<?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-2501415499966422894</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:16:31.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want in Life is a Kayak and a  Hammock</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Telly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025160938964374004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XmFk94K1I/AAAAAAAADEg/SpbmennkmRw/S220/128_1727.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501415499966422894.post-8831613751939388206</id><published>2010-01-01T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:34:03.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009: All of It.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it's been a while since I last posted.  Almost a full year, in fact.  But I am up waiting for mom to get back from chaperoning a stake dance and decided to go for it.  So here is the year in review.  My top 10 events of 2009 chronological order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I became an aunt!  Polly Gabrielle Sloan, the daughter of David and Naomi Sloan, joined the family in February and she is pretty much the cutest thing ever.  She is the first grandchild and we all completely adore her.  This is her at about 1 month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7MrfabOUI/AAAAAAAAGtE/-8EzTX8MPKU/s1600-h/DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7MrfabOUI/AAAAAAAAGtE/-8EzTX8MPKU/s320/DSC00041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421996048939432258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Crystal got married!  Just a month after David had a child he finally got a brother!  Crystal Sloan became Crystal Black when she married Kedrick and the two are living the blissfully happy newlywed life in Salt Lake City, where he works as an engineer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7MOBcPCwI/AAAAAAAAGs8/c7L-yAkwy4w/s1600-h/IMG_2269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7MOBcPCwI/AAAAAAAAGs8/c7L-yAkwy4w/s320/IMG_2269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421995542677752578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7MN48M5jI/AAAAAAAAGs0/CBF98n0NZVE/s1600-h/IMG_8429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7MN48M5jI/AAAAAAAAGs0/CBF98n0NZVE/s320/IMG_8429.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421995540395910706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7NTP-jWnI/AAAAAAAAGtM/wvOXTl8uBHI/s1600-h/IMG_2246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7NTP-jWnI/AAAAAAAAGtM/wvOXTl8uBHI/s320/IMG_2246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421996731990760050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Ashlee went on a mission!  Ashlee has served just over half of her time as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints at the Salt Lake City Temple Square mission.  She is doing wonderfully well and we're very proud of her.  I've seen some good Dartmouth friends go on missions as well- Kersti and Reuben are both serving amazingly well in Vancouver and Brazil.  Other friends saw changes such as marriages (Maurice and Deb) and broken ankles (you know who you are).  Here is Ashlee on temple square the day she received her endowments in preparation for her mission.  Pretty cool that she got receive her endowments IN her mission!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7MNbrBVLI/AAAAAAAAGss/O9zp5h-BZuE/s1600-h/IMG_2185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7MNbrBVLI/AAAAAAAAGss/O9zp5h-BZuE/s320/IMG_2185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421995532539221170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4- I worked in Young Women's!  I had a dramatic change in calling, when after 4 years in Primary I was called to be the Young Women's 1st counselor.  I learned a lot and had a great time getting to know these wonderful girls and the other leaders.  Here we are before going to see a play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7TK_Tvp8I/AAAAAAAAGtU/U_5jZbcbdxo/s1600-h/IMG_2333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7TK_Tvp8I/AAAAAAAAGtU/U_5jZbcbdxo/s320/IMG_2333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422003187147057090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- I traveled everywhere looking for postdoc positions!  That's right, North Carolina, Philadelphia, California... but in the end I'm going to... well I'll save that for later in the post.   Let's just say it wasn't New Zealand, though it came close to being.  Here's Duke's campus in full bloom in March, when there was still quite a bit of snow on the ground at Dartmouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7TLTOQZfI/AAAAAAAAGtc/WtgPlPwwwRw/s1600-h/IMG_2340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7TLTOQZfI/AAAAAAAAGtc/WtgPlPwwwRw/s320/IMG_2340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422003192492746226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- Arielle and I had a rockin' summer!  We hiked and learned about the Shakers and killed spiders and used the word "epic" way to much and the fun just went on and on.  I also went on a trip to visit Laura and the Spjuts in early June, where I got to meet Laura's baby, Freja, who is just 2 months older than Polly.  For this part I offer you 2 pictures of people on mountains.  The first is Arielle on Cannon mountain in New Hampshire where she and I did a spontaneous sunset hike.  Yes, we went back down mostly in the dark.  The second is me on a hike on a mountain that I think is called Sunrise peak in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7TLhyuGsI/AAAAAAAAGtk/d4F_bkIYtCM/s1600-h/Arielle_on_Cannon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7TLhyuGsI/AAAAAAAAGtk/d4F_bkIYtCM/s320/Arielle_on_Cannon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422003196403784386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7TMNc4mwI/AAAAAAAAGts/xJ4Yu-AbENM/s1600-h/IMG_2640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7TMNc4mwI/AAAAAAAAGts/xJ4Yu-AbENM/s320/IMG_2640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422003208123357954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- I graduated!  After 5+ years!  I became Dr. Sloan!  This was my biggest life event this year.  The first couple months of fall were mostly spent with me locked away in the office trying desperately to finish writing, so there's not much else to report there except that I was released from YW's, which made me sad but was good for them because I was a complete wreck with all the stress.  Here are some pictures from the day of my defense.  Crystal, Mom and Dad all came and we had apple pie and played games and had a big dinner at the Tip Top Cafe.  I'll miss you Dartmouth!  Thanks for treating me so well!  Below you will see a picture of the family at my fairwell dinner.  Crystal was, well, being Crystal.  Gotta love it.  The second is all of us on our zipline adventure that we took the next day in celebration.  So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7UrqmpHrI/AAAAAAAAGt0/6i-2lSSrySY/s1600-h/IMG_3102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7UrqmpHrI/AAAAAAAAGt0/6i-2lSSrySY/s320/IMG_3102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422004848036486834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7UsMcidJI/AAAAAAAAGt8/pdYFMmdbb7s/s1600-h/IMG_3125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7UsMcidJI/AAAAAAAAGt8/pdYFMmdbb7s/s320/IMG_3125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422004857120912530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- I got a postdoc!  Well, kind of.  And yes, it officially came after I graduated, but better late than never.  I will be moving to Long Island this month to do at least 6 months of training but it may end up being longer.  I'll find out more in February.  Don't you just love fuzzy futures?  Yeah, me neither, but I won't be sleeping on Mom and Dad's couch for at least 6 more months!  Whoo hoo!  Since I don't really have any fitting pictures of that yet here is one of a rented pickup truck full of my stuff which Mom and Dad so lovingly moved to CT for me while I finished up at Dartmouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7UsqStWSI/AAAAAAAAGuE/K0W3VewV5x4/s1600-h/IMG_3173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7UsqStWSI/AAAAAAAAGuE/K0W3VewV5x4/s320/IMG_3173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422004865132747042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- I went to Costa Rica!  This was one of the most amazing trips of my life.  I traveled alone to Costa Rica for 3 weeks where I lived with a host family, learned a bunch of Spanish at a language institute (though I still have a LONG way to go) made several friends and ate more beans and rice than I care to recall.  I went white water rafting, saw crocodiles up close and risked my life by getting in several Costa Rican taxis which are mostly operated by drivers that are certifiably insane (with a few exceptions).  It was exactly what I needed after all that defense mayhem.  In order these photos are: a tour guide feeding crocodiles (craziness), the hot springs at Arenal volcano (gorgeous and oh so relaxing) a church in San Jose, and rafting the Pacuare river (unbelievable).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7W0MyE_WI/AAAAAAAAGuk/fJjR_sSYasw/s1600-h/IMG_3285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7W0MyE_WI/AAAAAAAAGuk/fJjR_sSYasw/s320/IMG_3285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422007193673465186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7WztsgBDI/AAAAAAAAGuc/DARMVmHBCvE/s1600-h/IMG_3456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7WztsgBDI/AAAAAAAAGuc/DARMVmHBCvE/s320/IMG_3456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422007185328571442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7WzVznxrI/AAAAAAAAGuU/5t5kyS73jLA/s1600-h/IMG_3256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7WzVznxrI/AAAAAAAAGuU/5t5kyS73jLA/s320/IMG_3256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422007178915989170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7Wyx7VNcI/AAAAAAAAGuM/Qz0dtO99STQ/s1600-h/DSC_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7Wyx7VNcI/AAAAAAAAGuM/Qz0dtO99STQ/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422007169284650434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- Christmas!  Everyone except for Ashlee was here, including Polly the Adorable.  We had a great Christmas morning, delicious Christmas dinner, went bowling (I did terrible) and watched too many movies and played too much Scrabble and Blokus.  It was a blast.  I even got to see Laura, Jakob and Freja.  Polly got to meet Freja who I am determined will be her college roomate.  We creamed the competition at our annual volleyball game against the Binghams.  Arielle and Iwent to see our favorite band, Enter the Haggis and the next night we had a quiet New Years playing games with the family.  In order these photos are: Polly being oh so happy about getting her picture taken, the winning Polly smile, bowling with the family, baby day with the Spjuts, and Arielle and I at the concert.  Notice Arielle is wearing an ETH shirt.  Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7YnvoHnOI/AAAAAAAAGus/yfAB4EDQc8Y/s1600-h/IMG_3499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7YnvoHnOI/AAAAAAAAGus/yfAB4EDQc8Y/s320/IMG_3499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422009178711891170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7Y_8nniMI/AAAAAAAAGvM/-tZY8nNrOjM/s1600-h/IMG_3537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7Y_8nniMI/AAAAAAAAGvM/-tZY8nNrOjM/s320/IMG_3537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422009594516310210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7Yn0q0kBI/AAAAAAAAGu0/JggfFCfBpAg/s1600-h/IMG_3527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7Yn0q0kBI/AAAAAAAAGu0/JggfFCfBpAg/s320/IMG_3527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422009180065402898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7YoUuyuRI/AAAAAAAAGu8/ECFHW59gEM0/s1600-h/IMG_3586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7YoUuyuRI/AAAAAAAAGu8/ECFHW59gEM0/s320/IMG_3586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422009188671994130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7YoublKAI/AAAAAAAAGvE/bCoyClARPW8/s1600-h/IMG_3594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7YoublKAI/AAAAAAAAGvE/bCoyClARPW8/s320/IMG_3594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422009195570735106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, 2009 has been awesome.  In one more week (during which I have no idea what I'm going to do) I will move to Long Island to start the next chapter of my life.  Bring on 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2501415499966422894-8831613751939388206?l=sloanbeam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/8831613751939388206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2501415499966422894&amp;postID=8831613751939388206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/8831613751939388206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/8831613751939388206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-all-of-it.html' title='2009: All of It.'/><author><name>Telly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025160938964374004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XmFk94K1I/AAAAAAAADEg/SpbmennkmRw/S220/128_1727.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Sz7MrfabOUI/AAAAAAAAGtE/-8EzTX8MPKU/s72-c/DSC00041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501415499966422894.post-6742591309453463361</id><published>2009-01-10T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T19:33:22.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through Christmas and Hawaii</title><content type='html'>Yeah, ok.  So it's been a really really long time since I posted something.  I keep thinking- "oh, I'll just post something after such-and-such," or "I'll do it over Christmas break."  But I am lazy.  That's all there is to it.  So here you go- everything since, uh- wow.  Since Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, here is a shot from Maurice's somewhat impromptu birthday party at our house.  Sweet hat, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlabOby9ZI/AAAAAAAAGGo/Dxdj5UmYcP8/s1600-h/IMG_1659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlabOby9ZI/AAAAAAAAGGo/Dxdj5UmYcP8/s320/IMG_1659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289858661101008274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In November I went to the American Society of Human Genetics Conference in Philadelphia.  Here are me and some of my labmates at the poster session.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlabonWOOI/AAAAAAAAGGw/xKO0HM7VCQY/s1600-h/IMG_1674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlabonWOOI/AAAAAAAAGGw/xKO0HM7VCQY/s320/IMG_1674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289858668128778466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This just begged to be posted somewhere.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlacGnX5sI/AAAAAAAAGG4/YUDNfOtmAA0/s1600-h/IMG_1671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlacGnX5sI/AAAAAAAAGG4/YUDNfOtmAA0/s320/IMG_1671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289858676181952194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent an afternoon at the Philadelphia Museum of Art.  This was I think my favorite painting.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlacQxM_AI/AAAAAAAAGHA/xi__ljTungI/s1600-h/IMG_1707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlacQxM_AI/AAAAAAAAGHA/xi__ljTungI/s320/IMG_1707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289858678907534338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For Thanksgiving I easily convinced Mom and we together more difficultly convinced Dad to go see the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade!  Here is Snoopy in all his glory.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlacxZSndI/AAAAAAAAGHI/Q7Q6mntdKe4/s1600-h/IMG_1744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlacxZSndI/AAAAAAAAGHI/Q7Q6mntdKe4/s320/IMG_1744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289858687665610194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting back in NH just in time for the Joseph Smith Memorial Christmas lighting was definitely worth it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlbizQ2JXI/AAAAAAAAGHQ/nqDishIFlHA/s1600-h/IMG_1831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlbizQ2JXI/AAAAAAAAGHQ/nqDishIFlHA/s320/IMG_1831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289859890757903730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Surprisingly I got a new calling!  I'm now in YW of all places!  This chocolate musical note was given to me by one of the Valiant girls to commemorate my being Primary Chorister for 2 1/2 years!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlbjLHR24I/AAAAAAAAGHY/7jqWr43KxMY/s1600-h/IMG_1845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlbjLHR24I/AAAAAAAAGHY/7jqWr43KxMY/s320/IMG_1845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289859897160227714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here we arrive at Christmas.  Everyone was home and it was really really fun!  Dave and Naomi are expecting their first, Polly, February 18th.  Ashlee's putting in mission papers, Crystal got engaged, and Arielle is still up to her schemeing ways, as you can see below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlbjoseItI/AAAAAAAAGHg/kZ2n4s0uoOU/s1600-h/IMG_1859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlbjoseItI/AAAAAAAAGHg/kZ2n4s0uoOU/s320/IMG_1859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289859905100849874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to go all out and revisit the old days of acting out the Nativity since there were so many of us and we actually had a pregnant woman.  I was the angel.  We even recruited some Christmas dinner guests into the action.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlblnU-CLI/AAAAAAAAGHo/auWeJ6C7ouY/s1600-h/IMG_1906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlblnU-CLI/AAAAAAAAGHo/auWeJ6C7ouY/s320/IMG_1906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289859939093579954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As is tradition, we challenged the Wades and Palmbergs to a Christmas-time sporting event.  This year it was volleyball instead of basketball and we invited the Binghams as well.  I am pleased to report that we totally schooled all the other families.  Or at least that's I choose to remember it.  Since this is my blog, that's how it's going to be.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlbmIEm2UI/AAAAAAAAGHw/1lamZbqkmUM/s1600-h/IMG_1926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlbmIEm2UI/AAAAAAAAGHw/1lamZbqkmUM/s320/IMG_1926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289859947883321666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We played a lot of games.  This years big hit "The Great Dalmuti", also called scum in some circles.  A really bad hand would be one of every number.  Guess who was dealt that hand.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWldBV7boOI/AAAAAAAAGH4/aBTu2qggbI8/s1600-h/IMG_1950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWldBV7boOI/AAAAAAAAGH4/aBTu2qggbI8/s320/IMG_1950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289861514971029730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got to take Kedrick (Crystal's betrothed) on a tour of NYC.  Ashlee and I and my friend David (not to be confused with my brother) went down and had a really fun if not terribly productive day.  Here is a carousel ride in central park.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWldCPqbydI/AAAAAAAAGIA/4J_nr6dxprs/s1600-h/IMG_1959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWldCPqbydI/AAAAAAAAGIA/4J_nr6dxprs/s320/IMG_1959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289861530468993490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was David's first carousel ride ever!  Such a thing should definitely be immortalized.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWleXrjAJLI/AAAAAAAAGIg/DNuE4CvBt-Y/s1600-h/IMG_1962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWleXrjAJLI/AAAAAAAAGIg/DNuE4CvBt-Y/s320/IMG_1962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289862998242895026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how ground zero looks now.  It's a sobering place, but they are actively rebuilding.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWldCniwToI/AAAAAAAAGII/uhwICSsNbTI/s1600-h/IMG_1965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWldCniwToI/AAAAAAAAGII/uhwICSsNbTI/s320/IMG_1965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289861536879234690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I mentioned before Crystal got engaged over Christmas!  Whoo hoo!  She's getting married March 14th in Bountiful, UT.  We're all pretty excited and really like her fiance Frederick, uh, I mean Kedrick.  He proposed at Wickham park on the sledding hill.  Cute, eh?  Here's the ring.  I thought people would be interested to see.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWldCxiVygI/AAAAAAAAGIQ/3cvVTMdAiBM/s1600-h/IMG_1972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWldCxiVygI/AAAAAAAAGIQ/3cvVTMdAiBM/s320/IMG_1972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289861539561851394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crystal challenged us all to bowling.  None of us could take down Dad, though I did come REALLY close.  Anyway, we're still good at looking intimidating.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlmqDVPdHI/AAAAAAAAGJw/QCbWd1IVbgU/s1600-h/bowling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlmqDVPdHI/AAAAAAAAGJw/QCbWd1IVbgU/s320/bowling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289872109958296690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just for fun we made a movie with David's new video camera (I'm talking about the brother here).  This is Ashlee dressed up as her character, "Clare deLune".  I was Anna Sassin.  But I'm choosing not to put that picture up.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWldDe6uLZI/AAAAAAAAGIY/QnDsvf-LSq8/s1600-h/IMG_1979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWldDe6uLZI/AAAAAAAAGIY/QnDsvf-LSq8/s320/IMG_1979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289861551743708562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright- phew!  Last leg of the blog post.  Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;I got to fly out with Ashlee a few days early and go to Oahu before heading out to Kona on the Big Island.  Surprisingly enough we ran into Crystal and Kedrick at the Chicago airport!  Random!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWleYd9C_fI/AAAAAAAAGIo/9pfjV-ux83E/s1600-h/IMG_1981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWleYd9C_fI/AAAAAAAAGIo/9pfjV-ux83E/s320/IMG_1981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289863011773906418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my only make-you-jealous sunset beach picture, I promise.  This one happens to be Waikiki.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWleYnMYt1I/AAAAAAAAGIw/Y8vR5SrP8CY/s1600-h/IMG_1985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWleYnMYt1I/AAAAAAAAGIw/Y8vR5SrP8CY/s320/IMG_1985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289863014254163794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was really really fun to go back and visit BYUH and take Ashlee on this walk down memory lane.  I even got to see Dr. Day and Dr. Goodwill.  Good times.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWleY0cpdLI/AAAAAAAAGI4/0sJVhAc5RnU/s1600-h/IMG_2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWleY0cpdLI/AAAAAAAAGI4/0sJVhAc5RnU/s320/IMG_2008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289863017812030642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are in the eucalyptys tree outside the biology department.  I've spent a lot of time in/underneath this tree.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWleZJqw-HI/AAAAAAAAGJA/CSgkZAzUaB8/s1600-h/IMG_2013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWleZJqw-HI/AAAAAAAAGJA/CSgkZAzUaB8/s320/IMG_2013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289863023508387954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Laie temple with Ashlee and her roomate Lindsay.  The temple's closing down for a year and a half for renovations.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlfgbAXjzI/AAAAAAAAGJI/W2iLZOogbRU/s1600-h/IMG_2028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlfgbAXjzI/AAAAAAAAGJI/W2iLZOogbRU/s320/IMG_2028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289864247933112114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got to see Beth!  It had been so long!  It was really fun to catch up.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlfg1IgjAI/AAAAAAAAGJQ/ON9uPUq7r5Q/s1600-h/IMG_2039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlfg1IgjAI/AAAAAAAAGJQ/ON9uPUq7r5Q/s320/IMG_2039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289864254946577410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright, here's Kona.  This is the beach at the hotel we stayed at, with its own private lagoon.  All this first-class living we do at conferences is totally spoiling me.   Maybe I am an elitist after all.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlfhC0il1I/AAAAAAAAGJY/9faZqNSUBxo/s1600-h/IMG_2041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlfhC0il1I/AAAAAAAAGJY/9faZqNSUBxo/s320/IMG_2041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289864258620921682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got to go down to the Kona temple which I'd never seen before.  It is very beautiful.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlfhYyDCwI/AAAAAAAAGJg/Vk4BN_qP2es/s1600-h/IMG_2094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlfhYyDCwI/AAAAAAAAGJg/Vk4BN_qP2es/s320/IMG_2094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289864264516045570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took a trip out to Hilo one afternoon.  I didn't have much time but did get to see some things from back when I visited in the BYUH days.  Here's me on the hike down to the caldera of Kilauea Iki.  Some obliging fellow tourists took my picture :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlfhrPgJJI/AAAAAAAAGJo/f37SnTFqNE4/s1600-h/IMG_2115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlfhrPgJJI/AAAAAAAAGJo/f37SnTFqNE4/s320/IMG_2115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289864269471425682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.  I'm done.  And sleepy.  I look forward to many more adventures and keeping you updated as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2501415499966422894-6742591309453463361?l=sloanbeam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/6742591309453463361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2501415499966422894&amp;postID=6742591309453463361' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/6742591309453463361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/6742591309453463361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/2009/01/through-christmas-and-hawaii.html' title='Through Christmas and Hawaii'/><author><name>Telly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025160938964374004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XmFk94K1I/AAAAAAAADEg/SpbmennkmRw/S220/128_1727.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SWlabOby9ZI/AAAAAAAAGGo/Dxdj5UmYcP8/s72-c/IMG_1659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501415499966422894.post-7595522682438824629</id><published>2008-11-03T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:05:27.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous Fall 2008</title><content type='html'>Now that it is below 30 degrees on a regular basis and dark at 5 pm, I feel that we can officially call autumn over, or at least in its denouement (literary shout-out to Naomi, even though that's probably not the right way to use that word).  It has been a lovely autumn- in fact, one of the most beautiful ones I can remember.  The leaves stayed on the trees for a quite a while (and I'm sure are still on in many of your locations), and were really very stunning.  I spent more time than I probably should have enjoying the trees from my hammock.  I've actually been thinking- what if I postdoc somewhere where there's nowhere to hang up my hammock!  What if I end up in a city!  Can I do without it for 2 whole years?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Bostonian Conferences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended 2 conferences in the Boston-ish area.  The first was a weekend conference regional&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;YSA conference at the church's new campsite, Camp Zion.  It's really quite nice, and will help with all of the over-crowding at Camp Joseph.  It has lots of cute little cabins at campsites like "Council Bluffs" and "Nauvoo" and a lake complete with a small boathouse.  We spent an hour out on the lake trying to manuever a rowboat...  not that easy.  Though, naturally if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;had been the one paddling it would have been a different story.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But the boys wouldn't let us so, whatever.  Below is a picture of the cabin we stayed in as well as the lake, though apparently not in that order.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SQ-9EtiHqBI/AAAAAAAAGCM/kvJNDQ01RkM/s1600-h/IMG_1575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SQ-9EtiHqBI/AAAAAAAAGCM/kvJNDQ01RkM/s320/IMG_1575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264634378059229202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SQ-9Eb1DMDI/AAAAAAAAGCE/SmroQknz07A/s1600-h/IMG_1572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SQ-9Eb1DMDI/AAAAAAAAGCE/SmroQknz07A/s320/IMG_1572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264634373306789938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The second conference was the semi-annual all Ivy league conference, which I think they should rename "Smart Mormon Kids in Debt" (S.M.O.K.I.D).  Unfotunately (and fortunately too, I guess) I spent most of the time in the temple working my shifts.  I got to do 2 sessions with Dad which was really great!  Usually we only see each other in passing even though we're there at the same time.  But the conference was really fun- I only took 2 pictures and they're both just of Elyse making funny faces, so if other people have some they should let me know, because my collection is severly lacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Tunbridge World's Fair!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, the Tunbridge World's Fair- and by World's fair we mean county fair with a fancy name.  Though it is 138th year and thus deserves a great deal of respect.  It doesn't fail to live up to its name, though!  Everything there is huge- the oxen, the pumpkins, the horses, the tractors, the corndogs... need I go on?  Also, I bet you all have never seen so many things that were flavored with maple syrup.  I highly recommend the maple cotton candy.  It's pretty amazing.  I should also mention that the parking lot attendants were from the military.  I've never seen such efficient and frankly, intimidating people direct us how to park our car.  They took their job way seriously.  They were also the people who were selling the tickets at the front.  It was really kind of strange.  That's a lot of security for Tunbridge, VT.  I mean, the fair probably increases the town's population by a factor of 10 every night it's open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SQ-9EKf0iUI/AAAAAAAAGB8/3RkSoFjoHxM/s1600-h/IMG_1564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SQ-9EKf0iUI/AAAAAAAAGB8/3RkSoFjoHxM/s320/IMG_1564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264634368654346562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These ducks were sooo cute- they were miniature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SQ-9D1wa6sI/AAAAAAAAGB0/h_mpOWjAkBA/s1600-h/IMG_1557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SQ-9D1wa6sI/AAAAAAAAGB0/h_mpOWjAkBA/s320/IMG_1557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264634363086826178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maggie is thinking of a career change.  Who needs law school when you can drive this puppy all day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SQ-9DcuLnVI/AAAAAAAAGBs/O9e8ECiB6s0/s1600-h/IMG_1553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SQ-9DcuLnVI/AAAAAAAAGBs/O9e8ECiB6s0/s320/IMG_1553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264634356366548306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mt. Cardigan- take 2!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an older post you can see us doing this hike with the family after Arielle's graduation.  I think it's in "Summer- take 1".  Maggie and I would have had a "whitest legs" competition this time too, and I'm sure I would have won, except it was too dang cold at the top to do anything but huddle behind giant rocks and try to take pictures.  The wind was seriously intense.  The view was spectacular, though!  This was actually General Conference weekend.  We hiked in the morning, watched conference, went apple picking and then watched more conference.  I think it was the single most productive day I've ever had.  I don't think I'll ever top it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SQ--aHBQJ-I/AAAAAAAAGCk/MZVSR4lJtPQ/s1600-h/IMG_1614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SQ--aHBQJ-I/AAAAAAAAGCk/MZVSR4lJtPQ/s320/IMG_1614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264635845189576674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me being silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SQ--amCYv2I/AAAAAAAAGCs/s1EP8QZiltw/s1600-h/IMG_1619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SQ--amCYv2I/AAAAAAAAGCs/s1EP8QZiltw/s320/IMG_1619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264635853515833186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went around and tried to take foliage pictures.  This is Tex enjoying the view at Mascoma lake.  Notice that both of these tires look full- I've had a couple incidents in that arena lately due to the construction on our street that is now FINALLY over!  Anyway, isn't she cute?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SQ--ZyHnKjI/AAAAAAAAGCc/Q2HrTXPjdHA/s1600-h/IMG_1604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SQ--ZyHnKjI/AAAAAAAAGCc/Q2HrTXPjdHA/s320/IMG_1604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264635839579105842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SQ--Zq7_2HI/AAAAAAAAGCU/M1hE7dAmI3Y/s1600-h/IMG_1587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SQ--Zq7_2HI/AAAAAAAAGCU/M1hE7dAmI3Y/s320/IMG_1587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264635837651343474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Homecoming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No fall term at Dartmouth would be complete without the Homecoming bonfire.  The freshman build a huge (and safely designed) wood scaffolding with the year of their class on top (in this case, 12).  The tower is lit, turns blazing hot and all the freshman have to run around it (in this case the goal is 112 times) while everyone else stands around yelling encouraging things like "Run, freshman, run!"  "Worst class ever" "You're running the wrong way, turn around!" and my personal favorite "Touch the fire!"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They like to make them feel welcome.  Those of us who don't yell, watch the fire for a while and then go get some free donuts and cider in the student center.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;mmmmm.... donuts.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SQ--a_VMX1I/AAAAAAAAGC0/iUzegC-KBFw/s1600-h/IMG_1634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SQ--a_VMX1I/AAAAAAAAGC0/iUzegC-KBFw/s320/IMG_1634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264635860305600338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet the rest of you didn't hit up 3 Halloween parties this year.  But we sure did!  Actually, 4 if you count the trunk-or-treat on Wednesday.  Which is pretty awesome in our ward because the kids are so cute!  The first Halloween party, I will grant you, ended really early and the second one we were only at for about 10 minutes.  But they were pretty fun, and it was the most excitement we had seen in a while.  What's funny is that the 10 of us LDS Dartmouth kids go so stir crazy we have to get out and go to these Boston activities, but once we get there all we do is hang out together and take pictures of each other!  I guess that shows how close we really are. Ahhhh....  I will end my official report of fall with this picture of the classiest clown in the world trying to entertain Wonder Woman.  But alas, to no avail. Despite all her powers, Wonder Woman doesn't get my highly sophisticated comedic talent.  If only I knew how to juggle.  Crystal, where were you when I needed you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SQ-_dk78NuI/AAAAAAAAGC8/q2gxGarVDD4/s1600-h/me_elyse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SQ-_dk78NuI/AAAAAAAAGC8/q2gxGarVDD4/s320/me_elyse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264637004271597282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With that we can settle into winter.  Upcoming posts will include- "Chantel meets Philadelphia" as I attend the American Society of Human Genetics meeting next week, "Thanksgiving and the Macy's Day Parade" (provided we are actually successful in getting Dad out of bed early enough to go the parade) and "Life in a Swing State!", as I'm sure tomorrow's election day in New Hampshire will be something to remember.  Have a lovely day- thanks for reading :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2501415499966422894-7595522682438824629?l=sloanbeam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/7595522682438824629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2501415499966422894&amp;postID=7595522682438824629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/7595522682438824629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/7595522682438824629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/2008/11/fabulous-fall-2008.html' title='Fabulous Fall 2008'/><author><name>Telly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025160938964374004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XmFk94K1I/AAAAAAAADEg/SpbmennkmRw/S220/128_1727.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SQ-9EtiHqBI/AAAAAAAAGCM/kvJNDQ01RkM/s72-c/IMG_1575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501415499966422894.post-1399025263537388222</id><published>2008-09-11T15:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:59:59.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun- Take 2!</title><content type='html'>Back by popular demand!!!  Summer fun presented as a large series of events designed to make my life look fascinating.  Albeit, I have noticed that "Summer 1" is significantly more interesting than "Summer 2" quite achieved, but, hey, I needed some R and R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harvard, cont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, first I will be elitist.  That's pretty much my style, anyway.  I spent the entire month of July in Boston attending a class at the Harvard School of Public Health.  The class was absolutely amazing, and I know I discussed some of it in "Summer 1".  But I didn't have these pictures then.  Here is the Kresge courtyard in front of the School of Public Health which is also shared with the Medical School.  Notice the string quartet that played for us as we studied.  Yeah, it's pretty posh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmdSC-uWQI/AAAAAAAAF2A/bkoktyENtqs/s1600-h/IMG_1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmdSC-uWQI/AAAAAAAAF2A/bkoktyENtqs/s320/IMG_1153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244896174412814594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is of the Harvard Medical School.  Pretty, eh?  I mean it's no Dartmouth, but...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmdSRLFXxI/AAAAAAAAF2I/gqnDmW48LmY/s1600-h/IMG_1156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmdSRLFXxI/AAAAAAAAF2I/gqnDmW48LmY/s320/IMG_1156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244896178222751506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bienvenue, eh?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, surry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to keep the theme of the summer...ta da!  Another trip to Canada.  But this time it was the other coast, and with a different sister.  And they spoke French.  And we mostly did free stuff instead of spending all our meager savings.&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado, presented in all its glory... Montreal!  (it was kinda rainy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmjF3qONxI/AAAAAAAAF3Q/XodKmAZlGBk/s1600-h/IMG_1250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmjF3qONxI/AAAAAAAAF3Q/XodKmAZlGBk/s320/IMG_1250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244902562285369106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping back, while attempting to find the scenic lookout from which the above photo was taken, we found a playground.  Which was actually very fun and of course we took advantage of the available of photo ops.  (Arielle and Dallin are both very vain.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmgpx3vytI/AAAAAAAAF2o/yBNZBNXuezI/s1600-h/IMG_1206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmgpx3vytI/AAAAAAAAF2o/yBNZBNXuezI/s320/IMG_1206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244899880671890130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.  I saved his life.  Something they taught me at Harvard.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmgqSKfoaI/AAAAAAAAF2w/2R_2Q_1gi1w/s1600-h/IMG_1227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmgqSKfoaI/AAAAAAAAF2w/2R_2Q_1gi1w/s320/IMG_1227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244899889340457378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She'll have fun, fun, fun till her Daddy takes the... oh.   Nevermind.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmgqzuV92I/AAAAAAAAF24/83p10yLLqWU/s1600-h/IMG_1225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmgqzuV92I/AAAAAAAAF24/83p10yLLqWU/s320/IMG_1225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244899898349188962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again, stepping back in time to that morning... a lovely dock which offered a nice view, shopping, and yes, more photo ops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmdSnqAZ8I/AAAAAAAAF2Q/lCdTg68XBT0/s1600-h/IMG_1163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmdSnqAZ8I/AAAAAAAAF2Q/lCdTg68XBT0/s320/IMG_1163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244896184258029506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You probably think this song is about you....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmdTPkmrrI/AAAAAAAAF2Y/6CjyS67H7n0/s1600-h/IMG_1167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmdTPkmrrI/AAAAAAAAF2Y/6CjyS67H7n0/s320/IMG_1167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244896194972790450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the main event.  Dallin  was looking forward to this for 3 weeks.  Poutine!  A delicious, yet premature-heart-disease-inducing Canadian delicacy that involves loads of freshly cut (apparently being fresh cut is very important) french fries, gravy, cheese curds, and at this particular poutine-specializing restaraunt, a variety of toppings.  I believe mine was steak and cheese.  I was a little hesitant at first, but it was very good, and made me not want to eat anything but vegetables for the rest of the week.  So really, it's like health food.  Watch for my new upcoming invention- "poutine light."  It's gonna be big.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmdTf4SGlI/AAAAAAAAF2g/XXIupl-rM9M/s1600-h/IMG_1174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmdTf4SGlI/AAAAAAAAF2g/XXIupl-rM9M/s320/IMG_1174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244896199350295122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was how we felt after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmgrd_rvCI/AAAAAAAAF3A/tTeTa8Ek21s/s1600-h/IMG_1240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmgrd_rvCI/AAAAAAAAF3A/tTeTa8Ek21s/s320/IMG_1240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244899909696207906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A dream fulfilled, and a new career found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my very first experience outdoor rock climbing at Rumney.  The most amazing thing happened! As we were driving there, seeing moose crossing signs and Dallin listened to me lament having never seen a moose despite being in New Hampshire 4 full years,  SUDDENLY (please read with dramatic effect) as we turned a corner there was a moose crossing the street!   It's kind of hard to see in the picture because it took me a second to get my camera out, but you can see it to the left off the road as it rambled past us into the woods.  It was pretty awesome.  I was so thankful to finally be blessed with a moose sighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmjGccVmwI/AAAAAAAAF3Y/QvaMc9XWhPg/s1600-h/IMG_1284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmjGccVmwI/AAAAAAAAF3Y/QvaMc9XWhPg/s320/IMG_1284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244902572159245058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so here is why I think I am ready for pro rock climbing.  I went with Dallin, right?  He's done a ton of climbing, right?  But he would only take about 5 minutes to climb up.  I, on the other hand, was thoughtful, pondering every possible move for at least 7 minutes and therefore resulting in about a 45 minute climb.  Now, is that stamina, or is that stamina?  I mean, I didn't even have time to reach the top!  Watch out climbing world, because here comes Chantel!  Psh... and people think this stuff is hard.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmjHag9FmI/AAAAAAAAF3o/1O-Mko7QTDc/s1600-h/IMG_1287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmjHag9FmI/AAAAAAAAF3o/1O-Mko7QTDc/s320/IMG_1287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244902588821608034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are family, I got all my sisters and me... come on, sing along!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to dedicate this next smattering of pictures to my 2 favorite little sisters who spent the summer with me adding so much joy and so many fun random moments to the everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures need no caption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmjHot3C1I/AAAAAAAAF3w/svTdwFpkpsk/s1600-h/IMG_1328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmjHot3C1I/AAAAAAAAF3w/svTdwFpkpsk/s320/IMG_1328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244902592633834322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying on dresses just for fun... Ashlee fell in love with this.  She's inclined to think the song is about her too.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmgsL_54aI/AAAAAAAAF3I/aFkZmK16GxA/s1600-h/IMG_1360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmgsL_54aI/AAAAAAAAF3I/aFkZmK16GxA/s320/IMG_1360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244899922045165986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Painting pottery at tip-top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmlIso0EwI/AAAAAAAAF34/3jSIPQmpvEs/s1600-h/IMG_1349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmlIso0EwI/AAAAAAAAF34/3jSIPQmpvEs/s320/IMG_1349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244904809889534722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And yet another fun day trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee came with me to Mary Kreider's wedding.  (Now Mary Laffely).  She married a handsome young cardiac surgeon and had a lovely reception in Maine (with very delicious food, I might add).  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmjG31hrFI/AAAAAAAAF3g/GLxu7P7oJEI/s1600-h/IMG_1379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmjG31hrFI/AAAAAAAAF3g/GLxu7P7oJEI/s320/IMG_1379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244902579512650834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chantel meets.... exercise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so once everyone left me... so sad... I needed to get out and work off everything I'd done to my body over the summer.  (If you are unaware how much I ate, go back and count how many times I mention food in the last 2 posts).  So I bought a bike!  I hit the trail the way I used to nearly every day a couple of years ago and found that yes, I still love it, and yes, I'm out of shape.  But here it is!  It's silver... ooooo.....  pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmlJfU_EGI/AAAAAAAAF4I/G5Sk6GrxCuQ/s1600-h/IMG_1494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmlJfU_EGI/AAAAAAAAF4I/G5Sk6GrxCuQ/s320/IMG_1494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244904823496577122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"The beach"- as we affectionately call it is my 2nd favorite place on my typical ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmlI71dQ1I/AAAAAAAAF4A/00ySzOm-CqU/s1600-h/IMG_1489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmlI71dQ1I/AAAAAAAAF4A/00ySzOm-CqU/s320/IMG_1489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244904813969097554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my 1st favorite- the view of Mascoma lake from Eagle Scout park.  Weren't the clouds awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmlJvfzA9I/AAAAAAAAF4Q/aviqI-6sBqA/s1600-h/IMG_1508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmlJvfzA9I/AAAAAAAAF4Q/aviqI-6sBqA/s320/IMG_1508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244904827836892114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The changing of the roomates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Rachael winged her way off to Italy for the fall (see back of head, below) my friend Maggie moved in!  It's great having her here for multiple reasons, mostly to keep me from sitting around eating ice cream and watching movies every night by myself.  Here is a picture of some FHE-ers over at our house.  I had just taught them to play "steal the bacon."  That's right Sloans!  You know you love that game!  Owen has a football under his shirt, in case you're wondering. Maggie's the one in pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmlKGJoIxI/AAAAAAAAF4Y/XEzMQftI0o8/s1600-h/IMG_1499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmlKGJoIxI/AAAAAAAAF4Y/XEzMQftI0o8/s320/IMG_1499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244904833917920018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pictureless, but fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad came and spent labor day with me because, well, we were both bored and figured- why should everyone else have the fun?  Mom took Arielle out to school and everyone I knew had gone out of town pretty much, so I twisted Dad's arm and we had a great day canoeing the White River and attending FHE with some families in the ward around a campfire.   I didn't take any canoeing pictures though, because Dad kept insisting that we were going to fall in, purposefully if not accidentally.  We didn't tip, but did pull up on shore and go for a ... let's call it "brisk"... swim.  Thanks for coming, Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chantel ponders the future!  Aaaah!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I just got back from my 2 day retreat with the lab.  We go up to Dartmouth's conference center on squam lake once a year and talk about our projects, go kayaking, play games and eat lots and lots and lots of delicious food.  This years theme?  Postdocs.  That's right!  I get to start thinking and planning for life after grad school!  Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the conference center.  It's pretty much just gorgeous.  At night you can go out and hear the loons calling from all around the lake.  Also, we had a jam session.  I brought my violin, and Krissy and Ryan brought a flute and guitar respectively and we improved together.  It was fun for us, but I can pretty much guarantee it was miserable for everyone else.  Oh well, we told them they could bring instruments too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmdTf4SGlI/AAAAAAAAF2g/XXIupl-rM9M/s1600-h/IMG_1174.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmnujovxjI/AAAAAAAAF4g/o1MCLDBjcxQ/s1600-h/IMG_1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmnujovxjI/AAAAAAAAF4g/o1MCLDBjcxQ/s320/IMG_1519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244907659331618354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went out on the boats early this morning with Casey and Anna.  I was in a kayak, they a canoe.  It was a bit chilly, but really pretty paddling through the fog with the sunrise.  I love how this picture came out.  I call it "paddlers in the mist" .  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmnvOty8XI/AAAAAAAAF4o/hnoo0fSwvqE/s1600-h/IMG_1544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmnvOty8XI/AAAAAAAAF4o/hnoo0fSwvqE/s320/IMG_1544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244907670895522162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I hope you enjoyed my summer, I know I did!  Now time to settle in to fall.  Pretty much, I'm going to be writing papers the whole time.  But hey, at least I get to rake leaves instead of just mowing the lawn.  I will be sure to provide a smattering of pictures of me jumping into my leaf piles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2501415499966422894-1399025263537388222?l=sloanbeam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/1399025263537388222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2501415499966422894&amp;postID=1399025263537388222' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/1399025263537388222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/1399025263537388222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/2008/09/summer-fun-take-2.html' title='Summer Fun- Take 2!'/><author><name>Telly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025160938964374004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XmFk94K1I/AAAAAAAADEg/SpbmennkmRw/S220/128_1727.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SMmdSC-uWQI/AAAAAAAAF2A/bkoktyENtqs/s72-c/IMG_1153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501415499966422894.post-7796617420839110897</id><published>2008-07-14T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:10:39.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun- Take 1</title><content type='html'>You know what I realized?  That writing a post only once every several months makes your life look way more exciting than it actually is!  So here you go, only 4 months since the last one!  This is basically a run down of the summer up until the half-way point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crystal and Chantel go Canadian... eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal and I spent nearly a week in beautiful Victoria, B.C.  We went to an aquarium, on a whale watch (someone forgot to tell the whales), drove to Tofino and went kayaking, went on a suspension bridge, got to hang out with Lindsay's amazing family, saw the most beautiful botanical gardens, explored an old growth forest, tried every Canadian candy bar there is (including all varieties of the Aero bar), and risked our lives to take a picture of a bear.  It was absolutely fantastic- and so gorgeous!!!  If you want the full smattering of pictures let me know, and I'll send a link.  This is obviously a small taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH432u-k4CI/AAAAAAAAEIc/AY9iJnumeRM/s1600-h/IMG_0361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH432u-k4CI/AAAAAAAAEIc/AY9iJnumeRM/s320/IMG_0361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223674031259312162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH432-SN4OI/AAAAAAAAEIk/q6JcMuyIB0o/s1600-h/IMG_0492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH432-SN4OI/AAAAAAAAEIk/q6JcMuyIB0o/s320/IMG_0492.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223674035368222946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH447qfixuI/AAAAAAAAEI0/Jr6aQ3aa_5Y/s1600-h/IMG_0431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH447qfixuI/AAAAAAAAEI0/Jr6aQ3aa_5Y/s320/IMG_0431.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223675215466383074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH448IdPREI/AAAAAAAAEI8/zO9uCqOi11U/s1600-h/IMG_0573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH448IdPREI/AAAAAAAAEI8/zO9uCqOi11U/s320/IMG_0573.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223675223509779522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH434PMie_I/AAAAAAAAEIs/o6qR5GA4iqc/s1600-h/IMG_0628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH434PMie_I/AAAAAAAAEIs/o6qR5GA4iqc/s320/IMG_0628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223674057087679474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH448T21zLI/AAAAAAAAEJE/Gwr4ecRFE8s/s1600-h/IMG_0639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH448T21zLI/AAAAAAAAEJE/Gwr4ecRFE8s/s320/IMG_0639.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223675226569952434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH448xUiTwI/AAAAAAAAEJM/MFpBarq0xxE/s1600-h/IMG_0642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH448xUiTwI/AAAAAAAAEJM/MFpBarq0xxE/s320/IMG_0642.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223675234479132418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blair's Graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blair graduated, which is very lovely for him, and bittersweet for us, because then he had to move back to Utah.  We miss you Blair!!!!  Come visit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH455ZvtoVI/AAAAAAAAEJU/PLT8QOO3DZM/s1600-h/IMG_0778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH455ZvtoVI/AAAAAAAAEJU/PLT8QOO3DZM/s320/IMG_0778.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223676276122689874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the Wall....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee and Arielle moved in with me.  Yeah!!!  We've been having lots of adventures, one of the most novel being that due to the influence of Dallin&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;we have attempted rock climbing.  What's that you say?  I thought Chantel had no upper-body strength?  Well, you would be right.  But apparently if you stick to the easy stuff you can still avoid looking like a complete idiot- and I'll take lazy over stupid any day.   You can quote me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH474Qj-9iI/AAAAAAAAEJc/OI4Lkn_q1dU/s1600-h/IMG_0783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH474Qj-9iI/AAAAAAAAEJc/OI4Lkn_q1dU/s320/IMG_0783.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223678455500961314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH474kM0K7I/AAAAAAAAEJk/Vaifmnw93_U/s1600-h/IMG_0795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH474kM0K7I/AAAAAAAAEJk/Vaifmnw93_U/s320/IMG_0795.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223678460772494258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butterflies and Birthdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In celebration of Ashlee and Arielle's birthdays, we went down to Massachusetts to a butterfly farm and to Yankee Candle.  Many lovely (and comical) photos were taken.  It was a really fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH49KQpS7TI/AAAAAAAAEJs/tvQEbitb0To/s1600-h/IMG_0864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH49KQpS7TI/AAAAAAAAEJs/tvQEbitb0To/s320/IMG_0864.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223679864272514354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH49LLTSAfI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/2076uTrvK6w/s1600-h/IMG_0832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH49LLTSAfI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/2076uTrvK6w/s320/IMG_0832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223679880017871346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH49LXZSexI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/mR0GnvqEA0o/s1600-h/IMG_0856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH49LXZSexI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/mR0GnvqEA0o/s320/IMG_0856.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223679883264293650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH49MFqEsYI/AAAAAAAAEKE/LoC5vbxyd0g/s1600-h/IMG_0855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH49MFqEsYI/AAAAAAAAEKE/LoC5vbxyd0g/s320/IMG_0855.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223679895682724226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To answer your questions about the pictures below, yes, I am thumb-wrestling a knight.  We tied.  Yes, Mom and Dad do look a little too comfortable in the king-queen role.  No, they all told me it was just apple juice in those steins, and I decided it would be silly not to believe them, right?  Besides, they ate something hearty first.   Napoleon and I are close because we share the same Myers-Briggs personality type.  And yes, Ashlee and Arielle are hot stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH4-N5q6u1I/AAAAAAAAEKM/aDKfw9Xoqow/s1600-h/IMG_0877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH4-N5q6u1I/AAAAAAAAEKM/aDKfw9Xoqow/s320/IMG_0877.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223681026336406354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH4-OTvcjaI/AAAAAAAAEKU/nbdl-3_SdGc/s1600-h/IMG_0878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH4-OTvcjaI/AAAAAAAAEKU/nbdl-3_SdGc/s320/IMG_0878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223681033334721954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH4-O1yWF8I/AAAAAAAAEKc/2xR-dt9VuEI/s1600-h/IMG_0876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH4-O1yWF8I/AAAAAAAAEKc/2xR-dt9VuEI/s320/IMG_0876.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223681042473686978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH4-PsL3enI/AAAAAAAAEKk/noML2GT6aFw/s1600-h/IMG_0881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH4-PsL3enI/AAAAAAAAEKk/noML2GT6aFw/s320/IMG_0881.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223681057076247154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH4-QfwoqEI/AAAAAAAAEKs/g0dxaRoX0lE/s1600-h/IMG_0883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH4-QfwoqEI/AAAAAAAAEKs/g0dxaRoX0lE/s320/IMG_0883.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223681070920673346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arielle meets YouTube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arielle graduated from high school.  Huge shocker.    And you can say she didn't do too badly for herself, because she was the valedict something or other.  Her speech is on YouTube... it's up to .... let's see.... wow!  78 views!  Way to go, Arielle!  Dave and Naomi especially enjoyed the after-party...  They, however, neglected to eat something hearty.  It wasn't pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tnQIXpB8L8I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arielle trying to find one of her friends by climbing atop her family.  You can judge the ethics of that on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5AaikxhOI/AAAAAAAAEK0/wfXnVIX_JqU/s1600-h/IMG_0930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5AaikxhOI/AAAAAAAAEK0/wfXnVIX_JqU/s320/IMG_0930.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223683442498176226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really don't know what to say about this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5AhFGjn7I/AAAAAAAAEK8/Fv29jHL30dM/s1600-h/IMG_0944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5AhFGjn7I/AAAAAAAAEK8/Fv29jHL30dM/s320/IMG_0944.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223683554845892530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5AhmhlZwI/AAAAAAAAELE/qCT7ti_pTxM/s1600-h/IMG_0934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5AhmhlZwI/AAAAAAAAELE/qCT7ti_pTxM/s320/IMG_0934.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223683563817625346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Family Adventures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Arielle's graduation everyone came up to New Hampshire for some hiking, Dave and Naomi included!  It was really fun- here's us at the top of Mount Cardigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5AiKuVtaI/AAAAAAAAELM/VeHU6PdXvQc/s1600-h/IMG_0971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5AiKuVtaI/AAAAAAAAELM/VeHU6PdXvQc/s320/IMG_0971.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223683573534799266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took a few of these shots.  Sometimes Dave was the highest, sometimes Naomi.  Dad and Ashlee never leave the ground.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5AiQnPFHI/AAAAAAAAELU/vq3lFY0z0yo/s1600-h/IMG_0980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5AiQnPFHI/AAAAAAAAELU/vq3lFY0z0yo/s320/IMG_0980.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223683575115617394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a "whitest legs" competition.  Guess who won.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5Bo7kRI7I/AAAAAAAAELc/qK7w32uknpo/s1600-h/IMG_0981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5Bo7kRI7I/AAAAAAAAELc/qK7w32uknpo/s320/IMG_0981.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223684789236736946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dave and Naomi being a yicky married couple.  Uh, I mean, cute.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5IQx25YzI/AAAAAAAAENk/mSAjw0OxMN0/s1600-h/IMG_0976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5IQx25YzI/AAAAAAAAENk/mSAjw0OxMN0/s320/IMG_0976.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223692070895051570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was planning on  following every rainbow after this, but then she got bored.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5IQsaceVI/AAAAAAAAENc/fpSIYlJb0Ko/s1600-h/IMG_0970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5IQsaceVI/AAAAAAAAENc/fpSIYlJb0Ko/s320/IMG_0970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223692069433538898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE this picture!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5BpaHVtLI/AAAAAAAAELk/sKVa04rGwv0/s1600-h/IMG_0985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5BpaHVtLI/AAAAAAAAELk/sKVa04rGwv0/s320/IMG_0985.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223684797436900530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bahston and Hahvard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending this month in Boston taking an epidemiology course at the Harvard School of Public Health.  Yeah, intense...  It's been amazing, though!  Ashlee, Arielle and Dallin came down for the 4th of July.  We saw the fireworks and spent the next day exploring the Freedom trail, Harvard campus, and a random beach.   There were actually so many great pictures taken that weekend it was really hard to pick which ones to include.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5BpoaraLI/AAAAAAAAELs/tqX0avqSPxk/s1600-h/IMG_1004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5BpoaraLI/AAAAAAAAELs/tqX0avqSPxk/s320/IMG_1004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223684801276111026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture came out the best- taken by Ashlee, of course.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5Bp7HFIeI/AAAAAAAAEL0/VAQ-c3QpjjU/s1600-h/IMG_1010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5Bp7HFIeI/AAAAAAAAEL0/VAQ-c3QpjjU/s320/IMG_1010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223684806294184418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We asked them both the question: "If you're traveling in a car at the speed of light and you put your headlights on, do they do anything? "  We never got a response.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5BqbA5zfI/AAAAAAAAEL8/_oWEW37quck/s1600-h/IMG_1021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5BqbA5zfI/AAAAAAAAEL8/_oWEW37quck/s320/IMG_1021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223684814858210802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just say NO!  (Ashlee carries that pin around with her everywhere for just such an occasion.  Really.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5DhcHkZGI/AAAAAAAAEME/mnnmM-0S3so/s1600-h/IMG_1039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5DhcHkZGI/AAAAAAAAEME/mnnmM-0S3so/s320/IMG_1039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223686859559036002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all try to fit through the revolving door at once.  Can you  say , tourists????  This is the MIT COOP by the way. I was trying to get some Sloan school memorobilia, but they didn't really have anything good.  Losers.      &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5DiKYEkMI/AAAAAAAAEMU/qh6XHrJ3pns/s1600-h/IMG_1068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5DiKYEkMI/AAAAAAAAEMU/qh6XHrJ3pns/s320/IMG_1068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223686871976284354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5DjATc63I/AAAAAAAAEMk/p9CVZLFotho/s1600-h/IMG_1090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5DjATc63I/AAAAAAAAEMk/p9CVZLFotho/s320/IMG_1090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223686886452423538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5Dhnz9VsI/AAAAAAAAEMM/hKzTunPZPyk/s1600-h/IMG_1087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5Dhnz9VsI/AAAAAAAAEMM/hKzTunPZPyk/s320/IMG_1087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223686862698010306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crystal, where were you when we needed you?????&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5Eme4H9tI/AAAAAAAAEMs/5xmBTEwvyzs/s1600-h/IMG_1123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5Eme4H9tI/AAAAAAAAEMs/5xmBTEwvyzs/s320/IMG_1123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223688045710538450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Palmyra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, last weekend we went on a trip to Palmyra.  Originally it was going to be all 4 of us, but it ended up being Dallin and I and then eventually, about, oh, 20 hours or so after our arrival we finally were given absolute proof that Ashlee and Arielle were still alive.   But we had a great time nonetheless!&lt;br /&gt;This is us hanging out with King Noah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5FzT0CZII/AAAAAAAAEM0/qS-6vrNqrsc/s1600-h/IMG_1127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5FzT0CZII/AAAAAAAAEM0/qS-6vrNqrsc/s320/IMG_1127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223689365590533250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neither of us ever grew up.  Or I think are ever planning on it.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5FzooDVZI/AAAAAAAAEM8/7pyCAZq39Mw/s1600-h/IMG_1132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5FzooDVZI/AAAAAAAAEM8/7pyCAZq39Mw/s320/IMG_1132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223689371177407890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why is it that when it's 95 degrees and humid guys can still look like they just showered?  Not fair.  It's ok, I beat him in the whitest legs competition too.  I'm undefeated.  Booyah.     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5F0GDyBMI/AAAAAAAAENE/Orv1ZspQ3Tk/s1600-h/IMG_1134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5F0GDyBMI/AAAAAAAAENE/Orv1ZspQ3Tk/s320/IMG_1134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223689379078341826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A  beautiful shot in the sacred grove.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5F0u-np1I/AAAAAAAAENM/Qqa-GWcYpEo/s1600-h/IMG_1141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5F0u-np1I/AAAAAAAAENM/Qqa-GWcYpEo/s320/IMG_1141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223689390062544722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They live!!!!!!!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5F1PzMoCI/AAAAAAAAENU/sIgdEtZ1ivo/s1600-h/IMG_1152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH5F1PzMoCI/AAAAAAAAENU/sIgdEtZ1ivo/s320/IMG_1152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223689398873006114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is the first half of my summer.  Look for further updates.... eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2501415499966422894-7796617420839110897?l=sloanbeam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/7796617420839110897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2501415499966422894&amp;postID=7796617420839110897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/7796617420839110897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/7796617420839110897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-fun-take-1.html' title='Summer Fun- Take 1'/><author><name>Telly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025160938964374004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XmFk94K1I/AAAAAAAADEg/SpbmennkmRw/S220/128_1727.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SH432u-k4CI/AAAAAAAAEIc/AY9iJnumeRM/s72-c/IMG_0361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501415499966422894.post-957973466499481998</id><published>2008-04-16T17:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:10:43.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still alive</title><content type='html'>I have been fairly absent lately due to the fact that life has been MAYHEM!!!!  March was just crazy beginning to end.  The events in order that will be reported in this post are Cheesefest 2008, Snowboarding (take 2), Laura's wedding, Moving, My 26th Birthday, and Chantel is Finally Pubmed searchable!  There's been a lot going on, but those are the highlights I'm going to focus in on.  So, here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEESEFEST 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are in the know, Cheesefest is a tradition that Crystal and I became a part of at BYU-Hawaii.  I've taken it upon myself to bring it to New Hampshire.  As a result of this ambition, we've made it a yearly tradition for the Concord YSA (this is year 2), and since Laura was YSA president, I was put in charge of it.  I happen to like being in charge of events (in case any of you didn't notice) and so I had a blast.  Events at Cheesefest include, but are not limited to: cheese tasting (of course), a cheesy movie, a cheesy game, and of course the crowning of a cheese prince and princess.  The cheese prince and princess are voted in based on a speech they make in which they describe what their favorite cheese is and why, a moment in their life that has touched them with cheese, and how cheese can create world peace.  Below you'll see Lindsay (this year's cheese princess) await the decision of the judges and Peter (the prince) being crowned by Blair (last year's prince).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAvjO7EDTiI/AAAAAAAAD0w/tqzRqR5AiIg/s1600-h/DSCN0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAvjO7EDTiI/AAAAAAAAD0w/tqzRqR5AiIg/s320/DSCN0287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191492840986988066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAvjPbEDTjI/AAAAAAAAD04/Lz3nbvC5f0M/s1600-h/DSCN0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAvjPbEDTjI/AAAAAAAAD04/Lz3nbvC5f0M/s320/DSCN0299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191492849576922674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNOWBOARDING (Take 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so headed toward Olympic snowboarding.  That is, as  soon as I can figure out how to get off the lift without falling over.  Which I'm sure will be soon???  Maybe?  The bunny hill at Ascutney actually features large animal wood cutouts down the slope,as well as a castle that you can go through, provided you have enough speed.  I didn't.  So here's a picture of my friend Casey pushing me through the little woods on the other side of the castle.  Yep, totally headed towards the Olympics.  It is really pretty fun, so long as I don't freak out, and I only hurt for about 2 days afterwards instead of an entire week this time.  Granted, since our much long awaited spring has finally arrived here in the upper valley, I won't be on a snowboard for at least another 7 months or so.  Though spring is very very very very welcome!!!!!  Below are some daffodils outside the house :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAgXtsVLcVI/AAAAAAAAD0I/SPONnekqg8M/s1600-h/P3290135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAgXtsVLcVI/AAAAAAAAD0I/SPONnekqg8M/s320/P3290135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190424644306039122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAvk57EDToI/AAAAAAAAD1g/xTBAk0I94Gs/s1600-h/IMG_0225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAvk57EDToI/AAAAAAAAD1g/xTBAk0I94Gs/s320/IMG_0225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191494679232990850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAURA'S WEDDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got married!  The sealing was beautiful.  It was great to meet all the Spjut clan and have Laura's parents stay with me.  There were many exciting things that happened, including a beautiful sealing, some sunny (though chilly) picture taking, a beautiful reception (if I may say so myself :)  and Laura being apparently anti- car decorating as she took everything off before leaving the parking lot.  hehe.  The next day was also a lovely (though a bit hectic) Easter Sunday which I enjoyed with the Watts at church and the Lytle's and Spjuts at dinner.  I never ever ever could have pullled it off without so many people helping.  Not that they'll probably read this, but thanks!!! Below are pictures of the wedding, the gorgeous cake, and me dancing with my Dad- he's got pretty good moves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAgN5cVLcSI/AAAAAAAADzw/R7tqocVa_wI/s1600-h/IMG_0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAgN5cVLcSI/AAAAAAAADzw/R7tqocVa_wI/s320/IMG_0062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190413851053224226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAgN6MVLcTI/AAAAAAAADz4/VsXxALR-DRI/s1600-h/IMG_0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAgN6MVLcTI/AAAAAAAADz4/VsXxALR-DRI/s320/IMG_0089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190413863938126130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAgN6cVLcUI/AAAAAAAAD0A/OcvYHtlJ8xc/s1600-h/IMG_0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAgN6cVLcUI/AAAAAAAAD0A/OcvYHtlJ8xc/s320/IMG_0166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190413868233093442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MOVED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days after the wedding!  Today, April 16th I just finally unpacked my food storage.  So I think it's pretty official now.  The place is really nice and I've had fun kind of personalizing it.  The most exciting things are that I now have a garage (which has already come in handy) and ta da!!! A washer and dryer!!! No more laundromat.  Also, they have an immense collection of DVDs that they left behind.  So long productivity....  My new roomate is Rachel Ladd.  Her mom helped out a ton at Laura's wedding with the food.  She's a local girl that finished her degree from BYU in Arabic studies and has already traveled North Africa and the Middle East and will be doing much more of it in the future.  Yeah, she's pretty amazing.  Also, she got in to grad school at Dartmouth for the fall!  That means I'm not the only YSA grad student here anymore!  I've been waiting 4 years!!!!!  I accompanied her family to a celebratory Rachel's b-day (it's birthday season, it was also Blair's b-day recently)/ grad school acceptance dinner at Margaritas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAvk5LEDTmI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/8X2d3ywhrko/s1600-h/IMG_0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAvk5LEDTmI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/8X2d3ywhrko/s320/IMG_0233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191494666348088930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAih9sVLcWI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/gB_4mYOAqF8/s1600-h/IMG_0208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAih9sVLcWI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/gB_4mYOAqF8/s320/IMG_0208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190576651788579170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAih-8VLcXI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/4phV1j3ep4k/s1600-h/IMG_0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAih-8VLcXI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/4phV1j3ep4k/s320/IMG_0209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190576673263415666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAih_cVLcYI/AAAAAAAAD0g/qbpAZWEaRq8/s1600-h/IMG_0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAih_cVLcYI/AAAAAAAAD0g/qbpAZWEaRq8/s320/IMG_0210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190576681853350274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAiiAcVLcZI/AAAAAAAAD0o/rSoI7tioLZU/s1600-h/IMG_0211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAiiAcVLcZI/AAAAAAAAD0o/rSoI7tioLZU/s320/IMG_0211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190576699033219474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAvnfrEDTqI/AAAAAAAAD1w/0EPR9hy2XFk/s1600-h/IMG_0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAvnfrEDTqI/AAAAAAAAD1w/0EPR9hy2XFk/s320/IMG_0206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191497526796308130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY 26th BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though actually, I should say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our &lt;/span&gt;26th birthday.  Crystal and I did spend the day doing the exact same thing!  We both had Indian food (pure coincidence) and watched the new Office episode and had cake.  My celebration was at my labmates house (since I don't have cable).  So Casey hosted and Anna brought a big beautiful cheesecake from a place called Lou's.  It was very delicious. It was my and our other labmate Krissy's b-days within 2 days of each other, so we shared cake-cutting duties.  The next night it was time to party with the YSA as we enjoyed brownie sundaes and watched Finding Nemo.  Very good times.  I even finally got to meet Jafar, who I've heard so much about!  I received some excellent birthday gifts including movie tickets from Dave and Naomi, a backpacking pup tent from Arielle, a hilarious package from Crystal themed "things I've learned in the Beehive State" and from Mom and Dad- a hammock!!! (note title of blog). It's up!  See below!  Apparently Ashlee is bringing something from Hawaii...I'm excited!!!  It really was kind of a marathon birthday, with another cheesecake at Insititute last night.  For my birthday what I most think I'm getting is diabetes....  On Saturday I went to a b-day party for Krissy and she had leftover cake in lab this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAgN4sVLcRI/AAAAAAAADzo/qzBhOsg7p7k/s1600-h/IMG_0218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAgN4sVLcRI/AAAAAAAADzo/qzBhOsg7p7k/s320/IMG_0218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190413838168322322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAvjQLEDTlI/AAAAAAAAD1I/hC1JiRB97zI/s1600-h/IMG_0240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAvjQLEDTlI/AAAAAAAAD1I/hC1JiRB97zI/s320/IMG_0240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191492862461824594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANTEL IS FINALLY PUBMED SEARCHABLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should say "almost" pubmed searchable.  I wrote an article on the systems genetics of alcoholism that is apparently just about to come out because they sent me a copy of the journal in the mail.  It's not online yet, but keep your eye out, you google scholars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAvnfLEDTpI/AAAAAAAAD1o/bixlrERSPe8/s1600-h/IMG_0222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAvnfLEDTpI/AAAAAAAAD1o/bixlrERSPe8/s320/IMG_0222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191497518206373522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that I think I will close this post.  I hope you have all enjoyed hearing about my many exploits.  Our next big story will be in a few weeks...Crystal and Chantel go Canadian, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2501415499966422894-957973466499481998?l=sloanbeam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/957973466499481998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2501415499966422894&amp;postID=957973466499481998' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/957973466499481998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/957973466499481998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/2008/04/still-alive.html' title='Still alive'/><author><name>Telly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025160938964374004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XmFk94K1I/AAAAAAAADEg/SpbmennkmRw/S220/128_1727.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/SAvjO7EDTiI/AAAAAAAAD0w/tqzRqR5AiIg/s72-c/DSCN0287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501415499966422894.post-688806311339970951</id><published>2008-02-25T15:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:10:49.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philadelphia and Family</title><content type='html'>I got to spend last weekend touring Philadelphia with my family. We stayed with Uncle Dave and Aunt Mina and the very obliging Taylor and Lydia who let us stay in their rooms. I got Taylors room, it was the coolest. Arielle is convinced that Lydia's room is the coolest. We'll have to arm wrestle it out. Here is Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171074664266095698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R8NZAnaaXFI/AAAAAAAADZ0/8IaPXqKhxj4/s320/100_1763.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We saw all kinds of cool things on our trip, including....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Liberty Bell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171072254789442562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R8NW0XaaXAI/AAAAAAAADZM/GVfskmkeKvg/s320/100_1687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the Rocky steps (Uncle Dave beat us all up them) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171074307783810114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R8NYr3aaXEI/AAAAAAAADZs/OcJlE8JFjD4/s320/100_1747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;'&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171071090853305314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R8NVwnaaW-I/AAAAAAAADY8/DnCgeBjnLNA/s320/100_1746.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This Quaker "Stake Center", where we also learned all about Quakers. Did you know you can pretty much be agnosticand still be Quaker? I didn't. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171074294898908194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R8NYrHaaXCI/AAAAAAAADZc/CoaXK5jSsDE/s320/100_1738.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This cool random elevator that went from the subway up onto the street. We felt like superheros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171071511760100338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R8NWJHaaW_I/AAAAAAAADZE/JC8krGmD6JI/s320/100_1762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first house of the Senate and House of Republicans. We're supposed to look like we're deliberating here. I think we look like we're cussing Mom out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171071082263370706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R8NVwHaaW9I/AAAAAAAADY0/OADN4peFCtc/s320/100_1714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171074286308973586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R8NYqnaaXBI/AAAAAAAADZU/pO7Xbo6Z-AU/s320/100_1699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Where Ben Franklin was buried (Arielle tried to throw a penny on his gravestone and it rolled and rolled and rolled... they must have argued in the pre-existence. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171074303488842802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R8NYrnaaXDI/AAAAAAAADZk/OIPQYAIdqLI/s320/100_1734.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ah- an Arielle! We think she was just as scared of us as we were of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171071069378468786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R8NVvXaaW7I/AAAAAAAADYk/znAfL3VTCIM/s320/100_1672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2501415499966422894-688806311339970951?l=sloanbeam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/688806311339970951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2501415499966422894&amp;postID=688806311339970951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/688806311339970951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/688806311339970951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/2008/02/philadelphia-and-family.html' title='Philadelphia and Family'/><author><name>Telly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025160938964374004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XmFk94K1I/AAAAAAAADEg/SpbmennkmRw/S220/128_1727.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R8NZAnaaXFI/AAAAAAAADZ0/8IaPXqKhxj4/s72-c/100_1763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501415499966422894.post-6247186869500973575</id><published>2008-02-12T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:10:51.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laura Spjut!</title><content type='html'>The big news of the week is of course that Laura got engaged!   Here you will see the dashing young Jakob Spjut of Rancho Cucamunga (sp?) California.  Who proposed to her on Friday with the following words "Well, before I lose my nerve...(some other mushy stuff)...will you marry me?"  And her reply "Sure."  It's very cute and exciting and soon!  They are getting married at the end of March in the Boston temple.  I get to plan it!  Yeah! Here is her 5 million karat ring.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R7JSC3aaU8I/AAAAAAAADHg/naSE5FuMDn0/s1600-h/Laura_Jakob_2008+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R7JSC3aaU8I/AAAAAAAADHg/naSE5FuMDn0/s320/Laura_Jakob_2008+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In other news, I recently went to our annual "Genetics Winter Party."  Every year at Dartmouth's winter carnival they have a giant snow sculpture on the green (which i couldn't get a good picture of, sorry,but I'm sure you can find on dartmouth.edu).  The theme was "20,000 leagues under the snow" and the sculpture was a submarine being dragged down by an octopus.  They have other snow and ice sculptures around campus, especially by Occum pond, which is where everyone goes to ice skate or play hockey.  It's also the location of our winter party.  Here are some pictures of my labmates messing around on the ice and a couple of sculptures.  I thought the ice castle was really pretty.  It was made for little kids to be able to play in and around, and we spent a long time playing "monster attacks the castle" with my boss's kids. It was very fun.  There was also a snow slide that went from the castle out onto the ice for kids to go down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R7JVQHaaU9I/AAAAAAAADHo/_VNWmsaNUFg/s1600-h/0208081719a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R7JVQHaaU9I/AAAAAAAADHo/_VNWmsaNUFg/s320/0208081719a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166285457903473618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R7JVQXaaU-I/AAAAAAAADHw/Z_F15LyKrAc/s1600-h/0208081711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R7JVQXaaU-I/AAAAAAAADHw/Z_F15LyKrAc/s320/0208081711.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166285462198440930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R7JWhXaaVAI/AAAAAAAADIA/PHhxQT_ItuY/s1600-h/0208081711b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R7JWhXaaVAI/AAAAAAAADIA/PHhxQT_ItuY/s320/0208081711b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166286853767844866" border="0" /&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/2501415499966422894-6247186869500973575?l=sloanbeam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/6247186869500973575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2501415499966422894&amp;postID=6247186869500973575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/6247186869500973575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/6247186869500973575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/2008/02/laura-spjut.html' title='Laura Spjut!'/><author><name>Telly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025160938964374004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XmFk94K1I/AAAAAAAADEg/SpbmennkmRw/S220/128_1727.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R7JSC3aaU8I/AAAAAAAADHg/naSE5FuMDn0/s72-c/Laura_Jakob_2008+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501415499966422894.post-2132091425820909017</id><published>2008-01-28T19:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:10:51.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NH post election</title><content type='html'>I should really get my camera fixed.  Then I could put up some more pictures, but as I was listening to the state of the union tonight (on which I have a variety of opinions) I remembered a picture that I took a little while ago just before the primary.  There was a snowstorm that wiped out all the little signs, so everyone got GIANT signs.  This was the one the landlord had up in our front yard.  I'm not sure who they support in the election.  Really, it's a mystery to me...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought this might inspire you all to go out and vote on Super Tuesday next week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R56a25m5JjI/AAAAAAAADHY/qERi5uTF_6k/s1600-h/100_1671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R56a25m5JjI/AAAAAAAADHY/qERi5uTF_6k/s320/100_1671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160732490980730418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2501415499966422894-2132091425820909017?l=sloanbeam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/2132091425820909017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2501415499966422894&amp;postID=2132091425820909017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/2132091425820909017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/2132091425820909017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/2008/01/nh-post-election.html' title='NH post election'/><author><name>Telly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025160938964374004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XmFk94K1I/AAAAAAAADEg/SpbmennkmRw/S220/128_1727.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R56a25m5JjI/AAAAAAAADHY/qERi5uTF_6k/s72-c/100_1671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501415499966422894.post-5665353826409341410</id><published>2008-01-13T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:10:51.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crystal Sloan- Next Stop the Metropolitan Opera</title><content type='html'>Today was not the first time Crystal has been known to sing at a CES broadcast.  This was the first time she got so much camera time though!  Here is a screen shot.  To her right is her roommate, Nancy, who is kind of like her version of Laura. Crystal wants me to put up a poll on whether or not she looks drunk (which of course I said she doesn't).  So please leave a comment with your vote.  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R4rmTJEsUkI/AAAAAAAADG0/IJAxswL6hVg/s1600-h/CES+broadcast.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R4rmTJEsUkI/AAAAAAAADG0/IJAxswL6hVg/s320/CES+broadcast.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155185940006457922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2501415499966422894-5665353826409341410?l=sloanbeam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/5665353826409341410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2501415499966422894&amp;postID=5665353826409341410' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/5665353826409341410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/5665353826409341410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/2008/01/crystal-sloan-next-stop-metropolitan.html' title='Crystal Sloan- Next Stop the Metropolitan Opera'/><author><name>Telly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025160938964374004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XmFk94K1I/AAAAAAAADEg/SpbmennkmRw/S220/128_1727.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R4rmTJEsUkI/AAAAAAAADG0/IJAxswL6hVg/s72-c/CES+broadcast.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501415499966422894.post-9082328916087825835</id><published>2008-01-12T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T18:14:16.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>David's shout out</title><content type='html'>Shout out to Dave!  Everyone go to his blog!  It's the coolest!!! It's called "Dave's Deep Thoughts" on the list- like you should totally for sure check it out!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dave,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that bettter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Telly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2501415499966422894-9082328916087825835?l=sloanbeam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/9082328916087825835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2501415499966422894&amp;postID=9082328916087825835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/9082328916087825835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/9082328916087825835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/2008/01/davids-shout-out.html' title='David&apos;s shout out'/><author><name>Telly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025160938964374004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XmFk94K1I/AAAAAAAADEg/SpbmennkmRw/S220/128_1727.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501415499966422894.post-5629537467856270539</id><published>2008-01-09T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T15:32:29.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recommendation</title><content type='html'>I would like to recommend to the reader Arielle's blog- "Arielle's Antics" so named on the left.  She's got a couple good posts up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2501415499966422894-5629537467856270539?l=sloanbeam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/5629537467856270539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2501415499966422894&amp;postID=5629537467856270539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/5629537467856270539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/5629537467856270539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/2008/01/recommendation.html' title='Recommendation'/><author><name>Telly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025160938964374004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XmFk94K1I/AAAAAAAADEg/SpbmennkmRw/S220/128_1727.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501415499966422894.post-4131559560817491157</id><published>2008-01-08T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T19:14:44.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so sorry....</title><content type='html'>I feel like I need Naomi to give me a good melancholy Shakespearean quote or something that could adequately describe what New Hampshire just did.  I just...no words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a follow up Naomi provided me this quote, which I believe is from Macbeth (correct me if I'm wrong).  It is very appropriate to the pain of political rhetoric. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Creeps upon its petty pace&lt;br /&gt;until the last syllable of recorded time...&lt;br /&gt;Out, out, brief candle! Life is but a poor player fretting and strutting his time across the stage,&lt;br /&gt;It is a tale told by an idiot,&lt;br /&gt;Full of sound and fury,&lt;br /&gt;Signifying nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(grossly paraphrased)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2501415499966422894-4131559560817491157?l=sloanbeam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/4131559560817491157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2501415499966422894&amp;postID=4131559560817491157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/4131559560817491157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/4131559560817491157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-so-sorry.html' title='I am so sorry....'/><author><name>Telly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025160938964374004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XmFk94K1I/AAAAAAAADEg/SpbmennkmRw/S220/128_1727.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501415499966422894.post-8107116490615247589</id><published>2008-01-06T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:10:53.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Awaited Christmas Blog</title><content type='html'>Here it is!  I hoped all of my avid readers (consisting of Dane and sometimes Arielle) will enjoy these pictures giving some insight into the Sloan family Christmas.  Below you'll see highlights from our Christmas eve program.  Dad played Redeemer of Israel (as part of his "learning all the songs in the hymnbook" goal).  Arielle and I played a violin duet of Greensleeves.  Mom played a medley of Silent Night and Still, Still, Still.   Ashlee sang something (it's now escaping me) and Crystal read a story.  I only have pictures here of Dad and Arielle and I, but, oh well.  Notice the ENORMOUS stockings in the background that Mom that it would be fun to get this year.  She was right. This was followed by some of the most desperate Christmas caroling I've ever taken part in.  We only got one of about 10 houses we caroled at for people to come to the door.  Next year we'll have to send out "caroler etiquette" pamphlets a week in advance so people know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R4GFVJEsUgI/AAAAAAAADGU/AUE1SEV12FE/s1600-h/Dad_piano_Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R4GFVJEsUgI/AAAAAAAADGU/AUE1SEV12FE/s320/Dad_piano_Christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152546046947906050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R4GFUpEsUdI/AAAAAAAADF8/FwxZ8wdh_DI/s1600-h/Arielle_Chantel_Violin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R4GFUpEsUdI/AAAAAAAADF8/FwxZ8wdh_DI/s320/Arielle_Chantel_Violin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152546038357971410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture was taken Christmas morning while I was braiding my hair.  Crystal put herself together, I went with the "just rolled out of bed look" for the whole day.  Something about our expressions makes us look more alike in this picture than in any picture taken probably within the last decade.  Laura and I had to sit here for a second figuring out if I was really in this picture or if this was just Crystal twice over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R4GFU5EsUeI/AAAAAAAADGE/Lpfj5_ri_QE/s1600-h/Chantel_Crystal_Christmas_morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R4GFU5EsUeI/AAAAAAAADGE/Lpfj5_ri_QE/s320/Chantel_Crystal_Christmas_morning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152546042652938722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had some fun going to the movies and then playing games with Heather and Spencer.  We saw "I am Legend".  I don't recommend it, it creeped me out.  This was us battling out a game of Taboo.  I'm a little competitive.  It's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R4GFU5EsUfI/AAAAAAAADGM/cPRFdW_DDrI/s1600-h/Christmas_taboo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R4GFU5EsUfI/AAAAAAAADGM/cPRFdW_DDrI/s320/Christmas_taboo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152546042652938738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's another one of Spencer and Heather at Institute.  There was a candlelight dinner after and Spencer wandered around playing his accordion for everyone.  He had just successfully taken his show to the NYC streets for a day.  Made $32 if I remember the story correctly.  This is Heather trying it out...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R4GJjJEsUjI/AAAAAAAADGs/dgL9Y-4kgnI/s1600-h/Heather_Spencer_accordion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R4GJjJEsUjI/AAAAAAAADGs/dgL9Y-4kgnI/s320/Heather_Spencer_accordion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152550685512585778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sadly I don't have a picture of this year's EPIC  Wade-Sloan basketball game where my team (team  "Christmas Tree") consisting of me and 4 Wades, including Bishop) tied team Voldemort (led by Crystal and containing Sister Wade and  Dad ,  Arielle and another Wade boy) after an hour and a half at 68-68.  We didn't go into overtime to decide a winner, though I'm not exactly sure why not.  It just seemed like the thing to do in the moment was to call a tie.   And a truce. Ashlee didn't come to play basketball with us because she was off hanging out with a boy. Silly Ashlee. We got to spend more time with the Wades.  Ashlee, Arielle and I went over there for New Year's Eve, since Mom and Dad were going to turn in early.  Crystal left earlier that day for Utah, which was too bad.  But we had a fun time playing games with the Wadlings and Bishop and Sister Wade.  As always there was also very good food.  Mostly I gained 5 pounds over the break.  That was pretty much the outcome.     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R4GFsJEsUhI/AAAAAAAADGc/7HAHrEjs9tk/s1600-h/New_Years_Wades_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R4GFsJEsUhI/AAAAAAAADGc/7HAHrEjs9tk/s320/New_Years_Wades_2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152546442084897298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those five pounds went straight to my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R4GFsZEsUiI/AAAAAAAADGk/oDtWSYHQaGc/s1600-h/Puffy_Chantel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R4GFsZEsUiI/AAAAAAAADGk/oDtWSYHQaGc/s320/Puffy_Chantel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152546446379864610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2501415499966422894-8107116490615247589?l=sloanbeam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/8107116490615247589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2501415499966422894&amp;postID=8107116490615247589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/8107116490615247589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/8107116490615247589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/2008/01/much-awaited-christmas-blog.html' title='Much Awaited Christmas Blog'/><author><name>Telly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025160938964374004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XmFk94K1I/AAAAAAAADEg/SpbmennkmRw/S220/128_1727.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R4GFVJEsUgI/AAAAAAAADGU/AUE1SEV12FE/s72-c/Dad_piano_Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501415499966422894.post-6015994069145684262</id><published>2008-01-05T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:11:03.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-winter's cleaning</title><content type='html'>So the natural thing to do at this point would be to make a Christmas blog entry.  Unfortunately, that's a little difficult  since my camera is kind of sick so I didn't take any pictures, and apparently,  neither really did anyone else.  There should be a few out there, though and I'm hoping to collect them from siblings (Ashlee).  So  in the meantime I  thought I would inspire you all with the results of my mid-winter's cleaning/rearranging that has resulted from moving Laura into Leslie's old room and  the  perpetual process of dekittenification of the floors, rugs, etc. Every day I've given myself some little project to do after work.  Wednesday was  bulk up the food storage/organize the kitchen food cabinets and the shoes in the closet day.  Tuesday was  lighter (I picked up Laura from the airport and she's been HORRIBLY sick with  a cough/sinus infection/double ear infections  that she traveled across the country with, poor girl).  So then I just did the kitchen shelves with the cleaning supplies.  Last  night was  getting  the  cables  for the DVD player (got the wrong ones originally) and then be lazy watching movies day.  And finally, today being a Saturday, was  the big room moving project.  So below you will see what  my room looked like this morning, and below you will see what it looks like now!  The last picture is the view out the window when laying down on my bed.   It feels much roomier now (pardon the pun) and I wish I'd done it this way much sooner!  I can already tell you that my back will be pretty sore tomorrow from doing all this, despite the Billins' daughter from downstairs coming up to help me move the top bunk back into the other room.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R3_zIZEsUaI/AAAAAAAADFM/wHv0WVPzERk/s1600-h/100_1660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R3_zIZEsUaI/AAAAAAAADFM/wHv0WVPzERk/s320/100_1660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152103824230207906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R3_zIpEsUbI/AAAAAAAADFU/aZL0Xiln1b0/s1600-h/100_1667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R3_zIpEsUbI/AAAAAAAADFU/aZL0Xiln1b0/s320/100_1667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152103828525175218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R3_zJJEsUcI/AAAAAAAADFc/DNTMHj6PvUA/s1600-h/100_1666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R3_zJJEsUcI/AAAAAAAADFc/DNTMHj6PvUA/s320/100_1666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152103837115109826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2501415499966422894-6015994069145684262?l=sloanbeam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/6015994069145684262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2501415499966422894&amp;postID=6015994069145684262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/6015994069145684262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/6015994069145684262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/2008/01/mid-winters-cleaning.html' title='Mid-winter&apos;s cleaning'/><author><name>Telly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025160938964374004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XmFk94K1I/AAAAAAAADEg/SpbmennkmRw/S220/128_1727.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R3_zIZEsUaI/AAAAAAAADFM/wHv0WVPzERk/s72-c/100_1660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501415499966422894.post-6494312929602245870</id><published>2007-12-16T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:11:05.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, Snow, Snow, Snow, SNOW!</title><content type='html'>So I already did this snow posting a while ago, but it somehow got lost. Weird. It must not have saved somehow. But anyway, here it is again, plus more! We've had tons of snow, with a couple large storms and a flurry or two just about every day for the last week. Here are a couple pictures of a walk around my work building last week (DHMC is very pretty, you should all be jealous).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2WtFE94KMI/AAAAAAAAC-k/9ReUh7snYAQ/s1600-h/100_1528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2WtFE94KMI/AAAAAAAAC-k/9ReUh7snYAQ/s320/100_1528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144708452084885698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2WtF094KNI/AAAAAAAAC-s/N60795qflTY/s1600-h/100_1531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2WtF094KNI/AAAAAAAAC-s/N60795qflTY/s320/100_1531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144708464969787602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is me at my very first snowboarding lesson, which took place at Okemo yesterday.  Next stop... 180's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bb62c28e599950ae" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbb62c28e599950ae%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331409580%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74F530D4ACE4009CE0E4A8ED4CFE10C35E35C756.217F51B0C816AF7CCA700CF68E674DEF07D90E96%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbb62c28e599950ae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKMTGj048WgHZDwK8QuQdNGwEwnw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbb62c28e599950ae%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331409580%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74F530D4ACE4009CE0E4A8ED4CFE10C35E35C756.217F51B0C816AF7CCA700CF68E674DEF07D90E96%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbb62c28e599950ae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKMTGj048WgHZDwK8QuQdNGwEwnw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you're all aware, Leslie's moving to Colorado this Thursday.  (It's very sad).  Her boss had a going away party for her last night and gave her some warm winter wear as a gift (jacket and glove liners) as she's moving very far away, but along pretty much the same latitude.  She had fun modeling the presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2WxX094KOI/AAAAAAAAC-0/m2pIn5KzxCM/s1600-h/100_1551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2WxX094KOI/AAAAAAAAC-0/m2pIn5KzxCM/s320/100_1551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144713172253944034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2WxYE94KPI/AAAAAAAAC-8/Qg8CsiG4O84/s1600-h/100_1561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2WxYE94KPI/AAAAAAAAC-8/Qg8CsiG4O84/s320/100_1561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144713176548911346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some older pictures from the original posting.  Elyse got baptized, which is very, very exciting. A few days later we celebrated her birthday at Margaritas.  There was a guy doing balloon animals there, hence all the fun balloon things.  My giraffe's name is Larry. Last but not least,  Maurice apparently jumped a fence in order to kiss a donkey at the Joseph Smith Memorial Christmas lighting  (but I wasn't present for that, someone just sent me the picture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XnYk94K2I/AAAAAAAADEo/p1_8uqe6t20/s1600-h/all_Elyse_bap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XnYk94K2I/AAAAAAAADEo/p1_8uqe6t20/s320/all_Elyse_bap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144772558766746466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XnY094K3I/AAAAAAAADEw/oTY71e1Prtc/s1600-h/Elyse_baptism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XnY094K3I/AAAAAAAADEw/oTY71e1Prtc/s320/Elyse_baptism.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144772563061713778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XnZE94K4I/AAAAAAAADE4/GNHUPu3J3As/s1600-h/Margaritas+for+Elyse%27s+20th+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XnZE94K4I/AAAAAAAADE4/GNHUPu3J3As/s320/Margaritas+for+Elyse%27s+20th+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144772567356681090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XnbE94K5I/AAAAAAAADFA/_MmFJAgkgyk/s1600-h/Maurice_donkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XnbE94K5I/AAAAAAAADFA/_MmFJAgkgyk/s320/Maurice_donkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144772601716419474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2501415499966422894-6494312929602245870?l=sloanbeam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bb62c28e599950ae&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/6494312929602245870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2501415499966422894&amp;postID=6494312929602245870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/6494312929602245870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/6494312929602245870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/2007/12/snow-snow-snow-snow-snow_16.html' title='Snow, Snow, Snow, Snow, SNOW!'/><author><name>Telly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025160938964374004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XmFk94K1I/AAAAAAAADEg/SpbmennkmRw/S220/128_1727.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2WtFE94KMI/AAAAAAAAC-k/9ReUh7snYAQ/s72-c/100_1528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501415499966422894.post-3988375047894993841</id><published>2007-11-25T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:11:10.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKSGIVING!!!</title><content type='html'>This year's Sloan Thanksgiving was well above par. A road race, 15 person dinner, musical performances, games, a celebrate the wedding party, friends, a trip to the movies, a trip to the Spanish branch and oh, the food...FoOd...FOOD! It never stopped! I even actually got some work done- crazy, huh? But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's start at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Laura and I traveled to CT Wednesday night to find that David and Naomi had already arrived from Virginia. There were already 4 cars in the driveway by dinnertime and Dad wasn't even home from work yet. The next to arrive were my Mom's youngest brother Dave, his wife Mina and their two children. We had a running debate about their ages, but David won with the guess that Lydia was 10 and Taylor was 6. Now we're up to 5 cars. Dad came home bringing it to the nice round total of 6. The first event of the day was to go to the famous Manchester Road Race, or "Turkey Trot" as we locals affectionately call it. This is a 10,000 person race for charity with a group of serious runners followed by a good percentage of the rest of town watching, running or walking- with or without fun costumes! David and Naomi valiantly ran it (it's 5 miles) while Arielle, Laura, Uncle Dave (there were 3 Daves at Thanksgiving), Lydia, Taylor and I watched from the sidelines and entertained ourselves in various ways. Sorry to all of you who are sorely disappointed in me for not running- next year...&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics from the race.  See if you can spot Dave and Naomi in the crowd in a couple of them:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0odFe7N7rI/AAAAAAAAC38/8Djp55ASLcM/s1600-h/100_1443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0odFe7N7rI/AAAAAAAAC38/8Djp55ASLcM/s320/100_1443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136950305007464114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lydia being funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0odGO7N7sI/AAAAAAAAC4E/2qBAvxzs6DU/s1600-h/100_1444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0odGO7N7sI/AAAAAAAAC4E/2qBAvxzs6DU/s320/100_1444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136950317892366018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a cuter one of Lydia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0odG-7N7tI/AAAAAAAAC4M/ZaCgQcTuAs0/s1600-h/100_1453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0odG-7N7tI/AAAAAAAAC4M/ZaCgQcTuAs0/s320/100_1453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136950330777267922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where's Dave and Naomi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0odHu7N7uI/AAAAAAAAC4U/wnV6IBJZ-Ew/s1600-h/100_1456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0odHu7N7uI/AAAAAAAAC4U/wnV6IBJZ-Ew/s320/100_1456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136950343662169826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dave and Naomi again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0odIO7N7vI/AAAAAAAAC4c/lAMOwpxWlAA/s1600-h/100_1459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0odIO7N7vI/AAAAAAAAC4c/lAMOwpxWlAA/s320/100_1459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136950352252104434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sponge Bob and a Turkey.  Not Dave and Naomi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0oiPu7N8FI/AAAAAAAAC7U/DmbThcFXcWk/s1600-h/100_1477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0oiPu7N8FI/AAAAAAAAC7U/DmbThcFXcWk/s320/100_1477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136955978659262546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dave and Naomi were pretty tired after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0oiQO7N8GI/AAAAAAAAC7c/844BeF5w-j0/s1600-h/100_1481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0oiQO7N8GI/AAAAAAAAC7c/844BeF5w-j0/s320/100_1481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136955987249197154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taylor being cute.  We rode a shuttle bus to and from the race and he sat in the back with me (That's right, we were the cool kids).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the race we returned home and shortly thereafter Naomi's brother and sister-in-law Brigham and Christine joined us with their 2 kids Lucy and Elijah (1 and 2 respectively I believe).   They live in Boston, so of all Naomi's relations we've gotten to know them the best.  Sadly, I do not have a picture of Lucy, but she's very cute.  Below are Christine, Elijah and Taylor and the next picture is Mom, Lydia, Aunt Mina and Uncle Dave.  Aunt Mina is from Greece, did I mention that yet?   Lydia loves the camera.  And the camera loves Lydia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0ojKO7N8HI/AAAAAAAAC7k/6JWZoQW7uNA/s1600-h/100_1482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0ojKO7N8HI/AAAAAAAAC7k/6JWZoQW7uNA/s320/100_1482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136956983681609842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0ojKu7N8II/AAAAAAAAC7s/KY08Vms7dLk/s1600-h/100_1495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0ojKu7N8II/AAAAAAAAC7s/KY08Vms7dLk/s320/100_1495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136956992271544450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner was absolutely delicious- and there was so much food!  Christine and Mina both cooked many many delicious additions to Mom's already delicious feast.  Afterwards we worked it off by tossing around a football and then playing soccer.  Here's Brigham about to throw a perfect spiral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0ojLO7N8JI/AAAAAAAAC70/3yD857MT80o/s1600-h/100_1502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0ojLO7N8JI/AAAAAAAAC70/3yD857MT80o/s320/100_1502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136957000861479058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brigham and Christine left Thursday night, but there was still more fun to be had, including a heated Boggle competition.  David (my brother) took the victory, as usual.  He's really good at Boggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0olAu7N8KI/AAAAAAAAC78/X9AMGhNMjcQ/s1600-h/100_1503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0olAu7N8KI/AAAAAAAAC78/X9AMGhNMjcQ/s320/100_1503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136959019496108194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday night was all about David and Naomi's 4th (yes, 4th!) wedding reception.  Dave and Mina had to leave before the reception, so it was just us "core" Sloans left. I guess Uncle Dave had to get back to his "spliching" job (several of us misheard that he works with "supply chains" and it became a running joke).&lt;br /&gt;The reception was actually more of an open house at our ward building with very excellent food.  Sister Gillmore from our ward did an amazing job making all kinds of appetizers, desserts and a punch fountain that even had rose-shaped ice cubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0ov6O7N8PI/AAAAAAAAC8k/0wijREhe_nQ/s1600-h/100_1511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0ov6O7N8PI/AAAAAAAAC8k/0wijREhe_nQ/s320/100_1511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136971002454864114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The food spread....mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0ov7e7N8QI/AAAAAAAAC8s/GvBE8zzf0i0/s1600-h/100_1515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0ov7e7N8QI/AAAAAAAAC8s/GvBE8zzf0i0/s320/100_1515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136971023929700610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is around the table left to right- Naomi, David, Steven Capson, Andy Hamilton (who's baby, Spencer, threw up on me) and Laura.  Steven's wife Liz and Andy's wife Andrea are also friends from the good old Hartford Stake Young Men's/Young Women's and YSA.  Good times.  Baby Spencer is named for his grandfather, who we've known forever.  So I let it slide that his namesake felt the need to vomit some kind of orange babyfood on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0ov8-7N8RI/AAAAAAAAC80/XkBjyPFIq_s/s1600-h/100_1521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0ov8-7N8RI/AAAAAAAAC80/XkBjyPFIq_s/s320/100_1521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136971049699504402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;David and Naomi are being fake mushy here.  But I'll have you know they were real mushy all weekend.  It still strikes me as funny sometimes that someone would want to be mushy with my brother- my BROTHER!  Doesn't she know how many cooties he has?  He's covered!!!! Yech!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;If inquiring minds want to know, we did again perform that old David and Naomi reception favorite- Orange Colored Sky.  It was just Arielle and I as the doo-wop girls this time.   Where were Ashlee and Crystal one may ask?  Totally MIA.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R1HRIvZlCOI/AAAAAAAAC9U/RDChQmrYV5c/s1600-R/100_1514_cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R1HRIvZlCOI/AAAAAAAAC9U/DUqrRYOoNJw/s320/100_1514_cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139118597899356386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PS- I also saw Heather at the reception, but my picture with her came out funny, so will not be gracing the blog.  She is doing very well and is excited to go hang out with Crystal in Utah this winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0oynO7N8UI/AAAAAAAAC9M/fKScZj-vSsI/s1600-h/100_1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0oynO7N8UI/AAAAAAAAC9M/fKScZj-vSsI/s320/100_1522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136973974572233026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Other activities before leaving CT included playing the card game Guillotine (Naomi won), getting some work done on my paper, but then mostly being very lazy.  Oh, and going to see the movie "Enchanted" with Heather which was very cute and funny.  You know, my team lost at soccer, I lost Boggle and Guillotine.  It was not a great weekend for gloating.  But it was Mom and Dad's time to shine as they spoke at the Spanish branch this morning (Mom with a translator, Dad without).  David and Naomi even decided to stay Sunday morning just to go see it.  We then had a leisurely lunch before going to Manchester Ward's Sunday School and Relief Society.  Manchester Ward is still it's same old self, by the way.  When asked by Sister Dark if she thought she could endure to the end, Sister Polowitzer replied "I don't know if I can endure to the end of this lesson!"  It was pretty funny (and not an affront to Sister Dark's lesson, Sister Polowitzer was just obviously very tired).  But in what other ward would you ever hear something like that?  I mean, really.&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least...The picture above is of Dad playing the piano.  Yes, Dad!  He has a goal to learn all the hymns in the book before Mom and Dad are ready to go on a senior mission.  So he played "The Spirit of God" for me (he's been working on the first seven hymns).   For those of you Sloan siblings who have always known that Dad could play the piano in his youth but have only seen him sit down in front of it maybe 5 times in their life, this is pretty amazing news, no?&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was.  And with that I'll end my very long blog entry.  Except for a Happy Birthday shout out to Dane who turned 25 on the 25th!  Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;And though Thanksgiving was awesome this year, I'm getting ready for an even more exciting Christmas!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2501415499966422894-3988375047894993841?l=sloanbeam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/3988375047894993841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2501415499966422894&amp;postID=3988375047894993841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/3988375047894993841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/3988375047894993841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving.html' title='THANKSGIVING!!!'/><author><name>Telly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025160938964374004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XmFk94K1I/AAAAAAAADEg/SpbmennkmRw/S220/128_1727.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R0odFe7N7rI/AAAAAAAAC38/8Djp55ASLcM/s72-c/100_1443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501415499966422894.post-5153217200290297018</id><published>2007-11-15T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:11:10.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so crafty...</title><content type='html'>I went to a party tonight where we did Christmas cards.  They had the paper cut out and instructions and they helped me, but I'm still going to take credit for these.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Rz0Vqu7N6TI/AAAAAAAACpg/mJhbk9w8RTk/s1600-h/100_1407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Rz0Vqu7N6TI/AAAAAAAACpg/mJhbk9w8RTk/s320/100_1407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133282974167329074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2501415499966422894-5153217200290297018?l=sloanbeam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/5153217200290297018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2501415499966422894&amp;postID=5153217200290297018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/5153217200290297018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/5153217200290297018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-so-crafty.html' title='I&apos;m so crafty...'/><author><name>Telly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025160938964374004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XmFk94K1I/AAAAAAAADEg/SpbmennkmRw/S220/128_1727.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Rz0Vqu7N6TI/AAAAAAAACpg/mJhbk9w8RTk/s72-c/100_1407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501415499966422894.post-4865616172480154648</id><published>2007-11-12T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:11:11.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Jack</title><content type='html'>You will never guess what we did for FHE tonight. We went to the home of a family from the Hanover Ward (the Knowltons) who gave us a very nice lesson and then let us in on one of their family traditions... Brother Knowlton has several swords. When their halloween pumpkins have seen the end of their usefulness they place them on top of garbage cans and slice through them. We all got a turn. It was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/RzkZlMgDyPI/AAAAAAAACpI/ofMIxzVq5MU/s1600-h/100_1394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/RzkZlMgDyPI/AAAAAAAACpI/ofMIxzVq5MU/s320/100_1394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132161377166936306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/RzkZlsgDyQI/AAAAAAAACpQ/Xg4Xl-uZRdA/s1600-h/100_1399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/RzkZlsgDyQI/AAAAAAAACpQ/Xg4Xl-uZRdA/s320/100_1399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132161385756870914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/RzkZl8gDyRI/AAAAAAAACpY/xEg6R62Kudo/s1600-h/100_1403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/RzkZl8gDyRI/AAAAAAAACpY/xEg6R62Kudo/s320/100_1403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132161390051838226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2501415499966422894-4865616172480154648?l=sloanbeam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/4865616172480154648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2501415499966422894&amp;postID=4865616172480154648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/4865616172480154648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/4865616172480154648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/2007/11/poor-jack.html' title='Poor Jack'/><author><name>Telly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025160938964374004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XmFk94K1I/AAAAAAAADEg/SpbmennkmRw/S220/128_1727.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/RzkZlMgDyPI/AAAAAAAACpI/ofMIxzVq5MU/s72-c/100_1394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501415499966422894.post-9176704133432411584</id><published>2007-11-11T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:11:12.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/RzeYs8gDx8I/AAAAAAAAClk/CcLN0TicDPY/s1600-h/100_1373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/RzeYs8gDx8I/AAAAAAAAClk/CcLN0TicDPY/s320/100_1373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131738198334228418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is an update on recent events (well, those I feel like are web- publishable).  We had a farewell dinner for a coworker who was moving to Pennsylvania.  We ate at a hibachi restaurant in West Lebanon called Koto (it's very delicious).  Jason got Nate several gag gifts, including a pair of glasses where when you wear them it looks like your eyes are blacked out.  This is the honoree (Nate) showing them off.  I thought they were pretty funny. Jason, my boss, is to the left of Nate.&lt;br /&gt;I also went to the temple this week.  I spent the morning with a friend in Boston, and then got to chat with Dad for an hour in the temple cafeteria (or be interviewed by Dad in the temple cafeteria may be more like it- hehe).  Afterwards, I was going t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/RzeZxMgDx9I/AAAAAAAACls/6ArC5l3cIA8/s1600-h/100_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/RzeZxMgDx9I/AAAAAAAACls/6ArC5l3cIA8/s320/100_0257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131739370860300242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o go up and do some work but then Laura said we were leaving earlier than I expected so I just had to change my clothes back!  Oh well, next time...  Here is a picture of the Boston temple though, just to ease my pain.&lt;br /&gt;We had Stake Conference this week, which was wonderful, as always.  Laura got asked to do a very impromptu 10-15 min talk covering for the mission president who couldn't stay for that session.  She did an awesome job, it sounded totally prepared.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm getting excited for Thanksgiving!!!!  Whoo hoo! Here is me looking hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Rzee6cgDx_I/AAAAAAAACl8/2Qw4DQBtvgY/s1600-h/100_1389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Rzee6cgDx_I/AAAAAAAACl8/2Qw4DQBtvgY/s320/100_1389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131745027332229106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2501415499966422894-9176704133432411584?l=sloanbeam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/9176704133432411584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2501415499966422894&amp;postID=9176704133432411584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/9176704133432411584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/9176704133432411584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/2007/11/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>Telly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025160938964374004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XmFk94K1I/AAAAAAAADEg/SpbmennkmRw/S220/128_1727.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/RzeYs8gDx8I/AAAAAAAAClk/CcLN0TicDPY/s72-c/100_1373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501415499966422894.post-2909912483531626364</id><published>2007-11-02T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T09:34:47.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the brightest bulb</title><content type='html'>Arielle used the word soporific in her blog.  I had to look it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2501415499966422894-2909912483531626364?l=sloanbeam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/2909912483531626364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2501415499966422894&amp;postID=2909912483531626364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/2909912483531626364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/2909912483531626364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/2007/11/not-brightest-bulb.html' title='Not the brightest bulb'/><author><name>Telly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025160938964374004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XmFk94K1I/AAAAAAAADEg/SpbmennkmRw/S220/128_1727.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501415499966422894.post-1593094212763385259</id><published>2007-10-30T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:11:17.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!!!</title><content type='html'>Recent events included Laura's 28th surprise birthday party where I accidentally blew the surprise by sending her one of the party e-mails.  Oh well, can't win 'em all.  But we had a great time once everything got going complete with cake, decorations, a fire in the backyard, Blair's musical saw rendition of Happy Birthday and Greensleeves and visits from many friends including 2 all the way from Concord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Rydjr9-nJwI/AAAAAAAACkk/kRtEyJdMq9U/s1600-h/100_1318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Rydjr9-nJwI/AAAAAAAACkk/kRtEyJdMq9U/s320/100_1318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127176307807299330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/RydjtN-nJxI/AAAAAAAACks/Lw-i9BsPrj4/s1600-h/100_1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/RydjtN-nJxI/AAAAAAAACks/Lw-i9BsPrj4/s320/100_1319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127176329282135826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also went to Salem, MA with Dane and his roomate Scott for a little Halloween fun.  The coolest thing we saw was (notice palindrome) a replicate of the ship Friendship that brought the Puritans over from England.  We also learned that redheads were assumed by the Puritans to have a pact with the devil.  My new pumpkin friend (Jack) and I were appalled.  Jack was carved at FHE last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Rydv49-nJ0I/AAAAAAAAClE/7e6D3XmDY9U/s1600-h/100_1335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Rydv49-nJ0I/AAAAAAAAClE/7e6D3XmDY9U/s320/100_1335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127189725285132098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Rydv5d-nJ1I/AAAAAAAAClM/oVSpJw7yUvU/s1600-h/100_1333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Rydv5d-nJ1I/AAAAAAAAClM/oVSpJw7yUvU/s320/100_1333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127189733875066706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Rydv5t-nJ2I/AAAAAAAAClU/hhD_R3m6oRs/s1600-h/100_1359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Rydv5t-nJ2I/AAAAAAAAClU/hhD_R3m6oRs/s320/100_1359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127189738170034018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2501415499966422894-1593094212763385259?l=sloanbeam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/1593094212763385259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2501415499966422894&amp;postID=1593094212763385259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/1593094212763385259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/1593094212763385259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/2007/10/pictures.html' title='Pictures!!!'/><author><name>Telly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025160938964374004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XmFk94K1I/AAAAAAAADEg/SpbmennkmRw/S220/128_1727.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/Rydjr9-nJwI/AAAAAAAACkk/kRtEyJdMq9U/s72-c/100_1318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501415499966422894.post-6521076728255456505</id><published>2007-10-29T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T19:39:03.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chantel Meets (Virtual) World</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;A bandwagon you say???  Full of bloggers????   Ooh!  Ooh!  I want on!!!  This is an official shout out to Dave, Naomi and of course Dane who have inspired me with their blogging enterprises.  I'm either going to be really obsessive about this or drop it after a week.  Time will tell.  Hopefully since I can't seem to call all my siblings and parents every week, people can still feel connected to me in some small way.  Never fear, I'll still call.  Let it be known, however,  that those who send me cookies will get first priority.    Maybe even Ashlee and Arielle can tear themselves away from their facebook obsessions now and again to see how&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that-sister-who-lives-out-in-the-woods-somewhere&lt;/span&gt; is doing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2501415499966422894-6521076728255456505?l=sloanbeam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/6521076728255456505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2501415499966422894&amp;postID=6521076728255456505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/6521076728255456505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2501415499966422894/posts/default/6521076728255456505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanbeam.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-about-me.html' title='Chantel Meets (Virtual) World'/><author><name>Telly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025160938964374004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_li62ZXIPk/R2XmFk94K1I/AAAAAAAADEg/SpbmennkmRw/S220/128_1727.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
