<?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-1739068475989494176</id><updated>2012-01-09T10:26:51.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dryden Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-2693880896118774997</id><published>2011-12-22T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T13:02:55.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mL6vXGa-6a0/TvOZsP5uueI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/MX7u0paxc6c/s1600/drydenfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689059739761031650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mL6vXGa-6a0/TvOZsP5uueI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/MX7u0paxc6c/s400/drydenfamily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friends and Family,&lt;br /&gt;We have had a wonderful year this year full of family, fun, joy and love! What more could a family ask for.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa started the year off right with a long weekend in Vegas with some college friends and had more fun then she thought possible. She also enjoyed her church calling serving with the Young Women and was very upset when they released her a couple of weeks ago. She's enjoyed lots of reading and some Crocheting.&lt;br /&gt;Joe is grateful to have a stable job. He was able to squeeze in one rafting trip this summer which is not nearly enough but he still enjoyed it. He also spent most of the year wishing it was fall so he could be out bird hunting and was very happy when fall rolled around. He Is very excited to be getting himself a little hunting buddy come May.&lt;br /&gt;Adalynn has had some fun this year and has given us some experiences we aren't so sure we enjoyed. She got stitches in her forehead in May and a concussion in December. We also went through potty training and big girl bed training. She loves to help around the house and talk talk talk, and we can't seem to get enough of her! She's so sweet and good and so much fun! We spent lots of weekends at grandparents houses this year which Adalynn loved! She LOVES her grandparents and going to their houses. She doesn't quite understand the idea of getting a baby brother but likes to tell people that Mommy has a baby in her belly and she has food in her belly and Daddy has food in his belly. I sure hope she doesn't think I ate a baby. She is such a smart little girl and surprises us every day with the things she says and does.&lt;br /&gt;We are thankful this year for our wonderful friends and the amazing family we have, we feel so blessed. We are thankful for our Savior Jesus Christ, for His life and His example. This is a wonderful time of year to reflect on the sweet baby Jesus and the man He became. We find joy through him and we hope you can feel of His love this Christmas season. We wish you all the best and send our love.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Joseph, Lisa, Adalynn and Baby Boy Dryden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-2693880896118774997?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/2693880896118774997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=2693880896118774997' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/2693880896118774997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/2693880896118774997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mL6vXGa-6a0/TvOZsP5uueI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/MX7u0paxc6c/s72-c/drydenfamily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-4776356350150430191</id><published>2011-08-30T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T21:14:08.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kitchen!!</title><content type='html'>Well we've been quite busy this summer. I'm pretty sure we've only spent 2, maybe 3 Saturdays at home this whole summer. But I'm not complaining because I got to see my grandparents a lot! After a couple of days at home I start asking mom if we are going to see grandma and grandpa. If I see her packing a bag I grab my shoes, bag and some keys and head for the door ready to visit my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grandparents&lt;/span&gt;. The reason we spent so much time away is because My dad was building a new Kitchen for Grandma Hendrix. He had some help from his Brother and Dad and spent quite a few weekends in Preston building it and then quite a few more in Idaho Falls installing it and it turned out to be beautiful! Grandma was very happy with it. I've posted some before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; and after pictures so enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEFORE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646797055270811986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4hR7HxyjxM/Tl10APYjeVI/AAAAAAAAAjY/feIkzrfyDB4/s400/DSC_2749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646797059425883970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bcT44IROAOc/Tl10Ae3M10I/AAAAAAAAAjg/jxkcmPVvAG4/s400/DSC_2750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DURING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646797065068707410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YioJTTOzJmU/Tl10Az4jflI/AAAAAAAAAjw/GMszo_2vJYs/s400/DSC_2758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s-1MZaAd1M8/Tl10BRkujiI/AAAAAAAAAj4/JxjnPDetuVU/s1600/DSC_2783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646797073038609954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s-1MZaAd1M8/Tl10BRkujiI/AAAAAAAAAj4/JxjnPDetuVU/s400/DSC_2783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646798771188188178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r2vE00Sfxl0/Tl11kHrIxBI/AAAAAAAAAkA/SBx_QrUyDSI/s400/DSC_2791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646798775403533602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WrVq-dYJgLs/Tl11kXYJ1SI/AAAAAAAAAkI/5kmIUCfvGqs/s400/DSC_2792.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646804921709461154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qqdNpK032I4/Tl17KIJrfqI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/HKELguO8FTA/s400/DSC_2879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646798780678831490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OUHUtA3oF_o/Tl11krB4fYI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/pz3uav3VDg0/s400/DSC_2875.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost Done (just needs toe kicks, and trim)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646801673583304962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2bECVcm8kPs/Tl14ND8DoQI/AAAAAAAAAkw/jQrzq1qwW_E/s400/IMG_0191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646801703975012770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s_GRQZM3yZA/Tl14O1KASaI/AAAAAAAAAk4/PIUZ7WQmIog/s400/IMG_0196.JPG" border="0" /&gt; AFTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646852142584981666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QPjPzKg6Av0/Tl2mGvnuaKI/AAAAAAAAAl4/yiZLAkRuLck/s400/DSC_3825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646852126031157010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nwq4Cw8ZYRE/Tl2mFx8_FxI/AAAAAAAAAlg/XJoEh1A15IY/s400/DSC_3819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646852124530056002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WWfQRh3z6oI/Tl2mFsXGG0I/AAAAAAAAAlY/SWkAkGNbfKY/s400/DSC_3818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;If you look at the second "before" picture you will notice a window on the right of the p&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;icture&lt;/span&gt; which would be just next to the fruit bowls in the picture above. That window was knocked out and french doors are now there leading into the sun room that my parents expanded. So the next two pictures show the sun room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646852135256168450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-duKBxk_H1hs/Tl2mGUUZmAI/AAAAAAAAAlw/dXesdO7i18E/s400/DSC_3823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646852133542656370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CZefSwKH-is/Tl2mGN73eXI/AAAAAAAAAlo/zxsykphwlow/s400/DSC_3820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A before and after right by each other&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646868049883303266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R5gCYmLGL-k/Tl20kq7MDWI/AAAAAAAAAmI/rohxwukFrqI/s400/DSC_2748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646804919045967826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1fMgJkk0Lr0/Tl17J-Opz9I/AAAAAAAAAlI/Ir4sWETEvVw/s400/IMG_0200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-4776356350150430191?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/4776356350150430191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=4776356350150430191' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/4776356350150430191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/4776356350150430191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2011/08/kitchen.html' title='The Kitchen!!'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4hR7HxyjxM/Tl10APYjeVI/AAAAAAAAAjY/feIkzrfyDB4/s72-c/DSC_2749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-8660818097939279286</id><published>2011-08-01T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T12:10:13.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Pooped!!</title><content type='html'>"I pooped!"&lt;br /&gt;"Do it myself."&lt;br /&gt;"Shut the door."&lt;br /&gt;"I want to flush it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy calls it potty trained. I get to wear princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;underwear&lt;/span&gt; all day unless its nap-time or bed-time. Or unless Daddy is taking me somewhere, he's still a bit nervous about the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;insert&lt;/span&gt; from mom- just at this moment I was thinking I should get a picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;adalynn&lt;/span&gt; on the potty to post on here. So I ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Adalynn&lt;/span&gt; if she need to go potty? She says "I do it myself." so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; I'll just wait till she's sitting on the potty then go in and snap a picture. I'm watching as she goes in shuts the door, and few seconds later she opens the door trows her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;panties&lt;/span&gt; and pants out onto the floor shuts the door again the then i hear her lock it. So much for a picture of her in the potty. A few seconds later I hear the toilet flush and a struggle with the door knob and then "Mom I want out." She cracks me up! not sure why she has to throw her pants into the hall but it sure was funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-8660818097939279286?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/8660818097939279286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=8660818097939279286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/8660818097939279286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/8660818097939279286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-pooped.html' title='I Pooped!!'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-1713736534329693883</id><published>2011-05-04T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T22:17:45.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well I'm 2 years old today. HappyBirthday to me! I am sure you all are wondering what I am up to now that I am 2 so let me tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I lub my Grandma and Grandpa and I lub my Granny and Grandpa and I make sure to tell mom this every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love to sing "ring around the rosey," Once there was a snowman," "If you're happy and you know it," and I love to see the temple."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My Favorite Movie is "Jessie Andy Woody Buz" I also like Tangled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really like going to the park and going on walks which means that I am sick of it raining all of the time because then mom won't take me outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love to eat cereal in the mornings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love to color. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My Favorite color was yellow but I am starting to really like purple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am pretty adamant that I get to pick out me own clothes and I usually pick a Skirt, sometimes 2 and sometimes a skirt and pants. But today I wanted pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll post a bunch of pictures so you can see all the fun things I got to do today for my Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603451940791528402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ftu8uRWFyLM/TcN12g7aK9I/AAAAAAAAAhs/dmaiadgUMMY/s400/DSC_2117.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The outfit I picked out for today. Really I didn't want to wear anything but mom told me I couldn't go to the store untill I put some clothes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603451964167500818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rpS44iVy-l4/TcN134ArNBI/AAAAAAAAAiM/1uylvg4t8mo/s400/DSC_2144.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Jumping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z_RmHQaml7g/TcN13v0rloI/AAAAAAAAAiE/qkzTGehIqZU/s1600/DSC_2136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603451961969710722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z_RmHQaml7g/TcN13v0rloI/AAAAAAAAAiE/qkzTGehIqZU/s400/DSC_2136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just haning out on the grass watching the cars drive by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SbETr9jpU9s/TcN13GxNfaI/AAAAAAAAAh8/7TB2dI7Lltk/s1600/DSC_2128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603451950949301666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SbETr9jpU9s/TcN13GxNfaI/AAAAAAAAAh8/7TB2dI7Lltk/s400/DSC_2128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-131unw-VQ9Y/TcN129dJalI/AAAAAAAAAh0/AupWx_Ve-JU/s1600/DSC_2121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603451948449229394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-131unw-VQ9Y/TcN129dJalI/AAAAAAAAAh0/AupWx_Ve-JU/s400/DSC_2121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love to slide and love even more to swing but there wasn't a swing at this park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603456334891990338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UX34Ol2vTi0/TcN52SOmPUI/AAAAAAAAAiU/v25Dxb7Cnqw/s400/DSC_2157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603456339731840802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SIwgs6OXp9g/TcN52kQgfyI/AAAAAAAAAic/dxWMPnmnX84/s400/DSC_2163.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Didn't my Mom do such a good job on my cake! I loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603456349722454066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QLDHwsso5Qw/TcN53JedKDI/AAAAAAAAAik/wDKyyvi0CRo/s400/DSC_2165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603456358210843618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-28dXB1PcHrs/TcN53pGPs-I/AAAAAAAAAis/XLIWrNjd3o4/s400/DSC_2174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603456360602774578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RhJUFy5RLMU/TcN53yAhrDI/AAAAAAAAAi0/op4hoXS9aAg/s400/DSC_2176.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Opening presents with Granny and Grandpa. I was so so so glad they came to celebrate my birthday with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603459025188924690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--lk5Ze73x5I/TcN8S4XXrRI/AAAAAAAAAi8/2rD6F2folL8/s400/DSC_2179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Loved this gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603459034359543890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w01RVaECtrg/TcN8Tah0OFI/AAAAAAAAAjE/plVWPnjqNn8/s400/DSC_2180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mr. Potatoe Head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603459039190432626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t-rBuuYLof8/TcN8Tshlu3I/AAAAAAAAAjM/URq1UiAGQvA/s400/DSC_2189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mrs. Potatoe Head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow what a fun birthday I had! And its kinda not even over cause on Saturday my BFF Summer and I are having a birthday party together with all of our friends (she turns 2 in just over a week). We are having an Elmo party at the park complete with a pinata and all! Its going to be some much fun! As long as it doesn't snow or rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-1713736534329693883?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/1713736534329693883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=1713736534329693883' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/1713736534329693883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/1713736534329693883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2011/05/2.html' title='2'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ftu8uRWFyLM/TcN12g7aK9I/AAAAAAAAAhs/dmaiadgUMMY/s72-c/DSC_2117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-6981205354322886970</id><published>2011-03-10T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T14:08:03.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Date!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582903681151305378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ExwJu1S_CeM/TXp1UYo-hqI/AAAAAAAAAgk/4IXLW_O2hAs/s400/DSC03300.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My Friend Marcie gave us an extra ticket they had to Disney on Ice so I took Dad on a date. We had a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582908901253975570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cy_XX4vjSLE/TXp6EPCcDhI/AAAAAAAAAhk/l8R59k72Yd4/s400/Marci%2Band%2BAdalynn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I even go to sit be Marcie and watch the show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582906243277128194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5axpDZY3g8U/TXp3phTYAgI/AAAAAAAAAhc/0kNFsCkUlms/s400/Disney%2Bon%2BIce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I am a huge fan of Mickey Mouse so I thought is was really neat to see him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582904840983047378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T_WBcnTweqQ/TXp2X5WabNI/AAAAAAAAAhU/mF4n57tIHS8/s400/DSC03293.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Just waiting for Daddy to get ready for our date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here are some pictures I thought I'd share with you just for fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4rfeNhabh0Y/TXp1VmKKlRI/AAAAAAAAAg0/KYz1ow91aTc/s1600/DSC03302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582903701960037650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4rfeNhabh0Y/TXp1VmKKlRI/AAAAAAAAAg0/KYz1ow91aTc/s400/DSC03302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like I said earlier, I am a huge fan of Mickey! The books in my hand are my Mickey Mouse Clubhouse books. To say I love them would be an understatement! They go everywhere I go even bedtime and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nap time&lt;/span&gt; as you can see. Who needs a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blanky&lt;/span&gt; or stuffed animal when you have these books. If you see me somewhere, anywhere most likely I'll have a book in my hand. I love books even more than Mickey Mouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8iZX9LwBzk/TXp1VDKmIDI/AAAAAAAAAgs/PtlhJQbow-c/s1600/DSC03276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582903692566601778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8iZX9LwBzk/TXp1VDKmIDI/AAAAAAAAAgs/PtlhJQbow-c/s400/DSC03276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just hanging out one morning. I say morning cause I'm in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jabbies&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; is how mom says it) but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not necessarily true cause sometimes I'm in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jabbies&lt;/span&gt; till after my afternoon nape so who knows what time of day it actually is when this picture was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582903734288352562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XZInSkQ_cEU/TXp1Xel1hTI/AAAAAAAAAhE/KBUpKZDK8jg/s400/DSC03286.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Just enjoying this cookie that is bigger than my face! It was kind of messy and I don't really like being messy and sticky. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582671972302108898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--wNLQ4Vj_DY/TXmilJ6YuOI/AAAAAAAAAgM/jy3w2T8uX9E/s400/DSC03266.JPG" border="0" /&gt; So in January mom left me with dad for a long weekend and went down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas to meet up with some friend that she met her first year at college. She seemed to have had a blast. She said they spent lots of time talking and laughing and crying and laughing and talking and crying. It was almost too much fun she says. They are planning to do it again in two years in Washington where they all met!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J9ImFatDL7E/TXmil7OYiCI/AAAAAAAAAgc/XuIB9xLiZ_c/s1600/DSC03274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582671985539319842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J9ImFatDL7E/TXmil7OYiCI/AAAAAAAAAgc/XuIB9xLiZ_c/s400/DSC03274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Karaoke&lt;/span&gt; Mom was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;woose&lt;/span&gt; and just watched and laughed, really hard cause these girls are hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsrsQRCMae8/TXmilcWJeBI/AAAAAAAAAgU/_4OO_-Z9V2E/s1600/DSC03272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582671977250387986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsrsQRCMae8/TXmilcWJeBI/AAAAAAAAAgU/_4OO_-Z9V2E/s400/DSC03272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did I mention that she had way too much fun without me and Dad!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-6981205354322886970?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/6981205354322886970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=6981205354322886970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/6981205354322886970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/6981205354322886970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-date.html' title='First Date!'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ExwJu1S_CeM/TXp1UYo-hqI/AAAAAAAAAgk/4IXLW_O2hAs/s72-c/DSC03300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-329615909899224811</id><published>2011-01-06T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T21:46:38.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564875925964635730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TTppK7I-vlI/AAAAAAAAAfw/gQTG3y9SroA/s400/DSC03257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Off to Find the perfect Christmas Tree... At Smiths food and drug! My enjoyed this so much more than searching for hours in the Mountains for the perfect Charlie Brown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;christmas tree&lt;/span&gt;. We were in and out and the tree was beautiful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TTppLNyOngI/AAAAAAAAAf4/3PpmlNY6jvA/s1600/DSC03261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564875930969480706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TTppLNyOngI/AAAAAAAAAf4/3PpmlNY6jvA/s400/DSC03261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; me hugging our beautiful Christmas Tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564875463180958082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TTpov_IwOYI/AAAAAAAAAfg/W_Q1eYYFs3g/s400/DSC03263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;... Yeah... not sure who the guy in the red is but mom and dad seemed to think it would be funny to put me on his lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TTpowZ62gTI/AAAAAAAAAfo/RqkG7K6GHsQ/s1600/DSC03262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564875470370406706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TTpowZ62gTI/AAAAAAAAAfo/RqkG7K6GHsQ/s400/DSC03262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I did NOT think is was very funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559295711827714754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TSaV_tjX4sI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Q7ViUT0VhM4/s400/sledding%2B2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day after thanksgiving the Dryden family went into the mountains looking for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; trees. We just played. I had a lot of fun sliding down the hill with dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559295716039133090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TSaV_9PdB6I/AAAAAAAAAeo/huXwwhkT58k/s400/tree%2Bcutting%2B1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I think Mom and Dad were glad they just got one form the grocery store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What girl doesn't love to dress Up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TSaYm2PV26I/AAAAAAAAAfY/6wkA03VW8qs/s1600/DSC03252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559298583197768610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TSaYm2PV26I/AAAAAAAAAfY/6wkA03VW8qs/s400/DSC03252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TSaYmTjq_hI/AAAAAAAAAfI/zqut3TTShiU/s1600/DSC03242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559298573887798802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TSaYmTjq_hI/AAAAAAAAAfI/zqut3TTShiU/s400/DSC03242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559297450537476978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TSaXk6wFY3I/AAAAAAAAAe4/C69FVlobbZM/s400/DSC03236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad was happy to get in some good fall Hunting trips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TSaXlGpU_FI/AAAAAAAAAfA/bvslERQppi4/s1600/IMAG0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559297453730364498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TSaXlGpU_FI/AAAAAAAAAfA/bvslERQppi4/s400/IMAG0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chucker&lt;/span&gt; hunting in Nevada with Grandpa Hendrix and Moms Brothers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TSaXkiw2byI/AAAAAAAAAew/8KrekYnG3VA/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559297444098240290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TSaXkiw2byI/AAAAAAAAAew/8KrekYnG3VA/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pheasant&lt;/span&gt; Hunting with some friend near Preston.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TSaV_h6hLzI/AAAAAAAAAeY/vuW8JPuSmcI/s1600/leaves%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559295708703567666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TSaV_h6hLzI/AAAAAAAAAeY/vuW8JPuSmcI/s400/leaves%2B1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559298577681556898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TSaYmhsLJaI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/CFNOFsj0Mx8/s400/DSC03246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me keeping mom entertained while daddy was out hunting. &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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-329615909899224811?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/329615909899224811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=329615909899224811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/329615909899224811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/329615909899224811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2011/01/catching-up.html' title='catching up!'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TTppK7I-vlI/AAAAAAAAAfw/gQTG3y9SroA/s72-c/DSC03257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-8768938597714992368</id><published>2010-10-25T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T20:39:15.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall, Halloween, and Fun</title><content type='html'>Oh dear!! Where to begin... I am not sure how I feel about fall and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; after this weekend it been all sorts of crazy fun! Saturday my Best Friend Summer and I went to the Pumpkin Patch, our CRAZY moms took us of course. I call them crazy because it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pouring&lt;/span&gt; rain! Maybe they were thinking it would stop by the time we got there... but it didn't! It did however let up a bit when we were getting into the car to go home (should have waited a bit longer don't you think). So here is how it went, They put us in the wet, muddy carts, Sydney held an umbrella over Summer and I while mom wheeled us as fast as she dared out to the patch. Summer and I were shivering like crazy but still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt; and smiling. We hurried like mad women to find some decent pumpkins and then got back in the carts. this is when dad finally showed up to save Summer and I from our CRAZY moms. But we had to take a Family picture before he could rescue us. We hurried back to shelter weighed the pumpkins, payed and were off. WOW! It was a fun adventure and we enjoyed it but next year I think i might suggest we go when its NOT raining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532565866403499554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TMefV7tujiI/AAAAAAAAAck/FsFuGGih1es/s400/DSC03209.JPG" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532565867786686514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TMefWA3gUDI/AAAAAAAAAcs/O3_Udq8TKFQ/s400/DSC03211.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Saturday evening we all went to the neighborhood trunk-or-treat. I wasn't real sure what this whole trunk-or-treating was all about, but I figured it out pretty quick! Basically you go from car to car and take candy out of their buckets and If you're too shy to take it yourself they just give it to you or throw it in your basket. Its perfect! The only downfall Is that you have to wear a goofy outfit. But everyone seemed to think mine was cute so I guess I won't complain! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532565889927612290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TMefXTWUB4I/AAAAAAAAAc0/-VMr4QceY6M/s400/holloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532565894792843842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TMefXleRkkI/AAAAAAAAAc8/EZM3fzdcj_M/s400/holloween+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday both Mom and Dad had to teach lessons at church and since I am only two weeks away from 18 months, (yes I know I am growing up way too fast, mom tells me every day) they took me to Nursery. What I can't figure out is how I didn't know about this place before and why they made me stay with them in those boring classes that they go to. This place had real toys to play with! Not those dumb things mom carries around in her bag and they had treats and there were tons of kids to play with. I think I am going to enjoy church from now on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, Monday we went with a few friends to Discovery Gateway. This place was AMAZING! WOW! they have so many cool things to do and to play with. I wonder if they can make the Nursery at church more like this place?! They had tons of those cars I could get in and drive around, those are my favorite. That is on the top of my wish list for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt;! There was also a Big horse I got to sit on a few times, and water to play with as well as tons of balls which if you know me well you know I LOVE balls! It was the greatest place ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532565901389555074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TMefX-DDZYI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ucVoLc28584/s400/DSC03215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532567979421534434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TMehQ7UfCOI/AAAAAAAAAdc/L_u3VT43mP4/s400/DSC03226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532567968157622770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TMehQRW9YfI/AAAAAAAAAdU/MZfP4Ka-vdE/s400/DSC03221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532567964618163282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TMehQELFhFI/AAAAAAAAAdM/GQZ1QCdVrFI/s400/DSC03228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Needless to say this weekend has been blast and I am loving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;! except for the weather I could do without adventures in the pouring rain, its just too cold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh No! I forgot the most exciting news of all. I got my first hair cut on Friday and I LOVE it! No more bangs in my eyes, it's so great! She trimmed up the back and cut me some bangs. Mom can't stop telling everyone how cute my haircut is! Mom is too shy to tell you, but she got her hair chopped off too and it looks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; good and so very short. Amber was a little nervous cutting so much off but mom just kept telling her to go shorter and shorter and it turned out pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; cute! If any of you are looking for a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;stylest&lt;/span&gt; Amber's the best! except she did make my mom hold my head in place so she could cut my bangs, I didn't really like that! But she did let me play with all of her product bottle and scatter them around the house, that was probably my favorite part of the whole experience!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532934276575457106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TMjuaOjc71I/AAAAAAAAAds/9MfIEISHkJI/s400/CIMG0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532934271932930642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TMjuZ9QlmlI/AAAAAAAAAdk/bc6HOlWoatg/s400/CIMG0022.jpg" border="0" /&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/1739068475989494176-8768938597714992368?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/8768938597714992368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=8768938597714992368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/8768938597714992368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/8768938597714992368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-holloween-and-fun.html' title='Fall, Halloween, and Fun'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TMefV7tujiI/AAAAAAAAAck/FsFuGGih1es/s72-c/DSC03209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-6485341121099464416</id><published>2010-10-13T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T20:37:40.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with the bathroom?</title><content type='html'>The bathroom is my Favorite place to play! I am pretty sure its mom and dad's favorite place too, they go in there multipul times a day! Thats the first place they go when they get up in the morning and they spend forever in there playing with their faces and hair. They are always playing with the water that comes out of the sink and then the towel hanging on the wall. They open and close cupboards taking things out and putting things in. Needless to say they play in there all of the time. Yet the second I walk it there its no this and no that. I can't reach the water in the sink but there is water in the toilet so I just play in there and boy does that make dad and mom upset, but then they pick me up and let me play with the water in the sink, I don't get it! I love opening the cupboards and playing with whatever is in them! Tampons are my favorite! It's so fun to take them out of the box and carry them around the house, I can carry a bunch at one time and leave a small trail around the house. But dad does NOT like me to play with those! And the coolest thing in the Bathroom is the toilet brush! But the second I go near it they yell NO and lift me up set me outside the room and shut the door. Whats the big deal?! Mom plays with it sometimes, in the toilet even, and there is no yelling NO and stetting her outside the bathroom and shutting the door. I just don't understand why they get to play in there all of the time and can't! Can someone explain this to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528017297438954658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TLd2cX4QVKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/guNsqEBAql4/s400/DSC03201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-6485341121099464416?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/6485341121099464416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=6485341121099464416' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/6485341121099464416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/6485341121099464416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2010/10/whats-wrong-with-bathroom.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with the bathroom?'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TLd2cX4QVKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/guNsqEBAql4/s72-c/DSC03201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-9068193631270835013</id><published>2010-10-13T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T12:42:09.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlanta Georgia</title><content type='html'>Those that really care I am sure already know, but, Uncle Jeff did get his call over a month ago and he is going to Atlanta Georgia. He leaves November 10. Everyone else seems excited for him to go but I am not! Cause that means I don't get to play with him for 2 years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-9068193631270835013?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/9068193631270835013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=9068193631270835013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/9068193631270835013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/9068193631270835013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2010/10/those-that-really-care-i-am-sure.html' title='Atlanta Georgia'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-5758164407433728839</id><published>2010-08-04T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T09:55:07.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where will he go?</title><content type='html'>WE NEED YOUR GUESS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jeff is going on a mission, the papers are in and the waiting has begun! So we need your guess as to where he is going to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501656993289354098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TFnP4ukOO3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/7U9uRt7IJE4/s400/jeff+and+neices.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom says her guess is Poland but only becasue that is where she went and so she thinks that would be cool. Except she doesn't wish learning that language upon anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Guess is Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad says Louisiana &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment letting us know where you think he'll go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-5758164407433728839?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/5758164407433728839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=5758164407433728839' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/5758164407433728839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/5758164407433728839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2010/08/where-will-he-go.html' title='Where will he go?'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TFnP4ukOO3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/7U9uRt7IJE4/s72-c/jeff+and+neices.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-6863869772032813489</id><published>2010-07-20T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T11:11:05.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2010 so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Warning!!! Tons of pictures and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rafting the Snake River!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mom and Dad spent all day saturday rafting the river while I played with Gma Hendrix and aunt Julie I had a blast and so did Mom and Dad! They did two trips, one in the morning with some of Mom's family (she forgot to take pictures), and one in the afternoon with some of Dad's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496035010715710130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXWuRbR8rI/AAAAAAAAAaM/MdUgGsYNfZE/s400/DSC03155.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Daddy she loves the river and guiding people down it especially family! And from what I hear he's pretty good at it too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXXk5Wa54I/AAAAAAAAAas/yKeutV_WufY/s1600/DSC03161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496035949145679746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXXk5Wa54I/AAAAAAAAAas/yKeutV_WufY/s400/DSC03161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They did some cliff jumping along the way too. Here is Uncle Jimmy and Uncle Charles getting ready to jump!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXXkPDMDDI/AAAAAAAAAak/J259HMPkMsk/s1600/DSC03166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496035937790725170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXXkPDMDDI/AAAAAAAAAak/J259HMPkMsk/s400/DSC03166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad doing a flip. Doesn't he know that that is not safe!? At least he didn't face plant this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXWwNUl2QI/AAAAAAAAAac/_EIuj0imC8Y/s1600/DSC03163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496035043973650690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXWwNUl2QI/AAAAAAAAAac/_EIuj0imC8Y/s400/DSC03163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Brothers! (minus a couple) I get my hair from my Dad is you can't tell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXWvQdmA5I/AAAAAAAAAaU/8VjXDaZVTxo/s1600/DSC03154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496035027636847506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXWvQdmA5I/AAAAAAAAAaU/8VjXDaZVTxo/s400/DSC03154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some guy that I don't really know but mom says his name is Caleb (sp?) and he's Uncle Charles Brother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXWtxzmxoI/AAAAAAAAAaE/VbY8wl3N0Q4/s1600/DSC03153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496035002227803778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXWtxzmxoI/AAAAAAAAAaE/VbY8wl3N0Q4/s400/DSC03153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex and Jori (More people I don't know but mom says Alex is one of dads good friends) Aunt Bethann and my amazing and wonderful and beautiful and cool mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXWs6FXgXI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/X9k4v0tHVtg/s1600/DSC03152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496034987269914994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXWs6FXgXI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/X9k4v0tHVtg/s400/DSC03152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Charles, Aunt Jadee, Uncle Jimmy, And Aunt Heidi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dryden Family Campout &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alturs near Red Fish Lake in Central Idaho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXUjDRVT0I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/nmLfRGPVHSw/s1600/DSC03150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496032618914074434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXUjDRVT0I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/nmLfRGPVHSw/s400/DSC03150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Brothers attempting flips off the Dock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXUipX2kQI/AAAAAAAAAZs/1KFXNIxMo2c/s1600/DSC03148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496032611962097922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXUipX2kQI/AAAAAAAAAZs/1KFXNIxMo2c/s400/DSC03148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXUiHID0EI/AAAAAAAAAZk/2u1IQJhI_Es/s1600/DSC03145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496032602769051714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXUiHID0EI/AAAAAAAAAZk/2u1IQJhI_Es/s400/DSC03145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amazing sand castle designed by James, Heidi, Charles and Dad (Just after takeing these pictures we all went to a near by fire pit for lunch and a little kid came along and jumped on it! were glad ws go some pictures!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXUhnsA4lI/AAAAAAAAAZc/XkLEpS5K9jY/s1600/DSC03143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496032594329920082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXUhnsA4lI/AAAAAAAAAZc/XkLEpS5K9jY/s400/DSC03143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I enjoyed my box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXTg6i0_mI/AAAAAAAAAZU/alVGruPsgIs/s1600/DSC03142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496031482700168802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXTg6i0_mI/AAAAAAAAAZU/alVGruPsgIs/s400/DSC03142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I did not enjoy the Kayak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXTgb4NZ-I/AAAAAAAAAZM/Z4SygD_2LKQ/s1600/DSC03138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496031474468349922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXTgb4NZ-I/AAAAAAAAAZM/Z4SygD_2LKQ/s400/DSC03138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Probably becasue of this stupid yellow thing they made me where while I was in the Kayak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXTfNChYFI/AAAAAAAAAZE/KAU4tHBw_dA/s1600/DSC03135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496031453305200722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXTfNChYFI/AAAAAAAAAZE/KAU4tHBw_dA/s400/DSC03135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did enjoy the sand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXTd2QsdkI/AAAAAAAAAY8/yQy2jyRbC-Q/s1600/DSC03133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496031430010762818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXTd2QsdkI/AAAAAAAAAY8/yQy2jyRbC-Q/s400/DSC03133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I Loved the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXTdcdT5SI/AAAAAAAAAY0/gcAE4WCdFSM/s1600/DSC03128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496031423084356898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXTdcdT5SI/AAAAAAAAAY0/gcAE4WCdFSM/s400/DSC03128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And chillin with Granny and my new cousin who is already almost as big as me! I'm just gald to finally have a cousin on the Dryden side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXSjhxDnRI/AAAAAAAAAYs/jmPtJO5nXKw/s1600/DSC03124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496030428076940562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXSjhxDnRI/AAAAAAAAAYs/jmPtJO5nXKw/s400/DSC03124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and Dad enjoying their shish kabobs! I just got Mac and Cheese, does that seem a little unfair to anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXSjJN0QFI/AAAAAAAAAYk/jQwaPWBGq2Q/s1600/DSC03115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496030421486682194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXSjJN0QFI/AAAAAAAAAYk/jQwaPWBGq2Q/s400/DSC03115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; everyone seems to think it is so funny when I make this face! So I do it whenever I'm in need of a laugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Girls Camp 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mom left me for 3 days to go to girls camp. She's never left me for that long and was kind of nervous to do it but I think she had so much fun that she didn't have time to worry too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXSitdP2SI/AAAAAAAAAYc/MpQiGoDiLTY/s1600/DSC03091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496030414035212578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXSitdP2SI/AAAAAAAAAYc/MpQiGoDiLTY/s400/DSC03091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The beautiful place where they camped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXSiLgtwLI/AAAAAAAAAYU/VudSMAzJdns/s1600/DSC03087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496030404922949810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXSiLgtwLI/AAAAAAAAAYU/VudSMAzJdns/s400/DSC03087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They hiked to a mine and found this lovely home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXShjVdqbI/AAAAAAAAAYM/U54xiKV39wg/s1600/DSC03080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496030394138339762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXShjVdqbI/AAAAAAAAAYM/U54xiKV39wg/s400/DSC03080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the funnest (I know thats not a word but it just sounds better "that most fun" in this context and you still get what I am saying) game mom says that she has ever played!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom loved girls camp and all of the new friends she was able to make there! And I had fun plaing with Aunt Bethann, I'm so glad she was willing to take care of me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-6863869772032813489?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/6863869772032813489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=6863869772032813489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/6863869772032813489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/6863869772032813489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-2010-so-far.html' title='Summer 2010 so far'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXWuRbR8rI/AAAAAAAAAaM/MdUgGsYNfZE/s72-c/DSC03155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-760316130175368536</id><published>2010-06-30T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T14:41:53.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like to shop on Line?</title><content type='html'>I've been getting into trying to find good deals and shopping on line and a friend told me about ebates. Basically they give you a % back if you shop through them. There a lots of stores you can shop at from Old Navy, Diapers.com, toys r us, ebay, etc. tons of stores. Its fee to sign up and you use it as desired. Check it out and see if its something you'd use, just click on the link below &lt;a href="http://www.ebates.com/rf.do?referrerid=%2FIZXp%2Bj8k9v4fTHG4Ay59w%3D%3D" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.ebates.com/rf.do?referrerid=%2FIZXp%2Bj8k9v4fTHG4Ay59w%3D%3D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-760316130175368536?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/760316130175368536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=760316130175368536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/760316130175368536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/760316130175368536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2010/06/like-to-shop-on-line.html' title='Like to shop on Line?'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-6584342918209735171</id><published>2010-05-26T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T17:45:20.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's what I have been up to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475718381413180194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S_2o2zY1oyI/AAAAAAAAAXI/XWFAoqihkis/s400/DSC03003.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Drinking milk or water from a cup! My favorite part is spitting it all back out and watching mom try to be upset and not laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475718392285164738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S_2o3b469MI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/i07LM9lGbww/s400/DSC03019.JPG" border="0" /&gt; One of my favorite foods is chili beans, probably because they make the biggest mess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S_2tsQDFzvI/AAAAAAAAAYA/l2ZF96VSiSQ/s1600/DSC03057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475723697686171378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S_2tsQDFzvI/AAAAAAAAAYA/l2ZF96VSiSQ/s400/DSC03057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep, Pig Tails! Dad keeps bugging mom about doing something with my crazy hair so she tried pig tails. aparently she doesn't get that my screaming and moving around means I don't want them. I am not sure how to get her to understand me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475720360191249778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S_2qp-6SzXI/AAAAAAAAAXw/b3_wYT36i98/s400/DSC03052.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S_2qqZ5jNWI/AAAAAAAAAX4/FT4TtPP1omg/s1600/DSC_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475720367435887970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S_2qqZ5jNWI/AAAAAAAAAX4/FT4TtPP1omg/s400/DSC_0409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S_2o49YckSI/AAAAAAAAAXo/gdWl_DHbxCM/s1600/DSC03046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475718418455630114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S_2o49YckSI/AAAAAAAAAXo/gdWl_DHbxCM/s400/DSC03046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brushing my teeth! This is my new favorite thing to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475718401953477474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S_2o3_6Bs2I/AAAAAAAAAXY/NMTwH-q6wKg/s400/DSC03040.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Pure excitiment over my new car seat! I can see so much more! I just love it! It makes me feel so grown up!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S_2o4UAu78I/AAAAAAAAAXg/EjP4_2cANRU/s1600/DSC03043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475718407350316994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S_2o4UAu78I/AAAAAAAAAXg/EjP4_2cANRU/s400/DSC03043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddys Favorites: Getting me out of my crib every morning when I wake up! And the very few times I have fallen asleep in his arms. I just prefer mom because she has long hair i can rub against my face but I am gettting better at letting dad have a chance once in a while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Moms Favorites: Hugs after naptime, Walks and the Joy in my face when I do big kid things. Oh and how excited I get going down the slide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-6584342918209735171?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/6584342918209735171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=6584342918209735171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/6584342918209735171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/6584342918209735171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2010/05/heres-what-i-have-been-up-to.html' title='Here&apos;s what I have been up to...'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S_2o2zY1oyI/AAAAAAAAAXI/XWFAoqihkis/s72-c/DSC03003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-695193119682825782</id><published>2010-05-06T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T11:44:30.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a whole year old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468216976140731826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S-MCXjGhBbI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/rOZFnHcJNBw/s400/DSC_0283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since I am cinco de mayo baby mom decided we'd have a Pinata for every birthday. This is one where you pull the strings instad of hitting it. I didn't quite get what was going on till all the candy fell out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S-MElEJ2XSI/AAAAAAAAAXA/qU-uzyW--uc/s1600/DSC_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468219407374638370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S-MElEJ2XSI/AAAAAAAAAXA/qU-uzyW--uc/s400/DSC_0305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S-MEkXAsyNI/AAAAAAAAAW4/IaP9-OtG048/s1600/DSC_0307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468219395256666322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S-MEkXAsyNI/AAAAAAAAAW4/IaP9-OtG048/s400/DSC_0307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S-MEjCpKYtI/AAAAAAAAAWo/totqk3dvUkQ/s1600/DSC_0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468219372609364690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S-MEjCpKYtI/AAAAAAAAAWo/totqk3dvUkQ/s400/DSC_0323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But my cousin Livi did and there wasn't much compatition so she went home with plenty of candy and a big smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468219377534587970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S-MEjU_bVEI/AAAAAAAAAWw/a6LMPwUqdG4/s400/DSC_0320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also a little confused with the cupcake and wasn't interested in getting too messy I enjoyed a few licks of frosting. I think mom was hoping I'd just shove it all in and make a big mess. I don't understand adults every day mom gets mad when I make a mess and throw my food on the floor and then when we have a ton of guests over she wants me to make a huge mess, and just after she spent the whole day cleaning the house. I don't get here sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S-MEil7T4TI/AAAAAAAAAWg/-_rVwWiK_90/s1600/DSC_0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468219364900856114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S-MEil7T4TI/AAAAAAAAAWg/-_rVwWiK_90/s400/DSC_0333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S-MDYxxm9tI/AAAAAAAAAWY/lJW0Yqr17Gc/s1600/DSC_0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468218096771069650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S-MDYxxm9tI/AAAAAAAAAWY/lJW0Yqr17Gc/s400/DSC_0342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S-MDYHggo0I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/YMpsZIme7c0/s1600/DSC_0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468218085425062722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S-MDYHggo0I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/YMpsZIme7c0/s400/DSC_0346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some cool gifts and lots of cute outfits! I really need to spend some time with my toys and figure out how to play with them but they sure do look cool. Thanks everyone for the fun gifts and comeing to the party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S-MDXogiQ2I/AAAAAAAAAWI/tugNZtsvUrc/s1600/DSC_0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468218077103670114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S-MDXogiQ2I/AAAAAAAAAWI/tugNZtsvUrc/s400/DSC_0354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was sure glad to have Livi there to show me how the birthday party thing works. She helped me figure out how to open my presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S-MDXATBQTI/AAAAAAAAAWA/jgSuSPKQ8bE/s1600/DSC_0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468218066309562674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S-MDXATBQTI/AAAAAAAAAWA/jgSuSPKQ8bE/s400/DSC_0372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thanks to Makae I got a head start on figuring out how these toys work. I am sure glad they came to my party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S-MCZyiFmiI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Ylo-S6Ht_XY/s1600/DSC_0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468217014642645538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S-MCZyiFmiI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Ylo-S6Ht_XY/s400/DSC_0379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S-MCZe8W11I/AAAAAAAAAVo/Dz7bL8Am6eg/s1600/DSC_0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468217009384118098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S-MCZe8W11I/AAAAAAAAAVo/Dz7bL8Am6eg/s400/DSC_0386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S-MCYpyp_8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/Dqr7Wl0fLbs/s1600/DSC_0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468216995116351426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S-MCYpyp_8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/Dqr7Wl0fLbs/s400/DSC_0385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sure did enjoy my Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468218053078189138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S-MDWPAahFI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cUlyBzDmtXA/s400/DSC_0376.JPG" border="0" /&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Update from Mom:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We can't believe how fast this year has gone! We are having so much fun with this little lady. She loves to play. He favorite toys are balls, she love to throw them and has quite the arm. This is pretty impressive but becomes a big problem in church! She says "Whats that" which I think is pretty cute! She pulls herself up to everything and then gets frusterated becasue she hasn't figured out how to sit back down. She'll put anything and everthing in her mouth and really seems to enjoy paper she'll eat that like a champ yet I can't seem to get her to eat real food very well. She just throws it on the floor. However she really like Grapefruit, she'll eat the whole thing! I think this is weird because I am pretty sure it is not the most popular fruit. Lets take a poll, leave a comment letting me know if you like grapefruit or not. And I don't put sugar on it so I guess the question is do you like grapefruit without sugar? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-695193119682825782?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/695193119682825782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=695193119682825782' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/695193119682825782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/695193119682825782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2010/05/one.html' title='ONE'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S-MCXjGhBbI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/rOZFnHcJNBw/s72-c/DSC_0283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-1074996932885636197</id><published>2010-03-26T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T11:35:23.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures and Peek-a-boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to dad we finally have a few pictures to post. The first two are from a while back but the others are from just a couple days ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453004147249759618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S6z2YXONxYI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/IXMyhJOFNlI/s400/DSC02814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy with his sleeping beauty. Dad likes to hold me most when I am sleeping I think. Actually its probably more that I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with him holding me when I am sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453004154118259522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S6z2Ywzyw0I/AAAAAAAAAUY/tZHC75ezD74/s400/DSC02833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am sporting uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jeffs&lt;/span&gt; 49&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ers&lt;/span&gt; hat. Mom calls this the little munchkin picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S6z4xKfiIQI/AAAAAAAAAVI/tCYZ178LYoQ/s1600/editcrop4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453006772352721154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S6z4xKfiIQI/AAAAAAAAAVI/tCYZ178LYoQ/s400/editcrop4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S6z4Z7mfXPI/AAAAAAAAAVA/O_wL6kz5uGc/s1600/editcrop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453006373218376946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S6z4Z7mfXPI/AAAAAAAAAVA/O_wL6kz5uGc/s400/editcrop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In these two dad is attempting to get a picture of me with his edge products hat on so he can put it on his desk at work but I was not too excited about having that hat on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S6z4Zv1gbMI/AAAAAAAAAU4/y9ZJlcVqfn0/s1600/DSC02900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453006370060135618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S6z4Zv1gbMI/AAAAAAAAAU4/y9ZJlcVqfn0/s400/DSC02900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aren't&lt;/span&gt; I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; smart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S6z2ajhcYXI/AAAAAAAAAUw/MYRp_95iUNQ/s1600/DSC02876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453004184911372658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S6z2ajhcYXI/AAAAAAAAAUw/MYRp_95iUNQ/s400/DSC02876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S6z2aOH19dI/AAAAAAAAAUo/wlOq4ODrv3M/s1600/DSC02886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453004179166852562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S6z2aOH19dI/AAAAAAAAAUo/wlOq4ODrv3M/s400/DSC02886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S6z2ZWGxLOI/AAAAAAAAAUg/r5NUVZGtNvk/s1600/DSC02853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453004164129959138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S6z2ZWGxLOI/AAAAAAAAAUg/r5NUVZGtNvk/s400/DSC02853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; cute!?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the question you are asking "is my hair always so crazy?" Yes it is! no matter how hard mom tries to clam it down there is always some sticking up somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a video of me playing peek-a-boo with Daddy! I just love this game as well as clapping and waving!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(please don't mind the mess of boxes we still have some organizing to do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-94d87892202ab8a9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D94d87892202ab8a9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330169724%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D213CE2138E42D5902FACFFA40F4EDC97EF6425.C658F16CEC5E3A5115025EDE21FF3AA9C6CA4E8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D94d87892202ab8a9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnCpAYTbx3WXDHTl5sSHT_VrOA8A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D94d87892202ab8a9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330169724%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D213CE2138E42D5902FACFFA40F4EDC97EF6425.C658F16CEC5E3A5115025EDE21FF3AA9C6CA4E8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D94d87892202ab8a9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnCpAYTbx3WXDHTl5sSHT_VrOA8A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-1074996932885636197?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/1074996932885636197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=1074996932885636197' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/1074996932885636197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/1074996932885636197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2010/03/pictures.html' title='Pictures and Peek-a-boo'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S6z2YXONxYI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/IXMyhJOFNlI/s72-c/DSC02814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-9057302541916011780</id><published>2010-01-06T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:06:11.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S0-PLomy6tI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_r4UMA5mqfI/s1600-h/DSC02660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426713506046208722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S0-PLomy6tI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_r4UMA5mqfI/s400/DSC02660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423783734822540770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S0UmkgSjleI/AAAAAAAAASo/cHKhhGeYfMc/s400/DSC02665.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hunting with Mom and Dad for the perfect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; tree! Mom and I got cold pretty quick and hung out in the truck, I took a nap while we waited for Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S0UmlkAz_EI/AAAAAAAAAS4/SM0W9vVQgFM/s1600-h/DSC02719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423783753001729090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S0UmlkAz_EI/AAAAAAAAAS4/SM0W9vVQgFM/s400/DSC02719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Jimmy got Married December 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to the Lovely Heidi And I got to ware this pretty dress that Heidi's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;roommate&lt;/span&gt; made. It was a long day but we are so glad to have Heidi in the Family and uncle Jimmy so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S0UmlImss6I/AAAAAAAAASw/pefCzdBBcNs/s1600-h/DSC02714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423783745644442530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S0UmlImss6I/AAAAAAAAASw/pefCzdBBcNs/s400/DSC02714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me with the Bride and groom and my hair sticking strait in the air, it does that no matter how hard mom tried to get it to lay down. You just gotta love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423783764571961218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S0UmmPHXt4I/AAAAAAAAATA/B9lNVRjQjtQ/s400/DSC02751.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We decided to go with a Christmas theme in decorating the car and we were pretty happy with how it turned out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MY FIRST CHRISTMAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426675010905124946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S09sK7B9MFI/AAAAAAAAATI/AaHZ_nNvxNo/s400/DSC02759.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Santa took a picture just after loading the stockings and before he went to the next house. Mom made the stockings and is pretty proud of herself. She finished them the day before Christmas eve. We were worried she wouldn't get them done in time but she did!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426675033156672898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S09sMN7I3YI/AAAAAAAAATY/whEkj8Btj84/s400/DSC02774.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here I am going through my stocking Christmas morning. I was pretty excited about the oranges and the Hot Cocoa. But now that I look back on it I don't think I got to enjoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;consuming&lt;/span&gt; either of them. Mom and Dad say I was just excited because It was morning and I am always really happy when I wake up in the morning. Either way I enjoyed going through my stocking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426675023079447746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S09sLoYinMI/AAAAAAAAATQ/x4ZjbGZ2ceE/s400/DSC02765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426675041865372418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S09sMuXdEwI/AAAAAAAAATg/gN5zoEpbfLE/s400/DSC02781.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;After We all went through our stockings we loaded up the gifts and went over to Granny and Grandpa Dryden's for Breakfast and to open gifts with everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426675047527205074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S09sNDdVyNI/AAAAAAAAATo/Y0nO5yw0is8/s400/DSC02785.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm ready to open them all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426712318958415074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S0-OGiXArOI/AAAAAAAAATw/wW4x8VSzfwU/s400/DSC02798.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jumparoo&lt;/span&gt;!! Its a lot of fun for about five minutes, then I am ready to be put on the floor so I can roll all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426712327156362210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S0-OHA5ja-I/AAAAAAAAAT4/--gUhESzAVs/s400/DSC02805.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Granny and Grandpa with Daddy and all my Dryden Aunts and Uncles. Not the best picture but it will do. Needless to say we had a great Christmas with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dryden's&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/1739068475989494176-9057302541916011780?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/9057302541916011780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=9057302541916011780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/9057302541916011780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/9057302541916011780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2010/01/december.html' title='December!!!'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/S0-PLomy6tI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_r4UMA5mqfI/s72-c/DSC02660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-2050694878934135315</id><published>2009-12-10T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T10:16:13.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time For a New Post</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, its time for a new post and has been for a while. But I need a little help from mom to post pictures so this one will just be my personal profile cause mom is busy making stockings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Adalynn&lt;/span&gt; Dryden I am about 28 in long 15 some lbs, blue eyes (kind of still grey still but hopefully going blue), light brown hair, cutest little nose ever. I love sitting up and playing with my toys. I also enjoy putting anything I can in my mouth, unless it is carrots or bananas, I like sweet potatoes but my body doesn't seem to feel the same way. I had some at thanksgiving dinner and just finally got over the rash it gave me. I love it when my dad is home and just watch his every move. If you talk to me I'll smile bigger than ever. I don't like to go to sleep, I really don't like to go to sleep! and don't nap very long. I don't eat very much, I roll around every where I can. I also love my mom a ton, except when she tries to put me to sleep. If you'd like to get to know me better just visit this blog periodically as I will update it as I have time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-2050694878934135315?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/2050694878934135315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=2050694878934135315' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/2050694878934135315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/2050694878934135315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-for-new-post.html' title='Time For a New Post'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-4039513592882341329</id><published>2009-11-07T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T12:17:47.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SvXV19vhkRI/AAAAAAAAASU/JwOBLNAAcc4/s1600-h/DSC02626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401458451184455954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SvXV19vhkRI/AAAAAAAAASU/JwOBLNAAcc4/s400/DSC02626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now 6 months old as of Thursday. My mom and dad can't believe I've been around that long. I went to the Doctor yesterday and he said I am doing well. I weighed in at 14.13 lbs which is in the 20th percentile and my length was 26in which is in the 60th percentile so I guess I'm not a very big baby. Dad was nervous cause I had to get shots Its a good thing he didn't go with me because he would have cried more than I did. I decided to be strong for him even though he wasn't there so Ionly shed a few tears. I really am growing up, I sit up really well with some help and do alright for a little bit without help. I can roll to my stomach just fine but I don't enjoy that position much and haven't quite got the hang of rolling back over. My dad is pretty good at making me laugh, I laugh most when I am really tired. I love my dad and watching him. I hate going to sleep even when I'm real tired but mom seems to hate when I'm awake and real tired so she tries to rocks me to sleep and I put up a good fight but she usually wins. I demand a lot of attention and stress my mom out sometimes but I'm pretty sure she still thinks I'm the cutest thing in the world! I'm pretty sure I have the best mommy and daddy in the World!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-4039513592882341329?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/4039513592882341329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=4039513592882341329' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/4039513592882341329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/4039513592882341329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2009/11/6-months.html' title='6 Months'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SvXV19vhkRI/AAAAAAAAASU/JwOBLNAAcc4/s72-c/DSC02626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-6728099208668211959</id><published>2009-11-02T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:27:24.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunting and Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399561127663450066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/Su8YPM1jN9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/MZHC_bbaW_k/s320/DSC02565.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Dad went Deer/Elk hunting just over 3 weeks ago with Grandpa Hendrix and Uncle Jeff and this is what he came back with, and boy is he proud. Not proud enough however because he is already making plans to go out next year and get and even bigger one. Mom says he is not allowed to shoot another one until they can afford to pay some one to cut it up because she did &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; enjoy doing that with this deer. The whole story of dad getting the deer is quite the long story so you'll have to talk to him if you what more details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399567066723928066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/Su8do5j6SAI/AAAAAAAAASM/rod8qv1ABcc/s320/DSC02586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I am watching the trailer to the movie UP and just loving it! My dad discovered my love for this trailer a while ago and if I scream just loud enough and long enough and don't stop despite all of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; efforts they will sit me in front of the computer and play the UP trailer for me and of course I calm right down. Since I like the trailer so much, while dad was hunting Mom, Grandma Hendrix and Aunt Julie took me to the theater to watch the movie UP. I really enjoyed it, I got tired and took a little nap but woke up to see the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399563036455579042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/Su8Z-TpDraI/AAAAAAAAARk/TAUbUVF-Jdk/s320/DSC02578.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is a really excited me. I LOVE THIS MOVIE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/Su8Z-k-6HjI/AAAAAAAAARs/M8GL30TyaDA/s1600-h/DSC02591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399563041110629938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/Su8Z-k-6HjI/AAAAAAAAARs/M8GL30TyaDA/s320/DSC02591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My First &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;. Mom dressed me up as her little lamb. She made the costume herself and is so proud with how it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399565786933431106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/Su8ceZ-FC0I/AAAAAAAAASE/x6CLMCRN__E/s320/DSC02598.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We trick or treated Granny and Grandpa Dryden's but that was the extent of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;trick or&lt;/span&gt; treating adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/Su8YQ3SW6XI/AAAAAAAAARc/o5IRW1zDiJ8/s1600-h/DSC02599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399561156238436722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/Su8YQ3SW6XI/AAAAAAAAARc/o5IRW1zDiJ8/s320/DSC02599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also went to the ward &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; party and everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; I was so cute. That made mom even more proud I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/Su8YQihXhSI/AAAAAAAAARU/N3oIFuwGwD0/s1600-h/DSC02598.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399565779640273186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/Su8cd-zQSSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/2OZytakZK0I/s320/DSC02592.JPG" border="0" /&gt; At the party dad took me fishing, so this is a picture of my first fishing adventure with dad. I caught a ring. Then we went through the spook ally which was more scary for mom than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399563045257419250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/Su8Z-0blGfI/AAAAAAAAAR0/F7DtZ24EI38/s320/Shayli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have a picture of my cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Shayli&lt;/span&gt; that mom wanted me to post just because she is so cute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-6728099208668211959?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/6728099208668211959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=6728099208668211959' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/6728099208668211959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/6728099208668211959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2009/11/hunting-and-halloween.html' title='Hunting and Halloween'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/Su8YPM1jN9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/MZHC_bbaW_k/s72-c/DSC02565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-8132497553725518990</id><published>2009-10-09T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:06:37.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes we're still alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/StAL1CvcCmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/XKW2-_eXIKU/s1600-h/DSC02548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390821759859296866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/StAL1CvcCmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/XKW2-_eXIKU/s320/DSC02548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; watching conference with dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/StAL0in_6OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/enLYJuF9d4E/s1600-h/DSC02455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390821751238158562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/StAL0in_6OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/enLYJuF9d4E/s320/DSC02455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't I looks so cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/StAL0Dt0MhI/AAAAAAAAAQg/eAGBTLX5QXk/s1600-h/DSC02417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390821742941057554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/StAL0Dt0MhI/AAAAAAAAAQg/eAGBTLX5QXk/s320/DSC02417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just after mom put me through the torture of the baby contest. Nope I didn't win. I know we were all shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/StALzqD2gvI/AAAAAAAAAQY/hNMbeAiRGt0/s1600-h/DSC02439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390821736054162162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/StALzqD2gvI/AAAAAAAAAQY/hNMbeAiRGt0/s320/DSC02439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another outdoor adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/StALy3CDPfI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ZvLZstel02Q/s1600-h/DSC02452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390821722356399602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/StALy3CDPfI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ZvLZstel02Q/s320/DSC02452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do we really have to go on another hike? I just want to go home. &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/1739068475989494176-8132497553725518990?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/8132497553725518990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=8132497553725518990' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/8132497553725518990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/8132497553725518990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2009/10/yes-were-still-alive.html' title='Yes we&apos;re still alive'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/StAL1CvcCmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/XKW2-_eXIKU/s72-c/DSC02548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-6243356624972643499</id><published>2009-08-31T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:23:47.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Spectacular Years Together!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SpwEvdzy9UI/AAAAAAAAAPg/L-Y1FsAJRug/s1600-h/DSC_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376177268675769666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SpwEvdzy9UI/AAAAAAAAAPg/L-Y1FsAJRug/s320/DSC_0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's my Mommy and Daddy's Anniversary today. They are so happy together! I think they've really ejoyed that last two years but I am pretty sure they would say that the last 4 months have been the best part! Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-6243356624972643499?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/6243356624972643499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=6243356624972643499' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/6243356624972643499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/6243356624972643499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-spectacular-years-together.html' title='Two Spectacular Years Together!'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SpwEvdzy9UI/AAAAAAAAAPg/L-Y1FsAJRug/s72-c/DSC_0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-7293177591530269129</id><published>2009-08-19T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:30:32.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabin Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think my parents have decided that they have to take me everywhere they can possibly think of in my first six months of life. So far I've done pretty good with the traveling but if they don't narrow it down a bit I might have to start complaining. A few weeks ago we went to our Great-Grandpa Hendrix's cabin at Twin Lakes in California. It was really beautiful up they. I got lugged around in that dang carrier thing, thank goodness my dad came up with the idea of letting me face out cause it gets pretty boring when all I can see is the shirt my face is smashed into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SoxO8gQPv7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MEAfaTbdW90/s1600-h/DSC02391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371755256903352242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SoxO8gQPv7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MEAfaTbdW90/s320/DSC02391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SoxO8DZprNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ZMsEOEezXOU/s1600-h/DSC02388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371755249158171858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SoxO8DZprNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ZMsEOEezXOU/s320/DSC02388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SoxO7lf_nuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/sdHKQBi_rSU/s1600-h/DSC02384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371755241131712226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SoxO7lf_nuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/sdHKQBi_rSU/s320/DSC02384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SoxO7FDlHlI/AAAAAAAAAO4/p6kTkz0N9dA/s1600-h/DSC02365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371755232422600274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SoxO7FDlHlI/AAAAAAAAAO4/p6kTkz0N9dA/s320/DSC02365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad, uncle Jeff and cousin Brice hicked to a mountain like one day to go fishing. It looks like it was a beautiful hike and lake. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371755271664576386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SoxO9XPmJ4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/2yd4IfRrbpY/s320/DSC02378.JPG" border="0" /&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/1739068475989494176-7293177591530269129?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/7293177591530269129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=7293177591530269129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/7293177591530269129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/7293177591530269129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2009/08/cabin-fever.html' title='Cabin Fever'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SoxO8gQPv7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MEAfaTbdW90/s72-c/DSC02391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-8650414315003617165</id><published>2009-08-19T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T11:26:24.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom is not very good at keeping this blog up to date so I am taking over. They take picture after picture after picture of me and I am going to make sure they don't go to waste. Now I can't promise that I'll do much better than mom cause my fingers and hands don't work so good right now but I'll at least try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These pictures were taken of me when I was just a week old by Mom's cousin Amy. They look good now but I wasn't so optomistic sitting out in the weeds with the cool breeze while they took pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SoxBZYrkXPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/FbkQYG2Z5aI/s1600-h/Adalynn_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371740359923883250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SoxBZYrkXPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/FbkQYG2Z5aI/s320/Adalynn_0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SoxBYDCM87I/AAAAAAAAAOo/bxocYWgB3ZE/s1600-h/Adalynn_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371740336933368754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SoxBYDCM87I/AAAAAAAAAOo/bxocYWgB3ZE/s320/Adalynn_0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SoxBXZUQOFI/AAAAAAAAAOg/-acJcGD0VCE/s1600-h/Adalynn_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371740325734791250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SoxBXZUQOFI/AAAAAAAAAOg/-acJcGD0VCE/s320/Adalynn_0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SoxBWvSlwXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IHcYF0aSVGg/s1600-h/Adalynn_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371740314453524850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SoxBWvSlwXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IHcYF0aSVGg/s320/Adalynn_0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-8650414315003617165?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/8650414315003617165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=8650414315003617165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/8650414315003617165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/8650414315003617165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-week-old.html' title='One Week Old'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SoxBZYrkXPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/FbkQYG2Z5aI/s72-c/Adalynn_0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-2345726871971785580</id><published>2009-07-09T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:40:44.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adalynn's first camping adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SlbXuygsFbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WwYi1ez-nO4/s1600-h/DSC02123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356706005636617650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SlbXuygsFbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WwYi1ez-nO4/s320/DSC02123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Adalynn&lt;/span&gt; stuffed in a Joe's Backpack. We were trying to see if this would work or if we needed to go buy a baby carrier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356705993302445826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SlbXuEj_jwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/XRi5qwcOido/s320/DSC02120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's just hanging out in h&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;er&lt;/span&gt; bouncy waiting for us to be ready to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356706013529493090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SlbXvP6fzmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ZYYPGZeKoJ0/s320/DSC02127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We went with the baby carrier. The back pack was too risky. In my hand I have one of those off clip-on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;repellent&lt;/span&gt; things, did not work at all but neither did the regular spry stuff with these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt; they were so bad, I've never seen that many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt; in my life and nothing could get rid of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SlbXuv5GFNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/slBPKDpkKXc/s1600-h/DSC02132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356706004933678290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SlbXuv5GFNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/slBPKDpkKXc/s320/DSC02132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To keep them off of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Adalynn&lt;/span&gt; we wrapped a blanket around her and the a bunch of tulle. It worked pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SlbVyDnD2AI/AAAAAAAAAMU/vczmltC6V2w/s1600-h/DSC02137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356703862743095298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SlbVyDnD2AI/AAAAAAAAAMU/vczmltC6V2w/s320/DSC02137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joe thought he'd try it out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356703871743623714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SlbVylI9AiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/btRLHC2Rkew/s320/DSC02145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;All bundled up for bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SlbVx8e6B7I/AAAAAAAAAMM/hMSOF6Na4M4/s1600-h/DSC02133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356703860829849522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SlbVx8e6B7I/AAAAAAAAAMM/hMSOF6Na4M4/s320/DSC02133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hanging out in the tent away from all the crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356730211450931730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SlbtvwMiyhI/AAAAAAAAANE/oViwYcpbOjc/s320/DSC02130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here we have Joe with just one of his brothers we didn't get the whole crew. We had lots of fun camping with all of Joe's family. The Brothers did some Mountain biking and I joined in a little too... I rode the bike when we were going down hill and hoped in the car when we were going up hill.&lt;br /&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-2345726871971785580?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/2345726871971785580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=2345726871971785580' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/2345726871971785580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/2345726871971785580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2009/07/adalynns-first-camping-adventure.html' title='Adalynn&apos;s first camping adventure'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SlbXuygsFbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WwYi1ez-nO4/s72-c/DSC02123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-3600802771840364345</id><published>2009-06-20T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T14:52:11.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need your addresses</title><content type='html'>I have decided I need to put together an address book / phone number book so if you could get me your address and number that would be great! If you are like me and think it is a little risky to leave it as a comment you can e-mail it to me at &lt;a href="mailto:jldry22@gmail.com"&gt;jldry22@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-3600802771840364345?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/3600802771840364345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=3600802771840364345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/3600802771840364345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/3600802771840364345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-need-you-addresses.html' title='I need your addresses'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-7713754031330566312</id><published>2009-06-16T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:46:40.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adalynn's Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SjgUVPbwxCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/GHxo9JcIQOw/s1600-h/ad2+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348046912655246370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SjgUVPbwxCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/GHxo9JcIQOw/s320/ad2+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348043044124990002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SjgQ0ECRmjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/UMB2zZU0Ra4/s320/DSC02044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Adalynn&lt;/span&gt; was blessed June 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. She wore the same dress that I was blessed in which I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; was kind of special. We also had lots of Family come for the blessing which made it even more special! Thank you everyone who came! &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the trip to Nevada and the blessing we were able to get 4 generation pictures with all of our grandparents that are still living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SjgQ1UEy5tI/AAAAAAAAALI/L1Y4AzVVwyA/s1600-h/DSC02015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348043065610397394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SjgQ1UEy5tI/AAAAAAAAALI/L1Y4AzVVwyA/s320/DSC02015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Adalynn&lt;/span&gt; With Grandma and Grandpa Hendrix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SjgQ1HG6ftI/AAAAAAAAALA/trKL-cbt09I/s1600-h/DSC02036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348043062129622738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SjgQ1HG6ftI/AAAAAAAAALA/trKL-cbt09I/s320/DSC02036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Adalynn&lt;/span&gt; With Grandma and Grandpa Workman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I think we need to redo this one cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Adalynn&lt;/span&gt; almost isn't even in the picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SjgQ0gbhDRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/1q_f4il4TWM/s1600-h/DSC02035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348043051747052818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SjgQ0gbhDRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/1q_f4il4TWM/s320/DSC02035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Adalynn&lt;/span&gt; With Granny and Grandpa Jones&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;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/1739068475989494176-7713754031330566312?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/7713754031330566312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=7713754031330566312' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/7713754031330566312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/7713754031330566312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2009/06/adalynns-blessing.html' title='Adalynn&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SjgUVPbwxCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/GHxo9JcIQOw/s72-c/ad2+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-1805739731558664734</id><published>2009-05-28T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T10:51:01.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adalynn's Firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/Sh7cHB2EScI/AAAAAAAAAI0/SoJFxEXWhfc/s1600-h/DSC01795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/Sh7cHB2EScI/AAAAAAAAAI0/SoJFxEXWhfc/s320/DSC01795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340948221420390850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/Sh7ahQJsPGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/lUXqMz2S1l0/s1600-h/DSC01796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/Sh7ahQJsPGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/lUXqMz2S1l0/s320/DSC01796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340946472914140258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/Sh7aG6uLKXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/dr1b7q_H1js/s1600-h/DSC01802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/Sh7aG6uLKXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/dr1b7q_H1js/s320/DSC01802.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340946020484983154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Family Home Evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/Sh7Zx7Zay3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/FQYjjL1OqBU/s1600-h/DSC01789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/Sh7Zx7Zay3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/FQYjjL1OqBU/s320/DSC01789.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340945659889109874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/Sh7ZaI2bihI/AAAAAAAAAIE/p_XgTZSXDqc/s1600-h/DSC01805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/Sh7ZaI2bihI/AAAAAAAAAIE/p_XgTZSXDqc/s320/DSC01805.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340945251183594002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SiQTZGjrIyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rATxNsh_xuI/s1600-h/DSC01886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SiQTZGjrIyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rATxNsh_xuI/s320/DSC01886.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342416379946148642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SiQTY6eVklI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oOOP-9NM5sM/s1600-h/DSC01964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SiQTY6eVklI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oOOP-9NM5sM/s320/DSC01964.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342416376702538322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SiQQT1OmhyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Hgzwn8lkfhI/s1600-h/DSC01950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SiQQT1OmhyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Hgzwn8lkfhI/s320/DSC01950.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342412990860134178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SiQQTHJoQUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/oxR2ZhomexU/s1600-h/DSC01920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SiQQTHJoQUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/oxR2ZhomexU/s320/DSC01920.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342412978491244866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SiQQS6ewP0I/AAAAAAAAAJU/Xn11bWSCRvw/s1600-h/DSC01872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SiQQS6ewP0I/AAAAAAAAAJU/Xn11bWSCRvw/s320/DSC01872.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342412975090188098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SiQQSnA9ODI/AAAAAAAAAJM/e2GiWk4Tf2A/s1600-h/DSC01877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SiQQSnA9ODI/AAAAAAAAAJM/e2GiWk4Tf2A/s320/DSC01877.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342412969864935474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Road Trip (to weddings in Oakland and Reno as well as some exploring in San Fransico)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-1805739731558664734?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/1805739731558664734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=1805739731558664734' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/1805739731558664734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/1805739731558664734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2009/05/adalynns-firsts.html' title='Adalynn&apos;s Firsts'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/Sh7cHB2EScI/AAAAAAAAAI0/SoJFxEXWhfc/s72-c/DSC01795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-1623553536658512534</id><published>2009-05-08T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:58:10.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcing Adalynn Dryden's Arrival</title><content type='html'>Born at 7:17 am on 5/5/09 she's our cinco de mayo baby so we get to look forward to yearly fiesta's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SgSUyFw2LNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jWfph-xhyj0/s1600-h/DSC01695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SgSUyFw2LNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jWfph-xhyj0/s320/DSC01695.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333551446974934226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She weighed 8lbs 4oz and was 19in long.&lt;br /&gt;We had an exciting time getting her here. About 1:00 am Tuesday I started to bleed really bad and a lot. My thought was I don't know what is going on but this doesn't look good. So we headed to the hospital to get things checked out. The bleeding seemed under control and I was dilated to a 4 so the Doctor decided to just start me and get the baby here. I was a bit nervous but ready for the baby to come at the same time. A few hours later some small contractions had started so I was to the point of being uncomfortable but not in a ton of pain, but then I started hemorrhaging pretty bad so the Doctor decided we'd better get the baby out so we could stop the bleeding. Losing that much blood had worried me but when he said we had to do an emergency c-section I just wanted to burst into tears. I really didn't was to have a c-section it just sounded scary. But I knew there was not much option at this point so I decided I better get myself under control and not make things worse. The nurses were great as was the anaesthesiologist, they really helped make me feel comfortable and safe, in the very scary and rushed situation. The anaesthesiologist did a spinal block that numbed me from the chest down, and then they wheeled me into the surgery room. Joe put scrubs on and and was able to be right beside me the whole time. There was a sheet blocking my view of them cutting me open thank goodness but I can't express the joy in hearing her cry and then the excitement of seeing her beautiful face, I noticed right away the small dimple in her chin which comes from my dad. I couldn't help but cry a bit in the excitement of it all. She was so perfect and beautiful and thus far I hadn't had to go through much pain to get her here just some fear and a ton of blood loss, between 1500 and 2000 cc's or about 8 or more cups of blood. I spent the next couple of days in the hospital recovering and enjoying the yummy food and them sticking me with needles I was so glad to get out of there last night. We learned that the cord was pretty tight around her neck a couple of times and under her arm so the Doctor said had things worked out for her to come vaginally we most likely would have run into problems and had to do a c-section anyways so we were so so blessed that things worked out the way they did the worst part of the whole thing was staying in the hospital so long and these dang staples in my tummy, oh and choosing a name for her. But I have to give the credit of the blessing to Joe because all of my complaining the week before and being frustrated with pregnancy and the lack of faith I was having didn't deserve much, So it was all thanks to Joe's patience with me and his faith in the Lord that we were able to be so blessed. And we are now home and loving life with our sweet little Adalynn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SgSqqi2HQVI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ioeL1DFvY88/s1600-h/DSC01713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SgSqqi2HQVI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ioeL1DFvY88/s320/DSC01713.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333575506598510930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SgSoOcV-jhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nuqlTadqim8/s1600-h/DSC01698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SgSoOcV-jhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nuqlTadqim8/s320/DSC01698.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333572824793517586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SgSoO_ZOm_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/chM4QYz5yRg/s1600-h/DSC01764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SgSoO_ZOm_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/chM4QYz5yRg/s320/DSC01764.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333572834202393586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SgSoOlkUE6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/LUdAqpMimDc/s1600-h/DSC01758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SgSoOlkUE6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/LUdAqpMimDc/s320/DSC01758.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333572827269567394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SgSpDEHQfNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/cm23mTFGtd0/s1600-h/DSC01769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SgSpDEHQfNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/cm23mTFGtd0/s320/DSC01769.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333573728822394066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-1623553536658512534?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/1623553536658512534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=1623553536658512534' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/1623553536658512534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/1623553536658512534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2009/05/announcing-adalynn-drydens-arrival.html' title='Announcing Adalynn Dryden&apos;s Arrival'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SgSUyFw2LNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jWfph-xhyj0/s72-c/DSC01695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-2050480980825521376</id><published>2009-03-09T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:51:22.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Bump Pictures</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I am doing this but here are some prego pics.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SbV3ZPM-ViI/AAAAAAAAAG8/oQMWDvj0gQs/s1600-h/DSC01639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SbV3ZPM-ViI/AAAAAAAAAG8/oQMWDvj0gQs/s320/DSC01639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311282611014751778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe is using all of the effort he has to push his belly out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SbV3FAYIyTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5oMIJH3W6LE/s1600-h/DSC01636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SbV3FAYIyTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5oMIJH3W6LE/s320/DSC01636.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311282263437658418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking a bunch of pictures I decided I won't ever think I look cute in any of them so this is what you get. Why do we think we need to post pregnant pictures of ourselves anyways?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SbV2w7wurXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NuzfBaDtPPA/s1600-h/DSC01632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SbV2w7wurXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NuzfBaDtPPA/s320/DSC01632.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311281918601244018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how come pregnat people look so cute untill its you that is the one thats pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't everyone comment saying "Oh i think you look so cute," its not going to make me feel better. My Mom took me shopping the other day for some clothes and that helped me to finally start facing the fact that I am looking pregnant. I have been in denial for a while now. But I know I need to look at this getting bigger thing as a good thing cause it just means the baby is growing and healthy, which I am very happy about. And we were able to find some cute things to wear which was fun. Oh yeah if you read the last couple of posts I am doing fine now I have been off of bed rest for a week or so now which has been nice. I am feeling great and everything is looking just fine. I just can't believe that I only have 2 months left before this baby is expected to arrive! The time has gone by really fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-2050480980825521376?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/2050480980825521376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=2050480980825521376' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/2050480980825521376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/2050480980825521376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-know-why-i-am-doing-this-but.html' title='Baby Bump Pictures'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SbV3ZPM-ViI/AAAAAAAAAG8/oQMWDvj0gQs/s72-c/DSC01639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-3409730042339320954</id><published>2009-02-23T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:29:18.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband Tag</title><content type='html'>I've seen this tag a few times, thought it was time for a new post and this seemed like a good one. Especially as my appreciation for my Husband has grown 100 times greater now that he has to wait on me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SaLum0Y_ceI/AAAAAAAAAGc/28sD4acfsw8/s1600-h/joe+river+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SaLum0Y_ceI/AAAAAAAAAGc/28sD4acfsw8/s320/joe+river+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306065661661770210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is his name? Joseph William Dryden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who eats more? I eat more at breakfast and he eats more a Dinner. But we'll say he eats more on average just to make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who said "I love you" first? I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who is taller? Joe is by just a couple of inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is smarter? Definitely he is by a long shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who is more sensitive? He can be kind of sensitive, but so can I so I guess it depends on the situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who does the laundry? I do for the most part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Looking at the bed he does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who pays the bills? He earns the money to pay the bills and I write the checks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who cooks more? Until this bed rest thing I did. But he's keeping busy with that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What meals do you cook together? The ones where he is home when I am cooking and is not trying to get something else done or ready to go somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is more stubborn? I'd say he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who is the first to admit they are wrong? I think we are both actually pretty good at admitting when we are wrong. It may take some time but we eventually come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who has more siblings? We are both the 3rd of Seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who wears the pants in the relationship? That's a good question I guess it probably depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you like to do together? Everything except probably hunting. I am not to into going hunting with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who eats more sweets? That would be me for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Guilty pleasures? His? I don't really know. Probably buying the most expensive of just about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How did you meet? Cookie Night. On Sunday nights while I was going to BYU-I my parents would have a cookie night. Me and my roommates would go and we'd bring along anyone else who wanted to come along. My roommate Kim's fiance Trent invited his roommates and Joe just happened to be one of them. My other roommates thought he was quite the guy and two of them were actually fighting over him. I thought he seemed nice and was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who asked out who first? Well to continue on with the story the semester ended and Joe went to work in Jackson Wyoming. And I was living at home getting ready to go on my Mission. Well Joe, Me and my roommate Tara (one of my roommates that liked him) decided we would All drive down to Boise together for Kim and Trents reception. We all had a ton of Fun. And then after that Joe would come down and visit me on the weekends. So basically there was no asking anyone out we just started hinging out and that was the beginning of our happily ever after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who kissed who first? We'd been "hanging out" for about 2 months and would joke a lot about kissing and me filling my canteen before the mission. So while we were both a little serious in our joking we we're not sure if the other one was. But while alone at a scenic lookout in Jackson Wy and after some "leaning" on my part Joe finally kissed by. I Don't think I have ever seen him or anyone else for that matter that nervous, I just had to help him out a bit, hence the leaning. Oh and the funniest part was that it was seriously just a peck and that was it, we went back to the car. Only cause our we were with Kim and Trent and Trent kept texting us telling us to hurry up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Who proposed? Joe did in the exact same spot where we had our first kiss. While he was nervous with the proposal he still wasn't near as nervous as with the first kiss. I think he had a better idea of what the outcome would be with the proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. His best features? I LOVE his blue eyes! And i think the dark hair adds a lot to them. When I was little I said I wanted to marry someone with dark hair and blue eyes. I also Love his smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What are his greatest qualities? He is so determined in living the Gospel and keeping his covenants and I love that! He works extremely hard and does his best at whatever he sets his mind to. He respects me. And he makes me laugh. He really is just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you have the desire to brag about how great your husband is feel free to copy these questions into your blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-3409730042339320954?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/3409730042339320954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=3409730042339320954' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/3409730042339320954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/3409730042339320954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2009/02/husband-tag.html' title='Husband Tag'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SaLum0Y_ceI/AAAAAAAAAGc/28sD4acfsw8/s72-c/joe+river+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-6348428370570619836</id><published>2009-02-16T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:18:12.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite the Valentines day!</title><content type='html'>Sorry its so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SZmtajo6P4I/AAAAAAAAAGM/hfQqGi7gI4g/s1600-h/DSC01616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SZmtajo6P4I/AAAAAAAAAGM/hfQqGi7gI4g/s320/DSC01616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303460707960504194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines Day started out well. Joe went to Work for a couple hours in the Morning and came home for breakfast with a beautiful rose for me and a picture of us in a beautiful frame he made. It made my morning, then I went and helped him work on a few things at the shop for a few hours (this wasn't my idea of an exciting valentines day activity but we need the money so what can you do. We then went to the temple which is always nice and when we got home Joe made me a Really Yummy meal. I was quite impressed! And started thinking he needs to cook more often. We'll sadly I think I got my wish. That night we went to bad and I woke up about 2:30 and discovered that my pasts where all wet. When I got to the bathroom I realized it was what I would describe as watered down blood and I thought, this really doesn't look good. After I got myself cleaned up a bit I woke Joe up and told him we needed to change the sheets. We did and then I called my mommy (at 3 something in the morning, sorry, but hey that's what moms are for right.) She said I should probably get to the hospital And after some debating I decided to call my doctor who said he'd meet me at the hospital shortly. From what I had told the doctor he was a little worried that my water may have broken. If this was the case they would have to get me to Ogden but he reassured me that with the baby at 28 at weeks and the technology we have the baby would have a very good chance of survival. At that point I got a little worried and Joe was scared to death. Joe gave me a blessing of comport just before we left to the hospital and It really helped a lot! I was quited calm and sure everything would be OK the whole time. They ran some tests checked me and did an Ultra-sound to check my fluids and make sure there was no amniotic fluid coming out. And the gave me a steroid shot in the bumb to held the baby's lungs develop just in case she was on her way sooner that expected. After checking everything they discovered that my fluids were good and the was not sign of amniotic fluid coming out. They also discovered that the placenta was low and right next to the cervix which would explain the blood. I was still bleeding so the Doctor wanted to keep me there and continue monitoring me and the baby. So after one long sleepless night for both Joe and me I was hoping to be able to go home and get some good rest. I was quite bumbed when they informed me that the doctor wanted to keep me there all day and maybe until the next morning. So I spent Sunday in the hospital eating yummy hospital food and getting my belly rubbed with jelly so they could monitor the baby every few hours. It was quite the experience and I was just hoping the doctor would let me go home that night so I could sleep in my own bed. The bleeding throughout the day got less and less and they checked my fluids again that evening and since things were looking better I was able to go home around 10:30 pm. and boy was it nice to sleep in my own bed. Now the reason that I think I got my wish about Joe cooking is that while the Doctor let me go home he put me on bed rest for the next week or two. I've only been up a few hours and i am already sick of this bed rest thing. But I decided I had better be good because I really don't was to go back to the hospital. So if you have any suggestions on good books or movies or any sort of activity I can do while sitting or laying Please, Please let me know. But I am doing fine really! I feel great I just have to take it easy so that all will continue to go well. So that was our fun weekend. And i just have to brag about how wonderful my husband is! He has been so concerned and so good to me. The first thing he did after we got the sheets changed was drop to his knees and I don't know how many other times I noticed him bowing his head in prayer and It just made me feel so lucky to have such a great example in my life. He is just too good to be true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-6348428370570619836?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/6348428370570619836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=6348428370570619836' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/6348428370570619836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/6348428370570619836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2009/02/quite-valentines-day.html' title='Quite the Valentines day!'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SZmtajo6P4I/AAAAAAAAAGM/hfQqGi7gI4g/s72-c/DSC01616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-2016543077375919746</id><published>2008-12-30T13:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:12:56.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SVqW-ZwbzWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uU5CmfKBRH4/s1600-h/Ultrasound4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SVqW-ZwbzWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uU5CmfKBRH4/s320/Ultrasound4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285703111482789218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our most recent Ultra-sound revealed to us that we will be having a baby girl come May. She will be the first grandchild on Joe's side and the 7th Granddaughter on my side. My family was hoping for the first grandson but we are all pretty excited for another girl.  The radiologist said that if its a boy he's gonna have some problems. He also said that everything looks good and that she is growing and developing properly which is so nice to hear. We are really getting excited! I can recognize now when I feel her kicking which is pretty cool and Joe is just getting anxious for when he can feel her kick also. My Christmas present to me was going and buying an outfit for our little girl. There are way too many cute baby clothes out there, but here is the one I picked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SVqdkMOYzqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qAV0cVfvYRk/s1600-h/DSC01610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SVqdkMOYzqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qAV0cVfvYRk/s320/DSC01610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285710357755121314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had people bugging me about posting a picture of me looking all prego. I really have no desire to take a picture of me standing there with my belly looking all big and fat. I don't know why maybe just cause I think I look fat not pregnant. So here is a family picture we took the Saturday after Christmas and it has a pretty good shot of my belly. That's as good as its going to get for now and maybe when I look more pregnant and not just fat I'll post a belly shot. But we'll have to see cause that is just awkward. While I'm at it I'll just post some pics. of the awesome Christmas we celebrated with my family. We had such a blast this year with everyone home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SVqhkLzDHxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QbBZNThFe3g/s1600-h/4069edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SVqhkLzDHxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QbBZNThFe3g/s320/4069edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285714755686965010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before we went upstairs to see if Santa actually came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SVqkSL0qU5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/WkSIgJhUOok/s1600-h/DSC01567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SVqkSL0qU5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/WkSIgJhUOok/s320/DSC01567.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285717744990966674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cute nieces playing with their gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SVqlc7AYFYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/LZchFAf9Hw4/s1600-h/DSC01568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SVqlc7AYFYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/LZchFAf9Hw4/s320/DSC01568.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285719028966888834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad and Mom are going to Hawaii in January. My Dad decided to model some of his presents... and dance in the snow. We were all laughing so had! This made Christmas for all of us I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SVqmWFvrt3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/hcA0-dDvBaY/s1600-h/DSC01575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SVqmWFvrt3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/hcA0-dDvBaY/s200/DSC01575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285720011102205810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SVqokp9_v2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/8REZ4HVRgPY/s1600-h/DSC01577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SVqokp9_v2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/8REZ4HVRgPY/s200/DSC01577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285722460367339362" /&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;The ginger bread house we all spent hours working on. We had a blast getting creative with this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SVqqgFjTT-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/zq6M3cSiYTM/s1600-h/DSC01588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SVqqgFjTT-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/zq6M3cSiYTM/s320/DSC01588.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285724580895477730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SVqrgz_fk0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/y4J-QrSbdu8/s1600-h/DSC01596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SVqrgz_fk0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/y4J-QrSbdu8/s320/DSC01596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285725692873380674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SVqssyADahI/AAAAAAAAAF4/IHFyLd7lFPI/s1600-h/DSC01582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SVqssyADahI/AAAAAAAAAF4/IHFyLd7lFPI/s320/DSC01582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285726998008916498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SVqtbEVC4xI/AAAAAAAAAGA/z9wjxKpdPh0/s1600-h/DSC01593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SVqtbEVC4xI/AAAAAAAAAGA/z9wjxKpdPh0/s320/DSC01593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285727793202782994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-2016543077375919746?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/2016543077375919746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=2016543077375919746' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/2016543077375919746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/2016543077375919746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-girl.html' title='Its a Girl!'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SVqW-ZwbzWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uU5CmfKBRH4/s72-c/Ultrasound4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-7433527063105412527</id><published>2008-11-09T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:46:12.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Need for Something More.</title><content type='html'>Well Joe and I decided that there was something missing from our blog that seems to make all other blogs more fun and exciting to view. We decided that to get people to check out our blog once in a while we needed something more, so... we decided it was time to add a new member to our family. As of May 9th (roughly) you can plan on a more exciting blog with pictures of our little baby. OK so the Blog really had nothing to do with our decision as I am sure you all can figure out, but we are expecting and really excited about it! And a bit frightened too. I am about 14 weeks along and I can't complain cause its gone really well so far. I haven't been sick at all really, just feel a little weird sometimes. I get worried sometimes because I am now responsible for the health and well being of a delicate little life, that's scary! But so far all is going well and we are just praying that all will continue to go well. So if you think about it pray for us too. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-7433527063105412527?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/7433527063105412527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=7433527063105412527' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/7433527063105412527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/7433527063105412527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2008/11/need-for-something-more.html' title='The Need for Something More.'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-4947273572062507987</id><published>2008-11-07T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T07:39:58.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Walk</title><content type='html'>Well North Logan puts on this thing called the Pumpkin Walk, each year they have a theme, this year it was Hero's, and people from the community create scenes or poeple with pumpkins, gords, and squash. It is amazing what they do. Our favorite was Noah's Ark. They did an amazing job on this one. We also liked one that was a farm scene. We were amazed by the creativity of these people. So if you are ever in Logan around Halloween you've got to see this. Its awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f4.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2594073385381874164&amp;amp;site=widget-f4.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385381874164&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f4.slide.com/p1/2594073385381874164/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385381874164&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f4.slide.com/p2/2594073385381874164/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2594073385381874164&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f4.slide.com/p4/2594073385381874164/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1739068475989494176-4947273572062507987?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/4947273572062507987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=4947273572062507987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/4947273572062507987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/4947273572062507987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2008/11/pumpkin-walk_07.html' title='Pumpkin Walk'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-9045989473718261268</id><published>2008-10-01T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:51:11.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a New Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Man this whole keeping up with the blog isn't as easy as I thought it would be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well its starting to get cold we froze all of our garden, (which I am not to sad about cause I was getting pretty sick of garden food) and today it snowed. This colder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weather&lt;/span&gt; makes me sad to see the summer go. Joe And I had a lot of fun this summer, Here are a few of the things we did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256449583281060738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SPKpC883u4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/5iXJmo6e1U4/s320/DSCN3212.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Joe Took my family down the Salmon River in June when it we pretty high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256450688767987746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SPKqDTNfkCI/AAAAAAAAADA/Vzqdr4LcG_U/s320/1368000-R1-E007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We really had a Lot of Fun even though we lost my Mom and Scott at the end of this rapid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256452498933875202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SPKrsqmrAgI/AAAAAAAAADI/i_gLEuWFV1A/s320/Jackson+Hole+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In July we went camping with my Cousin Laurie and her Husband Bryce in Jackson Hole. We took a scenic float down the Snake River with the company Joe use to work for. It was quite relaxing and enjoyable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256454519764199794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SPKtiSyKqXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SskCgVLD8Uk/s320/DSC01254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Picture&lt;/span&gt; of the Tetons the Joe took on the River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256455739800516818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SPKupTxfeNI/AAAAAAAAADY/pQrhtAwDgUE/s320/102_2509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Also In July Joe and I Graduated wit&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;h our ba&lt;/span&gt;chelors from Brigham Young University Idaho. I finished my degr&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ee in Univ&lt;/span&gt;ersity Studies in April and we Moved to Preston Were Joe Did his internship to finish up his degree in Applied Management, and we were able to "walk" in July. It is nice to be done with school but sad to be away from friends and li&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fe in R&lt;/span&gt;exburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256458746676653186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SPKxYVQoLII/AAAAAAAAADg/4NxSpej8p18/s320/DSCF1440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Another Day of Whitewater Rafting in August down the Snake River with Elaine and her kids. We really had too much fun on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256459662517561602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SPKyNpCHaQI/AAAAAAAAADo/Wzi-YVTnTMM/s320/DSCF1444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here we've got Garrett pulling Miles back into the raft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also In August we h&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ad to oppor&lt;/span&gt;tunity to go to my br&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;other &lt;/span&gt;Scotts wedding in the Salt Lake Temple and the the next week to My cousin Cody's in the Reno Temple. In was so sweet to see them both sealed in the temple! Sadly we don't have any pictures. I was able to do the flower&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;s for &lt;/span&gt;Scotts wedding and they turned out really beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256462742224407826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SPK1A51cjRI/AAAAAAAAADw/smZJoNavpbw/s320/DSC01347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;August 31st we celebrated our 1 year anniversary together and went to Salt Lake to do a session there and then out to dinner, It was a really nice day. Then my brother told us about this really good door buster sale for Labor day and we had him get us these couches. So we finally bought couches after a ye&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ar of borr&lt;/span&gt;owing. We love having couches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sep&lt;/span&gt;tember kept us busy working. Joe is building &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cabinets With his dad and they are a little behind on there work so Joe has been working hard there. A&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;s for me home&lt;/span&gt;coming and, sadly, people passing away ke&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pt us ext&lt;/span&gt;remely busy at the flower shop where I am working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256467803738547074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SPK5nhcdI4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/dvhX8FegK2A/s320/DSC01390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This Past week Joe's brother Charles got married in the Bountiful Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256469425095118114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SPK7F5d_DSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LVFe9mbSKCg/s320/DSC01417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had fun being a part of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day at the Temple was a nice day but it didn't take long for it to turn cold and now we are sitting in our l&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ittle apa&lt;/span&gt;rtment with the heater cranked up sad to see those nice summer days full of rafting and weddings gone for the next 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-9045989473718261268?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/9045989473718261268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=9045989473718261268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/9045989473718261268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/9045989473718261268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-and-new-post.html' title='Finally a New Post!!'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SPKpC883u4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/5iXJmo6e1U4/s72-c/DSCN3212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-6814215979966462659</id><published>2008-09-11T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:46:36.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Tagged!</title><content type='html'>I just got tagged by two different people so I'll do them both and if you have time enjoy it all if you'er just not that interested just read a few as you scroll to the bottom to see if I tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TagRules: list 3 joys, 3 fears, 3 current goals, 3 current obsessions, and 3 random facts about yourself. Then tag at least 5 people at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Joys:&lt;br /&gt;1) A free hour to just sit and read a book&lt;br /&gt;2) Talking and Laughing with Joe&lt;br /&gt;3) Seeing your family and friends making good choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Fears:&lt;br /&gt;1) Joe dying on me while were still young (I know thats a sad one but I'm really afraid of that)&lt;br /&gt;2) Giving Birth&lt;br /&gt;3) Being poor forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Current Goals:&lt;br /&gt;1) Not spend so much on gas this month&lt;br /&gt;2) Get my primary class to remember to read their scriptures every week&lt;br /&gt;3) Be more kind and patient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Current Obsessions:&lt;br /&gt;1) blogging&lt;br /&gt;2) sleeping (or the desire to)&lt;br /&gt;3) brushing my teath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Random Facts About Myself:&lt;br /&gt;1) I couldn't carry a tune if my life depended on in&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm scaired of the dark&lt;br /&gt;3) I HATE all the big spiders in our apartment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY THREE FAVORITE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the last three things you purchased?&lt;br /&gt;1. Bullets so Joe can go hunting&lt;br /&gt;2. Jars for canning&lt;br /&gt;3. Groceries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your three favorite movies?&lt;br /&gt;1. Cars&lt;br /&gt;2. Return to Me&lt;br /&gt;3. One Fine Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are three things you have not done yet?&lt;br /&gt;1. Had a kind&lt;br /&gt;2. Been on a cruse&lt;br /&gt;3. Live in a place big enough for all of our stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What three things can you not live without?&lt;br /&gt;1. My Hubby&lt;br /&gt;2. Our bed&lt;br /&gt;3. Chocolate (I'm with both of you, Ang and Amber on this and probably every girl that gets tagged!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your three favorite dishes?&lt;br /&gt;1. Tri-tip&lt;br /&gt;2. Baked Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;3. Watermelon (does that count as a dish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your three favorite TV shows?&lt;br /&gt;1. What ever is on when I have a few minutes to turn on the TV&lt;br /&gt;2. Those judge/court shows are pretty funny sometimes&lt;br /&gt;3. The news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the last three places you have traveled to?&lt;br /&gt;1. Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;2. Fallon&lt;br /&gt;3. Jackson Hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your three favorite desserts?&lt;br /&gt;1. Pink Lemonaid Ice Cream Dessert&lt;br /&gt;2. Stewberry Shortcake&lt;br /&gt;3. Score Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are three things you would buy if money was not an issue?&lt;br /&gt;1. A House&lt;br /&gt;2. A truck for Joe and a car for me&lt;br /&gt;3. Clothing that actually look good on me (if thats possiable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could have three wishes, what would they be?&lt;br /&gt;1. Never have to worry about money&lt;br /&gt;2. That my kids will be healthy&lt;br /&gt;3. No more dishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Laurie, Mandy and Lindsay (You can choose just one of the tag sets if you want.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739068475989494176-6814215979966462659?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/6814215979966462659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=6814215979966462659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/6814215979966462659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/6814215979966462659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-got-tagged.html' title='I Got Tagged!'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-8423263160018315701</id><published>2008-09-04T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:26:13.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Wonderful Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SMBn-nW-zcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Mm27pw5Hvew/s1600-h/DSC_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242304291674181058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SMBn-nW-zcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Mm27pw5Hvew/s320/DSC_0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated our first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anniversary&lt;/span&gt; just last Sunday. The time really has just flown by and we've really enjoyed this past year together. We started an anniversary tradition, which may only last our first one but hopefully not because we are really excited about it. We decided it would be fun to try and go to a different temple every year for our anniversary. So we started out with the Salt Lake Temple. It is a beautiful temple, and got us really excited for the ones to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243857641763023362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SMXsvfYAqgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Jl2NetnM6og/s320/DSC01331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SMXrrKJJ92I/AAAAAAAAABs/zdKH9ax4V2A/s1600-h/DSC01331.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/1739068475989494176-8423263160018315701?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/8423263160018315701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=8423263160018315701' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/8423263160018315701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/8423263160018315701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-wonderful-year.html' title='One Wonderful Year'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SMBn-nW-zcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Mm27pw5Hvew/s72-c/DSC_0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739068475989494176.post-6578204304542208806</id><published>2008-09-03T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:00:36.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dryden Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/SL9B48l20UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x_cPd6SO16A/s1600-h/DSC01252.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Here I go, I'm going to try out the new (maybe not so new) fad of blogging. This should be interesting because I have no idea what I am doing. Enjoy!!&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/1739068475989494176-6578204304542208806?l=joenlisadryden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/feeds/6578204304542208806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739068475989494176&amp;postID=6578204304542208806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/6578204304542208806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739068475989494176/posts/default/6578204304542208806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joenlisadryden.blogspot.com/2008/09/dryden-family.html' title='Dryden Family'/><author><name>Dryden's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199985216641546713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_115wwL4Ur5I/TEXolN0renI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cn74UOT10NE/S220/D16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
