tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10898134000365962922024-02-18T21:05:46.988-07:00The Lake Co.Daven and Savanna Lakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16335467002442692955noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089813400036596292.post-82948254464282556062011-09-06T19:47:00.000-06:002011-09-06T19:47:44.269-06:00A Running Start: Week One<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBsH2Fg5qWZ5Wd5gH4PnEtw48eiBRm1pnRwTRxm1qseHyoqJYA_cUp5QioYYMmuIIvyQPU0xWjKriu5wJtAe9kKrXCA6Wx4N5pc4siz6p4rLRU-9Z4cLRlbUMe0INwGAwDTr_6hbhspmWb/s1600/running_feet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBsH2Fg5qWZ5Wd5gH4PnEtw48eiBRm1pnRwTRxm1qseHyoqJYA_cUp5QioYYMmuIIvyQPU0xWjKriu5wJtAe9kKrXCA6Wx4N5pc4siz6p4rLRU-9Z4cLRlbUMe0INwGAwDTr_6hbhspmWb/s1600/running_feet.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"></div>Ewww...why am I posting about running?! I'll tell you why, because I signed up with my sister in law to run "The Other Half" marathon in Moab in October and I am a first-time, beginner, just-starting-to-run runner. <br />
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Maybe, I shouldn't have started off this post with an 'ewww.' That is, more or less, a negative attitude about the whole thing (which is what I'm trying to avoid), nevertheless, that sentiment is pretty indicative of how I've felt about running all my life, even though I've secretly always wanted to be one of those weird, crazy running people.<br />
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The race is in 6 weeks and I just started training for it last week. Here is my week 1 recap:<br />
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<b>Workout: </b>I ran/walked a total of 13 miles last week. I rested on Friday and Sunday and I guess technically Thursday, but I went to ballet on Thursday and I don't really consider that resting. Hopefully my weekly ballet workouts will lend to my half-marathon training.<br />
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<b>Concerns: </b>There is a time limit of 3 hrs and 30 mins (16 min. mile). While I do run under a 16 min. mile (I average an 11 min. mile) I still don't like the time restraint. The most I've run thus far in my training is 4 miles, but I walked part of it. I'm concerned about the fact that I'm not running all of it. Is that a valid concern or is it OK that I'm horribly out of shape and can't even run for 4 miles straight because it is, after all only my first week of training?<br />
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<b>The Positives: </b>Running has helped me become a little more oriented with my neighborhood and I've observed a lot of cool landscapes. On my 3-mile route there is a fun, babbling little fountain just as I come up on mile 3. I didn't know it was there the first time and it was a pleasant and welcomed surprise that got me through the last leg. I look forward to it every time! Not so much a positive, but I've sadly noticed how much trash there is. Seriously, did the "Give a Hoot, Don't Pollute" campaign do nothing for us?!<br />
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<b>My Tricks: </b>In life, I've found that I do my best if someone else is relying or dependent upon me. I find that I'm unmotivated when it comes to motivating myself. I partnered with my company, Encana, and Team Sweat Equity, to make my race mean something. I've set a goal to raise $1,300 for Project PAVE (Promoting Alternatives to Violence through Education). My company will pay PAVE $16/hr for every hour that I train and anyone can donate using <a href="http://www.teamsweatequity.com/athlete.aspx?AthleteID=157">my personal fundraising page</a>. This gives me something and someone to be accountable to, other than just myself.<br />
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<b>My Questions: </b>What are some favorite foods/snacks/drinks that runners like to eat or drink, respectively? How long do you need to stretch before and after the run? When I run all I can think about is running, I can't focus on anything else for any beneficial amount of time and that's what I think leads me to my walking spurts. How do I re-focus my mind and block out the unnecessary negatives about running? (note: I don't like to listen to music when I'm running in the city--I'd rather not have that distraction, plus we can't have music when we run the race).<br />
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The first week is done and all in all, I'm proud of myself thus far and I know I have a lot of improvement down the road. Here's to a happy and healthy week 2!Daven and Savanna Lakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16335467002442692955noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089813400036596292.post-58187581294513998892011-08-15T22:57:00.001-06:002011-08-16T10:50:41.049-06:00Sweet, Oh, Sweet is the SoundThat sweet sound happens to be the song,<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7RudxjzBMwg"> "There is No Place Like Nebraska,"</a> the original<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=umcvL-BYGf4"> tunnel walk</a>, and the sound of the roaring, abnormally genius football crowd that I hear in my head as I replay the dozens of Husker football games I've attended in Memorial Stadium. College football season couldn't get here fast enough! Summer is nice, but fall ball is always better. While I will certainly miss the familiar rivalries of the Big 12, I will not miss their old tricks. I'm looking forward to a new beginning in the Big 10, and I will try not to think about the politics that got us there.<br />
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In honor of this glorious college football season that will soon grace our presence, here are my top five favorite Huskers of all time (or at least since the Osborne era).<br />
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<b>5. Jay Sims (#31) I-back '94-97:</b> Really, it was the dreads that got him the #5 spot (sorry Damon***), but he held his own as part of the greatest Husker team to ever play (seriously, the '95 Husker team was voted the best college football team of all time). He was part of T.O.'s first three national championships ('94, '95 and '97). He averaged 32 yards rushing and was one of the top 5 Husker rushers in 1996 and 1997.<br />
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<b>4. Ndamukongzdjakdkaf SUH! (#93) Defensive Tackle '06-'09:</b> OK, first, how cool is it that he is in those new Chrysler commercials? Actually, I don't really know if it's Chrysler, I just know that it's SUH and Eminem and that equals TOTAL DOMINATION [slash] AWESOMENESS. But for real, who can argue with his 2009 stats of 85 tackles, 12 sacks, 28 QB hurries and one interception. Suh had a record-shattering 12 tackles and 4 and a half sacks during the Big 12 Championship game, but wouldn't ya know it we still lost--remember what I said about old tricks? Yeah, let's not talk about that. He ended his college career with a total of 214 tackles, 24 sacks, 4 interceptions and 2 touchdowns. He is one LION of a defensive tackle...haha...ha.......ha.......<br />
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<b>3. Correll Buckhalter (#36) I-back '97-'00: </b> Correll comes in at #8 on Nebraska's all-time leading rushers list, for a career total of 2,522 yds. If anyone wants to know, that's almost a mile and a half worth of running while giant defensive men are trying to tackle you. Plus, he plays for the Broncos which is the only reason why I watch the Broncos--they have no other redeeming qualities (as of late), sorry Correll.<br />
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<b>2. Ahman Green (#30) Running Back '95-'98:</b> This guy rushed for 1,086 yards his freshman year, had 141 carries and scored 13 touchdowns. Did I mention he was only a freshman? He still holds the record for single-season rushing yards. In his sophomore year he racked up 214 yards in one game against Iowa. Some running backs don't even get that in a full season, like...say.... maybe the Iowa running backs. In the 1998 Orange Bowl, he and QB, Scott Frost, beat out Peyton Manning and his unworthy volunteers, 42-17. I wonder if the P-Man remembers that game...<br />
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<b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_kOuQB_7_CY">1. TOMMIE FRAZIER (#15) Best Husker QB of all time now and forever:</a> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(please turn down the volume of this video until the last 3 mins. the song needs a few bleeps in it).</span> </b>I just get goosebumps when I think about this Husker legend. In 1994 He led the Huskers to their first national championship in 23 years. In 1993 he kept up with the best of 'em, including Heisman Trophy winner, Charlie Ward. We would lose the championship that year to FSU by a missed field goal. I vividly remember <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5LNIWaYNJZI">Frazier running</a> through a herd of FSU linemen. With two defensive players pulling on him trying to drag him down, and several lying in the debris of his wake (a scene that would be familiar to Miami in the following season), Frazier kept running for the first down and eventually passed a beautiful, 29-yard spiral to put his beloved Huskers in field goal, game winning position. Despite the 18-16 loss, Frazier was still named that game's MVP! He was up for the Heisman in 1995, but came in second, though, after the season concluded, many thought he should have won. He also goes down in college football history as being named part of Sports Illustrated's All Century Team and as one of the 10 greatest college football players of the century.<br />
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Tommie ended his college career with staggering statistics. Passing for 3,521 yds, 43 touchdown passes, 1,955 total rushing yards, 36 rushing touchdowns for a grand total of 79 touchdowns. It may also be worth mentioning that he accomplished all of this while battling the painful Crohn's disease. Notwithstanding, he became one of the greatest, most inspiring leaders. He had an infectious smile, a work ethic second to none and a certain humility that put him in the realm of the rarest, most talented of all athletes. <br />
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Looking back, Tommie's performance during the '93 FSU game is what made me, at age 8, fall in love with Husker football and what makes him #1. He taught everyone an important lesson that night. He taught us that the glory is not in winning the Heisman trophy, it is not in winning the national championship, but rather in the deed, we find the glory.<br />
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Sweet, oh, sweet is the sound of crushing helmets, a cheering crowd and a college fight song. This is the sound of college football glory, my friends. Let the season begin.<br />
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"If we should win, let it be by the code, with our faith and our honor held high. If we should lose, let us stand by the road and cheer as the winners go by." <br />
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***Other noteworthy players: Damon Benning, Brook Berringer (I think every girl in Nebraska had a giant crush on him, RIP Brook), Scott Frost, Grant Winstrom, the Ruud brothers, and our buddy Stew Bradley (who unfortunately (well, thankfully) had to cut his hair even though we never won the national championship).<br />
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Daven and Savanna Lakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16335467002442692955noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089813400036596292.post-69441950889936637982011-01-22T17:17:00.004-07:002011-01-22T23:58:44.568-07:00Christmas 2010<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq0RfziVP3_356FUwFsODofpGiDsY4uuBFTy9LCNH1aIYSDECxyPuUgI-9RxjcneHDE01SCsV_kesoXO2XTebvv-1NAHjnVTA5BR65ZfwOZug1Oub46xmrljZ6shNFpyAbjSyqdb8VuimO/s1600/catchoftheday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="249" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq0RfziVP3_356FUwFsODofpGiDsY4uuBFTy9LCNH1aIYSDECxyPuUgI-9RxjcneHDE01SCsV_kesoXO2XTebvv-1NAHjnVTA5BR65ZfwOZug1Oub46xmrljZ6shNFpyAbjSyqdb8VuimO/s320/catchoftheday.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We also took our annual family picture. I always look so weird in these. I swear that's not what I look like in person (plus this is small, so you can't really see anything anyway ;) ).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9H7PG5c8tblATANkLCmU-Uzi3zFvCtNomEGjuytnJ700PKlcHQQEKeW1NEsYEWs2mhTrWLh38WQWNnKD3lOanFpqnxNB1QRp2jmnYFdukcLVmoID3Wx4sAf4sNKsFfFFx4-G0MTrZg6G6/s1600/DavenSavannaFramedFormal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9H7PG5c8tblATANkLCmU-Uzi3zFvCtNomEGjuytnJ700PKlcHQQEKeW1NEsYEWs2mhTrWLh38WQWNnKD3lOanFpqnxNB1QRp2jmnYFdukcLVmoID3Wx4sAf4sNKsFfFFx4-G0MTrZg6G6/s320/DavenSavannaFramedFormal.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hope everyone had a very Merry Christmas. I can't believe it's 2011...weird. Daven's been out of high school for 10 years, in two more years I'll be saying the same thing. Where did you go time?</div>Daven and Savanna Lakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16335467002442692955noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089813400036596292.post-2667311925242852382010-09-13T13:22:00.002-06:002010-09-14T17:55:15.369-06:00An Update a Day, is obviously not Savanna's Way :)It's funny how you want what you can't have.<br />
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Until recently, I've been OK with pushing this blog to the back burner (or, to the burner that resides in the black hole well beyond our galaxy). BUT, a few days ago I tried to log in and found that Daven had changed his email password. Never have I been more motivated to update my blog--when I can't update it :). I guess I need to add myself as one of the blog owners...that would be ideal.<br />
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As you may have guessed, a lot has happened between now and *ahem* what was it? April 22? <br />
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1. Daven no longer works for Key Equipment Finance. He works for State Farm Insurance. He started in May and is licensed and has passed all of his Insurance exams. You Nebraskans (especially the 4th warders/Holmes Lakers) will like this: Daven works for his old Young Men's Advisor: Vance Yoshikawa! Isn't that crazy? Vance happened to come along right as Daven was ready for a change...perfect timing.<br />
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Daven will work under Vance for a few years then open his own Insurance office. After three or four years of owning his own office Daven will then have the opportunity to work for Corporate State Farm. This job is perfect for Daven! He's one of those guys that is good at everything (which is sometimes annoying when you want to teach him how to snowboard, and it turns out he can snowboard better that you--but that's a mix of me being an extremely s l o w learner when it comes to coordination-required skills and him being a natural). The simple fact is he's good at what he does because he demands perfection out of himself. I think anyone who really knows Daven would see that pattern in everything he does. The job is not finished until it's perfect.<br />
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2. I know I never talk about my job on my blog, but my job is going well, too. I moved into a bigger office the end of October and it is suh--wEEeeet! (When I make comments like that, it makes me feel like I really don't belong in corporate America, but maybe a high school classroom instead). I work for Encana, an oil and gas company. I've been there for two years. Love the people, love the work environment, but I've gotta say it ( and by "it," I mean working 50+hrs/week at an office and no mini-Davens or Savannas running around) is not exactly what I envisioned myself doing after almost 5 years of marriage. But, for update's sake...yes, my job is nice. I mean, it's an oil & gas company that's NOT BP, so it's not exactly hurtin' right now.<br />
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3. Bob and Teresa visited in July--again, always productive when they're in town.<br />
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4. Ohhhh...my parents came to visit at the beginning of July and we went white water rafting. Although my dad is a Navy boy, I've never actually seen him on a raft, or even a boat. Needless to say it was an exciting adventure! We also attended the July 3rd fireworks show at the Rockies Stadium. It was spectacular!!<br />
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5. Rex Round Up was Ridiculously Rowdy and "Re"mem"ber"able ;). My Uncle Curtis oversaw the raising of the four walls to our Rex pavilion/lodge. He and some of my cousins that live close to Randolph, UT put up the roof over Labor Day weekend! Thanks so much to all of you that helped! Wish we could have participated, but I'm excited to see it and help out next year!!<br />
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We also ran/walked the 3K I mentioned in my April post, but it turned out to be more like a 6K...mom and I clocked it wrong...ooooops :) ! It was a blessing in disguise. I walked with my cousin, Dalene. You have to understand our family is HUGE. I'm the youngest of 52 grandchildren and my cousin is in the generation older than me, so we didn't exactly grow up together. Walking with her was one of my favorite memories of the reunion--thanks, Dalene! To top it off, we were in the mountains, on my Grandpa's ranch with a bright blue sky!<br />
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7. August was the Kearl Reunion in Orange Beach, AL. BEST. EVER. Our HUGE condo was smack-dab on the beach. The sand was so fine and soft. The water was warm and we swam with a SHARK!! Seriously! Daven and I were boogie boarding and a shark was skimming the same wave as us. It was literally right next to us. Of course, me being an eternal optimist, I thought it was a dolphin because of its color, but...no...it wasn't... However, we did see plenty of dolphins, and we found quite the colony of colossal crabs, too.<br />
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By the way, I have the cutest nieces and nephews. Olivia and Price (Cheyenne's), Elsie (Desiree's). Keegan and Triston (Ian's) weren't able to make it! We missed them!<br />
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8. In May we bought an SUV. It's a 200? Toyota Sequoia. We paid in cash and I was soooooooo sad to see my bank account deplete. Next to our house, that was the largest purchase we've ever made! Boo, for growing up. BUT, we love it and after we said a sad goodbye to the 30-year-old 'burb, we kind of needed it. <em>I think</em>. We do look silly driving it when it's just the two of us. This was a recent conversation I had with Daven:<br />
S: Remind me again why we bought this?<br />
D: For the towing power, of course!<br />
S: We don't have anything to tow.<br />
D: It's not what we <em>don't </em>have, it's what we <em>will </em>have.<br />
S: You mean, a boat?<br />
D: Yes, --<em>Daven continues to describe the exact type, make, dimension and style of our non-existent boat--a description that I never remember hence this very descriptive sentence.</em><br />
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Luckily I have the Young Women to fill it up at least once a week :). Also, Daven says we are "taking it back" if we are not in the market for car seats within the next three months (no, this is not an announcement).<br />
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9. Our next big event is Christmas in Boise! We will miss the sub-zero temperatures, 50 MPH winds, ice storms and all-day power outages that usually greet us in Nebraska, but it will be fun in Boise nonetheless.<br />
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I have pictures of some of the above events, but I'm having issues with blogger and my slow computer. Or, rather blogger and my slow computer have issues and they're just taking it out on me. I guess pictures will be in a separate post.Daven and Savanna Lakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16335467002442692955noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089813400036596292.post-25737482438405919072010-04-22T15:24:00.010-06:002010-04-23T16:30:49.354-06:00Here's a little bit...<div align="left">[Insert my usual acknowledgement and apology that I haven't blogged in a while here] </div><div align="left"><br />
Continuing on. The Lake household has been pretty busy lately... </div><div align="left"><br />
1. We just got back from a one-of-a-kind Jeeping trip in Moab. The last day had a few scares in it, but all are home, safe and sound (at least the people are, not sure I could say the same about a couple of the Jeeps :) ) I think Moab is one of the most beautiful places. I love the red rocks and the exquisite craftmanship of the mountains! While you're standing in an almost desert climate, staring at the dry, sun-burned rocks, you can look in the background and see the blue, snow-capped La Sal mountains! </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZYWiFCjeHOARsLf9Q2UfSzPCr6Bd7KCzGFscgJ2laB7JeiefNAHV6UAlzg05coRLqGKteEgBfM1r7ho9ooBC638qnJAwFFbVmBG4ZxT8_TrMq9SUHBZBciystddE4ZfNy3O1B5etq0MJ3/s1600/moab5.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463416328049873474" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZYWiFCjeHOARsLf9Q2UfSzPCr6Bd7KCzGFscgJ2laB7JeiefNAHV6UAlzg05coRLqGKteEgBfM1r7ho9ooBC638qnJAwFFbVmBG4ZxT8_TrMq9SUHBZBciystddE4ZfNy3O1B5etq0MJ3/s320/moab5.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 191px; width: 320px;" /></a></div><br />
2. Daven is no longer with Key Equipment Finance. He put in his two-weeks notice a few weeks ago, and last week he started his new job as a State Farm Insurance agent. Well, he's not an agent yet, but he is taking his classes and will be practicing by June! The new job is really a blessing and everything seemed to align perfectly for it! I know he will be a success!<br />
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3. Bob and Teresa came to visit this last weekend. Teresa and I were very productive (as usual) and re-decorated my sewing room/guest bedroom! We made new curtains, pillows, etc. I also finished Aubrey, my brother-in-law's, blanket which I've been working on for 6+ years! Daven and Bob went truck shopping, but unfortunately we have yet to see the fruit of that labor--definitely not as productive as the girls (as usual :)).<br />
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4. Daven and I are going to ALABAMA for a Kerry Kearl reunion! We will be gone the 3rd week in August. I just love going to Alabama. I always feel like I'm living out <em>Gone With the Wind</em> or some deep-south novel. Daven has never made the trek southward, so he finally gets to see how entrancing it is! Plus, we will get to see our Virginian nephews! It's been a few years since we've spent time with them.<br />
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5. Speaking of reunions, it is our family's turn to host the REX ROUND UP! Remember how I said I was going to run a 3 and/or 5K with my mom? If you don't, well, you should, 'cause pretty sure it was only two posts ago (granted, that post was about 5 months back)! We haven't registered for one yet, so I'm trying to convince my mom that we should start an annual REX RUN! I know Alan and Grace would be game! So all you Rexes, try to promote it to mi madre! I think she's on board, but hearing your excitement would just be more motivation! I got the idea from my cousin, Heather. I saw on her blog that her in-laws, or maybe her dad's family, had an annual run/walk at their reunion. Plus it's up on the ranch so, talk about a scenic (and thin-ish air) run!<br />
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6. We remodeled our kitchen! Did I tell you that? Yeah, Daven did it all himself! Oh, I know I have before and after pictures somewhere. I'll think really hard about putting them up...I don't want to commit to anything; we all know my track record. This means our house is pretty much completely remodeled...we are just tweaking the shower/bathroom in our basement.<br />
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7. I learned how to snow ski! Sometimes I like it better than snowboarding...but then sometimes I don't. Daven and I went up to Boise, Idaho (where else would you find a Boise) and skied at Bogus Basin. I learned before that, at Copper Mountain in Colorado. Daven took me up the highest lift and just sent me down, by the end I looked like Lindsey Vonn. No, not really, I mean, I don't have blonde hair, so maybe more like Julia Mancuso ;)<br />
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8. Speaking of Boise, Daven's family moved there last summer! Sad that they're not in Lincoln, but all of the other great Lakes live in Idaho so, it's nice they are close to them.<br />
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9. My friend, Tam, from Nebraska is getting married. As I am one of the bridesmaids, I get to go back to NE from May 20 - 23! I'm excited for the wedding, but I'm also pumped to see Nebraska in all its glory--in the springtime, just at the beginning of tornado season! We only go back for Christmas, so it's been awhile since I've seen the green that is Nebraska.<br />
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10. Colorado weather is weird. Today it rained in downtown Denver (where I work), but just a few miles south they were closing schools because of all the SNOW! Whaaat? Who does that?<br />
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That's about it. Work and church are keeping us pretty busy throughout the week which is a good thing, but I just don't make enough time to blog...or facebook, for that matter.Daven and Savanna Lakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16335467002442692955noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089813400036596292.post-27877135608766268442010-02-06T10:06:00.001-07:002010-02-06T10:08:47.704-07:00Look what just washed up on the Lake[shore]I just added new, but old, music. I feel like these songs are almost oldies! Oh, but they're goodies!<br /><br />Enjoy!Daven and Savanna Lakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16335467002442692955noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089813400036596292.post-62993855599629094782010-01-18T23:03:00.002-07:002010-01-18T23:21:25.439-07:00Where has the time gone?OK...so, it's been so long that I've even accessed our blog that our Internet address bar doesn't automatically fill in our blog address when I start typing...<br /><br />But, seriously!! I remember counting down the Bronco games until I got to go to Alabama and now it's the third week in January?! What the heck?<br /><br />So...here is the run down...<br /><br />1. I'm experimenting with our blog title. It was "There Ya Have It..." now it is "The Lake[shore] Account..."<br /><br />2. Daven and I are remodeling the kitchen<br /><br />3. I am completely and totally serious about running a 5k; I'm even going to do it with my mom!<br /><br />4. Snowed in for Christmas and few days after that while we were in NE. For real...there was no power for six hours, we opened presents by candle light and got our water from melting buckets of snow on the gas-burning stove. It was AWESOME. <br /><br />5. I owe you guys Lake Powell pictures<br /><br />6. I made my nephew, Price, a quilt and I made Benson a little jacket. <br /><br />7. Our jobs are going well...<br /><br />8. Ummm, now do you see why I never post? Our lives aren't the most blog-worthy at the moment. :)<br /><br />9. I hope the Vikings make it to the super bowl and win. I say this because, if I know my Hollywood (which I think I do) then they will undoubtedly make a movie out of Brett Favre's life and I hate it when the based-on-a-true-story sports movies build up to the final game and the player/team loses...and then it goes straight into the on-screen text like: "Although Coach So-and-So lost his first championship game, he and his team went on to win 5 straight championships..." (Yeah, you know what I'm talking about...)<br /><br />10. Winter Olympics!!<br /><br />11. It's 11:00 PM, so I'm thinking I should end this post. I'll try to come up with something better for next time.Daven and Savanna Lakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16335467002442692955noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089813400036596292.post-36126081187055616522009-10-17T10:31:00.011-06:002009-10-17T11:40:54.673-06:00The Un-blogger is Back from the Dead<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNZ0yoGS7A23gUxV7hXbT3IyqLbJa9C3S16ebCwV4ERhN2BMDsNsN7nUiyxA8AWX-8AZ9iD5kHwFI7UWWITvYnNdrpBhLW8wOmc3Kdu5VAleAWFZDdAPWZORQ4kr9sooh42PkbTkmSewzn/s1600-h/100_2310.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393622654987625234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNZ0yoGS7A23gUxV7hXbT3IyqLbJa9C3S16ebCwV4ERhN2BMDsNsN7nUiyxA8AWX-8AZ9iD5kHwFI7UWWITvYnNdrpBhLW8wOmc3Kdu5VAleAWFZDdAPWZORQ4kr9sooh42PkbTkmSewzn/s320/100_2310.JPG" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0USDzZPeF5yN65LdmvcOwfX1WCYgHh0d_xXVq5W-M_OhqGpd6QcJUmg85lcLRS_tM2TYySriJ6wtaxcwyUUm1WpyqDjRArnC5RBXXjXyUWRPB8qlzomLMlHvBI_Q0lnTtWk0kausEOlhx/s1600-h/100_2304.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393622647070134994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0USDzZPeF5yN65LdmvcOwfX1WCYgHh0d_xXVq5W-M_OhqGpd6QcJUmg85lcLRS_tM2TYySriJ6wtaxcwyUUm1WpyqDjRArnC5RBXXjXyUWRPB8qlzomLMlHvBI_Q0lnTtWk0kausEOlhx/s320/100_2304.JPG" /></a><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUXgArcQMUpdfYAd83f5GEbL-LG10cc1wG8QnvQfbThHAjWliiZK7OO3qdIY43ScQ3JoKckANCE0BGF0hSQ8B738iDHx6vgyatqkLzWBqoE4-zZ5f_WjyLbnVouhXVnMwpviRqQSDH4HA8/s1600-h/0606091843.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393618449475074658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUXgArcQMUpdfYAd83f5GEbL-LG10cc1wG8QnvQfbThHAjWliiZK7OO3qdIY43ScQ3JoKckANCE0BGF0hSQ8B738iDHx6vgyatqkLzWBqoE4-zZ5f_WjyLbnVouhXVnMwpviRqQSDH4HA8/s320/0606091843.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">HELLO FROM DENVER!!</span></div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="left"><br />OK...here is our update.<br />Since I last posted, I have become an aunt two times over. My middle sister, Desiree, had her little Elsie Maline at the end of August. Daven and I went to Nebraska for the baby blessing. It was so special! Little Elsie is a sweet baby and I'm certain that will stay with her throughout her life!</span> </div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">My oldest sister, Cheyenne, just had her second a week ago! Price Aubrey (don't you love that name. It just screams <span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><em>SOUTHERN</em></span>, which is fitting since they live in Sweet Home Alabama <span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-size:78%;">roll tide roll</span>)</span> I will be going down to the Dixieland at the end of October to help her out! I'm so excited. My niece, Olivia, is a little sprite. She has so much personality and I can't wait to spend time with her. I LOVE Alabama and I haven't been down there for about five years. <strong>PLUS</strong> I get to help out with their house/chores, trick-or-treating <span style="color:#000099;">AND</span> I get to be there for Price's baby blessing. How lucky am I--two baby blessings in one year!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;">AND we went to <strong><span style="color:#339999;">Lake Powell</span></strong> again this year, but I will post pictures and write about that at another time :)...We had a blast and I absolutley <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">LOVE</span></strong> going down there. Daven's cousins are the best and I love spending time with them! <span style="color:#ff6600;">WoNdErFuL!!</span></span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Here are some pictures of the latest additions to the Kearl Family! (They're not in the best order...I don't like blogger when it comes to uploading pictures):</span> </div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifcOKyLlUuYyMbrvsKI83iy_S78_MVV7P4t4fcNXz_MlnlQwKvIkR2ZvjfMFrlDq1v96UffGMzomrGoRj4Rgx76JqPoMPDqMBq8QIg0Kb6Wowu56huOByYbSs1wf3KL9FpAqXXzV38sBpo/s1600-h/Sleeping+Elsie.bmp"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393615521203727890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifcOKyLlUuYyMbrvsKI83iy_S78_MVV7P4t4fcNXz_MlnlQwKvIkR2ZvjfMFrlDq1v96UffGMzomrGoRj4Rgx76JqPoMPDqMBq8QIg0Kb6Wowu56huOByYbSs1wf3KL9FpAqXXzV38sBpo/s320/Sleeping+Elsie.bmp" /></a></p><p align="center">Sleeping Beauty! </p><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA5pHlWrqQSMCcTBQYZm8W1iuZZculmVzp0u-oXkrZfaH_a1-TGTd5rW2NsvSB8J33CpRfOJozP27TDr81x24AffX6Q8FfTYJWKvJeq2xQk6LRHCiKHObYjEx5AZsghMUgm94MQewzyp0A/s1600-h/Price+Aubrey+Martin.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393615510870180818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA5pHlWrqQSMCcTBQYZm8W1iuZZculmVzp0u-oXkrZfaH_a1-TGTd5rW2NsvSB8J33CpRfOJozP27TDr81x24AffX6Q8FfTYJWKvJeq2xQk6LRHCiKHObYjEx5AZsghMUgm94MQewzyp0A/s320/Price+Aubrey+Martin.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center">Price Aubrey Martin<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXNZBCWcIjhvK3nR24hum_89hTow2MNRe0VPjXwnzRtyb74vgg6q1KdMrKNQMePVU-8eVjqRVBdR3RfW4LsBEvfl8MCehzCB8OfQLOpNDQEul2pTcVvFSTACRRau9CwcLkuajI5SRd6XmG/s1600-h/Olivia+and+Price.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393615510167973298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXNZBCWcIjhvK3nR24hum_89hTow2MNRe0VPjXwnzRtyb74vgg6q1KdMrKNQMePVU-8eVjqRVBdR3RfW4LsBEvfl8MCehzCB8OfQLOpNDQEul2pTcVvFSTACRRau9CwcLkuajI5SRd6XmG/s320/Olivia+and+Price.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center">Miss Olivia and baby brother!<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeKXKupuXNpBQsMFUl-RYiMZI8aAyd5EaHughtYGIdpeMMd882pebv2kpsaPL2BqqwU2wE7wmdbnSXkJ7A6j-y91juAKvNlt1twq8Jt5vXn4wSZPV3vhS_J_D0CYuJCGxU_dTIvPh9RDFY/s1600-h/Olivia+with+the+blanket.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393615501732099362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeKXKupuXNpBQsMFUl-RYiMZI8aAyd5EaHughtYGIdpeMMd882pebv2kpsaPL2BqqwU2wE7wmdbnSXkJ7A6j-y91juAKvNlt1twq8Jt5vXn4wSZPV3vhS_J_D0CYuJCGxU_dTIvPh9RDFY/s320/Olivia+with+the+blanket.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center">What is Olivia doing? What a crazy girl! </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdpwggSuFnuL5oRvXYV25TEUxRPz62t_C9NRtScT3WhryD_MTiN62ucK-HoYNv83tYDeVEevbluZhQ4iEw8wrbVC-OKekhY1THtajAUydAQOdVc7P2h1mip-9oSvbBsAT2DJCrjYi9SN0q/s1600-h/Olivia+as+a+gnome.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393615489483710066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdpwggSuFnuL5oRvXYV25TEUxRPz62t_C9NRtScT3WhryD_MTiN62ucK-HoYNv83tYDeVEevbluZhQ4iEw8wrbVC-OKekhY1THtajAUydAQOdVc7P2h1mip-9oSvbBsAT2DJCrjYi9SN0q/s320/Olivia+as+a+gnome.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center">My little pixie gnome! </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgZ3WgGOjRjtPQzD8FDl0Ik7_s8AJJSbqVCP3OKMY7_2agMqXnBld-It1I0xjKTdZyn1WtqMBd0wJxhS7p-akv98rRVSsur245aT7wUw07_b6hALNwAed-cUDsL9b8zJdBbp-Hwu_pwh3b/s1600-h/Mommy+and+Elsie.bmp"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393614785555978306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgZ3WgGOjRjtPQzD8FDl0Ik7_s8AJJSbqVCP3OKMY7_2agMqXnBld-It1I0xjKTdZyn1WtqMBd0wJxhS7p-akv98rRVSsur245aT7wUw07_b6hALNwAed-cUDsL9b8zJdBbp-Hwu_pwh3b/s320/Mommy+and+Elsie.bmp" /></a> </div><div align="center">Elsie and Mommy (Desiree) </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-FxBUKnyy_3VtGKEw-u7-TgSkNErk8PhdTP9v-If0I2eWnH2xmIni_9XwmQwMhoD7RQGzLAIrnY3kZZ5QXU0IEYwKkHvQCVUsKzZFAzgoaxzfbDMIiO_BJfK0gmA0_Nc7r-kvv-ANXhbc/s1600-h/Elsie+and+Daddy.bmp"><img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393614779396544098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-FxBUKnyy_3VtGKEw-u7-TgSkNErk8PhdTP9v-If0I2eWnH2xmIni_9XwmQwMhoD7RQGzLAIrnY3kZZ5QXU0IEYwKkHvQCVUsKzZFAzgoaxzfbDMIiO_BJfK0gmA0_Nc7r-kvv-ANXhbc/s320/Elsie+and+Daddy.bmp" /></a> </div><div align="center">Elsie and Daddy (Tyler)<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3eGnWBGODy2Ifh6_BYXpsMwynli3G3VaqX6XVLX5NkynlLMoKBNV-X8T-uEMdyEie5ck58gqGvQN6b3NbDcWJRGmPkYL73gldxTYzFxsqeVaTqe5f50yAIlYnWAfiHTO_munsQLffMLYB/s1600-h/Elsie+Maline-a-Bean.bmp"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393614407140811026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3eGnWBGODy2Ifh6_BYXpsMwynli3G3VaqX6XVLX5NkynlLMoKBNV-X8T-uEMdyEie5ck58gqGvQN6b3NbDcWJRGmPkYL73gldxTYzFxsqeVaTqe5f50yAIlYnWAfiHTO_munsQLffMLYB/s320/Elsie+Maline-a-Bean.bmp" /></a><br /></div><div align="center">Elsie Maline-a-bean :) </div>Daven and Savanna Lakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16335467002442692955noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089813400036596292.post-41965077135386703982009-06-21T08:24:00.006-06:002009-06-22T15:57:59.279-06:00Not Just a Dad but a Father<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga4kRROHEsSDL43-2qi14pE1_gS1wNM9yjnyOUVS5RvCqGqOBF5P9p9Ys5mIEyLeIYc4AgvfU24u7ecCahsrWdoBC3bGLgq-7IABmOPguv8of5D8Fi_oPlT7yal2NiPmKH-tB3lzs5-AEu/s1600-h/100_0490.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349810305983901778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga4kRROHEsSDL43-2qi14pE1_gS1wNM9yjnyOUVS5RvCqGqOBF5P9p9Ys5mIEyLeIYc4AgvfU24u7ecCahsrWdoBC3bGLgq-7IABmOPguv8of5D8Fi_oPlT7yal2NiPmKH-tB3lzs5-AEu/s320/100_0490.JPG" border="0" /></a></p>Dad and father are often synonymous. I use the term 'dad' all the time, but when respect, honor and love come together to describe my dad, I think the title <span style="font-size:130%;">Father</span> is more appropriate. Here are a few reasons my father is more than just a dad.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXU3ib7Si4EHixfS68bsKy42REFXshbcwvs_ehqRIAdmZ3jJZFJeoiDzdFeX__MCaAYhKVH-WaTzTGs2XAY_F54pNfVVk7hqtPsBO8E4XlgckzcrzABd33ZhTONRJuHX4QmeJzcp2r8LQV/s1600-h/101_0071.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349810298457672802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXU3ib7Si4EHixfS68bsKy42REFXshbcwvs_ehqRIAdmZ3jJZFJeoiDzdFeX__MCaAYhKVH-WaTzTGs2XAY_F54pNfVVk7hqtPsBO8E4XlgckzcrzABd33ZhTONRJuHX4QmeJzcp2r8LQV/s320/101_0071.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />My father is the Vice President of Company Fleets for Crete Carrier Corporation, a trucking company. His duties call for his presence across the country. The funny thing is I more often remember him coming home and being home more than I can ever remember him leaving on a business trip. That's not to say his presence was never missed but it is to say his presence was always <em><strong>present</strong></em>. I am confident that we were in his prayers every morning, noon and night while he was away.<br /> <br />The best part about the business trips was when he brought one of his children with him. I remember going to Graceland with my father during one of his trips to Memphis. I also recall hauling all the Husker football gear down to Oklahoma. My father gave me a football so I could get it signed by all the players and the legendary Coach Osborne. He definitely had the hook up.<br /><br />Speaking of having the hook up, my father knows EVERYONE! I promise. Instead of six degrees of Kevin Bacon, I'm certain you could do one degree of Kerry Kearl. My father is loved and respected by all of these people. It's nice to know that where ever we go, where ever his kids end up, they always have an automatic guardian in the area. My father's acquaintances care deeply about his family because my father has always shown such care and concern for theirs.<br /><br />Support and love are second nature to him. He never missed a concert, musical or play. He came to the home basketball and football games just to cheer on his cheerleading daughter. Remarkable, now that I think about it, because my Father is so busy, from callings to work.<br />Being a VP you may think that he has the better end of the vacations and more flexible time, that's not the case at all. He will work on some holidays just so he can send home his staff to be with their families. What boss do you know that would ever do that?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2qA4QUNIBv8DhNcYZMOynOFZjS1MjKBWBh317_EI1HupQkSlRQTwrTBT2y9zWAgRX2b5MGeHNJXfnXEgiTbhLsqA1iQ5X8Yi1LxeGa9020nO-5R__naGdyztuilG-4zE_nLgLXhyphenhyphen3fRtQ/s1600-h/Wedding+100.jpg"></a><br />My father is one of the best examples of how to serve our Heavenly Father and magnify our callings. He has always had demanding callings, but I've never heard him complain. He never grumbled because loves and serves the Lord with ALL his heart and that leaves no room for complaint.<br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_QOtWARA1G61MSCETmvdEmm3FSW0pLClFvyifnxU_ojhnxV64TG8ADM3IyA33ExgZLyGQI1lx_hcVQsK3zBcPU9aShc2DqF7GN70VDy5q5McVV_AKXVFMCrX4RFjCf40TYMhuGAmNZg9n/s1600-h/101_0075.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349810296262003266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_QOtWARA1G61MSCETmvdEmm3FSW0pLClFvyifnxU_ojhnxV64TG8ADM3IyA33ExgZLyGQI1lx_hcVQsK3zBcPU9aShc2DqF7GN70VDy5q5McVV_AKXVFMCrX4RFjCf40TYMhuGAmNZg9n/s320/101_0075.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left">Father is another calling, a divine calling, he has accepted and magnified. I learned the importance of the priesthood in a home from my father. I knew I could always go to him for a blessing and he never let us start the new school year with out a father's blessing. My father was never afraid of asking for a blessing either. Every time we would visit my Grandma and Grandpa Kearl, he would always ask for a Father's Blessing from my Grandfather. Because of that example, I try to do the same, but our most recent visits, I'm affraid I haven't acted on that.</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU1VP6qPs6PfFF1qHjYgUJrxRxt7Jwg-UcsIIFfN6v7UJ_3OLTkeq4JAcWM8qlZzBMHQvizaFkZkweFV99gh0jesF0w4zMclgwp2ko3vqMJKtoZ7FYw3IkVB61Qqwn_9rbcMy_I31HlMn5/s1600-h/101_0073.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349810286280552722" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU1VP6qPs6PfFF1qHjYgUJrxRxt7Jwg-UcsIIFfN6v7UJ_3OLTkeq4JAcWM8qlZzBMHQvizaFkZkweFV99gh0jesF0w4zMclgwp2ko3vqMJKtoZ7FYw3IkVB61Qqwn_9rbcMy_I31HlMn5/s320/101_0073.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZnZEEUaOYhkUUIsAO_cpmk7PUNxTVcFUoYaB2Z51RYW3mAqzeXk3isIC0mPr-j5mtZEjO2x4EnsPHIiXfjKNIQqlGpteeowdbeLY08cdjTIEENkyCngagM5-VwkEmrQeSNuuWsU7NPgfv/s1600-h/IMG_0496.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349810280435099378" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZnZEEUaOYhkUUIsAO_cpmk7PUNxTVcFUoYaB2Z51RYW3mAqzeXk3isIC0mPr-j5mtZEjO2x4EnsPHIiXfjKNIQqlGpteeowdbeLY08cdjTIEENkyCngagM5-VwkEmrQeSNuuWsU7NPgfv/s320/IMG_0496.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />He serves the Lord and honors his priesthood because he is truly converted to the Gospel of Jesus Christ. My father is the ultimate diamond in the rough. When he was in college he campaigned door to door for a legislative seat with an afro and a pack of cigarettes in his pocket--almost beating the incumbant! Now he is in a different campaign with a bit less hair and a missionary badge on his left pocket that reads President Kearl. The song that described him most in his Dixie High School was "I Fought the Law and the Law Won." Now, the song that most reveres his thoughts and his heart is <a href="http://www.lds.org/churchmusic/detailmusicPlayer/index.html?searchlanguage=1&searchcollection=1&searchseqstart=292&searchsubseqstart=%20&searchseqend=292&searchsubseqend=ZZZ">"O, My Father."</a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu9IRR6Cp2y_OycVQQzjOcUUEoYqcpkVBVBR_hqkipGIJIU45fnd6v3hku4OnyvjzdgokTVqm1nkg2ffqHVTVQwKGm-zWxJKZl14CQ9Zo5uSAqllV8lIE8d8uy2nWSmGby-nebm8BOyJcB/s1600-h/IMG_0569.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349807740248214930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu9IRR6Cp2y_OycVQQzjOcUUEoYqcpkVBVBR_hqkipGIJIU45fnd6v3hku4OnyvjzdgokTVqm1nkg2ffqHVTVQwKGm-zWxJKZl14CQ9Zo5uSAqllV8lIE8d8uy2nWSmGby-nebm8BOyJcB/s320/IMG_0569.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiwlE0qqHDqpCebBRnQ8BuIDfvLBcuVsENJLQ5hxtpE1xpKrece3UlV8snuaxT7d_H4wodwPrhlQmixvyCnpRpRMNd1iYN7aEsZmSCpgWNO4CjAWnvM-BwsYdAj_Vp2-nNC47ewio7yN3i/s1600-h/Wedding+091.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349807726972059522" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiwlE0qqHDqpCebBRnQ8BuIDfvLBcuVsENJLQ5hxtpE1xpKrece3UlV8snuaxT7d_H4wodwPrhlQmixvyCnpRpRMNd1iYN7aEsZmSCpgWNO4CjAWnvM-BwsYdAj_Vp2-nNC47ewio7yN3i/s320/Wedding+091.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I could list all of the things he did to help his family, all of the fun daddy-daughter dates, all of his outstanding accomplishments and continue siting his most exemplary features, but the most important, most valuable treasure he has ever given me is my individual worth and a divine vision of the woman I can become. Because my father treated me as a daughter of God, I know I am a daughter of God. Because my father fulfilled his roles both temporally and spiritually, I have developed spiritually. <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I am who I am today because he was not just a dad but a father.<br /></span></strong><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2qA4QUNIBv8DhNcYZMOynOFZjS1MjKBWBh317_EI1HupQkSlRQTwrTBT2y9zWAgRX2b5MGeHNJXfnXEgiTbhLsqA1iQ5X8Yi1LxeGa9020nO-5R__naGdyztuilG-4zE_nLgLXhyphenhyphen3fRtQ/s1600-h/Wedding+100.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349807716623554002" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2qA4QUNIBv8DhNcYZMOynOFZjS1MjKBWBh317_EI1HupQkSlRQTwrTBT2y9zWAgRX2b5MGeHNJXfnXEgiTbhLsqA1iQ5X8Yi1LxeGa9020nO-5R__naGdyztuilG-4zE_nLgLXhyphenhyphen3fRtQ/s320/Wedding+100.jpg" border="0" /></a></p></div></div></div></div>Daven and Savanna Lakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16335467002442692955noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089813400036596292.post-3355496420933910822009-05-10T21:16:00.004-06:002009-05-10T22:40:46.427-06:00Mother, Dear<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlKq_xF4nLvr1066BTk9Wdsga5OiDhDHfhHEPQUen6meqqsDCZAV2prIDohTtjSHhcEUczJdWPSI724gbbcUpuGZHCe79IW5lBNxmOXFRTIVVoIFJvpMUHYuyO8FFw5X9hRPqeWJ7GyDc/s1600-h/charmaine.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334401737620823586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlKq_xF4nLvr1066BTk9Wdsga5OiDhDHfhHEPQUen6meqqsDCZAV2prIDohTtjSHhcEUczJdWPSI724gbbcUpuGZHCe79IW5lBNxmOXFRTIVVoIFJvpMUHYuyO8FFw5X9hRPqeWJ7GyDc/s320/charmaine.bmp" border="0" /></a></div>My mom is the <strong>greatest</strong>.<br /><br />I know everyone says that about their mom, like how everyone thinks their kid is the cutest, but the difference is that my mom, <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Charmaine</strong></span>, really is the greatest. She's the greatest mom I've ever had and the greatest woman I've ever known. Honestly, dad, how did you get her? ;)<br /><br />Here are a few reasons why I love my mother dear.<br /><br />*My mom can whistle LOUD through her front teeth (we always knew where she was)<br />*She loves to skip...anywhere...in public...when you're 13 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">especially</span><br />*Anyone that went to Milford Jr/Sr High School will tell you she was the BEST and SMARTEST substitute teacher they've ever had.<br />*She has a song for EVERYTHING. Her life is a <em><strong>musical</strong></em><br />*She will tell you the horse is always the best actor in a movie; she's always right<br />*Helpmate, team mate, perfect mate all are perfect words to describe her role as a wife to my father<br />*She runs marathons, dives from the sky and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">skis</span> on the slopes and on the waves<br />*If you asked her what the number 54 meant to her, she would have to think really, really hard because she won't realize that's her age. This is completely appropriate because she's more like a late 20's early 30's anyway.<br />*She's pretty good with a sewing machine, but give her a mallet and a maul and she'll make you the coolest <span style="font-size:180%;">leather</span> anything in the world<br />*She loves her family<br />*She loves her country, she's like the female version of George Washington<br />*I learned <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">photosynthesis</span>, the operating parts of a combine, the cure for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">bee stings</span>, how to birth a goat or a horse, how to hammer a nail, how to paint, how to plant, how to cook, how to sew, how to sing, how to work and how to learn from her<br />*She's my friend on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">facebook</span> AND in real life<br />*She's a cowgirl at heart, but cleans up real nice<br />*She is a former rodeo queen, barrel racer, pole bender and calf roper<br />*She loves and respects animals, she is always in awe by God's creations<br />*She can change the oil, throw some hay, train a horse and then come inside and listen to opera<br />*She can beat you at any sport...and <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">WILL</span></strong> beat you at any sport<br />*She will set up a tent on the trampoline and have a slumber party, just you and her<br />*She has ALL the patience in the world<br />*I swear she knows everything...history, biology, astronomy, computers, agriculture, medicine, Spanish, English...take your pick<br />*She can order chickens, garden tools and horse medicine from a farming magazine then relax with a bit of <span style="font-size:180%;"><em><strong>Shakespeare</strong></em></span><br />*She was the mom on ALL the school trips usually by student request and her kids didn't mind either<br />*Staying up late to watch Diagnosis:Murder and then the 10 o'clock news with her, her husband and her daughter was the highlight of her day...at least her daughter's day<br />*She's like Midas when it comes to coaching...anything she coaches whether it be soccer, softball or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Odyssey</span> of the Mind, the team is usually a champion...totally not kidding or exaggerating<br />*She was involved in sports and rodeo but didn't push that on her kids, in fact we all were the complete opposite...<span style="font-size:180%;">not sure</span> where all those coordination genes went...<br />*She makes up her own words...and sometimes doesn't tell her kids that they're made up...<br />*She's always learning new things...which is weird because I'm pretty sure she's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">omniscient</span><br />*Kids naturally flock to her...I've never seen anything like it<br />*She has the same effect on animals too<br />*You know the Horse Whisperer? She's like the Everything Whisperer<br />*She will love the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">flowery</span> lotion and spray you got her for Christmas but will be overjoyed to see the new pitchfork in the corner with a bow<br />*She's always creating something...a new landscape, a new interior design, pie, bread, rolls, love or laughter<br />*She loves to work in the <strong>Winter Quarters Temple</strong>, the work she does is so exciting and wonderful she has to contain herself...but no one ever said you can't <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">quietly</span> skip down the halls<br />*She misses her daddy but knows she will see him again and this time it will be forever<br />*Most any one of her friends and family would drop anything to do something for her because she HAS done anything and everything for them<br />*"Kindly heaven smiles above" when there is Charmaine<br />*People trust her<br />*<strong>The Lord trusts her</strong><br />*She trusts the Lord<br /><br />Here's to you, mom. I love you.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRudc0_h5O5a8DWojETp8XzqqrCwCajug_-4bf8kTg1wbBY9TJ7TbLtS6NtdIj33mjCKgSrrBZ16xEXJE69Esf7G6xMdu-1QZMMQRPwABlOZPycREtBfLpZexaeByKv9jU9cZ661on3A60/s1600-h/IMG_0569.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334403263215734082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRudc0_h5O5a8DWojETp8XzqqrCwCajug_-4bf8kTg1wbBY9TJ7TbLtS6NtdIj33mjCKgSrrBZ16xEXJE69Esf7G6xMdu-1QZMMQRPwABlOZPycREtBfLpZexaeByKv9jU9cZ661on3A60/s320/IMG_0569.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-PXMMiegD_alJ4NEAsrymHfFiLjohX6EIS5fotJBgTbX7MV6N2y1ZDTgacvHlVauvm6LkTMNiKYwPOKUIGiZMpTiVQR0x14T0-FDM040-PZ9eMJk8wbOvdOhvwXyyTomSCCX7lx52by4l/s1600-h/IMG_0518.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334403261941136434" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-PXMMiegD_alJ4NEAsrymHfFiLjohX6EIS5fotJBgTbX7MV6N2y1ZDTgacvHlVauvm6LkTMNiKYwPOKUIGiZMpTiVQR0x14T0-FDM040-PZ9eMJk8wbOvdOhvwXyyTomSCCX7lx52by4l/s320/IMG_0518.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh35u4Wh_BHJ8oivSPkib-FRSMvNfm03JdP2Yn9OJo7fioXOyQ8Vo0W69GQvHK_Z0E2fzBtjjsOztutmbRiotn5d10oBx37_oLmyG0J_Ubm6ums7gBXoPq2fHEtpduePpIr5FSB_zz6M-_u/s1600-h/Wedding+121.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334403255062481186" style="WIDTH: 213px; 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Good, but long)</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://api.ning.com/files/m7ODOnmx7nQqqE1zCact-wRSASQFQ2MxpYNZ60vtotebJvIrlYXEuyqn84sr-LLwp-fmb1aVND318m2YVAdh0ttGhE-V*RGf/byu_id_logo.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://api.ning.com/files/m7ODOnmx7nQqqE1zCact-wRSASQFQ2MxpYNZ60vtotebJvIrlYXEuyqn84sr-LLwp-fmb1aVND318m2YVAdh0ttGhE-V*RGf/byu_id_logo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><p align="left">It's been a year since Daven and I graduated from Brigham Young University- Idaho. Graduation day was one of the <strong>best</strong> and <em><span style="font-size:130%;">saddest</span></em>. I always hated watching all of our friends <span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">(Westergards, Richardsons, Holgates, Wildes, Heatons...just to name a few)</span> graduate, pack up and leave, and I couldn't wait for the day that we, I, wouldn't have to go through those tearful goodbyes. I failed to take into account that when we left we would have to say goodbye to 50 people (may or may not be an exaggeration) instead of just one family.<br /><br />Even worse was leaving the <span style="font-size:130%;">wonderful</span> campus, </p><p align="center"><a href="http://benjamin.byui.edu/newscenter/downloadable_media/buildings/loRes/030818SporiBldg_3824_lowres.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://benjamin.byui.edu/newscenter/downloadable_media/buildings/loRes/030818SporiBldg_3824_lowres.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://wpcontent.answers.com/wikipedia/en/thumb/6/6b/Hinckleybldg.jpg/180px-Hinckleybldg.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://wpcontent.answers.com/wikipedia/en/thumb/6/6b/Hinckleybldg.jpg/180px-Hinckleybldg.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.visitidaho.org/assets/photos/hires/BYUIdaho.1898.16.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 404px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://www.visitidaho.org/assets/photos/hires/BYUIdaho.1898.16.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.byui.edu/Presentations/Transcripts/Devotionals/2007_09_18_Clark.htm"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">the 'Spirit of Ricks,'</span></strong></a></p><p align="center">(although, I hope I can say I took some of that with me :) )</p><p align="center"><a href="http://benjamin.byui.edu/newscenter/downloadable_media/students/hiRes/010911_3847student.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://benjamin.byui.edu/newscenter/downloadable_media/students/hiRes/010911_3847student.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></p><p align="center">The <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">shelter</span> of a strong faculty </p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcGxbRSezb_wpVAK49Pv5cJr_tpoYGak8dAti1nXDUtAgtJfyjepyYDQS7YxcyyDDs9_8fJvITY-t7qyM-9onH9M2QG89TRFHA9BTMIfbw5ay-3kwiUPx9tOv2QhIVj6GV-pdTJVOxB4UK/s1600-h/Clark,Kim.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330584310043459874" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcGxbRSezb_wpVAK49Pv5cJr_tpoYGak8dAti1nXDUtAgtJfyjepyYDQS7YxcyyDDs9_8fJvITY-t7qyM-9onH9M2QG89TRFHA9BTMIfbw5ay-3kwiUPx9tOv2QhIVj6GV-pdTJVOxB4UK/s320/Clark,Kim.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">and the <em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">beautiful</span></strong></em> temple on the hill.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v5HQSW-LL0g/SH3rfWFZ7-I/AAAAAAAABJM/ExuaWRwFnwI/s400/Rexburg+idaho+temple+by+Rick+Davis,+Humanities+Professor+at+BYU+Idaho+gave+permission+for+Tim+Newton+who+gave+permission+to+me+yes.jpg" border="0" /></div><p align="left">Over the course of <strong>2 ½ years</strong> I came to <em><span style="color:#990000;">love</span></em> BYU-Idaho and everything and everyone that went with it. This post is for those who have ever wondered what the BYU-Idaho experience is all about.<br /><br /><br />When we first moved to Idaho, I was a little wary. I was used to going to University of Nebraska, a larger school and home of the <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">GREATEST</span></strong> athletic program on earth (really, it is I'm not being biased--we have untouchable records across the board for ALL sports, not just football--that will be another post).<br /><br /><a href="http://api.ning.com/files/HelaZngSqbp6AJMgkGalySfxiERNyg8N4Mom74rZF22hzD1esw2CK3WofYjiiQtwR27eplCFGjAiZqC3G95NthZb7uZDcGV6/76383166.jpeg"><img style="WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://api.ning.com/files/HelaZngSqbp6AJMgkGalySfxiERNyg8N4Mom74rZF22hzD1esw2CK3WofYjiiQtwR27eplCFGjAiZqC3G95NthZb7uZDcGV6/76383166.jpeg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><div align="left">Then, I came to BYU-Idaho...no athletic program, small and inside a glacier--not really, but close. For some reason to me this equaled no pride. There were no Saturday games for which to paint your face, to cheer until you go hoarse or to watch all the football players in your class skip that Thursday and Friday (even if it was a home game)--there were none of these 'experiences' in Rexburg. But I learned an important lesson at BYU-Idaho. <strong>The experiences were in my education, and the education was in the experience.<br /></strong><br />So, without further ado, let me share Daven's and my experiences and the reasons why we love BYU-Idaho.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">1</span></strong> There are no <span style="font-size:130%;">gum wads</span> underneath the desks, chairs or door handles. Believe it or not, that says <strong>A LOT</strong> about the level of respect these students have.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">2</span></strong> I'm not kidding you when I say I received a <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Harvard education</span></strong>. Did you know that BYU-Idaho's current President is Kim B. Clark<strong>?</strong> Did you know that before he came to us he was the dean of the Harvard Business School<strong>? </strong>Did you know that he developed most, if not all, the curriculum and teaching methods at the business school<strong>?</strong> Did you know that he brought all of that to BYU-Idaho<strong>?</strong> Did you know that teachers, at least in the Business and Comm college, are trained AT HARVARD in the teaching methods<strong>?</strong> Really. I was on the HBS Web site daily, taking tests, listening/watching podcasts, reading reports then I experienced it in the classroom. Daven and I watched a documentary on Harvard classes a few weeks ago, it reminded me so much of my beloved <span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>I</strong></span>. The experience is in the education.<br /></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://img.domaintools.com/blog/harvard-logo.gif"><img style="WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="http://img.domaintools.com/blog/harvard-logo.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><p align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">3</span></strong> BYU-Idaho is LITERALLY <strong>run by students</strong>. I know this because one of my jobs was overseeing ALL print production for any and all campus publications. University publications went through University Relations, which also is run by students; most material tied with the university that goes to the outside public is actually designed by student designers. Of course there are advisors, but students do the <strong>majority of the work</strong>. If the supervisor or advisor is asked to create or head up something, he/she is always running ideas by students and enlisting their help. The education is in the experience.</p><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_rHk0SxFknJRj8Y6rqgC6QMYfrOe-sqsgwXpBurSG3-Uu69stvtmvKOECrlJD6wh0FtqFpxsP7-9kF52I4M8oi2ZhEhy-sIR8_PGjcSxAbOexxVJwLqot7ZwofY9j8217KRO7doqvhP_8/s1600-h/030304CommunicationsClass.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330580543968349474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_rHk0SxFknJRj8Y6rqgC6QMYfrOe-sqsgwXpBurSG3-Uu69stvtmvKOECrlJD6wh0FtqFpxsP7-9kF52I4M8oi2ZhEhy-sIR8_PGjcSxAbOexxVJwLqot7ZwofY9j8217KRO7doqvhP_8/s320/030304CommunicationsClass.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>4</strong></span> BYU-Idaho strongly encourages extracurricular activities because, as I said above, the school is run by students. But also because it gives you <span style="font-size:130%;">invaluable experiences</span>. I was PR Director for the Student Representative Council <span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">(SRC).</span> I and my 5-member team carried out four of the most successful pr campaigns to date. We did this, by the way, in a shorter 13-week semester.<br /><br /><br />I also directed a <a href="http://www.byui.edu/BusandComm/visionconference.htm"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>leadership conference</strong> </span></a>about the vision the <a href="http://www.byui.edu/Presentations/Transcripts/Devotionals/2001_09_18_Eyring.htm"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">prophets</span></strong></a> have of BYU-Idaho (I strongly, STRONGLY encourage you to read this if you have not--a taste of the talk is given at the end of this post). We learned how to be disciples, we learned how to use our education for the spreading of the Gospel, we learned how to become leaders within our spheres of influence. Daven was a leader in a <strong>Venture Capital Firm</strong>. Through his extensive research and hard work, he decided when and where to invest thousands of dollars. He and a team also opened and closed a successful campus business thanks to an innovative class. The experience is in the education.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>5</strong></span> BYU-Idaho has an ingenious <em><span style="font-size:180%;">three-track school system</span></em>. Classes are offered all year round. Winter-Spring, Spring-Fall, Fall-Winter. It enables 2x as many students to attend BYU-Idaho and makes for year-round interns from which companies can draw. </div><div align="left"><br /> </div><div align="left">We also have shortened, 13-week semesters. The classes are longer, but we cover the same amount of material just in a shorter amount of time. We can do this because of the caliber of students. Students are expected to <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"><strong>act</strong></span> rather than "be acted upon," to take learning beyond the classroom. Teachers expect the students to actually come to class PREPARED having read the syllabus, read the required reading and having done the required assignment BEFORE it is formally given in class--if it's given in class at all. Now, some of my UNL classes did this, but the difference at BYU-Idaho and BYU and BYU-Hawaii is the students really do this. It makes the classes run so much smoother when the students are ready, willing to learn from each other and the teacher.<br /><br /><br />Is it quality work, you ask? Is it up to par with other universities you ask? Valid questions. <strong>Let me just answer those for you.</strong> My last semester my class and I did a PR campaign for a NATIONAL competition (The Bateman Competition). It was for our senior capstone and this particular semester happened to coincide with this competition's deadline. The competition's case/scenario had been given to all other national participants nine months before we received it. We had the task to do our preliminary research, create a SOLID, presentable PR campaign, carry out said campaign and conduct our post research in a 13-week period (11-week period really) where as our other competitors from colleges and universities around the nation had almost a whole YEAR. Did we do it? <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Yes,</span></strong> in fact, our class did THREE separate campaigns, and we competed and finished with HONORS. The education is in the experience.<br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://admissions.byui.edu/images/three-track-system.gif"><img style="WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://admissions.byui.edu/images/three-track-system.gif" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>6</strong></span> <span style="font-size:180%;">The president</span>, arguably one of the busiest university presidents in the world (seeing as how he sits on the board of JetBlue, Black and Decker, maybe others AND is a General Authority), <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">teaches a class</span></strong>. Daven sat in President Clark's class two days a week. Not only does he teach a class, but so do other executive members. Brother Eyring taught my disciple leadership class, we ate dinner with President and Sister Clark and our Bishop was one of the vice presidents...how many people can say they have even shook their president's hand or even know who the vice presidents are? (Brittney <em><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Checketts</span></em> you don't count, and neither does Tiffany <em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Flanagan</span></em> seeing as how you both have obviously broken bread with vps of schools as they are in fact your in-laws.) When I was at UNL, I most certainly would not have been able to identify the chancellor, president, whatever he was called. At BYU-Idaho, it was almost a daily occurrence to pass President Clark or the vps, shake their hand and have a polite, nice conversation with them. Certainly motivated you to <strong>do your best.<br /></strong><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>7</strong></span> I could actually <span style="font-size:130%;">get involved</span> with out having to pledge to a sorority. I was involved at UNL through LDSSA and the Broadcasting Society, but I really wanted to be in the student government. Yeah, well first of all, I didn't have blond hair and I liked to buy my clothes off Wal-mart clearance racks and second-hand stores...I guess you could say it was never meant to be. I know that's a little critical and there is some sarcasm in there, but you get the idea. At BYU-Idaho I <em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">rejoiced</span></em> in all the glorious activities, I <span style="color:#660000;">loved</span> serving on the Student Representative Council and I <span style="color:#660000;">loved</span> running for office. I <span style="color:#660000;">loved </span>being involved with the Newel K. Whitney Scholars; I <span style="color:#660000;">loved</span> that my friends could coach their own hockey, basketball or softball teams.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpT_LLkndEjO6E-DL5et5DcLplvrkcn4Xc4M9Xr1TVELEAGjd6tr1mahBieLoMhW7ll-KCncoMgYUgK-NhVmzTlojOuNxEblmDd0B_uPUCV05_EfLaXl62rLPHdO-O895dPhVUkvGVa28f/s1600-h/SRC.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330912697414428898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpT_LLkndEjO6E-DL5et5DcLplvrkcn4Xc4M9Xr1TVELEAGjd6tr1mahBieLoMhW7ll-KCncoMgYUgK-NhVmzTlojOuNxEblmDd0B_uPUCV05_EfLaXl62rLPHdO-O895dPhVUkvGVa28f/s320/SRC.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3kDHof4JZevOogIk_i3rUEgscosOtU9XwSBpymeI5XQYHYJRmb57hKg_vYgolsPHsGkt_OOq4hnoqOY_eWZM2RbHiufPUNiWSvi5whjDcQDvKE-hyTGyzZGVZLRMSom5vXrmxINFTELi5/s1600-h/Savanna+Poster.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330913576956952514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3kDHof4JZevOogIk_i3rUEgscosOtU9XwSBpymeI5XQYHYJRmb57hKg_vYgolsPHsGkt_OOq4hnoqOY_eWZM2RbHiufPUNiWSvi5whjDcQDvKE-hyTGyzZGVZLRMSom5vXrmxINFTELi5/s320/Savanna+Poster.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">8</span> </strong>My testimony <em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">flourished</span></em> through religion classes, weekly devotionals given by apostles, general authorities and faculty, weekly forums, prayer in the classrooms and support and prayers from the faculty. One of my most favorite memories of graduation day was the walk...we walked through the Hart Building where the hallways were lined with EVERY single faculty member. Daven and I walked through shaking the hands and exchanging warm hugs with all of <span style="font-size:180%;">our teachers.</span></p><br /><br /><p align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3vF2IcbwdGAH4f0EaPakCH0G7RRrNQfNOslpcD20Pz1dqdh1RUAF0y7X1uRuPaXQPBB9ltxcipzhue30bevSTiKxOoYwfFxxwcMar0i5bNPtRWHOOaEeutiTYYpikAf_jWRQZNhLLUbe9/s1600-h/100_1431.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330911268023928066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3vF2IcbwdGAH4f0EaPakCH0G7RRrNQfNOslpcD20Pz1dqdh1RUAF0y7X1uRuPaXQPBB9ltxcipzhue30bevSTiKxOoYwfFxxwcMar0i5bNPtRWHOOaEeutiTYYpikAf_jWRQZNhLLUbe9/s320/100_1431.JPG" border="0" /></a></span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeYVRIXiVb9iBJDMFA10SMFf8GnwRkiRwe9jHzkx9jpOqVQwsjtj5M41L9YUQ0geUAZFeF5RKa3aU8GQDmc1ZtyzXwq6OQx8fCJxJvWF_NU2pjUXlG4CJ7he-6_bdgurdiQtQElqTEHfCy/s1600-h/100_1443.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330911272406202066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeYVRIXiVb9iBJDMFA10SMFf8GnwRkiRwe9jHzkx9jpOqVQwsjtj5M41L9YUQ0geUAZFeF5RKa3aU8GQDmc1ZtyzXwq6OQx8fCJxJvWF_NU2pjUXlG4CJ7he-6_bdgurdiQtQElqTEHfCy/s320/100_1443.JPG" border="0" /></a></span><br /></p><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsPWN7Xf6X66Xl_aUKOosRlrNYcOxeJvqezub7OKytSB-GweCWmOccSFFhQlGjlooEtw2G_8Ka1Yo-1FqYHsUCwsdSnBViTm4s-eGFe7gxjEvB162iDea2ubRt0Ho5Pbqyv3RJL84iMdQw/s1600-h/100_1445.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330911275198203442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsPWN7Xf6X66Xl_aUKOosRlrNYcOxeJvqezub7OKytSB-GweCWmOccSFFhQlGjlooEtw2G_8Ka1Yo-1FqYHsUCwsdSnBViTm4s-eGFe7gxjEvB162iDea2ubRt0Ho5Pbqyv3RJL84iMdQw/s320/100_1445.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0QSZSavxPpSD_RGVHTqD83i-kWlfwVj8USLs6RQZlo8gsscniZ1vp7u2xVrAfLmM0vhalXdCnRxl7ZxdBYHP87V_HlKM2vwg5GWjg9hFfePan3edTmNmRnOL6w8BPyCfuillNcybvvg-c/s1600-h/100_1433.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330911278023222066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0QSZSavxPpSD_RGVHTqD83i-kWlfwVj8USLs6RQZlo8gsscniZ1vp7u2xVrAfLmM0vhalXdCnRxl7ZxdBYHP87V_HlKM2vwg5GWjg9hFfePan3edTmNmRnOL6w8BPyCfuillNcybvvg-c/s320/100_1433.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga3splec_RdDaYCHubT0TlyYD7sxpUXiuIWI35R1yVGA5ZsCSN_GOfMrUHQbiBPXvXn-NIaxXL9sURLHrdRoSwSREsRAscGNWebObprqBc9483rqw0ITq_LIJz57ATTSlOVW2JXjMrB4Ws/s1600-h/100_1407.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330911264349434994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga3splec_RdDaYCHubT0TlyYD7sxpUXiuIWI35R1yVGA5ZsCSN_GOfMrUHQbiBPXvXn-NIaxXL9sURLHrdRoSwSREsRAscGNWebObprqBc9483rqw0ITq_LIJz57ATTSlOVW2JXjMrB4Ws/s320/100_1407.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><p align="left">I didn't mind not being able to wear <span style="color:#33cc00;">shorts</span> or <span style="color:#6600cc;">flip-flops</span>. I wasn't there for the fashion, besides that, you could only wear those like two months out of the year (Rexburg has the nickname of Iceberg for a reason). I really was there for the experience, for the education. BYU-Idaho was one of the greatest blessings in Daven's and my marriage and in my life. I kick myself for not choosing to go there since the beginning, for tuition's sake and for my life's sake. I am so grateful Daven was willing to share this experience with me and that he had wisdom enough to attend BYU-Idaho in the first place. <span style="font-size:130%;">The experience is in the education and the education is in the experience.<br /></span><br />I'm not saying BYU-Idaho is better than UNL, BYU or other colleges (I mean, without BYU there would be no BYU-Idaho), but <em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">it was better for me</span>.</strong></em> I hope this will cast aside any assumptions, generalizations or predispositions you may have had about BYU-Idaho. As I attended BYU-Idaho, I truly saw President Hinckley's <a href="http://www.byui.edu/Presentations/Transcripts/MiscellaneousAddresses/2005_10_11_Hinckley.htm"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">words</span></strong></a> come to fruition and since I have graduated and watched other BYU-Idaho alumni, I have also witnessed the truth of President Eyring's words as well. (See Below).</p><p align="left"><a href="http://www.ksl.com/emedia/slc/1/106/10605.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" alt="" src="http://www.ksl.com/emedia/slc/1/106/10605.jpg" border="0" /></a>"I submit that this campus, with its adjoining buildings, may <em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">literally offer a foretaste of heaven</span></em> with the imparting of knowledge, both secular and spiritual, with the encouragement of unselfish service, with the teaching of values that are everlasting in their consequence, and with faith in the Living God."<br />--President Gordon B. Hinckley, Inauguration of President Kim B. Clark, Oct. 11, 2005.<br /><br /><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.ldschurchnews.com/media/photos/2008/41444.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://www.ldschurchnews.com/media/photos/2008/41444.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="left">"Those graduates of BYU-Idaho will become—and <span style="font-size:130%;">this is a prophesy that I am prepared to make and make solemnly</span>—those graduates of BYU-Idaho will become legendary for their capacity to build the people around them and to add value wherever they serve.<br /><br />I make a prophesy. Now listen carefully.From that example they—you—will become life-long teachers in their families, in the Church, and in their work, and they will bless others wherever they go by what they have learned about innovating with scarce resources and treating all they have as if it were the Lord's…<br /><br />…I hope I live long enough to someday meet some employer who employed one of you and says, "Where did that come from? I've never had such a person. Why people just flock around that person. And they want to follow. They don't have to be led; they're seeking to go where that person wants to go. And they come up with new ideas. I don't know where that comes from. They seem to find a better way, and the budget doesn't go up. I can't understand it." And I'll <strong>smile</strong> and say, "Well, <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">come with me to Rexburg</span>." <span style="font-size:130%;">And I may not be able to show it to you, and I may not be able to prove it to you, </span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">but you'll feel it</span>.</span> There will be a spirit here, I so testify, because of the love of God for all of His faithful children. And those blessings will be poured out here in rich abundance."<br />--"A Steady, Upward Course," Elder Henry B. Eyring, BYU-Idaho Devotional, Sept. 18, 2001.<br /><br />Thanks for reading Y I love my I and I hope you <span style="font-size:180%;"><em>have another great day</em>...</span>where ever you may be.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Daven and Savanna Lakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16335467002442692955noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089813400036596292.post-2010382218870152712009-04-22T21:26:00.000-06:002009-04-22T22:20:10.939-06:00Pictures are Worth a Thousand Words...But a Thousand Words are good too<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhih-ilQlTjF1gVwr0joKzkuslXpsec9nuwmxVdf92r05GG6ZcdQHp6m5i1DsTG1iZ03LGwqVQ9MhkhJ583WuUShn6hZTZruTcJ0zNZcBYMnJqSarkED45uR8xc7ibdu8gfGHS7A82GfVQi/s1600-h/Farshot_temple_bw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327733170112456530" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhih-ilQlTjF1gVwr0joKzkuslXpsec9nuwmxVdf92r05GG6ZcdQHp6m5i1DsTG1iZ03LGwqVQ9MhkhJ583WuUShn6hZTZruTcJ0zNZcBYMnJqSarkED45uR8xc7ibdu8gfGHS7A82GfVQi/s320/Farshot_temple_bw.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>I am very much a talker so, it makes sense that most of my posts are devoted to words only. I just posted a few pictures in my last post (if you haven't seen it, please view). But, I was scrolling through some of my posts and realized I don't have a lot of pictures of Daven and me or just Daven. So, aside from this short paragraph, this entry is devoted to entirely to RaNdOm photographs...I mean random...enjoy :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ_tL2YvpT6sz8Y3y4exD3i-1aGzyUwbbFD7UlOVz3KguR-wqin8Do0_abGvQfYgwQO_CU6uicH0E0yiiub68gxcSJ-Utuu8FPDLvUc9V2B61dyiri-kp537jm_UUJnfyb5PaO3FUjwqzW/s1600-h/Daven&Savanna_closeupb&w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327733168640482130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ_tL2YvpT6sz8Y3y4exD3i-1aGzyUwbbFD7UlOVz3KguR-wqin8Do0_abGvQfYgwQO_CU6uicH0E0yiiub68gxcSJ-Utuu8FPDLvUc9V2B61dyiri-kp537jm_UUJnfyb5PaO3FUjwqzW/s320/Daven&Savanna_closeupb&w.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327732784783226930" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNih8Hzke23m8hWGrZP1858r4VgaA86eUSizXIwIvs2Nr4awLAoIm7hmZ0NH87Nd0B5dbQMefrG62kwMHBVfMCX17vO8gup1nBYQEl2F8utJV5eH-02SCQWFKxE8Nh-qmvYmJ_zi6MoCit/s320/bodyshotd&s_bw.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOXB75fN9qWmgduKsMLdEAnsLfy1qATg9ClrfZpfT0A8uXOeuDsFmXn1AUgu4ZO5-GZeSiZ39IVEqzzcTrY2CSvCEEVmVy8P9BH02KSncX_4QHjUOF5MtqU88yJxpjvSlLLxWh6A3erKTm/s1600-h/Daven&Savanna_closeupb&w2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327732780267380034" style="WIDTH: 320px; 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I think it goes with out saying that I stink at blogging! Seems to be a common theme in my most recent posts :)</div><br /><br /><div>I thought I'd post some pictures of my latest creations!</div><br /><br /><div>THE INFAMOUS ARMADILLO CAKE</div><br /><br /><div>I had to make an Armadillo Groom's cake for my sister's wedding. We made it with red velvet cake just like the one in <em>Steel Magnolias. </em></div><br /><br /><br /><div>Teresa made the cakes the day before, because Daven and I didn't get into town until 3:00AM that morning. 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEj5SlZeWpue9xV-UpFaRz-5IPZTF7tiwh7vjBO35eVCp8-pt_3mYRxlrfdCukQP-vJP_7CIabkNDsu-vXaN8lNLxndKNEvu8_Wtu2Y51tU4QLMpjsISyBCXQ5soxyqJsSIwdM_-PyOV7c/s320/100_2187.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvfWxdYYladJCPSDqe12U4A3Txr3j7XpZIOnEzz7OMa5ox9x8Zt6rF7ozRw0uWX7vo-cKB0nMRVmz9_-W37uIfzTY1se9ZeFYwGVaj-MetUGi5_DIRL3QPUL2eq3YPiQ4JcTNIM6F2akhi/s1600-h/100_2181.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325689014994239170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvfWxdYYladJCPSDqe12U4A3Txr3j7XpZIOnEzz7OMa5ox9x8Zt6rF7ozRw0uWX7vo-cKB0nMRVmz9_-W37uIfzTY1se9ZeFYwGVaj-MetUGi5_DIRL3QPUL2eq3YPiQ4JcTNIM6F2akhi/s320/100_2181.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIFo_66j9AsKA5bVWTTO4gQ6e3e0tfXtFse6PH8ndjMZ-ltNFiu0W-zsYruq945MkHK-MUdBbWLprLcbwz71QDhODkgRl7CBOui82SAWsx_9Y4NHjYdtQxiTygHCCMNVYiFAXk7dFyDwip/s1600-h/100_2230.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325689780764189362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIFo_66j9AsKA5bVWTTO4gQ6e3e0tfXtFse6PH8ndjMZ-ltNFiu0W-zsYruq945MkHK-MUdBbWLprLcbwz71QDhODkgRl7CBOui82SAWsx_9Y4NHjYdtQxiTygHCCMNVYiFAXk7dFyDwip/s320/100_2230.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>The finished product...What do you think?</div><div><br /> </div><div>Next is the dress...I had to make my bridesmaid dress. It turned out pretty good for the first major item I've ever sewn...</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_ECGfv_9B352bXrVc6Uoa06Z4Yh17p1oEh20fzJp9Ou2wWouSFSm7L_m1z7fKbop0c8L2LrNIW3Atbz26E4sN2bcK5w2e2lHE8VNo_QTPfufXQ3oDZxxEq_R61fwZIMDoGOq6_uasRA3/s1600-h/100_2198.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325690610902784386" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_ECGfv_9B352bXrVc6Uoa06Z4Yh17p1oEh20fzJp9Ou2wWouSFSm7L_m1z7fKbop0c8L2LrNIW3Atbz26E4sN2bcK5w2e2lHE8VNo_QTPfufXQ3oDZxxEq_R61fwZIMDoGOq6_uasRA3/s320/100_2198.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgklEporph93wEciI6z747LM-CaRZIHa05s8vld8kElmbArcbR8JfvdmX_ZZLlxhDp6jXq15xFl9p2NSa2ICKjWfxeZn5DdcMEGGmVNCNoMYU6OUsALfMd9ms0JSMQVMoMy9Y7UF7CAzdBm/s1600-h/100_2199.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325690609415071426" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgklEporph93wEciI6z747LM-CaRZIHa05s8vld8kElmbArcbR8JfvdmX_ZZLlxhDp6jXq15xFl9p2NSa2ICKjWfxeZn5DdcMEGGmVNCNoMYU6OUsALfMd9ms0JSMQVMoMy9Y7UF7CAzdBm/s320/100_2199.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF23DUCCXGNqOM2WowBY7ZZN1PtKzjFoxcTohSsEwtSJyirXOHCBQ5HxzWQRvr-Oo1EE5hS4FULnAX4TrtmDtIheH6yTlFf1Gq-htNJfjzqspTmpL5cCHdQkHRxDH3fUWquGnI5OPsEB7Q/s1600-h/100_2209.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325694552354311874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF23DUCCXGNqOM2WowBY7ZZN1PtKzjFoxcTohSsEwtSJyirXOHCBQ5HxzWQRvr-Oo1EE5hS4FULnAX4TrtmDtIheH6yTlFf1Gq-htNJfjzqspTmpL5cCHdQkHRxDH3fUWquGnI5OPsEB7Q/s320/100_2209.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>This was the only close up I had of the sleeves and it's not very good at all...for some reason we took more pictures with our phones than the camera. My oldest sister, Cheyenne, is the photographer. She made her dress too. It was a cute collared wrap-around. Those are my parents and my sister, Desiree.<br /><br />Then, just last weekend Bob, Teresa and Lindsi came into town...</div><div> </div><div>Bob and Daven put up drywall in the basement and Teresa and I did this...</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxhcC94fZ8G-zgn88oDQD7fwoSMAsA5bXDLBCrgY5OiliKQXRHEZTqywns8jMBx6tvqd4JV7TNoydBjX7eOfTB_M3wbkODw7wa_2FV2Lm8GN3pN92UTRqZsXAQJOYKb2j70228fogzSx6Q/s1600-h/100_2275.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325694548772021938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxhcC94fZ8G-zgn88oDQD7fwoSMAsA5bXDLBCrgY5OiliKQXRHEZTqywns8jMBx6tvqd4JV7TNoydBjX7eOfTB_M3wbkODw7wa_2FV2Lm8GN3pN92UTRqZsXAQJOYKb2j70228fogzSx6Q/s320/100_2275.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXTRnM83wee6NsKFKYsqo0QHgYw5asFB8GNEJ88D1wMpBxB5aZcYQjiPlSWkAHVbfZutGGcP2o1I2MZ4_-c-Uo6AWkEUyB8ZAlnUYvnJZgVp3SFeG6ed-FI3nduIqeoqg_4BfVX3Wv0f0Z/s1600-h/100_2276.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325694552713308274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXTRnM83wee6NsKFKYsqo0QHgYw5asFB8GNEJ88D1wMpBxB5aZcYQjiPlSWkAHVbfZutGGcP2o1I2MZ4_-c-Uo6AWkEUyB8ZAlnUYvnJZgVp3SFeG6ed-FI3nduIqeoqg_4BfVX3Wv0f0Z/s320/100_2276.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>We replaced the tile in our front entry way. It was nasty dark brown seventies tile. Pretty much we're amazing ;)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBCLZ4O4MGJbIouICSV5OGgOq3Xp9w9jRHFGB0_4ReBqKW134-bsvrp8UjqUTw40AQJng4NT-8Cykf4maoupNlSZKrKIHZHTgPd-9h-qpjNBe3smdoNNNeHlMfhg6Bk2VeNU-fRvi-Juxg/s1600-h/100_2278.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325694560701445842" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBCLZ4O4MGJbIouICSV5OGgOq3Xp9w9jRHFGB0_4ReBqKW134-bsvrp8UjqUTw40AQJng4NT-8Cykf4maoupNlSZKrKIHZHTgPd-9h-qpjNBe3smdoNNNeHlMfhg6Bk2VeNU-fRvi-Juxg/s320/100_2278.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrNkhb929oOW8KD-NTbq9ZTaoqd3WMx-UiXA8rMU6tonSq5cf1m41TI-nL4YfTeqWvAhr3iuDTezPbHU1R29Itf2r8U0_GTZEQquLD9sdamhANINc4-dPYdM-rBoRKufzrFd25n4u2kCMU/s1600-h/100_2277.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325694556717699266" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrNkhb929oOW8KD-NTbq9ZTaoqd3WMx-UiXA8rMU6tonSq5cf1m41TI-nL4YfTeqWvAhr3iuDTezPbHU1R29Itf2r8U0_GTZEQquLD9sdamhANINc4-dPYdM-rBoRKufzrFd25n4u2kCMU/s320/100_2277.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>We also started reupholstering. Daven and I received my parents' old dinning room table and chairs. The vinyl was a little tattered so we fixed it! I'm thinking if we were together long enough we would quite literally take over the world.</div><div> </div><div>I also received a sewing machine for an early birthday present. I've been making curtains for most all our windows...pretty exciting!</div><div> </div><div>Daven and Trevor have been working on the baseboards on the main floor. They look fantastic! Daven is the ultimate handyman; he knows how to do everything. He also cleared out the yard of some over-grown bushes. Now it's ready for me to take over. I am the resident landscaper/gardener, but it's been snowing so much lately I haven't been able to really start anything.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Daven and Savanna Lakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16335467002442692955noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089813400036596292.post-20540206841414321172009-02-06T11:01:00.000-07:002009-02-06T11:38:20.059-07:00This Just In!Hey all of my fellow bloggers. So, Aunt Vicki pointed out I'm not exactly a frequent blogger...no, I'm not. Which is sad because a lot has happened since our last blog.<br /><br />First, as you know we bought a house and after multiple late nights and looooong weekends we finally finished the downstairs floor with a nice mahogany wood. We have all the "big stuff" done like paint, flooring and carpet. However, now we have all of the "little stuff" like putting up closet doors, getting baseboards, cabinet knobs and different knick-knacks like that. Now, with this 70 degree weather it's almost time to start our outdoor adventures of owning a house. Seriously...never ending.<br /><br />Second, we have a dog!!! His name is Benson and used to live with Brandon, Tina and Baby Avery. He was one of two dogs and they graciously gave him to us and they kept the other dog, Bauer. Benson is a Cock-a-poo (Cocker Spaniel mixed with Poodle). He is adorable and such a good dog. He is sooo funny. He knows all of his toys by name and when he takes a toy outside with him he will set it by the step before he comes in so the next time he goes outside he knows exactly where it is. Yeah, he's a little OCD. <br /><br />Third, we are of course in a new ward because we moved. I was kind of sad to leave my primary kids...I taught the seven and eight year olds. I was going through withdrawals a few Sundays ago. Daven and I now serve as ward missionaries. We are initiating a new ward mission plan and it is an absolutely amazing experience. It's really indescribable and we LOVE it.<br /><br />Fourth, my mom followed us home from Nebraska after Christmas and helped us haul out all of my stuff from high school and such. She also gave us our family's old dinning room table and an old, mini-organ. So, I can now pseudo play the organ, but only hymns from the simplified <em>simplified</em> hymn book. Poor Daven is just about sick of hearing "Sweet is the Work."<br /><br />Fifth...let's see, I guess there really isn't a fifth. Oh...so you know how I need to post pictures? Yeah, well we took our camera to Idaho when we went to pick up Benson and I haven't seen it since. I know we brought it home, but I'm not sure where it is. I would have posted before we went to Idaho, but we didn't get the Internet until a few weeks ago and by the time I get home from work the library is closed. Anyway...you'll see the pictures when I see the camera :)<br /><br />I'll need to find my camera soon because Daven and I are going to Nebraska the beginning of March for my sister, Desiree's, wedding. <br /><br />Anyway, no...I didn't fall off the face of the earth...blogging earth maybe but not the real one :)Daven and Savanna Lakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16335467002442692955noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089813400036596292.post-71639789614955941202008-12-22T07:41:00.000-07:002008-12-22T07:53:14.869-07:00The Quickest Update EVER!1. We just purchased a new house<br />2. We don't have Internet yet<br />3. Daven and I are in Nebraska for Steph's wedding and Christmas<br />4. I'm using Mother Teresa's and Bishop Bob's Internet<br />5. No pics of the house because we left that memory chip in Colorado<br />6. Steph (my sister-in-law) looked exactly like Grandma Rex's Cinderella doll in her living room...Tiff, Steff you know which one I'm talking about?<br />7. This silly winter storm front is FREEZING!!! -18 in Colorado and - something or another in Nebraska<br />8. Daven and I had to rent a big red Ford F150 because of an ity-bity accident on the ice with our Honda...all is well, no worries it is being repaired in Colorado as we speak...type rather.<br />9. I don't like Fords<br />10. I don't like trucks<br />11. Yes, I know that sounds weird as I am a Kearl.<br />12. Baby Avery is cute<br />13. Makes me want to have one<br />14. Brittney...I received your package THANK YOU!!!!! (Everyone at church always comments on it and I love to tell them where it came from) Proper thank you forth coming.<br />15. MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!! We miss EVERYONE!Daven and Savanna Lakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16335467002442692955noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089813400036596292.post-23360190636534571072008-11-21T07:54:00.000-07:002008-11-21T09:02:44.026-07:00Cheyenne Did a Tag?! Whaaaaat?My sister, Cheyenne, NEVER does tags, hence the title of my post. She tagged me so I thought I'd do it considering this is a once-in-a-lifetime event, not unlike the Hale-Bopp comet.<br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>8 TV Shows I Watch:</strong><br />1. CSI (the original)<br />2. CSI: NY<br />3. ER<br />4. The Office<br />5. Eli Stone<br />6. 30 Rock<br />7. Antique Roadshow<br />8. This Old House<br /><br /><strong>8 Things That Happened Yesterday</strong><br />1. Road the bus to work and almost got side-swipped by a passing car.<br />2. Worked for 10 1/2 hrs.<br />3. Rocked/Jazzed/Swinged/Big Banded out to good ole Sinatra and Dean in my office while I had the entire floor to myself for two hours<br />4. Took the stairs down from the 20th floor rather than use the elevator (I suppose it would be more beneficial if I took them up, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't sore...how lame is that?)<br />5. Ate a five dollar, five dollar foot looooong with my husband<br />6. Was visited by my visiting teachers<br />7. Worked on a tie-quilt for Relief Society<br />8. Watched CSI and ER<br /><br /><strong>8 Favorite Places to Eat:</strong><br />1. Fong's<br />2. New Fong's<br />3. Subway<br />4. Chico's<br />5. Fazolli's<br />6. Mimi's Cafe<br />7. Lazlo's<br />8. Merel's<br /><br /><strong>8 Things I'm Looking Forward To:</strong><br />1. CLOSING ON OUR HOUSE (hopefully, 4:00PM on Monday)<br />2. Painting, carpeting and moving into said house<br />3. Steph's wedding<br />4. Seeing baby Avery<br />5. Christmas<br />6. Getting my hair cut...again. It grows waaaay too fast<br />7. Having children of our own<br />8. Seeing the 'Twilight" movie<br /><br /><strong>8 Things On My Wish List:</strong><br />1. New bed spread and throw pillows<br />2. Vacation to Rome and Savannah, GA<br />3. A time when Daven and I can host a Thanksgiving dinner<br />4. Kids<br />5. Dog<br />6. Cat (but Daven is allergic...so he says :) )<br />7. New curtains<br />8. All things that bring joy<br /><br /><strong>8 Tagged People</strong><br />1. Kristina, Brando and Avery<br />2. Ricky and Ang<br />3. Sarah Westergard<br />4. Chanda<br />5. Brittney (I swear you just did a tag in like Oct., so don't feel pressured :) )<br />6. Dale Rex y Judith Rebecca Bundy Rex<br />7. Dre<br />8. MindyDaven and Savanna Lakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16335467002442692955noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089813400036596292.post-26369000714968681932008-11-08T12:50:00.001-07:002008-11-08T21:21:10.508-07:00Things that make you go hmmm...Well...things that make me laugh really.<br /><br /><br /><br />1) Finding fishing supplies rolling around in the dryer after laundry. I thought I didn't have to worry about checking pockets before wash until we had little ones. Apparently I was wrong.<br /><br /><br /><br />2) Daven feeding the missionaries in my absence...poor missionaries.<br /><br /><br /><br />3) Putting my funnels to good use, i.e. using them to change the oil.<br /><br /><br /><br />4) Daylight Savings. Talk about a power trip. Who came up with the idea to mess with Father Time?<br /><br /><br /><br />5) Camera operators at golf tournaments. How do they get that job anyway?<br /><br />Interviewer: can you see this white circle on this plain white piece of paper?<br /><br />Applicant: Yes.<br /><br />Interviewer: Congratulations! You're hired.<br /><br /><br /><br />6) Mascot identity crises... case in point Alabama, aka bama, aka Crimson tide...and what's up with the elephant?<br /><br />**I actually know the history behind all of these titles seeing as how my sister, Cheyenne, used to be a Bama Belle. I still find it funny how they have so many identities. Although...at least they've had the same names throughout football history. Did you know the Huskers used to be the Bug Eaters?<br /><br /><br /><br />7) Hockey players...have you ever seen them with their helmets off? Yeah, the helmets are for protection alright, protection for the spectators <em>eyes!</em> Seriously, they ALL have broken noses. And the goalie masks? I'm sure Freddie Crouger would have been much more scary sans the mask.<br /><br /><br /><br />8) Silver Medalists...congratulations, you are the top looser. You are the #1 person who lost.<br /><br /><br /><br />9) Jerry Seinfeld, because he did a bit on the above circumstance...sorry, that wasn't my own observation.<br /><br /><br /><br />10) Toilet paper, paper towels and bathroom cleaning product commercials. Ever noticed how they compare them to the "leading brand" in the side-by-side screen shot? Wait a second, if they do in fact work better than the leading brand, shouldn't <em>they</em> be the leading brand?<br /><br /><br /><br />11) Perscription Drug commercials. No thank you, I'll stick with the side effects of my own allergies; sneezing and a running nose. I'm not into diarreah, stomach cramps, blackouts and in some severe cases, death.<br /><br />Last but not least...<br /><br /><br /><br />12) Phone books. I swear we just got the same exact phone book a week ago.<br /><br />Well, that's all I've got. If I think of anymore then I'll post it. Thanks for reading!Daven and Savanna Lakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16335467002442692955noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089813400036596292.post-10577395566665091412008-11-01T18:53:00.000-06:002008-11-01T20:28:40.317-06:00"Become as Little Children"I'm having a difficult time trying to think of something to post other than political commentary that at times seems so futile. Not to mention, the more I write the more it gets my blood boiling. There is actually a TV station in Denver that does 30 second political ad breaks where they just air pretty music and pretty pictures while a clock in the corner counts down to the revisitaion of political mudbaths at their best. So, I thought I would do the same.<br /><br />Whenever I need a mental break, my mind always wanders to my mother playing primary songs on the piano, preciously playing each note with just her right hand and serenading me. The two songs I remember her playing the most were "He Sent His Son" and "When He Comes Again." I thought I would just post the words to those two songs along with some appropriate pictures. It will be cathartic for me and hopefully a few of you will appreciate it as well.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"><em>He Sent His Son</em></span><br /><em>#34</em><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitWr2ePwjMahrrm6lC7vs0sYfnk-gkizNxjMTCjGTCwHCOM9c3svztAZcF1aOufhERXD8ArSCgEF2m17-lhvWwIcfpnukd8b7Rhx0IvF8BuHnnpG9ctv9FpV-l01HPKwemuxTRJOi8cUl_/s1600-h/Nativity.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263869185165943330" style="WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitWr2ePwjMahrrm6lC7vs0sYfnk-gkizNxjMTCjGTCwHCOM9c3svztAZcF1aOufhERXD8ArSCgEF2m17-lhvWwIcfpnukd8b7Rhx0IvF8BuHnnpG9ctv9FpV-l01HPKwemuxTRJOi8cUl_/s320/Nativity.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />How could the Father tell the world of love and tenderness?<br />He sent his Son, a newborn babe, with peace and holiness.<br /><br /><br />How could the Father show the world the pathway we should go?<br />He sent his Son to walk with men on earth, that we may know.<br /><br />How could the Father tell the world of sacrifice, of death?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8BSoxkVDI6TuMIDcA5VftA_P3p7rfKTv6vt3-eXI2KexHQuZh2l7bq0L9h_TS0yB8UFz0PQQVIO0GcY00iXR3COUAAJmbKqb4S_MwQ6-cyInVHfvBHItxJY6fXcZPHGBNjZ_8D1UERpzE/s1600-h/o_my_father.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263870193345707618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8BSoxkVDI6TuMIDcA5VftA_P3p7rfKTv6vt3-eXI2KexHQuZh2l7bq0L9h_TS0yB8UFz0PQQVIO0GcY00iXR3COUAAJmbKqb4S_MwQ6-cyInVHfvBHItxJY6fXcZPHGBNjZ_8D1UERpzE/s320/o_my_father.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />He sent his Son to die for us and rise with living breath.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0MGkkAyO5R2aopp4ymygUIvlJ4WjFzedfpHs5s_WT-Yaeauw5WRoKCoBubdbTgUuQLaaN-DNZVOiLbzyXyMAlB9X-nv-a-nTQMPYmA5LI0Ktn0Nfdi1fd9b81k7-04zLiomZl1czpxXii/s1600-h/he_lives.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263870930159191890" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0MGkkAyO5R2aopp4ymygUIvlJ4WjFzedfpHs5s_WT-Yaeauw5WRoKCoBubdbTgUuQLaaN-DNZVOiLbzyXyMAlB9X-nv-a-nTQMPYmA5LI0Ktn0Nfdi1fd9b81k7-04zLiomZl1czpxXii/s320/he_lives.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />What does the Father ask of us? What do the scriptures say?<br />Have faith, have hope, live like his Son, help others on their way.<br /><br /><br />What does he ask?<br /><br />Live like his Son.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"><em>When He Comes Again</em></span><br /><em>#82</em><br /><br />I wonder when he comes again,<br />Will herald angels sing?<br />Will Earth be white with drifted snow,<br />Or will the world know spring?<br /><br /><br />I wonder if one star will shine,<br />Far brighter than the rest;<br />Will daylight stay the whole night through?<br />Will song birds leave their nest?<br /><br /><br />I'm sure He'll call his little ones<br />Together 'round His knee,<br />Because He said in days gone by,<br />"Suffer them to come to me!"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie9Ei8E7SKWsqkzMhkjcTngZFY8xUxFlNZWEtx-6oX6ENc_De1nkMEqRuxci1hOHOwAd0XRRgQIdX3uyaWwDfOyyMPw2tgvdGg9SM6Uies5l-2CAA6Txg_OiR-3L6nuNCNG19db5L_tgk8/s1600-h/children-of-the-world-zoom.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263875082976023474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie9Ei8E7SKWsqkzMhkjcTngZFY8xUxFlNZWEtx-6oX6ENc_De1nkMEqRuxci1hOHOwAd0XRRgQIdX3uyaWwDfOyyMPw2tgvdGg9SM6Uies5l-2CAA6Txg_OiR-3L6nuNCNG19db5L_tgk8/s320/children-of-the-world-zoom.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I wonder, when He comes again,<br />Will I be ready there,<br />To look upon His loving face<br />And join with Him in prayer?<br /><br /><br />Each day I'll try to do his will<br />And let my light so shine<br />That others seeing me may seek<br />For greater light divine.<br /><br /><br />Then, when that blessed day is here,<br />He'll love me and he'll say,<br />"You've served me well, my little child;<br />Come unto my arms to stay!"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIU-oI3PIVF2QbaVjGvJRRy1WhVvz_n5v9vP5SRNcRzrlQNRipwtxLOeTYzA5cSPiwRRcopNzZ9omo7R2mvc6vbnuy5bqnYJsBExci4disVo0rajOoP1yqhQiqXsXXiWakDuogcqoghxwj/s1600-h/olsen_-_forever_and_ever2.jpg"></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIU-oI3PIVF2QbaVjGvJRRy1WhVvz_n5v9vP5SRNcRzrlQNRipwtxLOeTYzA5cSPiwRRcopNzZ9omo7R2mvc6vbnuy5bqnYJsBExci4disVo0rajOoP1yqhQiqXsXXiWakDuogcqoghxwj/s1600-h/olsen_-_forever_and_ever2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263876171813817762" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIU-oI3PIVF2QbaVjGvJRRy1WhVvz_n5v9vP5SRNcRzrlQNRipwtxLOeTYzA5cSPiwRRcopNzZ9omo7R2mvc6vbnuy5bqnYJsBExci4disVo0rajOoP1yqhQiqXsXXiWakDuogcqoghxwj/s320/olsen_-_forever_and_ever2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />*Artwork courtesy of Simon Dewey and Greg OlsenDaven and Savanna Lakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16335467002442692955noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089813400036596292.post-56948383419890971282008-10-24T11:47:00.000-06:002008-10-24T13:29:41.162-06:00Food for thought...I'm talkin' a smorgusborg people!This is an article by Orson Scott Card. I must say, I am drawn to those who write what I am thinking, as I assume most of us are. With all the mudslinging and politics that exist--not just in the election, but in the newsrooms as well--I often think I'm in the middle of a bad dream where I try to scream but no one will hear me. Well...hear this, or read this I suppose...<br /><br />Meridian Magazine<br />Posted on Monday, October 20, 2008 12:29:44 PM<br /><br />Would the Last Honest Reporter Please Turn On the Lights?<br />By Orson Scott Card<br /><br />Editor's note: Orson Scott Card is a Democrat and a newspaper columnist, and in this opinion piece he takes on both while lamenting the current state of journalism.<br /><br />An open letter to the local daily paper - almost every local daily paper in America: I remember reading All the President's Men and thinking: That's journalism. You do what it takes to get the truth and you lay it before the public, because the public has a right to know.<br /><br />This housing crisis didn't come out of nowhere. It was not a vague emanation of the evil Bush administration. It was a direct result of the political decision, back in the late 1990s, to loosen the rules of lending so that home loans would be more accessible to poor people. Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac were authorized to approve risky loans.<br /><br />What is a risky loan? It's a loan that the recipient is likely not to be able to repay. The goal of this rule change was to help the poor - which especially would help members of minority groups. But how does it help these people to give them a loan that they can't repay? They get into a house, yes, but when they can't make the payments, they lose the house - along with their credit rating. They end up worse off than before.<br /><br />This was completely foreseeable and in fact many people did foresee it. One political party, in Congress and in the executive branch, tried repeatedly to tighten up the rules. The other party blocked every such attempt and tried to loosen them. Furthermore, Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae were making political contributions to the very members of Congress who were allowing them to make irresponsible loans. (Though why quasi-federal agencies were allowed to do so baffles me. It's as if the Pentagon were allowed to contribute to the political campaigns of Congressmen who support increasing their budget.)<br /><br />Isn't there a story here? Doesn't journalism require that you who produce our daily paper tell the truth about who brought us to a position where the only way to keep confidence in our economy was a $700 billion bailout?<br /><br />Aren't you supposed to follow the money and see which politicians were benefiting personally from the deregulation of mortgage lending?<br /><br />I have no doubt that if these facts had pointed to the Republican Party or to John McCain as the guilty parties, you would be treating it as a vast scandal. "Housing-gate," no doubt. Or "Fannie-gate." Instead, it was Senator Christopher Dodd and Congressman Barney Frank, both Democrats, who denied that there were any problems, who refused Bush administration requests to set up a regulatory agency to watch over Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac, and who were still pushing for these agencies to go even further in promoting sub-prime mortgage loans almost up to the minute they failed.<br /><br />As Thomas Sowell points out in a TownHall.com essay entitled "Do Facts Matter?" ( <a href="http://snipurl.com/457townhall_com">http://snipurl.com/457townhall_com</a>] ): "Alan Greenspan warned them four years ago. So did the Chairman of the Council of Economic Advisers to the President. So did Bush's Secretary of the Treasury." These are facts. This financial crisis was completely preventable. The party that blocked any attempt to prevent it was ... the Democratic Party. The party that tried to prevent it was ... the Republican Party. Yet when Nancy Pelosi accused the Bush administration and Republican deregulation of causing the crisis, you in the press did not hold her to account for her lie. Instead, you criticized Republicans who took offense at this lie and refused to vote for the bailout!<br /><br />What? It's not the liar, but the victims of the lie who are to blame?<br /><br />Now let's follow the money ... right to the presidential candidate who is the number-two recipient of campaign contributions from Fannie Mae. And after Freddie Raines, the CEO of Fannie Mae who made $90 million while running it into the ground, was fired for his incompetence, one presidential candidate's campaign actually consulted him for advice on housing. If that presidential candidate had been John McCain, you would have called it a major scandal and we would be getting stories in your paper every day about how incompetent and corrupt he was. But instead, that candidate was Barack Obama, and so you have buried this story, and when the McCain campaign dared to call Raines an "adviser" to the Obama campaign - because that campaign had sought his advice - you actually let Obama's people get away with accusing McCain of lying, merely because Raines wasn't listed as an official adviser to the Obama campaign. You would never tolerate such weasely nit-picking from a Republican.<br /><br />If you who produce our local daily paper actually had any principles, you would be pounding this story, because the prosperity of all Americans was put at risk by the foolish, short-sighted, politically selfish, and possibly corrupt actions of leading Democrats, including Obama.<br /><br />If you who produce our local daily paper had any personal honor, you would find it unbearable to let the American people believe that somehow Republicans were to blame for this crisis. There are precedents. Even though President Bush and his administration never said that Iraq sponsored or was linked to 9/11, you could not stand the fact that Americans had that misapprehension - so you pounded us with the fact that there was no such link. (Along the way, you created the false impression that Bush had lied to them and said that there was a connection.)<br /><br />If you had any principles, then surely right now, when the American people are set to blame President Bush and John McCain for a crisis they tried to prevent, and are actually shifting to approve of Barack Obama because of a crisis he helped cause, you would be laboring at least as hard to correct that false impression. Your job, as journalists, is to tell the truth. That's what you claim you do, when you accept people's money to buy or subscribe to your paper. But right now, you are consenting to or actively promoting a big fat lie - that the housing crisis should somehow be blamed on Bush, McCain, and the Republicans. You have trained the American people to blame everything bad - even bad weather - on Bush, and they are responding as you have taught them to.<br /><br />If you had any personal honor, each reporter and editor would be insisting on telling the truth - even if it hurts the election chances of your favorite candidate. Because that's what honorable people do. Honest people tell the truth even when they don't like the probable consequences. That's what honesty means . That's how trust is earned. Barack Obama is just another politician, and not a very wise one. He has revealed his ignorance and naivete time after time - and you have swept it under the rug, treated it as nothing. Meanwhile, you have participated in the borking of Sarah Palin, reporting savage attacks on her for the pregnancy of her unmarried daughter - while you ignored the story of John Edwards's own adultery for many months.<br /><br />So I ask you now: Do you have any standards at all? Do you even know what honesty means? Is getting people to vote for Barack Obama so important that you will throw away everything that journalism is supposed to stand for?<br /><br />You might want to remember the way the National Organization of Women threw away their integrity by supporting Bill Clinton despite his well-known pattern of sexual exploitation of powerless women. Who listens to NOW anymore? We know they stand for nothing; they have no principles. That's where you are right now.<br /><br />It's not too late. You know that if the situation were reversed, and the truth would damage McCain and help Obama, you would be moving heaven and earth to get the true story out there.<br /><br />If you want to redeem your honor, you will swallow hard and make a list of all the stories you would print if it were McCain who had been getting money from Fannie Mae, McCain whose campaign had consulted with its discredited former CEO, McCain who had voted against tightening its lending practices. Then you will print them, even though every one of those true stories will point the finger of blame at the reckless Democratic Party, <span style="color:#cc0000;">*which put our nation's prosperity at risk so they could feel good about helping the poor,*</span> and lay a fair share of the blame at Obama's door. You will also tell the truth about John McCain: that he tried, as a Senator, to do what it took to prevent this crisis. You will tell the truth about President Bush: that his administration tried more than once to get Congress to regulate lending in a responsible way. This was a Congress-caused crisis, beginning during the Clinton administration, with Democrats leading the way into the crisis and blocking every effort to get out of it in a timely fashion.<br /><br />If you at our local daily newspaper continue to let Americans believe - and vote as if - President Bush and the Republicans caused the crisis, then you are joining in that lie. If you do not tell the truth about the Democrats - including Barack Obama - and do so with the same energy you would use if the miscreants were Republicans - then you are not journalists by any standard. You're just the public relations machine of the Democratic Party, and it's time you were all fired and real journalists brought in, so that we can actually have a news paper in our city.<br />(This article first appeared in The Rhinoceros Times of Greensboro, North Carolina)<br /><br />Mr. Card was pretty blunt, but some of those things needed to be said.<br /><br />I highlighted a sentence in red that I wanted to discuss. It's not a bad thing to want to help poor. In fact, we have been commanded to do so by a much greater/higher power than the American "Democratic" government. That's just it, the government will not answer before God; we will. It is our <em>individual </em>responsibility to feed the hungry, cloth the naked, help the poor; we cannot leave our individual responsibilities up to the government. This includes our fiscal responsibilities. In the instance that the government fails, as they did with sub-prime lending, we have to turn to ourselves, as we should do in the first place. Ask ourselves: Hmm, is it really a good idea to buy that $200,000 house we've been approved for if I'm only making $15,000/yr.?<br /><br />If we accept individual responsibility then we must accept the role we played in this ecomomic downturn--as small and minute as it might be. While I agree with Mr. Card in this article, I cannot, as he seems to do so, place all the blame on one party or the other. I know I can shoulder part of it. But, this begs the question if we all had lived up to every inch of our personal responsibility would this have been prevented? Well, I know what I think but what do all of you think? Is this economic crisis something only the government can solve, is it something only the government could have prevented?<br /><br />I realize there are a lot of different facets to consider and I honestly think if we all really did live up to our responsibilites then technically you could argue there would be no need for government. The truth is we don't always do that and the government is supposed to come in where the individual lacks...hmmm...there's an interesting thought. Can you see why the survival of a nation is based upon its service and devotion to God? "We can behold the decrees of God concerning this land, that it is a land of promise; and whatsoever nation shall possess it shall <em>serve God, </em>or they shall be swept off." (Ether 2:9) "He that doth pssess it shall serve God or shall be swept off...behold this is a choice land and whatsoever nation shall pssess it shall be free from bondage, and from captivity and from all other nations under heaven, if they will but<em> serve the God of the land..."</em> (Ether 2:10 & 12)<br /><br />Ok...like I said a lot of facets...sorry if my ramblings don't make sense. I hope you can somehow draw all the connections.Daven and Savanna Lakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16335467002442692955noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089813400036596292.post-83921586196753761512008-10-07T20:38:00.000-06:002008-10-07T21:04:42.057-06:00"Let us go up to the mountain of the Lord"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii5NrTXgQjrl_YWsKPi6DCKn4pUJHiGxY_gnWmG5ddKVBLz7ORi6g6xtdKnFP69YUnNHLN9xKjAUqS5mGqOySJIenzWDESLCHJw63GHeev9-5F0-ABVy9ACK00aWxe-ZwPAq06BplpSMN4/s1600-h/WQTemple.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254607214248153314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii5NrTXgQjrl_YWsKPi6DCKn4pUJHiGxY_gnWmG5ddKVBLz7ORi6g6xtdKnFP69YUnNHLN9xKjAUqS5mGqOySJIenzWDESLCHJw63GHeev9-5F0-ABVy9ACK00aWxe-ZwPAq06BplpSMN4/s320/WQTemple.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>A few weeks ago Daven and I had the privilege of speaking at our stake's youth fireside. They wanted someone young and fresh to speak to the youth about the importance of a temple marriage. Seeing as how we are the youngest couple in the stake by about 10 years, I'm sure they picked us for our youth rather than our wisdom.<br /><br />The fireside was surprisingly small, only about 15 youth attended (we were expecting about 100). Although we were few in numbers, the Spirit was very strong thanks to the presence and words from a Denver Temple sealer/Patriarch and his wife.<br /><br />A lot of people asked about the talks so I thought I would just post it. I don't have Daven's talk and I typically write my talks in outline form, but luckily I wrote out every word for this talk. It's perfect timing too, because a few of the conference addresses spoke about these very things.<br /><br />"In this day and age marriage is often swept under the rug. Words like "death do us part" are said too much. Even the act of marriage is fast depleting. Friends I've had have asked the question why get married, let alone why is there a need for a temple marriage? To our Heavenly Father those are heartbreaking questions, but thankfully they have an answer. The eternal nature of marriage, the necessity of this sacred unification and finally the protection a temple marriage offers you and your posterity are three answers I wish to focus on today.<br /><br />We know in the temple we marry for time and all eternity. To better understand why be married in the temple we can look to our first parents: Adam and Eve. In Genesis 2:24 we read<br /><br />"Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother and shall cleave unto his WIFE: and they shall be one flesh."<br /><br />This marriage took place as they were in their eternal state in the Garden of Eden, BEFORE they partook of the fruit that made them enter into this mortal, temporal world. From this we learn God NEVER intended nor commanded this sacred relationship to be anything less than eternal.<br /><br />The Lord further declares this intention and command in modern revelation in Doctrine and Covenants 131: 2-4. The Lord states:<br /><br />"And in order to obtain the highest, a man must enter into this order of the priesthood [meaning the new and everlasting covenant of marriage];<br /><br />And if he does not, he CANNOT obtain it.<br /><br />He may enter into the other, but that is the end of his kingdom; he cannot have an increase."<br /><br />President Joseph Fielding Smith continues to explain this "new and everlasting covenant:"<br /><br />"The new and everlasting covenant...is everything--the fullness of the gospel. So marriage properly performed, baptism, ordination to the priesthood, everything else--every contract, every obligation, every performance that pertains to the gospel of Jesus Christ, which is sealed by the Holy Spirit of promise according to his law..., is a part of the new and everlasting covenant.<br /><br />"...Therefore, all who seek a place in the kingdom of God are under the obligation and commandment to abide in the new and everlasting covenant."<br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Why be married in the temple? Because marriage is meant to be eternal and nothing less.</span><br /><br />God commands us to enter into this new and everlasting covenant because he does not desire us to be alone. President Eyring said, "Our Heavenly Father wants our hearts to be knit together. That union in love is not simply an ideal. It is a necessity."<br /><br />"...The requirement that we be one is not for this life alone. It is to be without end...All of us have felt something of both union and separation. We don't need to be told which we should choose. We know."<br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Why be married in the temple? Because we were meant to be together in the most enduring and eternal sense possible.</span><br /><br />This eternal unity you can experience only through a temple marriage. But, this unity is not only extended to us, but our posterity as well. God's work and glory is (as declared in Moses 1:39) "to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man." Likewise, ours is to keep his commandments with all our "might, mind and strength." (Doctrine and Covenants 11:20) As we learned from Joseph Fielding Smith, temple marriage is certainly one of those commandments.<br /><br />When we strive to keep our baptismal covenants and make our choice to be eternally married, sealed and live up to those covenants, the Lord promises our posterity will be blessed, protected and will have the opportunity to hear and choose the Gospel. As they (your posterity) do this, they will make themselves ready--as you have made yourself ready--to obtain the highest; to obtain eternal life. By you keeping the commandments and covenants with all your "might, mind and strength," <span style="color:#ffffcc;">God's work and glory becomes your work and glory.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Why be married in the temple? To do your part in ensuring an eternal family blessed and protected by the Holy Spirit of promise.</span><br /><br />These three reasons are why I chose to marry within the walls of the House of the Lord. I was taught and I knew marriage was designed to be eternal. I wanted to be unified and to be one with my husband both in this life and the next. And, most importantly, I longed for the protection only these sacred and everlasting covenants could offer.<br /><br />For me, eternal marriage is much more than a commandment. It is the saving grace of a world gone topsy-turvy. One of the greatest gifts I can give to this world, to my Heavenly Father and to my Savior Jesus Christ--who makes our eternity possible-- is the power of a marriage sealed by the power of the Holy Ghost, where the Savior is central in this sacred, eternal relationship."<br /><br />Well, that's mostly it. I added a few ad-libs here and there in the original. Hope you enjoyed.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsXtiWqVh2ovnGNaZYJ7-KVjUiFFYJ1ScFAV5hG_05-dvPbXA-9j1RzjZMCylfwUzkK5WhQ-E5AKTnBKUQfGJvy_HHKuVpT_jfExlVuZYxSEz8WUofOW9FzxoikOgJpXbDiwwyzLmIQ8e4/s1600-h/Wedding+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254607879123907346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsXtiWqVh2ovnGNaZYJ7-KVjUiFFYJ1ScFAV5hG_05-dvPbXA-9j1RzjZMCylfwUzkK5WhQ-E5AKTnBKUQfGJvy_HHKuVpT_jfExlVuZYxSEz8WUofOW9FzxoikOgJpXbDiwwyzLmIQ8e4/s320/Wedding+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div>Daven and Savanna Lakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16335467002442692955noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089813400036596292.post-59291566452064206542008-10-04T19:35:00.000-06:002008-10-05T08:18:50.352-06:00Weekend of Inspiration, Reflection and Re-dedication<div><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA93JEybp3texhmF7g7r7zC40oa3E7Jv58ME5eg5LnuLwMtoLe6QpiThT_N8OjbjmfE3OvnJLjwNr_lN0ftAuvuYj2rOOAl1TQDtdoNUW6ZnEc3Axz-lw1v6wstH3os7hIDj4U8cODy0Dj/s1600-h/conference+center.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253483261860004530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA93JEybp3texhmF7g7r7zC40oa3E7Jv58ME5eg5LnuLwMtoLe6QpiThT_N8OjbjmfE3OvnJLjwNr_lN0ftAuvuYj2rOOAl1TQDtdoNUW6ZnEc3Axz-lw1v6wstH3os7hIDj4U8cODy0Dj/s320/conference+center.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><br /><div>Wow. I can't believe how incredible General Conference has been. It's only been one session thus far, but I have such a stronger resolve to do an honest, more prayerful study of the Book of Mormon. And how about Elder Bednar? He has such a simplistic way of explaining things.<br /></div><br /><div>I love learning from our prophets and apostles. They truly speak the words of our Heavenly Father. What I love is when they give their own life experiences. Somehow, hearing that an Apostle of the Lord has gone through the same feelings as I have makes me more able and determined to follow the Lord. </div><div><br /> </div><div>General Conference brings with it many uplifting segments. I was so impressed with the Primary choir. I love the Primary, and there is nothing more beautiful and inspiring than listening to children sing "I am a Child of God" or "I Love to See the Temple." I've learned so much from each and everyone of my Primary kids, both in Idaho and here in Colorado. They have been my mortal angels.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG_NHo49XLL1UG_3_2N728-UMJtP3WnmoRrKWI_U6VIUmiNHMABV_lvsKxPEC7t0OSqp766A49TdaegsTKIDJtob-TNu9pAaelDkb6SYYkTxzeNu63gfFIy8txt7CVAJYilLtuex_d6RgI/s1600-h/Child+of+God.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253487962419912322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG_NHo49XLL1UG_3_2N728-UMJtP3WnmoRrKWI_U6VIUmiNHMABV_lvsKxPEC7t0OSqp766A49TdaegsTKIDJtob-TNu9pAaelDkb6SYYkTxzeNu63gfFIy8txt7CVAJYilLtuex_d6RgI/s320/Child+of+God.bmp" border="0" /></a><br />I love President Monson's love for these little children. When we were living in Idaho, Daven and I had the privilege to attend the Rexburg Temple dedication--the first official act of President Monson's presidency. He spoke to the children and told his cute stories and let them place mortar in the cornerstone as he did in these most recent temple dedications. </div><div><br /> </div><div>And don't forget all of the new temples. I'm personally most excited for the Rome Temple. Did you get to hear the awes of the crowd when President Monson announced it?<br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Ancient Rome meets modern revelation!</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0qXwar7zpL680Z9_FWiBgcX6EVnUG1oohXfLRsd3SsO7sWxuB1MR4TLfbjW3c6ApbWPVYHrEhCKOHTWuybUIVqapZwpjIz0pWPwOnxZh60tUVRnRR833bTZ58-5B1jx29Fs1oB8d2skPw/s1600-h/trevi_fountain.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253492426720129730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0qXwar7zpL680Z9_FWiBgcX6EVnUG1oohXfLRsd3SsO7sWxuB1MR4TLfbjW3c6ApbWPVYHrEhCKOHTWuybUIVqapZwpjIz0pWPwOnxZh60tUVRnRR833bTZ58-5B1jx29Fs1oB8d2skPw/s320/trevi_fountain.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjskelvVJJuDaEUQCBx5LhhELZBCwoSoX293xKithL9mWCtBtUBmik8eEfrwzfgzOn31p6fpPMBdL9foeiaSsjB6R7k5zYSM_eqyJrlls7wGlmabD6djTh2nd_2aRLSJrBuiPHqFsDHuaZj/s1600-h/Farshot_temple_bw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253493178633341794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjskelvVJJuDaEUQCBx5LhhELZBCwoSoX293xKithL9mWCtBtUBmik8eEfrwzfgzOn31p6fpPMBdL9foeiaSsjB6R7k5zYSM_eqyJrlls7wGlmabD6djTh2nd_2aRLSJrBuiPHqFsDHuaZj/s320/Farshot_temple_bw.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja9_OqDB42QC8xTHnI6EJ8f7fNw-4GFsrZ1JOk6OASaNAwC4i50Br6dgpf25rvHWULu6a1ATLKanGmhr5DLI_o3DiiK2aTVbj_VF0ZZRrbz0kygjJ64YmuMIRbnAWirp4HdpTldy2Er3R0/s1600-h/trevi_fountain.jpg"></a></div></div></div></div>Daven and Savanna Lakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16335467002442692955noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089813400036596292.post-35250559033772456832008-10-03T19:15:00.000-06:002008-10-03T19:19:19.238-06:00Let us in!!MARCI!! I can't get into your blog. Daven's email is <a href="mailto:davenlake@gmail.com">davenlake@gmail.com</a>. That's what I get for neglecting my blog...sorry.Daven and Savanna Lakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16335467002442692955noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089813400036596292.post-75819873815787183782008-09-26T20:16:00.000-06:002008-09-26T20:41:40.130-06:00Where Have You Been? Welcome Back to our Blog :)Well my friends, I realize it's been quite sometime since my last post. Hopefully you'll be pleased to know that a lot has happened since then. I guess not really a lot. Daven and I still have our same-but exciting-church callings, I'm still maintaining my post as the eternal job-seeker and we still have no cable and technically no Internet. One major change <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">occurred</span>...we are on our way to becoming HOME OWNERS! How cool is that?<br /><br />I don't have any pictures, so for now a verbal description will have to suffice. It's a two story home with just over 2,000 Sq.Ft. It was built in 1977 and has that dark wood by the fireplace, on the stairs and beams running across a vaulted ceiling. If you can kind of think back to the Brady Bunch house you can imagine the wood. It's really not that bad, with a caramel/Khaki color paint it will really pop. It has 3 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms and a finished basement. We will have to paint and re-carpet and do a lot of minor repairs. But let me tell you; it's a steal of a deal.<br /><br />I don't want to jinx it so I just want to be clear that we don't have it yet. We are going through the whole appraisal process. So keep your fingers crossed, knock on the closest hardwood object and throw some salt over your shoulder for us.<br /><br />Anyway, sorry for the delay in posting. I think my sister and I have traded places because all of a sudden she's posting like a maniac and I've taken her place as the procrastinating poster. <br /><br />Hopefully I'll have more to write about soon.Daven and Savanna Lakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16335467002442692955noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089813400036596292.post-68187425800567194362008-08-21T19:50:00.000-06:002008-08-21T21:33:34.376-06:00The Olympic's Olympic Drug ProblemThe 2008 Beijing games have definitely not been found wanting. Throughout the competition records have quite literally been blown out of the water, trampled upon with lightening-fast speed and we've even seen the underdogs win in surprising match-ups (maybe now the Olympic committee will think twice about doing away with the "American dominated" sport of softball). However, I must say I am nearing the end of the games with a taste of doping disappointment.<br /><br />Now, I know performance enhancing drugs have disqualified athletes from just about every sport--both winter and summer. I never would have guessed four particular drug throw outs. I was excitedly watching the Equestrian jumping event when I learned of an unsettling truth: four of the best riders were disqualified for putting drugs into their horses' systems. The horses were doped...horses...really? Are you serious?<br /><br />Horses are some of the most majestic and powerful animals ever to walk the planet THEY DON'T NEED DRUGS, they just need a better rider. If that's the case, then I'm glad the riders were disqualified because they're not good enough to be in the Olympics anyway. Secondly, the athletes who drug <em>themselves</em> at least had the choice to do so, as wrong as it may be. I admittedly have an easier time justifying the doping of one's own body rather than drugging an unsuspecting, naturally powerful animal such as a horse.<br /><br />Ultimately I feel if an athlete is even thinking about pumping up his/her performance illegally then he/she should not count themselves as an athlete of Olympic calliber for that time. I say 'for that time' because I believe people can have a change of heart and ultimately recognize their natural potential. This was ironically demonstrated in the gold medalist of this equine event. He voluntarly withdrew himself from the past two Olympics because of a drug addiction he, himself, was dealing with.<br /><br />I believe the Olympics are represented by those of honor, strength and patriotism as the Chinese so beautifully alluded to during the opening of the games themselves. I just hope other people, especially the athletes, feel the same.<br /><br />Sorry, for the little rave. I just had to get that off my chest. Also, I'm sorry for not posting for a while, although most of my fellow bloggers haven't posted in as many days either so I figure I'm good! :)Daven and Savanna Lakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16335467002442692955noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089813400036596292.post-89491673554705615952008-07-31T17:16:00.000-06:002008-07-31T18:02:26.636-06:00Tagger Ragger Do!Yea...my first tag. My good friend, Whitney, from Rexburg tagged me on this one.<br /><br /><strong>3 joys</strong><br />1. Primary: I've been in primary for a while and, let me tell you, it is pure joy when I see them progress and learn in leaps and bounds.<br /><br />2. Road Trips: These are joyous occassions probably because Daven usually does the driving. However, we always have some sort of crazy experience that makes its way to the record books (i.e. camping on an LDS church lawn or almost being struck by lightening)<br /><br />3. Rex Family Reunions: When 300+ cousins, aunts and uncles get together for a weekend why wouldn't it be joyful?<br /><br /><strong>3Fears</strong><br />1. Drwoning/not being able to breathe. How scary would that be? I get freaked out if I put a snorkling mask on.<br /><br />2. Clowns: Why...who said putting on an over-excess of white make-up, drawing fake tears and wearing a huge red nose is funny? Where in is the humor? Actually, my fear originates from a giant stuffed clown my cousin, Tiffany, used to have...remember that Tiff? Yeah...thanks.<br /><br />3. Birth Deffects: I'm just scared I wouldn't know how to handle it; I would probably keep blaming myself<br /><br /><strong>3 goals </strong>(these are long-term goals...with the exception of #3--not that I'm pregnant (<em>ahem...</em>Brittney :) ), but hopefully sooner rather than later.)<br />1. Run a marathon: I will of course work up to that; intermittently running half marathons and such.<br /><br />2. Sing with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir: I would love to be <em>in</em> the choir, but that requires living in Utah-- not that there's anything wrong with that, but as of now I don't forsee us living there.<br /><br />3. Have four, or whatever is right, beautiful children.<br /><br /><strong>3 Obsessions</strong><br />1. OK, I'll admit it...I'm obsessed with the "Twilight" saga. I check the Web site everyday and I watch the trailers over and over.<br /><br />2. Crosswords: I know tons of great Web sites for crosswords.<br /><br />3. My mr. frodo<br /><br /><strong>3 Random Facts</strong><br />1. My cousin, Jenny, and I have matching moles on our right temples.<br /><br />2. I can do <em>the best</em> Raptor impersonation you will ever see.<br /><br />3. I absolutely love love love musicals. If you ask Daven he would say his marriage is a musical.<br /><br /><strong>3 People I Tag</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />1. Marci: I really want to find out what her fears are.<br />2. Sarah: My absolute bestest V.T. companion; I miss having long talks with her.<br />3. Brittney: one of the most wonderful friends you could have.<br /><br /><strong></strong>Daven and Savanna Lakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16335467002442692955noreply@blogger.com5