<?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-3318980349942052035</id><updated>2012-01-29T22:29:01.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STACI</title><subtitle type='html'>I grew up in a small town in Nevada. I moved to Las Vegas when I graduated from high school. I have lived here since except for the 18 months I spent on a mission in Montana. I am a Dental Assistant, and I love what I do. I love the people and helping them with their smiles. I love volleyball, taking pictures, traveling, and being with my family.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-1193613816915053879</id><published>2010-05-26T13:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T13:42:51.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/S_2HuemwW2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/562VL-eoCSk/s1600/0521001918%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475681954511739746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/S_2HuemwW2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/562VL-eoCSk/s320/0521001918%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3318980349942052035-1193613816915053879?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/1193613816915053879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=1193613816915053879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/1193613816915053879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/1193613816915053879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2010/05/picture.html' title='Picture'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/S_2HuemwW2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/562VL-eoCSk/s72-c/0521001918%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-574112414470236434</id><published>2010-05-26T11:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T15:12:03.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG and Overdue update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow! Where has the time gone? I cant believe I missed a whole year! A lot has happened so I will see if I can catch up quickly. well maybe not quickly I have a lot. Sorry it will be long but I needed to say it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Job- going great. In 2008 I was hired by Pacific Dental Services as a Lead Assistant at Alexander Dental Group. It was a huge change from previous offices this being supported by a corporation. After adjusting I was getting into the swing of things when I heard that our offices was getting a CAD/CAM machine(makes crowns in one day). I had experience in this when working at Dr. Songs and I was so excited. I told the Office manager that we needed to go to as many trainings as possible before we got the machine to make sure that we were ready to use it. We signed up for this study club and 3 of my assistants, a doctor and I attended the class. The class was big and the instructor didnt have a lot of time so I pulled my office together and did my own training to make sure they learned something. The trainer told my regional manager that I should be the Las Vegas CAD/CAM trainer. Yay!!! So I flew back and forth to California doing trainings and working in offices. I loved training. Then my regional hired some new Lead Assistants at different offices and sent me out to train them. I was now only working 2 days a week at my office and the rest at other offices. At the end of the year the DA trainer from California contacted me saying they were making a position in the Las Vegas region for a Back Floor trainer and asked if I would be interested. YESSS!!!! I have always loved the training part of my job. So starting in Feb 2010 you are looking at the Pacific Dental Services Las Vegas Regional Back Floor Trainer. I love it. We have 12 offices in Las Vegas and I travel to all of them. every day I am doing something different. One day I could be training a doctor, the next OSHA auditing an office, the next helping a assistant, then teaching a class on assisting or the CAD/CAM machine. It is so great. I am so grateful for my trial in 2008 that I thought was the end. Heavenly Father knows us so well. I know that I would have never left Dr. Songs office unless I was forced. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Church- I am still in the North Star ward. Last August I was called as the 1st counc. in the Relief Society Pres. Needless to say it has kept me extremely busy. The pres is moving next month and we are getting released this sunday. I have a mix of emotions about it. but I know that it is what is best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family- this year has been a busy year from the family. On March 6th 2010 my big little brother Skyler married his best friend Brittany. We all love her so much. In fact when they started dating we told Skyler if they broke up we got her. On March 20th 2010 my little sister Danielle married her best friend Justin James. We are excited for these new additions to our family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to my last update. On March 8th I was putting lotion on my neck and I noticed that one side had a lump on it. I am slightly crazy but every day I have patients that have had cancer or have and every training I go to they talk about all the carcinogens that are in our office including being exposed to amounts of radiation. Immediately my mind went crazy. I was training a new doctor that day. When I was in their office I asked the Owner doctor to look at it. he felt it and said that it seemed like it was around my thyroid but it could be a muscle with a knot. He said he would try to get a massage to see if it helped. That night I called a friend in my ward and asked if she would give me a massage. I was very lucky that she was able to come the next night. The massage was great. when she got to my neck she grabbed the lump and asked if it hurt. I said no and she said that means it is not a muscle and I needed to get it checked out. the next day I saw my primary physician who said that it does look like it is the thyroid and because of the size I might have to get it removed but I needed to get it tested. that weekend I had my brother and Brother in law nick give me a blessing. After blood draws, ultrasound, and a needle biopsy I was told I needed to see a Ear Nose and throat specialist to have it removed. I asked the High council member that was assigned to our ward who happens to be a anesthesiologist if he knew anyone. He gave me the name of a Doctor that he had done work with and was good. I called the doctor and had my consultation. In the consultation he explained that the size of the mass on my thyroid one was 5 cm and the other was 1.5 cm. He explained that anything greater than 3cm they have to remove and even though my biopsy test came back negative there still was a chance it was cancerous. He then scheduled my surgery fro May 21st on that day I was going to have my left thyroid removed and if it came back cancerous then the right would have to be removed also. I then talked to my friend that referred me to the ENT if he would be able to do the anesthesia. He said that he was moving and that would be close to his last day but he would try to do it. Through everything everyone would ask if I was nervous and I would explain that I wasnt really. I had received a blessing and knew that whatever was going to happen would. Also I felt at ease knowing that I trusted the person that was putting me under. I just wanted it to be over. It was a long month waiting from the surgery to happen. On may 20th Brother brathwaite called me and said that he was doing my anesthesia and asked if I had questions. No questions just grateful he would be in there. May 21st I had to be at the hospital by 9 am. Amber and nick came down to take me because my mom was sick. Skyler and Nick gave me a blessing that everything would be OK. I was a little nervous knowing that most likely they would be running behind and I would have to sit there and wait. On the way up the hospital called asking if I was able to come early because the surgery before me canceled. How lucky am I, all that know me I am not a very patient person. I walked int hey took me back immediately we I got all hooked up with my pretty gown on. Dr. (Brother) Braithwaite came in asked if I had concerns- Just dont chip my teeth!!! We joked a little he met my sister. The entire time I am feeling good about this knowing I was in good hands. The Doctor came out and talked to us about the surgery. explained that it should only take about 1-2 hours. explained that I would have to stay in the hospital and that everything was going to be good. My doctor didnt have the best sense of humor but I would still joke with him. I tried to get him to take pictures and he wouldnt. Next they came in and started giving me my sleepy juice and Amber went to the waiting room and the wheeled me off. I was talking to Dr Braithwait in the halls on the way to the room. As soon as we got in the room I was OUT!!!! The next thing I remember was them telling me I was done and I asked what time it was 4:30!!!! OH MY GOSH!!! The surgery took longer than expected. I saw Dr. Braithwait and Dr. Lomax. My sister Amber came in and started crying which made me tear up. What the heck. She said she was really worried. I dont remember it all that much. I was really out of it. I spent the next few hours down in recovery waiting for a room. Man I felt loopy. I was in and out of it. trying to keep my eyes open. Heather got there to relieve Amber from all the stress she had that day. they wouldnt let my nephews in to see me yet. Ryder and Max kept waving to me from the window. I finally got into a room. Heather, Amber, Nick, Ryder, Max, Skyler, and Brittany were all there. then they started telling me what had happened. Amber said that she had been waiting and when it got past 2 hours and she hadnt heard she started to worry. She even tried to see if they had taken me up to a room without telling her. after the surgery my doctor went out to talk to Amber and as soon as she saw him walk through the door she jumped up. He was telling her about the surgery and she started to cry because she was so worried. My doctor teared up and told her he was sorry but he was a social crier. Then the good new came NONCANCEROUS. The reason the surgery had taken so long was the mass was large and up higher than usual. It was wrapped up into the muscle and they had to maneuver the muscle and nerve to get it all out. He said that he usually can take it in one piece but he had to cut it up to get it out. Dr. braithwiate came out and talked to Amber he told her that you could definitely feel the spirit in the room. Everyone in the room was members of the church. I had Dr. that was a worthy priesthood holder, Dr. Braithwaite that is a worthy priethood holder. and the other nurses are all members. How lucky am I that my life was in the hands of 2 men that honor their covenants that they have made with their Heavenly Father and knowing that I was in hands blessed by the power of the Priesthood. That night in the hospital was a funny one. I was not really coherent yet and kept going in and out. I kept asking for ice chips and Skyler thought it would be funny to choo choo train them in, its too bad I fell asleep before he would get them to my mouth. That night I slept pretty good just sore. the next morning the doctor came and checked on me. they had left a drain in the area to make sure it didnt build up with fluids and because it didnt work properly all night I needed to stay a few more hours. Heather and Brooke came to see me at the hospital. At Lunch time the doctor came in and said that I could go home only if I left the drain over the weekend and came into his office first thing monday morning. DONE! I wanted out of there. It has now been a few days. I got my drain out on monday and I can feel a little more. I am still REALLY sore but I am not wanting to have to rely on my meds. I cant go back to work because I cant drive. BOOOOO!!!! I have had a lot of time to contemplate everything and even though it seemed like a simple surgery I realized that it really wasnt and how blessed I am to have the results that I did. I am so lucky to have the priesthood in my life to bring me comfort when I am scared and to bless my life. I am SOOOO grateful for my family. My poor sister Amber had to wait all by herself scared that something had happened to me. My sister Heather is an awesome nurse. I am grateful for her mothering nature that helped me in my time of need, she even helped me shower. Now that is love. My Brother and his wife who have taken care of me every day and fixed me food and lifted me up. I am grateful for parents who love me enough that even though they are sick and tired they drove down to visit me and make sure that I was OK. My Brother in law nick for helping give me blessings. My little nephews who love me and want to help take care of my booboos. All my friends and family that have thought about me, prayed for me, put my name in the temple, and have called and visited me. thanks for all your support. I am grateful to have a member of the priesthood that is a friend and even though he could have chosen to work on monday and have the rest of the week off before he moved chose to work on Friday to be there for me during my surgery. I am humbled and overwhelmed by the love and support I have received. I am grateful for the gospel. I know that because of it I am a better me. I know that the atonement is real and it works in all aspects of our lives. I know that Heavenly Father Loves ME! I know this because of everything I said above. He knows me and blesses me with things and people that I need. I am truly BLESSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-574112414470236434?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/574112414470236434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=574112414470236434&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/574112414470236434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/574112414470236434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-and-overdue-update.html' title='LONG and Overdue update'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-8341833742171154951</id><published>2009-01-10T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:44:49.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Photos! Sorry I forgot these!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmhoRsHM5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/-4ccO6sYgjY/s1600-h/New+Y+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289936950638621586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmhoRsHM5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/-4ccO6sYgjY/s320/New+Y+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Motorcycle jumper! He survived the big jump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmhoGwg5SI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0Y0L4R_ob_c/s1600-h/New+Y+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289936947704292642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmhoGwg5SI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0Y0L4R_ob_c/s320/New+Y+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The jumps! Crazy! This event was on ESPN! It was so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmhnudXjeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/F6yFOXNuiTs/s1600-h/n1073599295_257577_1616%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289936941181537762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmhnudXjeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/F6yFOXNuiTs/s320/n1073599295_257577_1616%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julie and I! I miss you girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmhntqBJCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1SjAIYsaIZk/s1600-h/n1073599295_257547_8468%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289936940966159394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmhntqBJCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1SjAIYsaIZk/s320/n1073599295_257547_8468%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julie, Ryan, and I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmg7WSSfmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/twSSr54_cxY/s1600-h/n1073599295_261435_7755%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289936178778373730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmg7WSSfmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/twSSr54_cxY/s320/n1073599295_261435_7755%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Psychic Abbie! I couldnt stop looking at her wig the entire time she was doing my reading. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmg7YvCFRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wsgdcf6RcWo/s1600-h/n1073599295_261433_5632%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289936179435803922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmg7YvCFRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wsgdcf6RcWo/s320/n1073599295_261433_5632%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Girls at Dylans!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmg7UTq8dI/AAAAAAAAAJo/cEjVSnxDkuo/s1600-h/n1073599295_257595_7636%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289936178247299538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmg7UTq8dI/AAAAAAAAAJo/cEjVSnxDkuo/s320/n1073599295_257595_7636%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Part of the New Years gang! The only ones that made it the entire night on the strip AKA Party animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmg7MY8PsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/FCMtYWrfUD4/s1600-h/n1073599295_257578_6784%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289936176121921218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmg7MY8PsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/FCMtYWrfUD4/s320/n1073599295_257578_6784%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The new years gang! Wait the guy taking the photo cut off half of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmg7B0TUGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/jxoRVq5MzHg/s1600-h/Dec2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289936173283889250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmg7B0TUGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/jxoRVq5MzHg/s320/Dec2008+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cousins at dinner together!&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/3318980349942052035-8341833742171154951?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8341833742171154951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=8341833742171154951&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/8341833742171154951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/8341833742171154951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-photos-sorry-i-forgot-these.html' title='More Photos! Sorry I forgot these!'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmhoRsHM5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/-4ccO6sYgjY/s72-c/New+Y+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-6212184682888707858</id><published>2009-01-10T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:31:01.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, Max, etc....</title><content type='html'>I had so much fun this holiday season! As busy as ever, but amazing! This year we had a Cousin dinner on the december 18th which was so mush fun. We sure missed all the family that couldnt make it. That night Amber and Nick came to stay at our house, Amber hadnt been feeling good and Nick took her to the hospital the next morning. The doctor came and told them they were going to have the baby that day! So max David Pearson arrived, and he is oh so precious! We love him so much! That night I had my work party. they had it down at the plaza in a club. It was a good timem but  alittle different, I am so used to working for a private practice and having our christmas parties at claim jumper, olive garden, macayos, or as we learned last year Lazor tag. The next week was christmas and it was so nice spending time with the family, also I had friday off so I was able to relax a little longer. On the 30th my Best friend Julie came in to town. Julie moved back to North Carolina a few years ago and I miss her so much. It was so good to hang out with her. For New Years we went to a Redbull event at the Paris down on the Strip and after it was over we hung out down there. It was really crazy but I had so much fun. The past 2 years a friend of mine has gotten me about 30 tickets every year to the redbull new year no limits event and I am so grateful. Thanks Greg you are awesome and you always hook us up. The next night a few of us went to Dylans to dance. That place is so small but so much fun. Julies last night we went to a psychic and then to Macayos. The psychic was so funny. I was dying laughing. We will see if it comes true. I am looking for my sebastion now though! HAHAHA! Julie left and I was so sad! ={&lt;br /&gt;Now so far this year. My friend Trudi got married yesterday. I am so happy for her. Tyler is so great and he is a lucky guy because she is simply amazing. Love you both! While in Alamo for the reception I was able to see my best friend Milly! Love her! Also I was able to take some photos of my little nephew Max! So great huh! I am so lucky! Who could ask for more!&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write a quick note about my friend that I grew up with Brittena. She updated her blog and tokd of the struggles they had with thier little boy. I was so touched and am amazed by thier strength. Britt you are amazing!&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a good holiday season and are surviving the new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-6212184682888707858?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/6212184682888707858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=6212184682888707858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/6212184682888707858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/6212184682888707858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-max-etc.html' title='Christmas, Max, etc....'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-8395287500377454967</id><published>2009-01-10T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:10:01.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmZh1ckcYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/mkOWUmaJVKw/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289928043884999042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmZh1ckcYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/mkOWUmaJVKw/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryder with his new ride courtesy of Uncle Skyler, Aunt Heather, and Aunt Staci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmZhhaeTnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Z4Mc5r8IKTY/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289928038507499122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmZhhaeTnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Z4Mc5r8IKTY/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ciera with her beach cuiser and Nicks new Rhino in the back ground. Man his wife loves him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmZhUkxXiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/o1-39Uy5FOA/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289928035061030434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmZhUkxXiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/o1-39Uy5FOA/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Max and Amber just home from the hospital. Ryder cuddling showing mom how much he missed her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmZhCavYlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dJ7lwfuxPY0/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289928030187119186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmZhCavYlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dJ7lwfuxPY0/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chilling on Aunt Stacis bed reading the People magazine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmZg09itmI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ndoZmaNsJAY/s1600-h/DSC_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289928026574992994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmZg09itmI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ndoZmaNsJAY/s320/DSC_0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little Max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmY1F-dAZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NN0CIUW-ldY/s1600-h/DSC_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289927275227971986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmY1F-dAZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NN0CIUW-ldY/s320/DSC_0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My best friend Milly with her cutest little girl Myla! I love going to Alamo to see them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmY0kUCZTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/O6PuEZSF5Vg/s1600-h/DSC_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289927266191697202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmY0kUCZTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/O6PuEZSF5Vg/s320/DSC_0092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My good friend Trudi got married! Another one bites the dust! For Real though Trudi you know I love you, Congratulations I am so happy for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmY0dcIHCI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/SVQ0RKAwzaE/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289927264346577954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmY0dcIHCI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/SVQ0RKAwzaE/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maxs first christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmY0DA43_I/AAAAAAAAAII/FCk_YwqBuQY/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289927257253011442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmY0DA43_I/AAAAAAAAAII/FCk_YwqBuQY/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryder enjoying his Christmas present! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-8395287500377454967?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8395287500377454967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=8395287500377454967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/8395287500377454967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/8395287500377454967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2009/01/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SWmZh1ckcYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/mkOWUmaJVKw/s72-c/DSC_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-1535305525185686956</id><published>2008-12-18T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:20:28.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COWBOYS! COWBOYS! COWBOYS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SUq-ZA8PxVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/sNvb_0TMtHg/s1600-h/heather%27s+pic+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281242850004026706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SUq-ZA8PxVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/sNvb_0TMtHg/s320/heather%27s+pic+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SUq-YjMooPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tVf9nhBqfCA/s1600-h/heather%27s+pic+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281242842019700978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SUq-YjMooPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tVf9nhBqfCA/s320/heather%27s+pic+175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SUq-Wu9HMFI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xDdJsVVX7bQ/s1600-h/heather%27s+pic+178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281242810816082002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SUq-Wu9HMFI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xDdJsVVX7bQ/s320/heather%27s+pic+178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SUq-WbXVCgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ZgwpT9lDMaY/s1600-h/heather%27s+pic+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281242805557332482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SUq-WbXVCgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ZgwpT9lDMaY/s320/heather%27s+pic+179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SUq-WJ9gwDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZLIJwoPdngc/s1600-h/heather%27s+pic+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281242800885645362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SUq-WJ9gwDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZLIJwoPdngc/s320/heather%27s+pic+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; November and December are propbably my most favorite time of the year. You have thanksgiving with family, all the christmas parties, and family things, believing in something, New Years, and one of the best of all that us Las Vegans get to enjoy---THE NFR!!!!! Man something about thousands of cowboys in one place. Oh I love it. I am so appreciative to Uncle Jay and Aunt Fran for letting us use one night of thier tickets. You will never know how mcuh we enjoy this.&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/3318980349942052035-1535305525185686956?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/1535305525185686956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=1535305525185686956&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/1535305525185686956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/1535305525185686956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/12/cowboys-cowboys-cowboys.html' title='COWBOYS! COWBOYS! COWBOYS!'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SUq-ZA8PxVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/sNvb_0TMtHg/s72-c/heather%27s+pic+177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-4493007783563518021</id><published>2008-12-18T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:12:39.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always busy during the Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SUq71srmE7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/CTq5QDBXtg4/s1600-h/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281240044246799282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SUq71srmE7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/CTq5QDBXtg4/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Skyler deep in though with our tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SUq71CUzpII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EsUnabQT-E0/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281240032876930178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SUq71CUzpII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EsUnabQT-E0/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Christmas tree!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SUq70fbNB5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/YG1PCjYRanU/s1600-h/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281240023508518802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SUq70fbNB5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/YG1PCjYRanU/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas tree hunting group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SUq7zvlTzZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Jqies-dS3Nk/s1600-h/DSC_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281240010666003858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SUq7zvlTzZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Jqies-dS3Nk/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our pre-holiday visitor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SUq7zQrfKFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cwYiMk5guwA/s1600-h/DSC_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281240002370414674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SUq7zQrfKFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cwYiMk5guwA/s320/DSC_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dont you just want to squeeze his cheeks. We love Colton and love when he brings his parents to visit us. We love you RJ and Sherrelle also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to update everyone on what has been going on with me! Not very fun but a few good standout moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work has been going good. I made it through my 90 days. I was a little nervous if they liked how I ran the back office and thought I might be jobless for the holidays. Well they like me! Well at least right now! I am starting to get the hang of it and get used to everything. I still miss my old job and co-workers, but I try to get with tem every now and then to catch up. I love those girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been home from Montana for 6 years on December 5th. Oh my gosh. Were does the time fly. I cant believe it has been that long. I miss everyone up there. Someone from the mish contacted me the other day and I was rolling laughing remembering everything. Good times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving this year was held at Grandma Marges. It was a lot of fun. I didnt have to do much this year so it was really relaxing. True Smallwood tradition we went and watched Four Christmas it was so funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day after thanksgiving shopping this year was fun. Ciera, Skyler, Heather and I went out at 4am. We got a lot of good stuff. Too bad it was all for ourselves. We got home at 8 and slept until later that afternoon when we packed up and headed to Alamo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas tree Hunting was so much fun as usual. We headed up by Pearson ranch and got our trees. This year we had Dad, Mom, Heather, Ciera, Cuz Kristin, Amber, Nick, Ryder, Skyler, Danielle, Uncle Kev, Russ, Jessica, and I. This always just gets you ready for the holiday. I love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the NFR again this year, but that deserves its own post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are getting ready for Christmas. A lot of baking, shopping, and parties. It gets a little crazy but I wouldnt trade it for anything. I love spending every minute of this season with everyone. I hope that everyone has a Merry Christmas. &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/3318980349942052035-4493007783563518021?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/4493007783563518021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=4493007783563518021&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/4493007783563518021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/4493007783563518021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/12/always-busy-during-holidays.html' title='Always busy during the Holidays!'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SUq71srmE7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/CTq5QDBXtg4/s72-c/DSC_0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-9218174923402659488</id><published>2008-11-10T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:17:12.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I know it has been a long time, I can explain. Our computer is DEAD! We have been checking our emails via our Wii. I know I am dying right now! So this post will have to do for a while until it gets fixed. I figure I better update you all one my sister. She has been doing good ever since the surgery the Doctor is very pleased with her progress. She is starting to be able to see out of it(before it was completly blury), which the docotr told her that some of his patients take at least a year. She now doesnt have to go back to get anohter check-up until right before she goes back to work at the first of December. Dont feel sorry for her though she is loving spending all her time with Ciera. She also gets to play with Ryder every day. Now Skyler and I are jealous. I know that she really appreciates all you prayers at this time. They truly have helped.&lt;br /&gt;With everything that has been going on I am constantly thanking my Heavenly Father for the knowledge and blessings that I have in my life. I am so grateful to be able to be comforted by my savior. I am so amazed at the greatness of the leaders of the LDS church. I am so glad that when I have questions I can turn to my scriptures or talks given by them and feel comfort from their words. I was reading Taras blogg and I felt the spirit so strong. Thanks Tara for posting that and helping me to reacieve strength. With everyone saying all these evil things about my religion I am reminded of a few things but one that I memorized when I was a missionary it is called the Standard of Truth--&lt;br /&gt;Our missionaries are going forth to different nations….&lt;a href="http://www.lds4u.com/Missionaries/creed.htm#1"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt; The Standard of Truth has been erected; no unhallowed hand can stop the work from progressing; persecutions may rage, mobs may combine, armies may assemble, calumny may defame, but the truth of God will go forth boldly, nobly, and independent, till it has penetrated every continent, visited every clime, swept every country, and sounded in every ear, till the purposes of God shall be accomplished, and the Great Jehovah shall say the work is done.&lt;br /&gt;Now behold, a marvelous work is about to come forth among the children of men. Therefore, O ye that embark in the service of God, see that ye serve him with all your heart, might, mind and strength, that ye may stand blameless before God at the last day. Therefore, if ye have desires to serve God ye are called to the work; for behold the field is white already to harvest; and lo, he that thrusteth in his sickle with his might, the same layeth up in store that he perisheth not, but bringeth salvation to his soul; and faith, hope, charity and love, with an eye single to the glory of God, qualify him for the work. Remember faith, virtue, knowledge, temperance, patience, brotherly kindness, godliness, charity, humility, diligence. Ask, and ye shall receive; knock, and it shall be opened unto you. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;I am just hoping that I can be a good example of my Savior and be able to show people the amazing love our savior has for all people no matter what they may say to try to bring us down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-9218174923402659488?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/9218174923402659488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=9218174923402659488&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/9218174923402659488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/9218174923402659488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/11/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-7022240607079158083</id><published>2008-10-13T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:07:22.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poor, Poor Sister</title><content type='html'>Alright for all of you that don't know this has been a very interesting month for my sister(i am telling you all because she doesn't have a blog and I wanted to share these photos). Several months ago she started having eye issues and was sent to see a cornea specialist. Dr blank(this is what we will call him) informed her that she has a genetic eye disease that is called some big word that I have no clue but means she has a thinning cornea. Crazy huh! My first thought was oh my gosh it is because of her getting hit in the eye in high school by a tomato in the annual halloween tomato fight, but nope it comes from our parents. Thanks mom and dad. So after trying to figure things out and trying to get to be able to see out of her eye again nothing helped. She being stubborn kept trying to make it work. Well about a month ago on her way home from church she had a sharp pain in her eye and could not even open it. After pulling over and waiting to be able to see she drove home and called her specialist. The owner doctor was on call and came into the office to help her. after looking at her eye she gave her the bad news her eye had perforated. SHE HAD A HOLE IN HER EYE! Oh my gosh. He then tells her that her cornea is too thin to sew together and calls her doctor who comes in to "super glue" it together(2 doctors running around trying to find supplies without an assistant---Hilarious!). Then they sent us on our way and explained for her to come into the office the next day for evaluation. after leaving the office we went to get her a blessing from Uncle jay, Kenny, and tracy(thank you guys for being there for her). I then brought her home and sent her to bed. 2 weeks, a lot of pain, and the eye still not healing, getting 2nd opinions, Amber, nick and ryder living at our house, getting upset with the doctor(don't tick amber off), grandma and amber driving her everywhere, a couple of blessings later the doctor finally decided to put her in the transplant list. Last monday heather had her surgery and now is odd work until december and spending a lot of time in alamo healing. After four days the doctor said the eye is looking good but is still needing to do a lot of healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to my favorite part of the post. Pictures!!! Don't kill me heather but I could not keep these to myself and if it was you, you would do the same thing. Plus I am glad that you and all of us can laugh at this. First Heathers new nickname is Patches!(sorry the pictures aren't that great, I took them on my phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SPQnRz2GycI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hI5ikVtyAZU/s1600-h/Heathers+patch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256869851976616386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SPQnRz2GycI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hI5ikVtyAZU/s320/Heathers+patch.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Patches" the first night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SPQnRxRyO8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/p6_GriRks9A/s1600-h/Heathers+bath+time.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256869851287403458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SPQnRxRyO8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/p6_GriRks9A/s320/Heathers+bath+time.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She cant get her eye wet so she has to cover it and then we have to wash her hair for her. This is "Patches" waiting for me to wash her hair! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just want Heather to know how much I love her. I am so sad that she had to go through this but I know she will get better. I have enjoyed this forced time together. I have seen you grow and strengthened so much through this trial. You humble me with your strength and positive attitude toward this trial. I love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-7022240607079158083?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/7022240607079158083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=7022240607079158083&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/7022240607079158083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/7022240607079158083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-poor-poor-sister.html' title='My Poor, Poor Sister'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SPQnRz2GycI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hI5ikVtyAZU/s72-c/Heathers+patch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-689536424951741843</id><published>2008-10-08T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:00:50.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little buddy!</title><content type='html'>Nick, Amber, and Ryder have been spending a lot of time at our house to help Heather. We have had so much fun having all of them here but the one we especially enjoyed was spending time with our favorite little boy-Ryder! When he is down here with us he loves to help us with our chores such as taking out the trash, cooking, laundry, watering, and washing "his car"(also the sidewalk). We just love him so much. He just makew our house so fun and I find myself rushing to get homw to play with him. I guess I am a little proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SO1zHr0W2lI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CkKO6PdQ8AQ/s1600-h/DSC_0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254982916069841490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SO1zHr0W2lI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CkKO6PdQ8AQ/s320/DSC_0401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are such slave drivers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SO1zH3azLhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-egHFzCl1OE/s1600-h/DSC_0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254982919183871506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SO1zH3azLhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-egHFzCl1OE/s320/DSC_0402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brushing off his hands after dumping the trash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SO1xVj2wpjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9hoxMU-70l4/s1600-h/DSC_0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254980955427350066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SO1xVj2wpjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9hoxMU-70l4/s320/DSC_0405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Smile for the camera!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SO1xVzGLHDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Vpdp_Q0E-0g/s1600-h/DSC_0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254980959518530610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SO1xVzGLHDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Vpdp_Q0E-0g/s320/DSC_0404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stirring! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SO1xWFpJjPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NetvcCc0_BI/s1600-h/DSC_0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254980964497067250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SO1xWFpJjPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NetvcCc0_BI/s320/DSC_0403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Very focused!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-689536424951741843?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/689536424951741843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=689536424951741843&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/689536424951741843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/689536424951741843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-little-buddy.html' title='Our little buddy!'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SO1zHr0W2lI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CkKO6PdQ8AQ/s72-c/DSC_0401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-8052165445641323619</id><published>2008-09-18T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:23:10.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tara</title><content type='html'>I just wanted Tara to know we have been thinking about her. I hope you get better soon. You are in our prayers. WE LOVE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-8052165445641323619?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8052165445641323619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=8052165445641323619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/8052165445641323619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/8052165445641323619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/09/tara.html' title='Tara'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-3169715580577339159</id><published>2008-09-09T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:19:15.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anxiety</title><content type='html'>So tomorrow I fly to California at 750am and return back at 715pm. I am getting everything ready(of cours ahd to check my blogs first) to go and checking everything off my list. Now those that know me, know that I get a little queezy/stressed about a few things. Some of them are Vacation(i dont know why), New things, Stress, Flying(I love flying though once I am flying), someone throwing up, when the plastic surgeon marks the body and when they make the first cut, etc. So being that I am going to the orientation for my NEW job and I am FLYING to get there, I am having a little anxiety/queeziness. I keep trying to take ddep breathes to relax me, I even tried to get a pedicure today(my staple for relaxation). None of it has been working. So here I am trying to get my mind off of it by updating my blog but the whole thing is now about that. Oh well. Hopefully I can sleep tonight, most likely not gonna happen, I should get a energy drink ready. Well hopefully it goes well tomorrow. I also wanted to say thanks for all the support from everyone. It has helped so much during this time. I have really struggled. Speaking of i went to lunch with the girls from my old office and the Doctor came out of the office to talk with me. I was a little nervous about it but felt good after it was over.I do miss working there and wih all og them but I think every day heavenly Father leaves me signs that this truly was what was supposed to happen. I know he knows I need these signs/reminders. Man I am so blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-3169715580577339159?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/3169715580577339159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=3169715580577339159&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/3169715580577339159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/3169715580577339159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/09/anxiety.html' title='Anxiety'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-4054597126703377670</id><published>2008-09-06T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:09:46.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time off</title><content type='html'>Well because my job ended last week and I dont start my new job until next week, I have a little time to get some stuff done. I was able to go to Alamo and visit family and get to see Milly, Myla, and Alivia. Then I convinced Amber to let Ryder come back to Vegas with me for a sleepover. I was surprised when both Nick and her said YES! Woohoo. So off Ryder and I were. He did so good. It was not his first sleepover he ahs spent the night with us in Alamo. But the first time he satyed in vegas without his parents. We had a lot of fun. Nicka nd amber picked him up yesterday afternoon. I had just decided after trying to get ready that there is a reason I am not a mom yet. Holy cow. My heart goes out to you all. How do you do it. I ove being a Aunt and being able to steal him away from his parents. I cant wait to get a new little fella in january. I am glad that Nick and Amber are so ggreat and let there kid come see us all the time. Love you both!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-4054597126703377670?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/4054597126703377670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=4054597126703377670&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/4054597126703377670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/4054597126703377670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-off.html' title='Time off'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-6514928892693724131</id><published>2008-09-06T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:01:14.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up!</title><content type='html'>So a lot has been going on in my life! I left you all hanging on the last post. Most of you all have heard the story of what happened but to catch everyone else up. After over 4 years of working at the office and a lot of promises made and followed through with, I decided enough was enough and I made the decision to send out my resume. Most know I have the best luck with looking for jobs and in the process ending up finding one of my bosses friends. Well same thing happened and I had sent a resume to one of his friends. Oh the luck! Well myboss was told and he called me in for a meeting, after a long meeting and nothing being resolved. He told me he didnt want to but he was going to let me go. OH the shock! He gave me 2 weeks to find a job. alright. Well that made leaving easy do I thought. I immediately left and called mom and I was officially on the hunt for a new job. After going to a working interview that day and dropping my resume off at a few places I took a break at Uncle Jays. Cort and jacob were there and I was telling Cort everything and I was struggling. Well that night I had a church meeting and I could not even focus. After that I went home and I could not even sleep. I kept waking up thinking man I got to get a job. The next morning I went to work and cried the entire trip out there. I had to sit in my car for a few minutes to compose myself. My first 2 patients were long time patients and I had to keep leaving the room crying. I know what the heck. I struggled all day but I made it through. After work I got home just as cousin Cort called to see how i was. After explaining my day I asked her if her dad was home so that I could get a blessing. Uncle Jay was at meetings but when he was done Cort called me and I headed up. After a few hours talking and a blessing I felt a lot better. This was going to be OK. That night I slept good and went to work. I finally felt good about it and knew that this was what heavenly father had wanted for a long time to happen. I was able to get through those 2 weeks and  I actualy had so much fun. It made it kind of hard because it reminded me why I had worked there and my boss was so nice. Jessica kept saying that he was going to beg me to stay. I would have turned him down. Well my last days came. Thurday was hard because it was my last day working with Dr Alex. He and I talked at the end of the day and it was really good. I still know that it was the right situation for me to leave. He said to me that this was not the last time we would work together. Who knows! Well I spent the last 2 weeks working and also looking fo a job. I had a few leads and ended up with 2 different offices. After working interviews I made my decision and I accepted a position. I previously had been working across town and my new job is the closest dental office to my house. WOW! What a difference. I am really excited it will be a huge difference. I will now be in charge of 6 assistants and working for 3 doctors. A huge change. I am nervous but excited. I fly to Monticeto CA next wednesday for a orentiation and start at the office on thursday. Wish me LUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-6514928892693724131?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/6514928892693724131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=6514928892693724131&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/6514928892693724131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/6514928892693724131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/09/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up!'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-3182803589828014388</id><published>2008-08-19T20:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:01:53.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP WANTED</title><content type='html'>Two words I am looking for. Today has been a LONG day! Needless to say I am now looking for a new job! I am not going to bore you all with the details. If anyone knows a dentist please let me know if they are hiring or might be so I can contact them. I would prefer to stay in the norhtwest area. I am hoping it will get better these next 2 weeks. My biggest problem right now is not only finding a job but letting my old one go. Again I am looking for a Dental Assistant position, I have a lot of experience. If you have any leads please e-mail me at stacismallwood@yahoo.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-3182803589828014388?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/3182803589828014388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=3182803589828014388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/3182803589828014388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/3182803589828014388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/08/help-wanted.html' title='HELP WANTED'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-3792409207444622309</id><published>2008-08-18T22:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:18:05.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todays update</title><content type='html'>So today it hit me- I want this to be a journal for me and i am going to try and update everyday(we will see how long that lasts). So on to today. As you all know I am a little obsessed, well today was no different than before. I got to work and immediately changed it to watch the Olympics. Speaking of I was a little bummed thinking about who was going to replace my eye candy. Well i have figured it out- I have been watching him from the start and though oh he is cute but then I saw him in the stands and was like holy mamma he is sooo cute. So my new object of lust &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phil Dalhausser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SKpTppqkMeI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/L8V7-c7V4mI/s1600-h/capt.05ca59856d59419eba390a024fdb05f6.beijing_olympics_beach_volleyball_men_oly740%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SKpTppqkMeI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/L8V7-c7V4mI/s320/capt.05ca59856d59419eba390a024fdb05f6.beijing_olympics_beach_volleyball_men_oly740%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236089491795751394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SKpTp46ieDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WPMxN85vl_k/s1600-h/capt.5163e57b9da24c78a3a76b18a26cad3f.beijing_olympics_beach_volleyball_men_oly735%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SKpTp46ieDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WPMxN85vl_k/s320/capt.5163e57b9da24c78a3a76b18a26cad3f.beijing_olympics_beach_volleyball_men_oly735%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236089495889279026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SKpTqR6imoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/p__JS3-c0l0/s1600-h/l_a7a696b99e45167971cb36880361aef5%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SKpTqR6imoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/p__JS3-c0l0/s320/l_a7a696b99e45167971cb36880361aef5%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236089502600174210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today at work was more ccrazy than usual the girls up front double scheduled us and we were short handed. I had told them previously that they needed to re-schedule some patients but they dont listen to me- what do I know I just run the schedule in the back and know the procedures(which they have no idea about). Oh well what you gonna do-run around like a mad woman and constantly apologize for running behind. I also had to get on a few employees. Sometimes it is not fun being the boss lady. I got home and was chililng showing Skyler my new nikes that I am going to get. They are amazing-you can design your own. Him and I played with it forever. I got to FHE late because of it. FHE was over at our new Bishops house. I figured it would be the usual, get there say my hellos and say my goodbyes. I am told old for this stuff. Well I thought it would go just like that but as I walked in the relief society pres garbbed me and said hey i want to introduce you to someone. I was like alright. then she takes me over and intorduces me to "Joe #1"(i cant remember his name). Then as soon as she had done that she said alright I want to introduce you to someone else. I was like Ok whatever. So then she takes me and intorduces me to "joe #2(again I cant remember his name). then she bails. One word AWKWARD! I handled it with sure class of course by starting to ask him questions. Oh well. Whatever. then i was Peace out. I gotta get home for the olympics and The Hills new episode(WOOHOO). dont worry i am recording as not to miss a moment of either. Well thats a summary of my day. Hope you all had a Fabulous one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-3792409207444622309?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/3792409207444622309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=3792409207444622309&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/3792409207444622309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/3792409207444622309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/08/todays-update.html' title='Todays update'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SKpTppqkMeI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/L8V7-c7V4mI/s72-c/capt.05ca59856d59419eba390a024fdb05f6.beijing_olympics_beach_volleyball_men_oly740%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-1012379638521010070</id><published>2008-08-17T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:01:47.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week down and 1 week to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SKkCHwiEQWI/AAAAAAAAADo/mrNEpVc_N2c/s1600-h/capt.f06b806fd93b4f85a437f7a89110fec8.beijing_olympics_swimming_oly520%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SKkCHwiEQWI/AAAAAAAAADo/mrNEpVc_N2c/s320/capt.f06b806fd93b4f85a437f7a89110fec8.beijing_olympics_swimming_oly520%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235718374105039202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SKkCIHx84nI/AAAAAAAAADw/OB6Qy7W2qW0/s1600-h/r1381608668%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SKkCIHx84nI/AAAAAAAAADw/OB6Qy7W2qW0/s320/r1381608668%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235718380345680498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SKkCIT-VjTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iTowktz7HdE/s1600-h/b2ba996732f1f740b280ad68e5a02c3d-getty-oly-2008-swimming-4x100m-medley_relay-final%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SKkCIT-VjTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iTowktz7HdE/s320/b2ba996732f1f740b280ad68e5a02c3d-getty-oly-2008-swimming-4x100m-medley_relay-final%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235718383618854194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SKkCIWVap3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/0RXOH3MAmA4/s1600-h/Olympics%252BDay%252B3%252BSwimming%252BPRhzo0XzLEcl%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SKkCIWVap3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/0RXOH3MAmA4/s320/Olympics%252BDay%252B3%252BSwimming%252BPRhzo0XzLEcl%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235718384252528498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SKkCIlFpNwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ju0stvoBXf8/s1600-h/reuters_timchong2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SKkCIlFpNwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ju0stvoBXf8/s320/reuters_timchong2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235718388212905730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you all are excited to see my re-cap of all the olympics I have watched this week. First of all go Michael that was simply amazing! I think he is a good example of overcoming adversity and to focus your energy into something and you can achieve greatness. He truly is an athlete that will be remembered for years to come. Also all of the swimmer as who all did such an amazing job and the men looked fantstic doing it. I have to admitt I have a little crush on Brendan Hansen. Funny story a girl at work was talking to me about the swimming and she said, and I quote "so are you getting that good form your swim class". I just had to laugh and I told her i was already an amazing swimmer, borderline Olympic medalist. HAHAHA! I have had a lot of funny stories happen becase of my obsession- mostly at work. Here are a few. I was working with the other Doc and we were working on a patient talking about the different things with the athletes and events. I would answer all the questions and expound apon it and he finally stopped and said "man you really know your olympics". I was like heck ya I do. Another funny thing happened it is a long story with a little joke involved but a few messages were left on my phone and on teejay our Hygienist phone. She got a call from michael Phelps "personal assistant" and i got one from who else "Michael Phelps" all I have to say is he sounds a lot like teejays husband. HAHAHAHA! Good Times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-1012379638521010070?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/1012379638521010070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=1012379638521010070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/1012379638521010070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/1012379638521010070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/08/1-week-down-and-1-week-to-go.html' title='1 week down and 1 week to go'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SKkCHwiEQWI/AAAAAAAAADo/mrNEpVc_N2c/s72-c/capt.f06b806fd93b4f85a437f7a89110fec8.beijing_olympics_swimming_oly520%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-1518341896542505268</id><published>2008-08-11T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:35:47.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OBSESSED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SKD27qdNuvI/AAAAAAAAADY/3g2nH6e_6uo/s1600-h/Olympics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SKD27qdNuvI/AAAAAAAAADY/3g2nH6e_6uo/s320/Olympics.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233454271874054898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SKD27uYFQuI/AAAAAAAAADg/2VFVB7anqGY/s1600-h/Olympics2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SKD27uYFQuI/AAAAAAAAADg/2VFVB7anqGY/s320/Olympics2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233454272926270178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I am admitting my addiction-I am completely obsessed/addicted to the OLYMPICS! I cant get enough of them! It started Friday because I was going to be gone and I recorded the Opening ceremonies because it was supposed to be so big(secretly my favorite part of the olympics is wathcing all the nations walk in especially USA-did you all see the other nations athletes taking photos with ours-very proud moment)! Then Saturday I was preparing my lesson-yep I was doing it on comercials(side note I had already had it pretty much prepared I just ahd to organize my thoughts and what a way to do it). Sunday I caught myself checking the internet via my phone for the results of the mens basketball game! Last night I ouldnt sleep because I was so excited for the relay race(especially because of france trash talking), i did fall asleep right before it. DANG IT! Then today before my first patient I found channel 3(we dont have cabel or the ears so it was extremely fuzzy-not going to stop me) and watched it until 12. I got home and watched the games I recorded. Now I am hurrying getting everyhting done so I can enjoy tonight! I even watch sports I have no idea about- Fencing, sailing, rowing, etc. What the??? I seriuosly have a problem! I am reminding myself of my mom. PLEASE SEND HELP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-1518341896542505268?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/1518341896542505268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=1518341896542505268&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/1518341896542505268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/1518341896542505268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/08/obsessed.html' title='OBSESSED'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/SKD27qdNuvI/AAAAAAAAADY/3g2nH6e_6uo/s72-c/Olympics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-8381618438715912426</id><published>2008-07-28T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:14:53.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Disney Character</title><content type='html'>I found this on Taras Blog, so fun, but I dont know how true! Maybe a few words but come on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354"&gt;&lt;font size=+1&gt;You Are Cinderella!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v465/newbandi/Cinderella.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dignified and hard working. With a gentle and soft-spoken manner you have something many people don't. Patience. Even through the moments of heartbreak you're still able to hold onto all of your hopes and dreams. Bide your time; your dream will come true.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354"&gt;Which Disney Princess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-8381618438715912426?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8381618438715912426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=8381618438715912426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/8381618438715912426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/8381618438715912426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-disney-character.html' title='My Disney Character'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-8342188601434253956</id><published>2008-06-29T22:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:50:53.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>For my birthday my sister got me a ticket to the Annual Firefighter Auction. Can we all just say Yummy! I had a lot of fun and at one point was wishing I had a few thousand extra dollars to bid on one of the dates. Maybe next year. A girl can dream cant she!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-8342188601434253956?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8342188601434253956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=8342188601434253956&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/8342188601434253956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/8342188601434253956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/06/fire.html' title='FIRE!!!!!'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-119825540514064835</id><published>2008-06-29T22:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:46:05.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my Slide Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-01.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=432345564259127297&amp;amp;site=widget-01.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=432345564259127297&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-01.slide.com/p1/432345564259127297/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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Our group gets bigger and bigger. This year our team name was "Team Boobs" and our team motto was "We are all about the Boobs". Skyler made that up and said if we let him do our team name he would do it with us. We got shirts made up that had that on it and on the boys it also said "Boobman". We had so much fun this year. I look forward to doing it every year. Hopefully one day they can find a cure for this terrible disease. My heart goes out to everyone that is affected by this disease especially the woman that go through it. Dixie-you are the woman, and I love your Pumpkin wig!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-769676535265284549?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/769676535265284549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=769676535265284549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/769676535265284549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/769676535265284549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/06/boob-walk.html' title='Boob Walk'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-5876168068302932188</id><published>2008-06-24T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:23:36.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Ladies+Water+Floaties=GREAT TIME</title><content type='html'>A few girls from work and I signed up for a deep water arrobics class(I know pictue all these old people). Tonight was the first class I was able to make it to. It was so much fun and I would have to say a good work out. Some of the moves make me feel a little uncoordinated. Jessica and I kept bumping into each other. Hopefully by the end of the summer I will be able to stay in one spot. The teacher already doesnt like me, she thought I said the "F" word when I got a bunch of water up my nose and I said "mother trucker". Oh well, what you gonna do?! So wiush me luck that through this process I dont drown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-5876168068302932188?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/5876168068302932188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=5876168068302932188&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/5876168068302932188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/5876168068302932188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/06/old-ladieswaterfloatiesgreat-time.html' title='Old Ladies+Water+Floaties=GREAT TIME'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-3068835193748628166</id><published>2008-06-12T22:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:59:44.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name</title><content type='html'>I found this on Tommy and Amys blog and I thought it was sooo funny. So here are my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color: #0066B3; color: white; font: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;HowManyOfMe.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="0" border="0" cellspacing="0" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="120" style="padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://howmanyofme.com" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://extimg.howmanyofme.com/extimages/howmany-logo.png" alt="Logo" width="100" height="100" style="border: 1px black" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000;"&gt;There are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; people with my name&lt;br /&gt; in the U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a style="color: #0066B3; text-decoration: underline; font: bold 16px/1.8 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" href="http://howmanyofme.com"&gt;How many have your name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&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/3318980349942052035-3068835193748628166?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/3068835193748628166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=3068835193748628166&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/3068835193748628166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/3068835193748628166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-name.html' title='My Name'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-5481316480067359088</id><published>2008-05-11T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:33:58.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ma</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to take time to write a quick post about My Ma. My Ma is such an amazing woman. I look up to her so much. She is always there for us kids and would do anything for us. I know that I can call and vent toher at any time and she will help me with my troubles. My Ma is always taking care of everyone. She is always wanting to have people over. The more the merrier. Mom I love you. &lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to thank my Grandma Smallwood for everything. SHe makes life interesting. &lt;br /&gt;Amber and Heather the other 2 mothers in our family are great examples and I am greatful to have them for my sisters. Girls I love you both. Thanks for always being there for me. &lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MA'S DAY I LOVE YOU ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-5481316480067359088?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/5481316480067359088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=5481316480067359088&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/5481316480067359088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/5481316480067359088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-ma.html' title='My Ma'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-8385997793159557245</id><published>2008-04-27T20:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:52:23.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Francisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-bd.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=432345564256340413&amp;amp;site=widget-bd.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=432345564256340413&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-bd.slide.com/p1/432345564256340413/bb_t047_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=432345564256340413&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-bd.slide.com/p2/432345564256340413/bb_t047_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.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/3318980349942052035-8385997793159557245?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8385997793159557245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=8385997793159557245&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/8385997793159557245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/8385997793159557245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/04/san-francisco.html' title='San Francisco'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-2402635610414877998</id><published>2008-04-27T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:21:35.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally the San fran photos</title><content type='html'>I finally got around to downloading our trip photos. Heather, Ciera, RJ, Laura and I flew to San Francisco for the weekend. Sherrelle was up there already for a training and after she got done on friday met up with us to spend the remaining weekend. We spent most of our time down at Fishermans wharf. We went to Alcatraz, Golden gate bridge, China town, ETC. We saw so much we would wake up early and we were on the go. We used onl public ransportation(very germmy) which was interesting. We did A LOT of walking up and down the hills. My leggs were ready to die. Poor pregnant sherrelle. We flew back on Sunday and we were sad to come back to reality but glad to be back home. I hope you enjoy the photos. Just a side note a few weeks after getting back I noticed that some money was missing out of my account and called my bank. Someone up there had got my card number and had been taking money out. SOOOO crazy. I have now got the money back and I think my account is back to normal. GOOD TIMES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-2402635610414877998?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/2402635610414877998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=2402635610414877998&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/2402635610414877998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/2402635610414877998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally-san-fran-photos.html' title='Finally the San fran photos'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-9222179767565293800</id><published>2008-04-19T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T15:33:34.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting older???</title><content type='html'>I dont know what it is but every year it seems that I am starting to feel not as indestructable that I used to feel. Like when you were younger you could walk for miles and not even think about it. Also play sports with out stretching. Anyways I could go on forver about all the things I used to be able to do and cant now. The reason for the oist is this. A few weeks ago I went to San francisco (I will be posting photos soon). Then 2 weekends ago I went and did a 5k walk in Alamo. Then last weekend we were out at the fair all weekend. Sunday night I woke up with the worst pain I have ever had in my foot. It felt as though someone was stabbing/ripping my skin off of my foot. It was so bad I could not have anything touching it not even my sheet. So off to work with my foot burning with my sock and shoe half way on. I was limping all over the office. So after talking with my dad and going to the podiatrist we believe I have Gout in my toe. OH MY GOSH so gross. Just the word makes me sick. The doctor believes that it was due to something i ate(my dad thinks I ate too many strawberries) and all the wlking flared it up. AAAHHH! Well thanks to the Dr. Anderson, his laughing gas(so nice), and a big shot in my toe joint it feels great a week later. Man to be young a carefree again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-9222179767565293800?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/9222179767565293800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=9222179767565293800&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/9222179767565293800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/9222179767565293800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/04/getting-older.html' title='Getting older???'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-5726129364291428907</id><published>2008-03-10T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:47:56.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Work</title><content type='html'>After being off a few days last week because I was sick, i went to work to find out some really bad news. I spent all weekend thinking about it and it is going to be a long few weeks. Will everyone please keep my Doctor in your prayers. The today one of my assistants quit. SO it is going to be a crazy little bit. Welcome to me having no life again because I will be working all the time. If anyone is looking for a Dental assistant job please call me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-5726129364291428907?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/5726129364291428907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=5726129364291428907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/5726129364291428907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/5726129364291428907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/03/crazy-work.html' title='Crazy Work'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-3262901179533324489</id><published>2008-03-10T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:43:28.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back I guess!</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to wlecome Amber to blogging. I spent the weeknd with her trying to show her how to blog. Maybee she can keep it up to date now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-3262901179533324489?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/3262901179533324489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=3262901179533324489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/3262901179533324489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/3262901179533324489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/03/welcome-back-i-guess.html' title='Welcome Back I guess!'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-7177323124369304484</id><published>2008-02-27T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:08:51.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Party Proof</title><content type='html'>I know some of you stil dont believe my story about our work christmas party so here is my proof. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/R8ZPR3ApkHI/AAAAAAAAACo/XvtN6D304bY/s1600-h/DSC_0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/R8ZPR3ApkHI/AAAAAAAAACo/XvtN6D304bY/s320/DSC_0440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171908390324637810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/R8ZPSXApkII/AAAAAAAAACw/GRjYZicMVO8/s1600-h/DSC_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/R8ZPSXApkII/AAAAAAAAACw/GRjYZicMVO8/s320/DSC_0468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171908398914572418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-7177323124369304484?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/7177323124369304484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=7177323124369304484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/7177323124369304484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/7177323124369304484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/02/christmas-party-proof.html' title='Christmas Party Proof'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/R8ZPR3ApkHI/AAAAAAAAACo/XvtN6D304bY/s72-c/DSC_0440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-2013292505237505107</id><published>2008-02-14T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T23:15:13.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh memories</title><content type='html'>Last week the hygienist at work asked me if I would like tickets to a concert. i was like sure. The concert was so fun and it brought back a lot of memories. I dont think I have seen that much stone washed jeans and feathered hair for a long time. So I know you are dying to know who it was. Ok to end the suspense Cortney, Trudi and I went to see Bryan Adams. I know you all are jealous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/R7U7yHApkGI/AAAAAAAAACg/huqQdshjL7s/s1600-h/2131827768%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/R7U7yHApkGI/AAAAAAAAACg/huqQdshjL7s/s320/2131827768%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167101879538782306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-2013292505237505107?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/2013292505237505107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=2013292505237505107&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/2013292505237505107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/2013292505237505107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-memories.html' title='Oh memories'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/R7U7yHApkGI/AAAAAAAAACg/huqQdshjL7s/s72-c/2131827768%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-7911051210770560435</id><published>2008-02-14T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T23:04:26.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News</title><content type='html'>And no it is not that i had a valentine. Misty(danielles sister) had her baby tonight. Congrats to you and matt and welcome little Davis Mathew to this crazy world. Also I just wanted to send a shout out to Tara M. Happy Birthday girl. Everyone that know her loves here. I love you girl and am so glad that we are the same age and grew up together. You are always someone I look up to because you are 3 months older than me. I am grateful for all the fun times we have had together. Here is a list of the best memories we have had together or just some of the ones that made me laugh thinking about them. &lt;br /&gt;1. BYU volleyball camp(I wont go into details)&lt;br /&gt;2. Coming down for youth dances. &lt;br /&gt;3. Weekly summer vacations at your house in vegas.(including sharing the samllest twin bed ever made) &lt;br /&gt;4. Going to 7-11 with a bunch a quarters to use the pay phone to call someone we werent supposed to. &lt;br /&gt;5. Orange Julius and Snicker Doodle selling at Shumways Market.(Except we the only person that ever bought anything was Jeremy)&lt;br /&gt;6. You fixing my hair like your moms(I still am traumatized)&lt;br /&gt;7. Trips to BYU to visit you in college. &lt;br /&gt;8. Long Conversations(you supported me and helped me when I struggled with the decision to go on a mission)&lt;br /&gt;9. Boy Drama(again wont go into details)&lt;br /&gt;10. Teaching you to drive a stick shift(but you just backed up into the basketball hoop)&lt;br /&gt;I can go on forever. Girl you are just great. I hope you have a good Birthday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-7911051210770560435?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/7911051210770560435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=7911051210770560435&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/7911051210770560435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/7911051210770560435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-5170130343403804592</id><published>2008-02-08T11:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T11:09:54.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slideshow Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-d9.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=432345564254685145&amp;amp;site=widget-d9.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=432345564254685145&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d9.slide.com/p1/432345564254685145/bb_t054_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=432345564254685145&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d9.slide.com/p2/432345564254685145/bb_t054_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;amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;amp;id=432345564254685145&amp;amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d9.slide.com/m/432345564254685145/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide9_1.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/3318980349942052035-5170130343403804592?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/5170130343403804592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=5170130343403804592&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/5170130343403804592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/5170130343403804592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/02/slideshow-update.html' title='Slideshow Update'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-6040488152136841645</id><published>2008-02-08T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T10:11:52.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Long time, No blog. Ya I have slacked, I blame it on... I dont even know who to blame it on. Just like all of you life has been extremely busy with Christmas, New Years, Holiday recovery, and just in general LIFE. So start Christmas was great, spent with the fam which is always a good time. It was fun having ryder-boy there opening up all his gifts. On the 28th my best friend Julie flew in to town. It was SO great to see her. I miss her so much. i am still mad at her for moving to North Carolina. Julie stayed with us until Jan 1st. New Years was a blast, we went down to a red bull event at the rio that was broadcast on ESPN. They had 2 bands playing and some how we ended up with wrist bands and were able to stand in front of the stage which was so much fun. Thanks Greg for the tickets to the event, you always hook us up and I am so grateful. After that night we watched the fireworks from a area by our house and then home to play some serious rock band until 3am. It was as I said earlier so much fun. Since then I have been busy with work and life. I do have to say the best thing happened this last weekend. My sister Amber and her Husband Nick went to the temple and got sealed to thier beautiful little Ryder-boy to begin their eternal family. I am so happy for them. I was able to be there when they went through and I cant even tell you how happy it made me. The spirit was so strong and strengthened my testimony of the gospel. I love the feeling of the temple and love to spend time there. Also this last weekend our good friends RJ and Sherrelle announced to everyone that they are Expecting a baby. They told Heather and I on New Years and asked us to keep us a secret until they were 3 months alog. That was so hard not to tell anyone especially family. I am so happy for them and cant wait for thier little addition. You guys will have to get a bigger tent for Kolob. HEHE. Well that just summarized my life lately. Hopefully I can stay on it and make sure that I keep up on my blog often. Here is a slide show of all my activities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-6040488152136841645?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/6040488152136841645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=6040488152136841645&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/6040488152136841645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/6040488152136841645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2008/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-3585527541747307551</id><published>2007-12-21T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T20:00:41.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Party or birthday party???</title><content type='html'>Call me crazy but when I think about a christmas/end of the year party, I think it is a time for an employer to thank his employees for a year of hard work and for thier continued deligence. Am I wrong. Well when my boss hears those words I am not sure what he thinks maybe the word party he goes back to his childhood or somehting like that. We in previous years have gone to a dinner together and gone around telling each other why we like them. This year our one request lets do something to were we dont have to go around making it a sob fest(a bunch of woman together saying why they love each other aka sob fest). So he took that and I said went back into his childhood. He never told us what we were doing he said it would be a surprise. Ya whatever we are not dumb and woman know how to find things out we figured it out. Dr. S took us and the other office to play Lazor tag. To top it off he ordered us Papa Johns pizza. Yep Classy. we played against the other office and yep us girls are a little competitive and we kicked their trash. Then we played a game of one for all and I got 2nd. Man I am good. Must be all those times when the boys would let us girls play halo(except on the video game I could never get my head to look the right way). I am gonna get pics of the night. Yep you all are gonna die laughing. So great. Maybe next year he will take us to peter piper pizza. HEHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-3585527541747307551?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/3585527541747307551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=3585527541747307551&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/3585527541747307551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/3585527541747307551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2007/12/call-me-crazy-but-when-i-think-about.html' title='Work Party or birthday party???'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-6032429382484136085</id><published>2007-12-09T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T22:43:40.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE COWBOYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/R1zf_cpVJSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0hg8Mmaeh8I/s1600-h/100_0823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/R1zf_cpVJSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0hg8Mmaeh8I/s320/100_0823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142231155664561442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/R1zgAMpVJTI/AAAAAAAAACY/Pmwgg0paadY/s1600-h/100_0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/R1zgAMpVJTI/AAAAAAAAACY/Pmwgg0paadY/s320/100_0826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142231168549463346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in Las Vegas in December you get to not only celebrate the gift of our savior but also the gift of COWBOYS at the NFR. Thanks to my most awesomest Uncle Jay and Aunt Fran Heather, Kristin, Stephanie(friend), and I got to be a part of that beautiful experience. Man you got to love it. The seats are awesome and the cowboys are great. This is something I looked forward to going to and am so grateful that our Uncle and Aunt let us experience it. Here is a big THANK-YOU! We all appreciate all you both do for us and your willingness to let us use your tickets. WE LOVE YOU BOTH! Here are some pics from this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-6032429382484136085?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/6032429382484136085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=6032429382484136085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/6032429382484136085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/6032429382484136085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-love-cowboys.html' title='I LOVE COWBOYS'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/R1zf_cpVJSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0hg8Mmaeh8I/s72-c/100_0823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-8240515037528444828</id><published>2007-12-04T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T22:42:39.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas"</title><content type='html'>At this time of year there is a lot of things that I love. One of those things is Family time together. Our family has all sorts of traditions that we do every year. One of the best is Christmas tree hunting. Every year we pack up the crew and off to the mountains we go. Ever since we were little we always wished there would be snow, but being in the desert it just never happened. It was cold but never snow. After so many years I think we just gave up on it. So this last weekend we headed up to Alamo in the rain. When we got up there I asked Nick if he had talked to his parents and if there happened to be snow on the ranch, to my surprise his answer was yes. WOOHOO. Saturday we packed up and off to the winter wonderland. It was so great. It was snowing on us as we were up there and I absolutely loved it. Man I love it. What a great present. On the way up I just took a deep breath and looked at the snow falling and realized how blessed i am. What a nice break from the busy life in vegas. i think we all need times like that when everything is just, just. I dont think I have the words to describe it. I love the snow. Here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-b8.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=432345564253719224&amp;amp;site=widget-b8.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;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564253719224&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b8.slide.com/p1/432345564253719224/bb_t024_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564253719224&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b8.slide.com/p2/432345564253719224/bb_t024_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.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/3318980349942052035-8240515037528444828?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8240515037528444828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=8240515037528444828&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/8240515037528444828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/8240515037528444828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-dreaming-of-white-christmas.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m Dreaming of a White Christmas&quot;'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-6561493939193953056</id><published>2007-11-25T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T21:23:34.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/R0pVLZ2VcdI/AAAAAAAAACI/ZgwQcgko5J4/s1600-h/2264520%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/R0pVLZ2VcdI/AAAAAAAAACI/ZgwQcgko5J4/s320/2264520%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137011979375178194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year will go down in he books as the dumbest black friday I have ever had. Every year my family and I brave the lines and the early hours to get the best deals. I have spent many mornings for hours in front of circuit city or best buy, a few mornings watching the sun rise waiting in a Target line. This year we ahd heard about this Midnight madness at the premium outlet malls. So, not being the brightest we thought heck ya we will head down get some good deals and then head off to the other stores after that by pulling an all nighter. So down to the Outlet mall we went and let me tell you soooo busy. Lines every where and not that good of deals. We leave there and go home to make a pit stop and then head off to Old Navy. On the way there Heather got pulled over for a head light being out. Oh ya good times. We waited in line at Old Navy and got our good deal and then off to Target. While in line at Old Navy it hit us like a ton of bricks, man so tired. While on the way to target we decided we were done we could not take another store so this was the last one. We pushed through target and got some awesome deals and home we went. We got home at about 8am and as soon as my head hit the pillow I was gone. Heather, Ciera, and I werent sure we would make it. Skyler, Josh, and Collin went to the oulet malls also but went to Walmart and circuit city and got home at 6:30. It was a night to remember but I dont think I will pull the all nighter again, I think I need a few hours of sleep before dealing with all those people. Good news though, Heather was good this year. She didnt push anyone or attack anyone with a grocery cart. I think she is learning. I think by now I have caught up on my sleep now and am ready to get back to work. I never thought I would say that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-6561493939193953056?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/6561493939193953056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=6561493939193953056&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/6561493939193953056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/6561493939193953056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2007/11/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/R0pVLZ2VcdI/AAAAAAAAACI/ZgwQcgko5J4/s72-c/2264520%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-1670608564651728404</id><published>2007-11-19T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T21:24:01.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and smell the..........Downy</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we all have those moments, I like to call them senior moments. Well lately I have been having a lot of them. Since I spend a lot of time at work lately that is were most of them happen. I think my brain gets to having too much going on and it just stops working for a minute. So a few of the moments have been putting the suction in a patients mouth without turning it on and not even reliazing it until the doctor said something, while washing my hands I put the soap on and immediately started cleaning it off with a paper towel even though I hadnt rinsed them yet, today I was marking a wire for braces and I totally was marking the "correct" area only to realize after the doctor pointed it out I was 2 teeth off. Oh dear the best one did happen at home but only after working a 11.5 hour day. I put my scrubs in the dryer and started them before going to bed. The next morning I went to get them out and noticed a lot of dryer sheets. I pulled a few out thinking man I remember opening the box and taking only one out, Heather must have put a lot in the load before me. After pulling out a few more it started klicking and I looked on top of the dryer only to find one single dryer sheet. Yes, Instead of putting the one in I put a brand new box of 149 dryer sheets in with my clothes. Needless to say my scrubs felt like a large dryer sheet and I smelt OOOhh so strong I mean fresh all day long. It was bad I would walk into the room and the smell would permiate the air. I continue to have these "moments" regularly. i guess I should just slow down, focus, and maybee get some more sleep. What is your favorite "moment"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-1670608564651728404?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/1670608564651728404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=1670608564651728404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/1670608564651728404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/1670608564651728404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2007/11/stop-and-smell-thedowny.html' title='Stop and smell the..........Downy'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-3539620366480219293</id><published>2007-11-06T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T21:31:55.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theme Song</title><content type='html'>Can you find a song to describe your life, what is your theme song for this week?  Mine would have to be the song that they played on American Idol(I am blanking on the artist) Had a Bad Day(probably not the exact name but if you knew how my week was you will accept it). What is your theme song?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-3539620366480219293?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/3539620366480219293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=3539620366480219293&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/3539620366480219293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/3539620366480219293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2007/11/theme-song.html' title='Theme Song'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-6566591424486003723</id><published>2007-10-29T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T23:05:13.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy weekend</title><content type='html'>This was a busy weekend. Lets see where to start. Friday- Amber and tornado i mean Ryder were down so that is always a good time. Saturday- Skyler, Josh, and I pilled in to the beautiful Taurus they rented and drove to Cali to watch our friend Rj in his first fight. We got there around 4, went to thier hotel picked up his wife(the boys said it was to keep me entertained so I would leave them alone, whatever). After that we went to the mall got some shopping done for Ryders birthday and got some good stuff from bath and body. We went and ate, no one could decide what they wanted so we ended up eating at IHOP. Good stuff. After that went to the Gym for the fight. we stood outside waiting for a long time for them to clear everyone out, we wanted prime seating so we headed up the line outside. We ended up with the perfect seats. RJ won his fight. He did awesome. Check out he and his wife sherrelles blog for all the details. After the fight we visited and then we were off, headed home. We got to Vegas at 3am. Sunday- Ryders Birthday. The Big one year old. We had a shin-dig at our house. It was good times. A lot of family and good friends. Ryder is so stinking spoiled. I guess I cant say anything because I help do it. Well he is so stinking cute. Ryder I love you boy, you bring us all joy having you in our lives. I am so grateful that you are a part of our family. I want to thank Amber and Nick for letting us spoil him. You all are great parents and friends. I am so grateful that you allow us to spend so much time with you all. We love being around you all and cant wait to spend more time with you when you all are away. Love you guys. Also shout out to Amber-great party you did a good job, everything was perfect. YOU ARE AWESOME. I will work on getting heather ready so you can use those balloons you found. HEHE. I love you girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-6566591424486003723?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/6566591424486003723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=6566591424486003723&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/6566591424486003723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/6566591424486003723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2007/10/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy weekend'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-1083573872045953690</id><published>2007-10-25T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T23:01:53.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just call me Brilliant</title><content type='html'>So I was doing my usual nightly activity of checking my e-mail and this headline popped out at me. I thought to myself man everyone can just leave you alone about sleeping in because as far as I can tell I am probably the smartest person ever. This explains why I am just so dang smart! Here it is----&lt;br /&gt;Scientists think we may solve problems and improve memory while we snooze. » More New York Times&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. You all can come to me for answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-1083573872045953690?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/1083573872045953690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=1083573872045953690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/1083573872045953690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/1083573872045953690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-call-me-brilliant.html' title='Just call me Brilliant'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-3754848300751035484</id><published>2007-10-12T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T22:54:59.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bingham cousins</title><content type='html'>If you were to ask me who my best friends are I would say these girls in this picture. I love my cousins and would rather spend time with them than with most people. Girls I love you and we have got to hang out more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/RxBcoiH0B4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/RnkOrqA1lVI/s1600-h/item%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/RxBcoiH0B4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/RnkOrqA1lVI/s320/item%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120694627744352130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-3754848300751035484?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/3754848300751035484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=3754848300751035484&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/3754848300751035484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/3754848300751035484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2007/10/bingham-cousins.html' title='Bingham cousins'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/RxBcoiH0B4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/RnkOrqA1lVI/s72-c/item%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-7769632274925820540</id><published>2007-10-12T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T13:19:09.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me as a Simpson</title><content type='html'>So check this out. I am so sexy even as a simpson. I think I would totally get bart. HEEEYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/Rw_WcyH0B3I/AAAAAAAAABI/BQ1v7IUs948/s1600-h/simpson"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/Rw_WcyH0B3I/AAAAAAAAABI/BQ1v7IUs948/s320/simpson" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120547091322767218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-7769632274925820540?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/7769632274925820540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=7769632274925820540&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/7769632274925820540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/7769632274925820540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2007/10/me-as-simpson.html' title='Me as a Simpson'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/Rw_WcyH0B3I/AAAAAAAAABI/BQ1v7IUs948/s72-c/simpson' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-8465989803910590828</id><published>2007-10-11T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T22:45:23.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/Rw8J5yH0B2I/AAAAAAAAABA/oKLQHFwYbvU/s1600-h/cans_spaghettios_orig%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/Rw8J5yH0B2I/AAAAAAAAABA/oKLQHFwYbvU/s320/cans_spaghettios_orig%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120322189655279458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we all have those times either when you are eating something and you have a flashback to home or when all that you want is to be young again having mom make you a grilled cheese w/ spaghetti O's. Mine ws the secondone this week. All I have wanted to eat all week was spagetti O's and grilled cheeses. Man brings back memories. I know we all have them, what is your comfort food or food that you have found that has brought back memories?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-8465989803910590828?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8465989803910590828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=8465989803910590828&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/8465989803910590828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/8465989803910590828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2007/10/comfort-food.html' title='Comfort Food'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1v7j_Bf9rA/Rw8J5yH0B2I/AAAAAAAAABA/oKLQHFwYbvU/s72-c/cans_spaghettios_orig%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-7207907109266902183</id><published>2007-10-09T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T20:41:39.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate being sick</title><content type='html'>The worst thing in the world is being sick. UGGHHHH! Even worst is when you have to work being sick. I almost had to have my boss hold the suction as I spent some quality time with some porcelian. Man no fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-7207907109266902183?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/7207907109266902183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=7207907109266902183&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/7207907109266902183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/7207907109266902183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-hate-being-sick.html' title='I hate being sick'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-5025254696308939691</id><published>2007-10-05T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T12:24:02.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryder</title><content type='html'>Last month I took some photos of one of my 2 favorite people. My nephew Ryder(the other being Ciera). Man he is geting so big(check out ambers blog to see a video of him saying momma). We all love him so much and love every minute we get to be with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-5025254696308939691?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/5025254696308939691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=5025254696308939691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/5025254696308939691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/5025254696308939691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2007/10/ryder_05.html' title='Ryder'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-5988080022080525196</id><published>2007-10-05T12:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T12:16:19.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RYDER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-a4.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=432345564244478116&amp;amp;site=widget-a4.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;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564244478116&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a4.slide.com/p1/432345564244478116/bb_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564244024411&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5b.slide.com/p2/432345564244024411/bb_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.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/3318980349942052035-1390954561750813422?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/1390954561750813422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=1390954561750813422&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/1390954561750813422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/1390954561750813422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2007/10/check-out-my-slide-show_03.html' title='Check out my Slide Show!'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-1138852110226767452</id><published>2007-10-03T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:04:38.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Hero</title><content type='html'>Our new favorite game is guitar hero. Man it is so fun. We all are so competitive so it can get pretty interesting. Everyone is invited over and all I have to say is BRING IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-1138852110226767452?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/1138852110226767452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=1138852110226767452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/1138852110226767452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/1138852110226767452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2007/10/guitar-hero.html' title='Guitar Hero'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-8134781861252203061</id><published>2007-10-03T22:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:01:47.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my Slide Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-78.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=432345564244021880&amp;amp;site=widget-78.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;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564244021880&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-78.slide.com/p1/432345564244021880/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564244021880&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-78.slide.com/p2/432345564244021880/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.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/3318980349942052035-8134781861252203061?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8134781861252203061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=8134781861252203061&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/8134781861252203061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/8134781861252203061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2007/10/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='Check out my Slide Show!'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-970830065657094183</id><published>2007-10-03T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:01:10.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepover</title><content type='html'>We all remember how much fun they were when you were little. I used to love them. Well, Heather and I promised our cousin Gracie that we would have her over to our house for a girls weekend/sleepover. A year later we finally gave in and fulfilled our promise. Kristin brought her out and it was on. We did everything that they do at your usual sleepover. Starting with makeup, painting nails, lots of treats, pizza, and movies. The best movie ever-Barbie Nutcracker. Our makeup was so great. I think at one point I had about 12 shades of eyeshadow on. Us big kids stayed up as late as possible but all crashed only to wake up at 2am to the end of a movie and Gracie asking if she could watch it again. Man we are too old, but that was probably the funnes night we have had in a long time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-970830065657094183?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/970830065657094183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=970830065657094183&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/970830065657094183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/970830065657094183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2007/10/sleepover.html' title='Sleepover'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-3096874888262925703</id><published>2007-10-02T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:05:03.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogger</title><content type='html'>Welcome cousin Kristin to the world of blogging. It is addicting and you will soon find out there is no shame(well maybee a little, we just dont tell a lot of people) in blog stalking. So I love you Krist and am gload you are crazy like us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-3096874888262925703?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/3096874888262925703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=3096874888262925703&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/3096874888262925703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/3096874888262925703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-blogger.html' title='New Blogger'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-1602864392664015950</id><published>2007-09-12T22:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:33:16.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New work schedule</title><content type='html'>WOOHOO! Our office just hired a second doctor to work only on Fridays and my Doc decided to work longer hours and change up our working schedule. I have had in my head this ideal office to be working at since I began workig in the dental field. At this office we worked 4 days a week. Since starting working with my Doc I have had a few things that I wished our office had and one of those things was fridays off. Because of the new schedule and my doc not working on fridays that means, yes you guessed it I get fridays off. YeeHaw. I love it. I am so happy. I hope it continue this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-1602864392664015950?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/1602864392664015950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=1602864392664015950&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/1602864392664015950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/1602864392664015950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-work-schedule.html' title='New work schedule'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-948600454703449119</id><published>2007-09-12T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:26:05.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where were you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9PwWkV4HQ4"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9PwWkV4HQ4" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years later remembering that day. Know one will ever forget. I know that, that day is forever etched in my memory. I was in Helena, Montana. I remember the entire day. Today I was watching Oprahs special talking to family members that had loved ones die on that day and my sister and I were bawling. I started thinking about it and thought how will they ever recieve closer. In my opinion, never. How can you have closer on a tragedy where your loved one was murdered by evil men that decided that they would coward themselves and take innocent lives to try to destroy our freedom and our country. In my opinion I hope we never forget anything about that day, and we continue to remember why we live in this country. I love this song and when I listen to it I always reflect on where I was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-948600454703449119?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/948600454703449119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=948600454703449119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/948600454703449119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/948600454703449119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2007/09/where-were-you.html' title='Where were you?'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-7711382719130280861</id><published>2007-08-28T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:15:57.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Mean am I</title><content type='html'>I would like to believe I am a pretty nice person and would do anything for anyone. I think that sometimes we have experiences in our life that try to test us to help us grow. I would like to think that I pass these at least a few times. Last year I got a promotion at work and was made the head assistant. No big deal. I have done it before just a smaller office. Some of you know it has been a long hard year. I for one have never worked with as petty and drama filled people. I could take all day to write all the issues that these girls have. It can be so fun. Anyway, one thing my boss said and is constantly telling me is that I am gonna have times that these girls are going to hate me and are going to talk about me. I can take it(better said than done). The most recent situation is with a girl that gave her 2 week notice. After telling the boss the reasons(one of them was me), later that day she came to me crying telling me how much she appreciated me, how she looked up to me, and how I taught her how to be a good assistant(why were you just talking crap? what respnse to the way I work do I believe?). So these past 2 weeks have been interesting. She had decided she was not going to work. Friday we had a situation of her playing around all day and monday came and it was the same. We had dirty rooms and instruments, pts waiting and I found her reading a OK magazine. Alright, nothing drives me more crazy and completely stresses me out than nonworkers. If you are at work and getting paid to work, WORK. I just felt that it hindered our training of the new assistant and a few other reasons. After I had a discussion with the doctor her 2 weeks notice ended early. After her conversation with the doctor she was so pissed at me. She actually left and made sure she said goodbye to everyone but me. Go figure. Now, it shouldnt bother me and I look back and I dont think I would do anything different but man sometimes it sucks being the "mean" person. Was I wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-7711382719130280861?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/7711382719130280861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=7711382719130280861&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/7711382719130280861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/7711382719130280861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-mean-am-i.html' title='How Mean am I'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-7623962825488539000</id><published>2007-08-20T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T18:58:30.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The best lesson of the year!</title><content type='html'>Oh you guessed it we had the lesson again. Every year wards get it and it is oh so fun in the singles ward. The Law of chastity, could only be tied with dating lessons(we got that one last month). These are the best because you can tell everyone is a little embarassed to comment. Bishop and his wife gave the lesson(to spare the regular teachers). Sister Garner did so good, her first lesson in our ward. You could tell she was so nervous. I was about to raise my hand and give my favorite riddle on the law of chastity- Back rubs in the front room lead to front rubs in the back room. You all better remember that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-7623962825488539000?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/7623962825488539000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=7623962825488539000&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/7623962825488539000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/7623962825488539000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2007/08/best-lesson-of-year.html' title='The best lesson of the year!'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-406259715235283520</id><published>2007-08-19T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T01:10:53.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonders of America</title><content type='html'>I love traveling and one of y goals in life is to visit all the states. I am getting closer, but still have a lot to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedStates/statemap?visited=ALAZARCACODCGAIDILKSKYMDMOMTNVNMNCOHOKORPASCTNTXUTVAWAWY"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://douweosinga.com/projects/visitedstates"&gt;create your own visited states map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; or &lt;a href="http://douweosinga.com/projects/googlehacks"&gt;check out these Google Hacks.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-406259715235283520?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/406259715235283520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=406259715235283520&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/406259715235283520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/406259715235283520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2007/08/wonders-of-america.html' title='Wonders of America'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-8423396059692782848</id><published>2007-08-14T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T21:59:31.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple minded</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;SO being a simple minded person, sometimes I think of the wierdest questions. I know all you brilliant people know and understand the answers to these questions but for years the have been questions that I dont know the answers to. I have never researched them and most likely never will. I guess it has been so long that by now I dont think I really want to know the answer, I just know that the question is there. People actually have given me the answers(I think), but you know I just never understood it. I guess if someone dumbed it down to my level maybe I would understand. So now that I have rambled here is a question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;How do big boats float? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh my one question that I am seriously looking for the answer is to this---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The plural form of the word Mouse(rodent) is Mice. Okay I get that, but what is the plural form of the computer mouse. It wouldnt be mice??? This question has baffled me for some time now. I wish I knew the answer to that one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Am I the only crazy one or do you all have questions and what are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-8423396059692782848?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8423396059692782848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=8423396059692782848&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/8423396059692782848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/8423396059692782848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2007/08/simple-minded.html' title='Simple minded'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-6551194200562221337</id><published>2007-08-07T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T21:15:03.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Single</title><content type='html'>OK you all know I am single. I am OK with it, there is a few things that bother me about being single though.&lt;br /&gt;1. Pitty&lt;br /&gt;2. Being asked why I am not dating anyone. &lt;br /&gt;3. If you are friends with a guy you are constantly being asked if you like him or why dont you hook up.&lt;br /&gt;The third one is the reason for my post. Last night we were all standing around at FHE and this dumb boy states to me and my friend in front of everyone "When are you 2 going to hook up." OK just because he is a guy does not mean I like him that way. Some people you are JUST FRIENDS with and there is no potential of there ever being a relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-6551194200562221337?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/6551194200562221337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=6551194200562221337&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/6551194200562221337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/6551194200562221337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2007/08/single.html' title='Single'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-7747497592681673169</id><published>2007-08-07T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T20:59:15.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessive Blogging</title><content type='html'>So I have to admitt something. I am new to this whole thing, as you can tell. My page is plain. I am still trying to figure out how to make my page all fancy. Ever since I set up this page I think about it all the time. Throughout the day something pops in my head(usually something not to brilliant) and I think man I should write that on my blog. I think it becomes an obsession. My drive to work and home is a little long and I have ADD I swear and my mind goes about a million miles a minute and can not focus on one thing, which should be driving, so my mind wanders and I think to myself- I wonder if anyone has made a comment on my page. I also wonder who has updated their page. It is a little crazy I know. It is an addiction. We might have to start a support group. I know you all are the same way, dont be afraid to admitt it. I did only on my second post. Pathetic I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-7747497592681673169?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/7747497592681673169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=7747497592681673169&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/7747497592681673169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/7747497592681673169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2007/08/obsessive-blogging.html' title='Obsessive Blogging'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318980349942052035.post-6194648508476436017</id><published>2007-08-03T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T23:29:43.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;After much persuasion I have now entered the world of bloggers. For everyone that knows me knows I usually have a lot to say. I have been managing my sisters blog(not very well). Hopefully I can stay on top of mine. I love these blogs and am constantly looking at everyones. The sad thing is that I dont know half the peoples that I read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318980349942052035-6194648508476436017?l=stacismallwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/feeds/6194648508476436017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318980349942052035&amp;postID=6194648508476436017&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/6194648508476436017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318980349942052035/posts/default/6194648508476436017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacismallwood.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-blogger.html' title='New Blogger'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07123349796908640522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
