drove, how clean our house was, how big our house was, how many "toys" we had, what namebrand clothes we wore, etc. The things that we take with us our the relationships that we build here. It matters if we had integrity, charity, compassion, and love for other people. Heartache to others is never a good thing, however, it is a good time to take a moment to evaluate our life. Put together checks and balances to see if I'm measuring up to the person I think I am or want to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me ramble. A pensive would sure be a nice possession to have about now. Let go of a few thoughts that are keeping me awake late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE...Cameron just called. His phone died, not him. However, he did see 2 black bears on his adventure to girls camp. The bears are alive for 2 reasons, 1st: they were not a threat to the nearby YW, and 2nd: he didn't have a bear hunting license. Perhaps he will blog about his adventures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-6583389875927569596?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/6583389875927569596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=6583389875927569596&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/6583389875927569596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/6583389875927569596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-8848493979350302679</id><published>2008-06-06T09:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:35:47.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Faithful Readers</title><content type='html'>I have created &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 new posts in the last 12 hours&lt;/span&gt;.  Sorry that I've been away so long. Someone pointed out that I post a lot when I'm missing Cameron.  Once he's home I'll try to find time to continue to post.  Hope you all enjoy the new posts.  There are even some from the wedding on the Deters' family blog!  Happy reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-8848493979350302679?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/8848493979350302679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=8848493979350302679&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/8848493979350302679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/8848493979350302679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-my-faithful-readers.html' title='To My Faithful Readers'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-196326051978811619</id><published>2008-06-06T00:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:47:53.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged: Where Was I?</title><content type='html'>5 things I was doing 10 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Just moved into my house, getting settled in.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Pregnant with my second child.&lt;br /&gt;3.  New to the "stay at home" lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Working in my new yard (and cursing my sister for all the flower beds).&lt;br /&gt;5.  Preparing for girls camp as the camp director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to do list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Ironing.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Mail niece's wedding pictures to her.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Mail stuff to Cameron that he forgot.&lt;br /&gt;4.  This "tagged" post.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Find a job (any ideas?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 favorite snacks/food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My artichoke dip (recipe I stole from Kayla).&lt;br /&gt;2.  Watermelon&lt;br /&gt;3.  String Cheese&lt;br /&gt;4.  Doritoes (this is such a VERY bad habit)&lt;br /&gt;5.  Salmon (hope to have some fresh soon)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I was a billionaire:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Buy the property behind me&lt;br /&gt;2.  Add on to my house so that the girls have their own room, and I have a bathtub in the master bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Buy a home for the Lihpai's and pay off their medical bills.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Adopt an orphan from a 3rd world country.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Buy a cabin in Alaska, and one in the Unitah mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Not being consistent in my exercise program&lt;br /&gt;2.  Having a potty mouth&lt;br /&gt;3.  Losing my temper with my kids&lt;br /&gt;4.  Finding comfort in food when I miss my husband or am just sad&lt;br /&gt;5.  Wasting time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Salt Lake City, UT&lt;br /&gt;2.  North Salt Lake, UT&lt;br /&gt;3.  Bountiful, UT&lt;br /&gt;4.  Bountiful, UT&lt;br /&gt;5.  Oh yeah, Bountiful, UT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people I tag: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Heather&lt;br /&gt;2.  Chelsie&lt;br /&gt;3.  Carrie&lt;br /&gt;4.  Mollie Kent&lt;br /&gt;5.  Kelly Kent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-196326051978811619?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/196326051978811619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=196326051978811619&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/196326051978811619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/196326051978811619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged-where-was-i.html' title='Tagged: Where Was I?'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-8391636842444728932</id><published>2008-06-05T22:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:24:58.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SEjD5FYn6OI/AAAAAAAAALk/Mu_KAr-7jaI/s1600-h/DSCN1564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208628354519394530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SEjD5FYn6OI/AAAAAAAAALk/Mu_KAr-7jaI/s200/DSCN1564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kensington is my middle child. Middle children are often forgotten or,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just not talked about quite as much as the oldest or the youngest. I have fallen into this pit of not mentioning my middle child on my blog. Karina has had 2 posts dedicated to her, Karadie has had 1, the dog has had 2, and Kazen has even had 2. Poor Kensington has had no posts dedicated to her. So Kensington here's to you kiddo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This child of ours has &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;many gifts and talents&lt;/span&gt;. First of all she is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt;. Not only do I think this, but Davis County School District does too. Of all the 4th graders in our school, she&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;is the only one that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;scored 100% on the end of level mathematics tests&lt;/span&gt;. She certainly did not get that from me, her mother. Math is NOT my subject. Just ask any of the spectrum (gifted and talented) 4th grade math students I subbed for this past school year. She doesn't really have to study for spelling tests. She loves science and asks all the questions only a scientist would ask. Her teacher this past year, Mrs. Edwards, has really helped Kensington develop some of her skills and has made a HUGE difference in helping Kensington improve her self-esteem. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you so much Mrs. Edwards! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even talented kiddos have funny little quirks too. WARNING: The following story is NOT approved by said child. Our favorite thing about Kensington is that she walks in her sleep. I don't mean just walks to the bathroom, or moves around her room a bit. I mean she takes a walk-a-bout to the neighbors homes too. Yes, this is a &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SEjJhd29BkI/AAAAAAAAALs/rVPaxp-Qhbc/s1600-h/DSCN1504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208634545841964610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SEjJhd29BkI/AAAAAAAAALs/rVPaxp-Qhbc/s200/DSCN1504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bit scary too (thanks Tyler and Eva for bringing her back safely). The lastet walking story took place a short time before Cameron left for Alaska. We were both still awake when we heard sleep-walking child on the move. I followed her down stairs to have a look-see. She was rambling on about some story involving Karadie and plane tickets. Whatever. I directed her to the bathroom (this usually helps her wake up and not be aggitated). I left her in the bathroom to do her thing privately and went off to tell her dad the story and have a good laugh. On back to the bathroom I went to check on her, only to find her not on the potty, but the garbage can, yep doing her thing in the garbage can. No longer was the laughter quiet. Tears rolling down my face and window breaking laughter coming from the mother. All the noise woke Kens, she glanced over at the toilet, looked at me, shook her head and said; "oh, that is just sick. Not a word mom." I kept the silence for a while, but can't do it any longer. Love ya Kens. Thanks for learning how to have humor about things that REALLY are funny. Thanks for being such a great, well-rounded middle child.&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/8086049494269496298-8391636842444728932?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/8391636842444728932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=8391636842444728932&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/8391636842444728932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/8391636842444728932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/06/middle-child.html' title='Middle Child'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SEjD5FYn6OI/AAAAAAAAALk/Mu_KAr-7jaI/s72-c/DSCN1564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-2715724036807196732</id><published>2008-06-05T21:59:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:22:22.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grade School Graduation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SEi2cShiOTI/AAAAAAAAALE/XMR2pqvNnx8/s1600-h/may+2008+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208613566179064114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SEi2cShiOTI/AAAAAAAAALE/XMR2pqvNnx8/s200/may+2008+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last week of grade school was packed full of fun events. It was started off with a fancy dinner at one of Utah's finest resteraunts...La Caille. The students were expected to dress in their finest, use manners they were taught in a special class, enhance their tastes by trying escargout (snails), an&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SEi3kEarhtI/AAAAAAAAALM/kchl52ihkGA/s1600-h/may+2008+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208614799342798546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SEi3kEarhtI/AAAAAAAAALM/kchl52ihkGA/s200/may+2008+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d have a good time. Karina wanted Daddy to be her date but settled with mommy. We were lucky enough to sit with her best friends: Sydni Moyes, Kristen, Cahill, and Magen Lihpai. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SEi38QVnG9I/AAAAAAAAALU/C49K7yaNKK4/s1600-h/may+2008+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208615214859623378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SEi38QVnG9I/AAAAAAAAALU/C49K7yaNKK4/s200/may+2008+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 6th grade was able to spend a day at the Recreation Center (sorry no swimming suit pictures will be posted at this time). And of course no final week would be complete without graduation. Karina has had a wonderful grade school experience. She has made many great friendships that hopefully will last a lifetime. Lincoln Perkins is one of her good friends. He has been a good example and good friend to her. Since the 2 of them have been 12 for almost a year, they have spent a lot of time at the temple doing baptisms for the dead. How awesome to have such great fr&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SEi63tPcqxI/AAAAAAAAALc/rUAjyBW_zqI/s1600-h/trimble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208618435253938962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SEi63tPcqxI/AAAAAAAAALc/rUAjyBW_zqI/s200/trimble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;iends (not to mention he's really cute too). Karina has been blessed with fabulous teachers: Ms. Martell, Ms. Kotter, Ms. Martell again, Mrs. Frye, Mrs. McIntosh, Ms. Trimble, and Ms. Trimble again. Each of these teachers have been such a blessing in her life. They have each taught more than just reading, writing, and arthimetic. They have taught her life skills. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/8086049494269496298-2715724036807196732?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/2715724036807196732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=2715724036807196732&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/2715724036807196732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/2715724036807196732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/06/grade-school-graduation.html' title='Grade School Graduation!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SEi2cShiOTI/AAAAAAAAALE/XMR2pqvNnx8/s72-c/may+2008+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-1700583293047885835</id><published>2008-06-05T21:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:58:47.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Recitals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SEi0FE0RJ_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/3k9U_8L2diM/s1600-h/may+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208610968339294194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SEi0FE0RJ_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/3k9U_8L2diM/s200/may+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ballet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Karina and Kensington have been taking ballet from Bountiful School of Ballet for about 5 years. They love it! Every year in May they put on a full Ballet story. This year was &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Toy Shops Magic Night."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Karina was a "water color paintbrush" and Kensington was a "Russian Doll." It really was an enjoyable ballet. I can't believe how much they have improved from last year. They both have been blessed with such grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SEi1JnNTN-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/5EZYsZaO750/s1600-h/may+2008+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208612145802196962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SEi1JnNTN-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/5EZYsZaO750/s200/may+2008+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jazz! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Both Karina and Kensington have taken jazz for about 4 years and love it as much as ballet.  This years theme was spending a night at the movies.  Each song was from a movie.  The finale was to HairSpray.  They had a great time getting to dance in two numbers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;watching&lt;/span&gt; you girls.  I'm so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt; of you.  You are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;beautiful!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8086049494269496298-1700583293047885835?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/1700583293047885835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=1700583293047885835&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/1700583293047885835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/1700583293047885835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/06/dance-recitals.html' title='Dance Recitals'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SEi0FE0RJ_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/3k9U_8L2diM/s72-c/may+2008+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-893070178807317317</id><published>2008-05-31T16:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T16:19:05.152-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rescued!</title><content type='html'>At 9:30 this morning we received a phone call.  Kenai was rescued from a very kind family from running on the train tracks.  We are soooo grateful he was rescued and kept safe all night.  He has been returned home.  Yeah!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-893070178807317317?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/893070178807317317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=893070178807317317&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/893070178807317317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/893070178807317317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/05/rescued.html' title='Rescued!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-5267828943684330292</id><published>2008-05-30T21:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:50:56.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Man's Best Friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SEDHkP3oaqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kURvVmIzdXA/s1600-h/DSCN0897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206380594789378722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SEDHkP3oaqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kURvVmIzdXA/s200/DSCN0897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Kenai!  He was my birthday present three years ago!  If you've met him, you would agree that he is the sweetest dog in the whole world.  Kenai got his name because Cameron wasn't sure he wanted a dog, so we named him after Cameron's favorite place on earth...Kenai, Alaska.  It didn't take Cameron very long to fall head over heels for this little puppy like the rest of us did.  Kensington and I just went looking at Bird World one day and met Kenai and his brother.  At first we thought we liked his brother best because of his coloring, but after holding both of them, we realized that Kenai was the one for us.  He purred like a kitten in Kensington's arms as she held him.  We knew he had to be part of our family.  He has definetly made his very own huge spot in our hearts.  Kenai goes with us everywhere-camping, for drives, we even took him to the hospital to visit grandma after we first got him.  He loves to run to grandma and grandpa's, is often found visiting next door his friend Jax, and rarely barks.  At night everyone wants him to sleep with them, but he prefers mom's side of the bed, even when there is a huge empty space on the other side of the bed.  One may ask why this blog dedicated to a dog?  We are on vacation in St. George (see tanning blog for details).  This is one of few vacations we've taken without Kenai.  We tried something different and left him with my uncle since we no longer have a fenced in backyard.  At about 6:00 p.m. tonight we received a phone call that he escaped my uncle's backyard and is missing.  Since it was after 5 and is the start of the weekend there is no way of reaching animal control and of course Kenai's tag doesn't have our phone number, the only way to reach us is by getting our number from animal control.  So here we sit in our room feeling totally helpless that we can't help my uncle look for our missing puppy.  I have visions of a Disney movie where the family dog and cat travel across the country to return home to their owners.  Perhaps Kenai will travel across 1100 west, on up 1500 south and be waiting on our door step when we return home.  If not, we only hope some honest person has him and will return him to us after animal control can be reached monday morning.  Thanks for letting me ramble.  It helps to ramble about someone we love and adore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-5267828943684330292?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/5267828943684330292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=5267828943684330292&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/5267828943684330292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/5267828943684330292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/05/mans-best-friend.html' title='Man&apos;s Best Friend!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SEDHkP3oaqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kURvVmIzdXA/s72-c/DSCN0897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-2969291488531119018</id><published>2008-05-28T22:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:35:55.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Spray, Or Not To Spray!</title><content type='html'>So here is my vanity story of the week.  My extended family is going to St. George this weekend for my niece's wedding (happy wedding Brianna).  We have had an unusually cool weather this spring in the great city of Bountiful.  For the last many summers I have already bowed down to the sun god time and time again while working in my garden or flower beds.  However, this year I have not put in a garden, and my flower beds have only been visited by me while bundled in a sweatshirt and long winter pants.  No sun worshipping for me this year.  Woa, I got off on a little bit of a tangent so back to my story already in progress.  This weekend, St. George, wedding, me pasty white legs.  Do you have the visual?  My sister, who will remain nameless (Diana), thought she would treat me to a "spray on tan" to help lift my spirits before we departed for the land of sun.  I think she really wanted an alibi for her vanity.  So off we go to the day spa for a "spray on tan."  Have any of you ever had one?  All I can say is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nasty!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I enjoy showering.  I take no less than one a day and often will take two showers and a bath in a day.  Not in the rules with a spray on tan.  One must wait &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;six to eight hours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;before engaging in such water activities.  Not to mention, no loofas, washcloths, or scrubbing of any kind are allowed.  Only light patting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; SICK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I left the day spa with a painted on smile, literally.  I didn't want my sister to feel bad that I hated how I felt.  My husband said I looked good, my girls said I looked orange, my mom said the tan looked great, and my friend Carrie said I looked like an indian.  Who to believe?  Needless to say...two hours on the dot after my "paint job" I was in the shower.  All that is left are very orange hands and feet, and a nice little line on my behind from the paper, yes I said paper, panties I wore in the paint shower.  Did I mention it is not a booth like the one Ross goes to in that episode of &lt;em&gt;Friends&lt;/em&gt;.  A beautiful, young, skinny girl stands there and paints it on you with a spray machine thing.  I thought I was being funny when I stated to her, "sorry you have to stand here and paint old, fat women like me."  Huh...she replied, "oh, its okay.  It goes with the job."  Not something like "you're not old, nor are you fat."  But "it goes with the job."  Not only did I feel like the vainest person in the world, I now felt old, fat,sticky and nasty.  But hey, I'm ready for the wedding.  If only Brianna's colors were orange, then my feet and hands would blend right in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-2969291488531119018?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/2969291488531119018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=2969291488531119018&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/2969291488531119018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/2969291488531119018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-spray-or-not-to-spray.html' title='To Spray, Or Not To Spray!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-1399989466464858323</id><published>2008-05-13T14:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T15:11:51.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Daughters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCoBONEtA3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/BNMFqaCB64Y/s1600-h/DSCN0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199970063291843442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCoBONEtA3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/BNMFqaCB64Y/s200/DSCN0243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These daughters of mine are truly amazing.  Cameron has done an excellent job teaching them how to spoil me on days such as my birthday, mother's day, and christmas.  However, he has always taken them to do the spoiling.  I was pretty sure that with him being away for mother's day, the spoiling would go unspoiled.  Not so.  Saturday was a VERY long day for all of us.  I had a major melt down, one of such magnitude that no amount of running or binge eating would have cured.  So, I opted to go to bed.  By 8:00 p.m. I was sound asleep.  Heavenly!  I went to bed leaving my kitchen with dishes in the sink, counters a mess, and the front room untidy.  Not something I usually overlook.  The girls disappeared to Grandma's and with her help they planted me a beautiful pot of flowers and wrote me a lovely card.  Upon returning, they noticed the house in disarray, and busily went to work cleaning it.  I awoke Sunday morning to a wonderful aroma coming from downstairs.  The girls came giggling into the bedroom to announce that when I wanted to join them, breakfast was ready.  Ready indeed.  I first noticed how clean everything was.  Compliments were made all around.  I sat down to a table that was set with tablecloth, centerpiece of flowers, and a card at my place.  I was so overcome with appreciation for my daughters I could barely speak.  We had a delicious breakfast of french toast and scrambled eggs.  I had no idea they even knew how to cook these things and it tasted so good.  I could not have asked for a more perfect mother's day.  As I sat in Relief Society and listened to Tiffany Guzman's beautiful lesson on motherhood, I was truly so grateful that Heavenly Father sent these beautiful daughters of His to me for a time.  I hope that I can raise them in a way that He would be pleased with.  They have come into my home with such amazing spiritual gifts.  I hope that I can help teach them and help them cultivate their gifts. &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/8086049494269496298-1399989466464858323?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/1399989466464858323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=1399989466464858323&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/1399989466464858323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/1399989466464858323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/05/beautiful-daughters.html' title='Beautiful Daughters'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCoBONEtA3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/BNMFqaCB64Y/s72-c/DSCN0243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-2474950457375375034</id><published>2008-05-13T14:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T14:19:30.104-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Humility Runneth Over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCn0Q9EtA1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/geyU2BQgMJU/s1600-h/DSCN0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199955816885322578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCn0Q9EtA1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/geyU2BQgMJU/s200/DSCN0301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week at school was teacher appreciation day.  On Wednesday the PTA designated to bring your teacher a flower.  I have a problem following rules and blending in with the crowd so I put on my thinking cap.  I love my cricut machine.  It cuts out almost anything I can dream of.  The girls picked out the paper they wanted to use and we made this lovely bouquet of flowers with paper and pipe cleaners then placed them in a pretty little bud vase.  I think the phrase I was heard uttering often was "I'm so freaking amazing!"  The creativity did not stop there.  My niece Brianna is getting married the end of this month, so I decided to put together a scrapbook using her wedding colors so that she could have a sign in book.  I spent a couple of late nights, the second accompanied by friends whom I'm sure think I am crazy, but I finished the scrapbook.  It turned out beautiful if I do say so myself.  Again, heard from my mouth over and over, "I'm so freaking amazing!"  Mother's Day also can't be celebrated with purchased gifts, but must be homemade gifts from the heart.  I saw an idea on a blog and one upped it.  I took the girls to K-Mart put them in the little $1.00 picture booth and "Freaking Amazing."  Of course can't give mom a store bought card, but had to make a homemade one.  I tried a new thing and handstitched flowers on a card.  I think my mom loved it.  Thanks Laura for the make and takes blog.  I've added it to my list.  I love having weeks when I feel really creative like last week.  This week I haven't been quite as creative.  I'm looking for ways to be able to say "I'm so freaking amazing!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-2474950457375375034?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/2474950457375375034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=2474950457375375034&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/2474950457375375034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/2474950457375375034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/05/humility-runneth-over.html' title='Humility Runneth Over!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCn0Q9EtA1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/geyU2BQgMJU/s72-c/DSCN0301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-9129669315730412036</id><published>2008-05-13T13:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:25:36.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair</title><content type='html'>Karadie made some real &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;accomplishments&lt;/span&gt; this year in school. I asked &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCnx1dEtAzI/AAAAAAAAAJI/o1pPiZbu4B4/s1600-h/DSCN0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199953145415664434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCnx1dEtAzI/AAAAAAAAAJI/o1pPiZbu4B4/s200/DSCN0297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her what she wanted to do to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;celebrate&lt;/span&gt; and she replied that she wanted&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cut her hair&lt;/span&gt;. I made a few suggestions like go get an ice-cream cone, get a new book, or someother non-invasive celebration. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not Karadie&lt;/span&gt;, if there is one thing that child inherited from me it was my stubborness. We didn't ask dad, cuz we knew he would have stronger feelings again&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCnzLtEtA0I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/c-l9z-LZavA/s1600-h/DSCN0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199954627179381570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCnzLtEtA0I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/c-l9z-LZavA/s200/DSCN0298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;st her cutting hair than I did. So we just did it. I must admit, her new hair fits her&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; sassy, fun personality&lt;/span&gt;. We're really proud of her and her achievements in school. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Way to go Karadie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-9129669315730412036?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/9129669315730412036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=9129669315730412036&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/9129669315730412036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/9129669315730412036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-hair.html' title='New Hair'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCnx1dEtAzI/AAAAAAAAAJI/o1pPiZbu4B4/s72-c/DSCN0297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-2012505787586590764</id><published>2008-05-09T00:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T07:38:56.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Cameron from A to Z</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPm-JkpoaI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eZzgzRdMttA/s1600-h/DSCN0907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198252350311604642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPm-JkpoaI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eZzgzRdMttA/s200/DSCN0907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fifteen years ago you blew into my life and swept me off my feet. Here are the ABC's about you that possibly persuaded me to fall in love with you:&lt;br /&gt;A-You are &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;affectionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;B-&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Believable?&lt;/span&gt; Not so much. I still haven't figured out when you are telling me the truth or some fabricated story.Also, &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;BEARS&lt;/span&gt;. Not much to say about that other than you like bears, you study bears, you hunt bears, our blog is named after &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;BEARS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Charming, charismatic, caring, clever, charitable (&lt;/span&gt;hmm, there are a lot of "c" qualities that you have).&lt;br /&gt;D-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daredevil&lt;/span&gt;. Unfortunately for me you are not afraid of too many things. Most of all you are &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;DAD &lt;/span&gt;to Karina, Kensington, Karadie, and Kazen.&lt;br /&gt;E-&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eternal Companion&lt;/span&gt; to me.&lt;br /&gt;F-&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Fascinating&lt;/span&gt;. You somehow know something about everything which totally fascinates me.&lt;br /&gt;G-Gigantic. Really, you are.&lt;br /&gt;H-&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hair&lt;/span&gt;. Most men do not go through more hair stages than their wives, but you have gone from a long haired hippy to a bald billiard ball and all the stages in between.&lt;br /&gt;I-&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Intuitive&lt;/span&gt;. You know what the gender of everyone's children are before the ultrasounds, you are always intune with the spirit. Karina inherited her intuition from you.&lt;br /&gt;J-&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Joker!&lt;/span&gt; Not much more to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;K-&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kitchen Master!&lt;/span&gt; We haven't eaten anything great cooked in our kitchen since you left.&lt;br /&gt;L-&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Laughter&lt;/span&gt;. We miss you filling the house with laughter. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Loveable&lt;/span&gt;, we love that you are loveable.&lt;br /&gt;M-&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Maniac! Mischievious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;N-&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Neat &lt;/span&gt;freak, well not at home, but when you are working.&lt;br /&gt;O-&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Optimistic&lt;/span&gt;. You always have the most positive outlook on life. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPpG5kpobI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MgopjyWl45Y/s1600-h/DSC_0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198254699658715570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPpG5kpobI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MgopjyWl45Y/s200/DSC_0158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P-&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Playful.&lt;/span&gt; You may be turning 37, but you haven't forgotten how to play hard.&lt;br /&gt;Q-&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Quiet&lt;/span&gt;. NOT!&lt;br /&gt;R-&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Respectful.&lt;/span&gt; Thank you for teaching the children how to have respect for things that are important and sacred.&lt;br /&gt;S-&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sensitive,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;spiritual&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;T-&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Timeliness&lt;/span&gt;. Well not really on time timeliness. You have a timetable all of your own.&lt;br /&gt;U-&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Unforgetable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;V-&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Versatile.&lt;/span&gt; You know how to do so many things so well. Photography, remodeling, cooking, cleaning, yard work, decorating, dressing, hunting, and the list goes on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;W-&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;WOW!&lt;/span&gt; Wonderful, works hard for you family.&lt;br /&gt;X-Refuses to ever have and &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;X-Ray&lt;/span&gt;. This is true. I'm not making this up to fill a letter in the alphabet. You really don't like &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;X-Rays&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Y-&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Youthful! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yearning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to be home with his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Z-&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Zany&lt;/span&gt; and crazy for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that we can't be with you for your birthday in body, but we are so with you in heart. I love you so much! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-2012505787586590764?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/2012505787586590764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=2012505787586590764&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/2012505787586590764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/2012505787586590764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-cameron-from-to-z.html' title='Happy Birthday Cameron from A to Z'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPm-JkpoaI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eZzgzRdMttA/s72-c/DSCN0907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-7848046487074333094</id><published>2008-05-08T22:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T22:55:20.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Papa Grizzly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPXKu4farI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6hrrRvCKXrE/s1600-h/DSC_0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198234974299318962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPXKu4farI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6hrrRvCKXrE/s200/DSC_0159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAPA GRIZZLY!&lt;/span&gt; Your baby cubs &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;love you&lt;/span&gt; so much. We all have agreed that we miss you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( what the heck am I talking about we knew that from the very beginning).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway We love you &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;happy birthday&lt;/span&gt; and we want you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;home now!&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/8086049494269496298-7848046487074333094?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/7848046487074333094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=7848046487074333094&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/7848046487074333094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/7848046487074333094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-papa-grizzly.html' title='Happy Birthday Papa Grizzly'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPXKu4farI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6hrrRvCKXrE/s72-c/DSC_0159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-3989556343679618583</id><published>2008-05-07T22:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:37:40.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Growing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCKDdu4faqI/AAAAAAAAAII/GMXJr-fzMt4/s1600-h/DSC_0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197861466763389602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCKDdu4faqI/AAAAAAAAAII/GMXJr-fzMt4/s200/DSC_0065.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;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Woo Hoo!&lt;/span&gt; Karina has &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;grown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;one half inch&lt;/span&gt; in the last 2 weeks! We have never been so excited for one of our children to grow. Her shoe size has gone up (amazing for a child who's had the same size feet for 2 years), and we had to buy larger pants last week! Many reasons to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;celebrate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a half an inch. Yeah growth hormones! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(This blog was approved by said child).&lt;/span&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/8086049494269496298-3989556343679618583?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/3989556343679618583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=3989556343679618583&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/3989556343679618583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/3989556343679618583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/05/shes-growing.html' title='She&apos;s Growing!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCKDdu4faqI/AAAAAAAAAII/GMXJr-fzMt4/s72-c/DSC_0065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-6111449844264175362</id><published>2008-05-06T21:59:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T23:04:46.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sweet Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCEv6vyCM7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/dU53kEJ8AZc/s1600-h/Kazen+1comp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197488131267507122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCEv6vyCM7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/dU53kEJ8AZc/s200/Kazen+1comp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe that it was 7 years ago tomarrow that this incredible boy was placed on loan to our family. He was only with us a short 21 months, but he taught us so much. &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;His example is eternal. &lt;/span&gt;We strive each day to join him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you have probably heard Kazen's incredible story. It started over a year before he was born. My doctor told me after Karadie was born that I was not to have any more children. He told me to consider a hysterectomy sooner than later. I couldn't bring myself to one more surgery, so we waited. Cameron had a very sacred and special experience that I won't share now, but in essence, he let me know that one more was waiting to come to our family. I knew he was right. I knew that Heavenly Father would bless me to be alright if we brought one more spirit into our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't blessed the way I wanted to be. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Are we really ever?&lt;/span&gt; I wanted a healthy pregnancy with no bed rest. I pretty much told the Lord that too. He knew I needed to learn obedience and patience, so instead of being in bed for 10 weeks, I was in bed for 20 weeks! Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazen joined our family 4 weeks early. He spent 2 weeks in the NICU at LDS Hospital. Time was spent on the ventilator, off the ventilator, on the ventilator, and off again. At first he didn't want to eat, but once he figured out nursing, he was a super fabulous eater (of course we had to wait until he was off the ventilator). After spending 2 days under lights for jaundice we brought him home weighing 5 lb. 7 oz. ( he lost 3 oz. after he was born).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were immediately &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt; with their baby brother. The never left him alone. It amazed me he ever learned to walk, for the girls hauled him everywhere. He wasn't much smaller than they were, but they treated him like a baby doll and carried him wherever they felt he needed to go. The afternoon we brought him home from the hospital Cameron and I crashed on the living room floor. I layed on the couch and Cameron layed on the floor with Kazen in his arms. Cameron woke with a start wondering if I had picked him up to nurse him, but when he realized I was sound asleep he began to &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FREAK out!&lt;/span&gt; We started searching all over the house, soon to discover Karina had carried him downstairs to her room and gently placed him in her doll crib. She sweetly explained to her daddy that Kazen wanted to play and she was just looking after him. That's how the rest of his life was. His sisters were always looking after him. Now it is his turn to look after all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have felt his presence near many times. We love you buddy. We can't wait to be with you again! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCEpkvyCM2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/nXQ1cmG-ZyY/s1600-h/camkazenpool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197481156240618338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCEpkvyCM2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/nXQ1cmG-ZyY/s200/camkazenpool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron and Kazen in&lt;br /&gt;St. George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCEpkvyCM2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/nXQ1cmG-ZyY/s1600-h/camkazenpool.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCEpk_yCM3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/11YEHlKSecw/s1600-h/DSC_0607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197481160535585650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="156" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCEpk_yCM3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/11YEHlKSecw/s200/DSC_0607.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCEplPyCM5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Zf93raZjMaI/s1600-h/kazen+elephant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197481164830552978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCEplPyCM5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Zf93raZjMaI/s200/kazen+elephant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween&lt;br /&gt;2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCEplvyCM6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/gLGuIr9JD3M/s1600-h/kazen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197481173420487586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCEplvyCM6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/gLGuIr9JD3M/s200/kazen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas&lt;br /&gt;2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCEplPyCM4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/vO-ftxc72W0/s1600-h/DSC_1961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197481164830552962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCEplPyCM4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/vO-ftxc72W0/s200/DSC_1961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week before his passing.&lt;br /&gt;He thought he was so cool&lt;br /&gt;sitting in this car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-6111449844264175362?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/6111449844264175362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=6111449844264175362&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/6111449844264175362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/6111449844264175362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-sweet-boy.html' title='Happy Birthday Sweet Boy'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCEv6vyCM7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/dU53kEJ8AZc/s72-c/Kazen+1comp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-6378903105721291448</id><published>2008-05-05T11:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T12:08:24.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Week</title><content type='html'>I'm going to apologize upfront for the blogs that may appear this week. There are 52 weeks in every year, but for some reason 5 years ago this week and a half became a difficult week and a half for my family to get through. So, since this is my first year blogging, I'm going to be paying tribute to those I love who are no longer with me. Be patient with me, or just don't read. Here is a quick glimmer of what May flowers bring to our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;May 3rd Cameron's Dad's Birthday (Grandpa Bob)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;May 7th Kazen's Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;8th Grandma Richter-Beesley's Passing Anv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;May 9th Cameron's Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;May 14th Grandpa Bob's Passing Anv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Memorial Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years ago when this week of happiness changed to a week of sadness it was air sucking from your longs difficult. However, with the help of family, friends, and faith, we celebrate the lives of those we love with much tenderness. Thanks for indulging me this week and allowing me to remember those I love and deeply miss so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-6378903105721291448?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/6378903105721291448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=6378903105721291448&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/6378903105721291448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/6378903105721291448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/05/emotional-week.html' title='Emotional Week'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-3681100229435432197</id><published>2008-05-03T23:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:52:21.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grandpa Bob!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SB1LXfyCM1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/YS8yRXwSK54/s1600-h/Dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196392412095853394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SB1LXfyCM1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/YS8yRXwSK54/s200/Dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my father-in-laws birthday.  He would have been 66.  I will admit that we had a rocky relationship for the first many years that I was in the family.  Most of it due to his wife.  However, the last year before he passed away, we became very close.  I learned to really appreciate and love him.  I have yet to meet a more charitable person.  Over the years he donated thousands of dollars to so many charities.  It has been fun to discover his name on plaques at Primary Children's Medical Center, Hale Theater, and many other places.  We love driving to Park City and seeing Grandpa's slide on the side of the mountain for the olympics.  He did so much on the Olympic Committee to bring the world to Salt Lake City.  We are so proud of all his hard work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bob's last winter with us we shared some great moments.  I'd like to endulge a moment and share just a few.  He was overlooking our new roof project, so there were many mornings when he would show up at the crack of dawn (even for me who is a morning person) with breakfast from McDonald's and kisses all around for the girls.  Yes, I surprised Cameron one morning with a giant lip smacking kiss with his dad.  The girls and Kazen all loved waking up to breakfast with Grandpa.  Still working on the roof project, Bob and Kazen were out watching the workers tear off our old roof.  Kazen began to climb the ladder, backed back down, turned around to Grandpa with his hands on his hips, then proceeded to chew Grandpa out for making a mess of our drive-way.  Grandpa swooped up that little angel and they both had a good laugh.  Christmas that year was so much fun.  Bob showed up early, waking all of us up Christmas morning and wanted to open presents.  Our favorite Christmas by far because we had him all to ourselves the entire day.  He even went with us to the Deters' side of the family in the afternoon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls love and miss you Grandpa Bob!  Cameron and I miss and love you too!  Thanks for taking such good care of us in this life and for continuing to watch out for us on the otherside.  We are looking forward to a sweet reunion with you!  Happy Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-3681100229435432197?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/3681100229435432197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=3681100229435432197&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/3681100229435432197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/3681100229435432197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-grandpa-bob.html' title='Happy Birthday Grandpa Bob!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SB1LXfyCM1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/YS8yRXwSK54/s72-c/Dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-9106238266567928252</id><published>2008-04-27T00:08:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T00:55:35.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Books! Books! Books!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SBQi6PyCM0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/fXI-JHn7SKM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193814654329172802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SBQi6PyCM0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/fXI-JHn7SKM/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago I mentioned my "Twilight" addiction. The first step to recovery is admitting. I finished reading the series for the third time on Friday and passed off the last book to my friend Melissa who has been down under for many months and had heard nothing about Edward. I brought her over to the dark side and she is now an addict too. For my birthday my cute husband sent me a gift certificate to Barnes and Noble. He said it was so I could go pick out some great NEW books. I think secretly he just wanted me to stop reading "Twilight." He couldn't have given me a more perfect present. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the time I can remember my dad would read to me. I still have my favorite Fairytale book that I loved having him read to me from. Even when we went camping at Bear Lake I would drag my book and have him read to me by the campfire or in my bed before I fell asleep. I thank my dad for the gift he gave me; passion for reading. Not only did he read to me, I watched him devour books. I don't remember my dad ever really watching TV, but I do remember him sitting in the corner of the living room, curled up with a book. I am so glad that this rubbed off onto me. I hope it rubs off onto my own children. Something else I learned from my dad...why borrow a book. It is so much better to own it yourself. Hence the many bookshelves in my house full of books. That part has rubbed off to my kids. Their rooms are full of books. I have 3 tall book shelves full of just my books, and more stored in boxes under the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what did I do with this wonderful gift certificate from my husband you ask? I spent a very long time in the bookstore without children to disturb or sidetrack me, pacing up and down the isles, occasionally picking up a book or two. I finally settled on some classics that believe it or not I have not read. Anxiously awaiting upon the bedside table to be read sits my newly owned books &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Little Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I also picked up the 3rd &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fablehaven, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a fabulous mystical youth series. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently in the middle of a borrowed book, yes I actually did borrow a book from Carrie, &lt;em&gt;Finders Keepers&lt;/em&gt;. I can't wait to see if William and Angie end up together, and what happened to William's family? I become so engrossed in the books I read, that I actually go through a grieving process when I'm done reading and the characters are no longer part of my life. Perhaps this is why I love a series, then the characters continue on for a little while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm always ready to read a good book and I especially love recommendations!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-9106238266567928252?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/9106238266567928252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=9106238266567928252&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/9106238266567928252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/9106238266567928252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/04/books-books-books.html' title='Books! Books! Books!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SBQi6PyCM0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/fXI-JHn7SKM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-5141959986350567886</id><published>2008-04-26T23:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T00:07:21.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness for Me!</title><content type='html'>Several weeks ago I decided I REALLY was going to kick it in gear and get skinny before my husband came home to see us again (oops, now I let him in on the secret). So, I started running at the cemetary again. This has been great. I feel so much better when I work-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend recommended a work-out that she does at the fire station with a bunch of men, designed for the navy seals to warm-up to. I'm always game to try something new. Hah! Wednesday morning I joined Carrie in her little "navy seals warm-up." It about kicked my arse! Carrie continually asked me if we were friends. On Thursday we still were, but sometime through the night Thursday, early morning hours of Friday, not so sure we were. Everytime I moved or rolled over I coudn't help but think "I hate Carrie." However, I really don't. I am so grateful she was willing to share her fabulous work-out with me. Friday morning we did it again. I was much slower, muscles much more fatigued and sorer (is that a word), but I felt great. I found muscles that I didn't know God had put in my body. All I have been able to think about this weekend as I have taken out stock in Epson salt, is that if all these new muscles I've discovered start to replace bulging fat cells, I am going to look HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we look for easy outs such as a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;magic pill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, or &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;easy work-out&lt;/span&gt;, when all it takes is a little bit of discipline and replacement of bad eating habit with good eating habits. It will take some time I'm quite certain before I &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SEE&lt;/span&gt; the effects of my new changes, but I can't believe how much better I already feel. Our Heavenly Father designed our bodies to work hard and feel good. Why do I forget that so easily? Forget to take care of it? Help encourage me. I won't take offense. I'm just excited for the day when I look in the mirror and can actually see that my butt is noticebly smaller, and my boobs have totally shrunk a size or two. I love seeing the cute little muscles already forming in my biceps and shoulders and can hardly wait to see the back fat replace by sexy ripped muscles! Cameron, I may have started out doing it to impress you, but it is all about me now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-5141959986350567886?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/5141959986350567886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=5141959986350567886&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/5141959986350567886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/5141959986350567886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/04/fitness-for-me.html' title='Fitness for Me!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-7329284245526669633</id><published>2008-04-19T21:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T21:12:15.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music of All Kinds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SAqyS6sVvxI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lZvFtWsriW0/s1600-h/brad+paisley.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191157558560538386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SAqyS6sVvxI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lZvFtWsriW0/s200/brad+paisley.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't it great all the different music available for our listening pleasures?  Recently, the girls and I have taken up getting ready for church while listening to CMT music videos before and after the Spoken Word.  This has opened up a whole&lt;br /&gt;new world for me.  I was not a country fun...except for the occassional really&lt;br /&gt;fabulous song.  But lately, I have fallen in love with Country.  We can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;of it.  Then there is always the 80's classics.  This week I was whirlwinding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SAqyTKsVvyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2uqw3oTg2As/s1600-h/thriller.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191157562855505698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SAqyTKsVvyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2uqw3oTg2As/s200/thriller.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;through Costco when the &lt;em&gt;25th anniversary Michael Jackson's Thriller&lt;/em&gt; jumped out and attacked me.  For real.  It literally begged me to buy it.  Being that I am a very charitable person, I obliged.  It even came with the original music videos of &lt;em&gt;Thriller&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Beat It&lt;/em&gt; for our viewing pleasure.  My girls finally understood the scene from &lt;em&gt;13 Going on 30.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that their life has now been edified by having this rare and unique opportunity of watching Michael Jackson dance.  I shared a blast from my past with them, then spent the rest of the afternoon listening to Hannah Montana, High School Musical, and the Hairspray Soundtrack.  Isn't music so much fun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-7329284245526669633?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/7329284245526669633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=7329284245526669633&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/7329284245526669633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/7329284245526669633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/04/music-of-all-kinds.html' title='Music of All Kinds'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SAqyS6sVvxI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lZvFtWsriW0/s72-c/brad+paisley.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-3192363567814744445</id><published>2008-04-19T20:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T20:43:32.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged Again!</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged again, so I hope ya'll can bear with me. More random stuff about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? On the bed next to me.&lt;br /&gt;2. Significant other? Cameron (Papa Grizzly)&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair? Obnoxiously, naturally curly and outta control.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? The greatest example of charity.&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? The greatest example of self-discipline and living close to the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? Eyes that don't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? Really embarrassed, but it was indeed about an Edwardized Cameron.&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink? Diet coke on headache days, but mostly really cold milk.&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream/goal. Fabulous health insurance.&lt;br /&gt;10. The room your in? My bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;11. Your ex? Thank heaven's there is none.&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fear? Having another child or my husband die. Bury me right next to them. Can't do that again.&lt;br /&gt;13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? It doesn't matter as long as my family is living together under the same roof.&lt;br /&gt;14. Where were you last night? Out with friends celebrating births.&lt;br /&gt;15. What you're not. PATIENT!&lt;br /&gt;16. Muffins? Poppyseed&lt;br /&gt;17. One of your wish list items. Fabulous jeans that I don't feel guilty in purchasing.&lt;br /&gt;18. Where you grew up? The street I live on now.&lt;br /&gt;19. The last thing you did? Took of my make-up.&lt;br /&gt;20. What you are wearing? Night attire.&lt;br /&gt;21. Your TV? Watching Enchanted with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;22. Your pets? Shitzu Kenai.&lt;br /&gt;23. Your computer? First model ever built.&lt;br /&gt;24. Your life? Happily ever after-but filled with drama.&lt;br /&gt;25. Your mood? Happy, exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;26. Missing someone? Cameron terribly! Kazen always.&lt;br /&gt;27. Your car? Wicked bad Ford F250&lt;br /&gt;28. Something you're not wearing? I REALLY miss my contacts.&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite store? The Three Bears.&lt;br /&gt;30. Summer? Love the vacation, hate the heat. Going to love Alaska temperatures.&lt;br /&gt;31. Like someone? Don't really understand the question.&lt;br /&gt;32. Your favorite color? Pink!&lt;br /&gt;33. When is the last time you laughed? Really hard last night watching Juno.&lt;br /&gt;34. Last time you cried? Last night watching a slide show of my son.&lt;br /&gt;35. Who will/would respond to this? I dub thee Heather, Carrie, and Kayla, possibly Familia Martinez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-3192363567814744445?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/3192363567814744445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=3192363567814744445&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/3192363567814744445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/3192363567814744445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged Again!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-7839961776345856700</id><published>2008-04-19T00:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T00:17:16.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>Let me be The fist to wish Robyn HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!!!! although I will admit it is kind of cool to do this on two diffrent times zones like right now its April 18th at 10:15 pm but where Robyn is its April 19th at 12:15 am.  WOW  I just wished my wife a happy birthday in the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Ya&lt;br /&gt;Cameron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-7839961776345856700?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/7839961776345856700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=7839961776345856700&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/7839961776345856700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/7839961776345856700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Papa Grizzly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555170226960274850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CsE0LNNGg-o/SAmS4dDr2WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KITt1nIGL_I/S220/bear+Claw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-5216810220153535613</id><published>2008-04-17T17:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:55:03.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spilled Milk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SAfhXJTFieI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Gs3Og8--BfM/s1600-h/spilled+milk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190364883317000674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SAfhXJTFieI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Gs3Og8--BfM/s200/spilled+milk.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many moons ago when Karina was young, we ran out of milk on a Sunday.  I wasn't the most "on the ball" mom and hadn't planned for this unfortunate event and we did not want to break the Sabbath.  Thank heavens for parents who live close.  We borrowed a gallon from my parents.  Yeah, problem solved.  Or was it?  I placed the milk on the top of the car, bent over to get Karina out of her carseat, off slid the milk...s#@! was my immediate thought.  I began to cry.  Cameron began to laugh as he giggled out "Honey, there's no need to cry over spilled milk!"  He was so proud of himself for making a funny and it did lighten the mood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday his words came rushing back to my mind.  With milk prices as high as they are now, I'm not sure this anecdote holds true anymore.  On arriving home from the grocery store I hastily opened the truck door, and before I could grab them, yes THEM...out fell 2 gallons of milk!  I began to cry until Cameron's funny little laugh echoed in my head.  Thanks dear.  You always know how to make me laugh when life "spills milk."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-5216810220153535613?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/5216810220153535613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=5216810220153535613&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/5216810220153535613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/5216810220153535613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/04/spilled-milk.html' title='Spilled Milk'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SAfhXJTFieI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Gs3Og8--BfM/s72-c/spilled+milk.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-5429045334015311718</id><published>2008-04-17T16:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T16:47:41.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"For comforts sake, never bathe too long in the sunshine of people's opinion."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we allow someone else's opinion determine how we feel about ourselves?  A young child never looks in the mirror and says "hmmm, do you I look fat in this shirt?"  A toddler who hears "you've got the cutest, chubby cheeks," doesn't automatically develop an aversion to mother's milk because he/she thinks it's too high in calories for consumption.  So, when do we develop this dependency of others approval to make up our self-esteem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've listened to too many women over the past years, and for someone reason more frequently of late, cut themselves down and belittle themselves.  I've heard so many allow their self-esteem to be made up by what others think or say about them.  I fall into this category more often than I'd like to admit.  Why are we so hard on ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all beautiful.  We are all of divine creation.  We are all heirs to kingdoms beyond our wildest imagination.  We are all trying our very best to be the best person we can be.  I think we need to give ourselves a break.  With spring in the air, there is a sense of new beginnings and happy hopes.  Let us go forward today not judging others, or ourselves, but encouraging our friends and loved ones, lifting spirits and helping each other along the way.  Life is too hard to not help each other out.  So if we allow ourselves to be detoured by what others opinions of us are, let it be just that, a detour.  Then get back on the road of knowing ones own self-worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy high self-esteem day to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-5429045334015311718?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/5429045334015311718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=5429045334015311718&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/5429045334015311718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/5429045334015311718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/04/life.html' title='Life!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-7986174130136598345</id><published>2008-04-15T18:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:36:23.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Computers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am computer stupid. It is no news flash to many of you I am sure, but I hate computers. What happened to the good old days of sitting around knitting stockings with our girl friends, hand writing letters, or even using a typewriter. I am electronically challenged. Sooo, when my internet went down Friday night I cried. Cameron's not here to fix it. Cameron's not here to care if it gets fixed. I cried some more. After spending the whole weekend unplugging, plugging back in, unplugging, plugging back in I got mad. Thank heavens for cute technical support boys that take pity on people challenged like me. I was walked through some pretty simple steps (after some deep cleansing breaths) and now my internet is working again. Sorry about the recipe thing. It went down in the middle of typing that in. But I loved the comments posted in between. Any way...long story short, if you see anymore strange posts on my blog, come save me from myself for I am probably trapped in computerland hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-7986174130136598345?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/7986174130136598345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=7986174130136598345&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/7986174130136598345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/7986174130136598345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/04/stupid-computers.html' title='Stupid Computers!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-1623502006864580258</id><published>2008-04-15T10:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T18:34:02.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy Caramel Popcorn!</title><content type='html'>8 qts. popped corn (remove unpopped kernals for a more pleasant eating experience)&lt;br /&gt;1 c white karo syrup&lt;br /&gt;2 c brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 can sweetened condensed milk (we use 2; 1 for the recipe, 1 to eat out of the can)&lt;br /&gt;1 sq. butter (margarine works, just doesn't taste as good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boil to soft ball stage (I don't have a candy thermometer so I just do a low rolling boil for a couple of minutes).  Pour over popcorn.  Take some to the Kent's, otherwise you're just plain rude for not sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all for being patient while I got my internet working again.  We appreciate things more if we have to work hard for them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-1623502006864580258?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/1623502006864580258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=1623502006864580258&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/1623502006864580258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/1623502006864580258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/04/yummy-caramel-popcorn.html' title='Yummy Caramel Popcorn!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-7025678289813514614</id><published>2008-04-10T13:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T13:54:46.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted!</title><content type='html'>Okay...I have a super huge addiction and need HELP!  There are many kinds of addictions: chocolate, soap operas, gambling, drugs, alcohol, and so on.  Mine is so way worse.  I'm addicted to Twilight.  I've only read the books through twice and that was last summer, but I can't resist reading them through again.  I caved today.  Totally fell off the wagon if you will.  I've been under the weather the last few days and the only thing I could think of that would help me feel better was a good dose of Edwardism.  So I gave into all my temptations today and cracked open Twilight.  Sorry to disappoint all of you who have been so supportive of my Twilight therapy.  I'll just have to quit some other time.  I'm not ready to give it up yet.  Please check in on my children over the next few days for I'm sure I won't be able to put the books down long enough to feed, water, or attend to any of their needs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-7025678289813514614?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/7025678289813514614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=7025678289813514614&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/7025678289813514614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/7025678289813514614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/04/addicted.html' title='Addicted!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-1856146674477360437</id><published>2008-04-07T22:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:39:23.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Do Lists</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Things To Do Today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Our lives are filled with "To Do Lists." My lists are endless and as I lay here in bed and contemplate tomorrows chores I grow discouraged by the neverending lists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vacuum under my bed, vacuum the house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do the laundry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fold the laundry (these 2 items must be broken down for me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scrub walls in Karadie's room (she is an artist and the walls are her canvas)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take Kensington in for allergy shots-give her allergy pill first&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean both bathrooms - UGH! my least favorite&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grocery Shopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Type up Ward Word&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Schedule doctor's appointment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pack up 2 cupboards in Kitchen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Volunteer at the kids School&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend quality time with the girls after school (they each need one on one time with mom)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why is it we feel we can't play or spend time on anything fun such as scrapbooking, card making, pedicures, etc. until our "To Do Lists" are done? AND just when we complete the list, the laundry baskets are half full, the kitchen sink has dishes piling high, and the dog chewed up an old cereal box leaving shredded papers and crumbs all over the front room floor. Not enough time in the day to do everything we need to do, all that we want to do, so today...I took the day off and took and 2.5 hour nap. Here, Here, I say to "To Do Lists!"  Why do today what we can put off til tomorrow?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-1856146674477360437?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/1856146674477360437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=1856146674477360437&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/1856146674477360437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/1856146674477360437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-do-lists.html' title='To Do Lists'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-8301610170700766088</id><published>2008-04-07T21:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:40:55.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith in the Form of a Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R_rm0a4XHBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lrGf7zj90Nw/s1600-h/DSCN0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186711709113850898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R_rm0a4XHBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lrGf7zj90Nw/s200/DSCN0995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Karadie gave the sweetest lesson tonight in Family Home Evening.  Our children really do teach us so much if we listen to them.  Her lesson was on faith.  As she summed up her lesson she stated "and it is really just that easy."  WOW I thought to myself.  Is it really that easy?  Of course it is.  All we have to do is just believe.  I feel that I have been lacking a little bit in the area of faith lately.  Should we move to Alaska for JUST the summer?  Should we do 1 year of school there?  Does it really matter to the Lord what we do?  Is He really going to give me an answer ever?  I think if I would have just listened to me daughter "and it is really just that easy" maybe I wouldn't have tormented myself for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday after conference Cameron called.  As we were talking he confessed that he hadn't thought through the weekend really well and didn't have food for dinner.  Lacking in faith, I suggested he go to the store and get something to eat.  Cameron not lacking in faith, reminded me that he would trust in the Lord to provide.  Right, I thought to myself.  Our conversation came to a close and we hung up.  10 minutes later he called to tell me that the Lord does provide.  No, He didn't send manna to the warehouse for Cameron to eat, but He sent an answer in the form of the Munyer family with an invitation to dinner.  I have only spent a little time with the Munyer's, but feel that we are fast friends.  They are very in tune with the Spirit and have come to our rescue twice now.  Yes, faith is really just that easy.  All we have to do is put forth a little effort and the Lord does provide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-8301610170700766088?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/8301610170700766088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=8301610170700766088&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/8301610170700766088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/8301610170700766088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/04/faith-in-form-of-child.html' title='Faith in the Form of a Child'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R_rm0a4XHBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lrGf7zj90Nw/s72-c/DSCN0995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-6716888326282273751</id><published>2008-04-05T14:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:53:42.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Olivia Kate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R_fmra4XHAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/eCml8r36JBM/s1600-h/DSCN1500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185867129564896258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R_fmra4XHAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/eCml8r36JBM/s200/DSCN1500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday munchkin!  We love having you part of our family while your momma and dadda are at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-6716888326282273751?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/6716888326282273751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=6716888326282273751&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/6716888326282273751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/6716888326282273751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-olivia-kate.html' title='Happy Birthday Olivia Kate!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R_fmra4XHAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/eCml8r36JBM/s72-c/DSCN1500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-7554286266890511867</id><published>2008-04-05T14:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:26:59.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference days!</title><content type='html'>I have enjoyed listening to this mornings conference session. It helped me put my life into the right perspective again. Many recent events in my life have weighed heavy on my heart, some challenging my self-esteem. Church calling changes have been difficult for me. Did I not do a good job? Did I offend someone? What did I do wrong? I worked through that one okay with the help of my Father in Heaven. I know that changes are sometimes necessary even if I wasn't ready for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends come and go in our lives. I believe that Heavenly Father places people in our lives at a time when either we can serve and help them, or that they can help strengthen us. I am so grateful for the ever steadfast friends that I have. Those that have seen me through career changes, the many health challenges of my daughters, the death of my son, and so many other struggles in my life. The most recent move of Cameron to Alaska has been extremely difficult for me and my little family. I recognize those friends of mine who have showed their concern and compassion during this difficult time. They have attended the temple with me, prayed for me, dropped in on me to make sure the lonely nights aren't so lonely. Thank you! You have no idea how much your kind acts have helped and lifted me. If I were given the choice of being popular and having a lot of fair whethered friends or one true and good friend, I choose the one true and good friend every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gratful for the good men who lead our church. These pure in heart and close to the spirit men whom I learn so much from each conference. I eagerly await conference each spring and fall and can hardly wait for the Ensign publication to land in my mail box. I come away from each conference with renewed excitement for standing a little taller and trying a little harder to help build the Kingdom of God and make me a better person. I know that I am a daughter of a Heavenly Father who loves me. I know that Temples bind families together forever if we live worthy of the convenants made there. I know that through the atonement of Jesus Christ I can be saved. I know the Priesthood is the power of God and I am so grateful to a husband who honors the power he holds and can give me and our daughters blessings to help us through hard times. I know that the Gospel of Jesus Christ is true and I am so grateful to belong to it. I know prayers are heard and answered. I know that the Holy Ghost comforts us, brings peace to our hearts and minds, and testifies of truth. I know the scriptures testify of Christ and are a blueprint for us in our lives today. Again I am so grateful for this weekend and the things I have already felt and learned by enjoying General Conference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-7554286266890511867?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/7554286266890511867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=7554286266890511867&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/7554286266890511867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/7554286266890511867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/04/sad-days.html' title='Conference days!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-419677974562609473</id><published>2008-04-03T21:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:33:00.824-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged. Not it...</title><content type='html'>#1. How long have you been together? We met 15 years ago last month.&lt;br /&gt;#2. How long did you date? We dated for 3 months, engaged for another 3 months, then married. I'm very impatient.&lt;br /&gt;#3.How old is he? 37 next month.&lt;br /&gt;#4. Who eats more? Totally Cameron.&lt;br /&gt;#5. Who said I Love You First? Cameron said it first. I got scared. Patted him on his cheek, said something intelligent like "thank you" I think, then ran into the house.&lt;br /&gt;#6. Who is taller? Cameron&lt;br /&gt;#7. Who sings better? We make a great duet. I'd have to say that is a tie.&lt;br /&gt;#8. Who is smarter? Cameron knows stuff about everything. Or at least he really makes me believe he does.&lt;br /&gt;#9. Who does the laundry? Usually I do the laundry, but now that we are living in different states we both do.&lt;br /&gt;#10. Who does the dishes? Same as the answer above. Hopefully when we occupy the same household, he'll help out.&lt;br /&gt;#11. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? He does. I'm afraid of the door. Now I have the girls sleep next to the door when they sleep with me. Nice brave mom huh?&lt;br /&gt;#12. Who pays the bills? I do and I don't even try to hide any from him.&lt;br /&gt;#13. Who mows the lawn? Who knew I had OCD until I met my lawn. Now Cameron is not allowed near it.&lt;br /&gt;#14. Who cooks dinner? We have starved for 2 months. Cameron is a much better cook.&lt;br /&gt;#15. Who is more stubborn? Me, me and totally me. Get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;#16. Who kissed who first? He rocked my world!&lt;br /&gt;#17. Who asked who out? We were set up by my sister and his step-monster. Technically he called me. I did however tell him in that first conversation I would go out with him but would absolutely not marry him. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;#18. Who proposed? Technically Cameron did, however, I had already called the temple and scheduled a sealing room.  When the envelope arrived I handed it to him and told him he had 2 choices.  He could either agree to the contents of the envelope (show up and say yes) or he could pretend it was his idea and still show up.&lt;br /&gt;#19.  Who is more sensitive? Umm, not really sure how to answer that one.&lt;br /&gt;#20.  Who has more friends? He knows everyone.  Everyone loves him.  Definetly Cameron.&lt;br /&gt;#21.  Who has more siblings?  Half brothers/sisters? Step brothers/sisters? We both come from large families.  Mine is just less compicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag. Your it...Chelsie Ann, and Heather (now you have to set up your blog).  I won't cry or throw a fit if you don't want to play (you can however, cut and paste).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-419677974562609473?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/419677974562609473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=419677974562609473&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/419677974562609473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/419677974562609473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged-not-it.html' title='Tagged. Not it...'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-4809520120566305504</id><published>2008-04-01T14:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:32:17.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R_KaX64XGwI/AAAAAAAAADg/xq8YAjROJxE/s1600-h/03190003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184375856790182658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R_KaX64XGwI/AAAAAAAAADg/xq8YAjROJxE/s200/03190003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is where I'm moving. Are you jealous? April Fool's. Well sorta. This IS really where we are moving to, but it isn't as bad as it seems. The Kenai River behind me is frozen over, and the wind was blowing, but the surrounding mountains and beautiful views has me very excited. AND the best part, it will be warmer in the summer when we're there! We will be enjoying all you can eat fresh salmon and fresh halibut everyday in 70-80 degree temperatures while all you down in Utah will enjoy flown in sorta fresh fish from the grocery store and over 100 degree temperatures.  Who has the better deal?  We'll compare notes in the fall.&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/8086049494269496298-4809520120566305504?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/4809520120566305504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=4809520120566305504&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/4809520120566305504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/4809520120566305504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/04/brrr.html' title='Brrr!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R_KaX64XGwI/AAAAAAAAADg/xq8YAjROJxE/s72-c/03190003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-7071062915641480595</id><published>2008-04-01T14:13:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:11:47.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eagles Have Landed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R_KXwK4XGuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PzGp0zMST_c/s1600-h/03190013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184372974867127010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R_KXwK4XGuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PzGp0zMST_c/s200/03190013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R_KXwK4XGuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PzGp0zMST_c/s1600-h/03190013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R_KXwK4XGuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PzGp0zMST_c/s1600-h/03190013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R_KXwK4XGtI/AAAAAAAAADI/z1dSOJWZWDg/s1600-h/03190012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184372974867126994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R_KXwK4XGtI/AAAAAAAAADI/z1dSOJWZWDg/s200/03190012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By far one of the coolest things I have ever seen in my life was last month when I visited Cameron in Alaska. My last day there we went to Homer, a little town on the spit. There is a lady there that is the only one in the nation allowed to (legally) feed the wild eagles during the winter. She is known as "The Eagle Lady." Since the lakes and rivers are frozen over and food is scarce, they gather from far and wide. It is truly majestic! There is a reason that this bird was chosen as our national bird. They are huge, beautiful, majestic, amazing! Over two hundred birds covered the beach, trees, roof tops, and lamp posts. They make an amazing sound when they sing. As they fly over head there is this loud "woosh, woosh, woosh" sound. Interesting fact to know, the eaglets eyes, beak, and head are brown until about 5 years old. Then the eyes turn golden, the beak turns yellow and the heads turn white. I love these &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R_KXwq4XGvI/AAAAAAAAADY/sPaG3U-A8tI/s1600-h/03190008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184372983457061618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R_KXwq4XGvI/AAAAAAAAADY/sPaG3U-A8tI/s200/03190008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;beautiful, majestic creatures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-7071062915641480595?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/7071062915641480595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=7071062915641480595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/7071062915641480595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/7071062915641480595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/04/eagles-have-landed.html' title='The Eagles Have Landed'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R_KXwK4XGuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PzGp0zMST_c/s72-c/03190013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-750894135821981159</id><published>2008-03-30T21:41:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:13:57.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R_BgdK4XGrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/z4D-oXrCWgI/s1600-h/DSC_5219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183749225356663474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R_BgdK4XGrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/z4D-oXrCWgI/s200/DSC_5219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R_Bdza4XGoI/AAAAAAAAACg/5Gzu7wX6EVo/s1600-h/DSC_5193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183746309073869442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R_Bdza4XGoI/AAAAAAAAACg/5Gzu7wX6EVo/s200/DSC_5193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I'm sure many of you have been asking "What is their obsession with bears?" Two years ago we discovered one of the greatest places on earth. Just outside of Rexburg ID is a little place called Bear World. We love going there as a family in October to celebrate Kensington's birthday. There are between 35-42 bears roaming around in their natural habitat. We've had the opportunity to feed baby cubs a bottle, feed older bears pastries from a bus, and pet deer and moose. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bears are one of God's most beautiful creations. There are strong, magnificent, and beautiful. They are rarely aggressive except for when something gets in the way of them and their food or between mama and cubs. We've been able to teach our daughters as well as our pioneer trek kids this principal. We need to be a docile creature. Get along and play well with others. But, when something jeopardizes our testimony or our eternal salvation fight like bears to hang on to what we know is true. This has become our Kent Family motto. "Fight like a bear to hang onto what is important.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are not getting paid to promote Bear World but would encourage a day trip to really discover one of our Father in Heaven's splendid creations. Pictured is the Coca Cola Bear, Bridgette one of the 3 Grizzly Bears and other various black bears. Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R_Bgda4XGsI/AAAAAAAAADA/_u8nxTfdCDg/s1600-h/DSC_5238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183749229651630786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R_Bgda4XGsI/AAAAAAAAADA/_u8nxTfdCDg/s200/DSC_5238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-750894135821981159?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/750894135821981159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=750894135821981159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/750894135821981159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/750894135821981159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/03/bear-world.html' title='Bear World'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R_BgdK4XGrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/z4D-oXrCWgI/s72-c/DSC_5219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-1359988420305936627</id><published>2008-03-30T20:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T21:19:45.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pioneer Trek 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R_BUiK4XGnI/AAAAAAAAACY/Y5pupL3UnsU/s1600-h/DSCN1094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183736117116476018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R_BUiK4XGnI/AAAAAAAAACY/Y5pupL3UnsU/s200/DSCN1094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we received a disk of pictures and movie clips taken on our Pioneer Trek last August.  It brought back so many memories and so many deep feelings.  Cameron and I were very moved as we reminisced those four incredible days.  We were blessed with 8 fabulous kids: Taylor, Chelsea (big sister), Brittany, Okaylee, Clark, Parker (big brother), Eric, and Steve.  We were worried how we would all mesh together, but after the first grueling day of a 16 mile journey, we were family.  The women's pull was that first evening.  I have never been so filled with respect for 4 incredible daughters of God as I was during that pull.  And our young men...how difficult that must have been for them to walk beside us and not be able to help until the cue was given.  We are a family.  These 8 young men and young women will always be our sons and daughters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each of them was given a bear claw.  Pa shared with them how a mother bear is docile except for under two conditions. 1st something coming between them and their food 2nd something coming between a mother and her child.  This was compared to our testimony in the gospel.  We are to be aggressive if something comes between us and our God.  These kids learned to growl like bears when Pa made them go up a steep hill, but also learned to purr like bears when Pa allowed them to go down hill later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our testimonies grew by leaps and bounds as we served these fabulous young people.  We were privalaged to serve with spiritual giants-other ma's and pa's from the stake, an amazing stake presidency who has been so endeared to our hearts, and many others.  We shared in finding out on a very windy morning that our dear Pres. Faust passed away a few hours before.  We were honored to sing "We Thank Thee O God For A Prophet", and "Come, Come Ye Saints."  It was a powerfully spiritual moment.  With 3rd degree sprained ankle and a heart virus, we would do it all again in a second if asked to serve.  It was amazing.  We truly see the blessings we received on this journey when we run into our children.  "Blessed, Honored, Pioneers!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-1359988420305936627?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/1359988420305936627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=1359988420305936627&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/1359988420305936627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/1359988420305936627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/03/pioneer-trek-2007.html' title='Pioneer Trek 2007'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R_BUiK4XGnI/AAAAAAAAACY/Y5pupL3UnsU/s72-c/DSCN1094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-7474423548866440511</id><published>2008-03-29T19:13:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T20:26:35.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R-71-K4XGkI/AAAAAAAAACA/pT5X_OQrX_4/s1600-h/DSCN1509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183350669571463746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R-71-K4XGkI/AAAAAAAAACA/pT5X_OQrX_4/s200/DSCN1509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R-73Oa4XGlI/AAAAAAAAACI/oyUen3GJWXk/s1600-h/DSCN1521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183352048255965778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R-73Oa4XGlI/AAAAAAAAACI/oyUen3GJWXk/s200/DSCN1521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typically on Easter we are with the Deters' family enjoying the warm St. George sun. This year, due to cold weather everywhere we stayed home. Being that hotels aren't really equipped with the luxuries to promote egg dying we aren't very experienced. We had to call in for reinforcements this year. Bless Kayla's heart she rescued our egg dying mission. Karina and Kensington especially loved the magic crayon that allowed them to write on their eggs "I love Edward" or Edward + Karina/Kensington." Thanks Kayla even though you laughed at us the whole time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We missed not having Cameron here for Easter but were comforted knowing he would be with us in a few short days. We are so grateful for friends in Kenai who watched over him and welcomed him into their home for Easter.  Thanks Munyer Family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R-734a4XGmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zWQFxj5tR3Y/s1600-h/DSCN1529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183352769810471522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R-734a4XGmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zWQFxj5tR3Y/s200/DSCN1529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where would the girls be without Omi who lives up the street and can make fabulous skirts without a pattern! They looked lovely.  Thank you so much!&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/8086049494269496298-7474423548866440511?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/7474423548866440511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=7474423548866440511&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/7474423548866440511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/7474423548866440511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-fun.html' title='Easter Fun'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/R-71-K4XGkI/AAAAAAAAACA/pT5X_OQrX_4/s72-c/DSCN1509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086049494269496298.post-831551457054522457</id><published>2008-03-29T09:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:47:25.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameron's Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We finally did it. We joined the masses. We've had so many people suggest we start a blog so that they can keep track of our Alaskan Adventures when we go away this summer. So here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cameron surprised us yesterday and came home a day early. We didn't expect to pick him up until this morning. He called me Friday afternoon and asked what we were up to. One of my favorite afternoon events is going to the grocery store for dinner and that is exactly what I was up to. He cut the conversation off quickly, he had to go. About 10 minutes later I hear Karina behind me say "Daddy" rather hesitantly. Then the screaming and crying insued right there in the frozen foods section at Dick's. There he was, beard and all with a rather smug look on his face. He had pulled one over on me. Not very easy to do I might add. We are so happy to have him home for a little while. We are going to eat up every second we can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086049494269496298-831551457054522457?l=kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/feeds/831551457054522457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086049494269496298&amp;postID=831551457054522457&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/831551457054522457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086049494269496298/posts/default/831551457054522457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentfamilybeartales.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-finally-did-it.html' title='Cameron&apos;s Surprise'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08542977001835263722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T3O_WOluG6w/SCPfgZkpoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vadvD25nKMM/S220/08butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
