<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332</id><updated>2012-01-24T10:49:55.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Schiess Thing...</title><subtitle type='html'>Families are like fudge - mostly sweet with a few nuts!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-7324177437639106397</id><published>2012-01-24T10:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T10:49:55.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New post coming soon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-7324177437639106397?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7324177437639106397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=7324177437639106397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/7324177437639106397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/7324177437639106397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-post-coming-soon.html' title='New post coming soon!'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-4524334140842975242</id><published>2011-09-16T15:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T15:29:41.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new, but not really</title><content type='html'>So&amp;nbsp;about two years ago a posted about Grant leaving Showalter Ford to start a new job at BH inc.&amp;nbsp; It was a tough decision to make.&amp;nbsp; Grant loved Showalter and the people he worked with, but with the economy going the way it was he just wasn't making the money we needed to support our family.&amp;nbsp; SOOO, he made the tough decision to leave Showalter for BH inc.&amp;nbsp; BH inc, is an icredible company to work for.&amp;nbsp; There are so many benefits to working there.&amp;nbsp; The people are awesome, the hours and pay are great, and Grant has his own shop to do whatever he wants in.&amp;nbsp; But, sometimes life has a funny way of letting you know it's time for a change.&amp;nbsp; We noticed a disturbance in the force about six months ago.&amp;nbsp; We thought it was just a&amp;nbsp;fleeting moment, and that it would soon resolve itself.&amp;nbsp; But in time we realized that wasn't the case.&amp;nbsp; After many late night talks, many prayers, fasting, many visits to the temple, and more talking Grant made the decision to go back to Showalter Ford.&amp;nbsp; He actually started the last week of August.&amp;nbsp; He is loving it, and enjoying being with his friends again.&amp;nbsp; Believe or not over the past two years Showalter has been in our minds and the desire to go back has always been there, they have asked Grant several times to consider coming back, we just didn't feel right about it until now.&amp;nbsp; Leaving BH inc. was tough, but right.&amp;nbsp;We know we made the right decision.&amp;nbsp; The balance in the force has been restored once again.&amp;nbsp; We didn't really make it public because both companies are amazing and we feel blessed to be a part of both.&amp;nbsp; This new change has been and will hopefully continue to be good for our family.&amp;nbsp; Grant has been able to continue his training and hopes to be master tech certified by december.&amp;nbsp; Woot woot!&amp;nbsp; This is something that has bothered Grant since he left, Showalter,&amp;nbsp;that he wouldn't be able to complete his training.&amp;nbsp; The two years away from Showalter has set him back a bit, but he is ready and willing to get back up to&amp;nbsp;speed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We would like to thank BH inc. from the bottom of our hearts for all they have done for us over the past couple of years.&amp;nbsp; There are many wonderful people within the company that have become a major part of our lives.&amp;nbsp; We are truly blessed to have them as friends and are grateful that Grant was able to make those relationships while working there.&amp;nbsp; Thank you BH inc.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it.&amp;nbsp; Besides the million of scout camps&amp;nbsp;we have had the awesome priveledge&amp;nbsp;attending&amp;nbsp;this year (yes, I am being sarcastic, don't get me started), that is what is going on in the Schiess home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-4524334140842975242?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4524334140842975242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=4524334140842975242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/4524334140842975242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/4524334140842975242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-new-but-not-really.html' title='Something new, but not really'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-391831682411368632</id><published>2011-07-29T09:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T10:00:14.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My week with out "My boys"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oYb0dbHyuLQ/TjLXn8604nI/AAAAAAAABE4/PQtORdSK8XQ/s1600/Philmont+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oYb0dbHyuLQ/TjLXn8604nI/AAAAAAAABE4/PQtORdSK8XQ/s200/Philmont+004.JPG" t$="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monday,&amp;nbsp;Day 1 - Sad to see them go, but excited for my new found freedom.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Tuesday, Day 2 - Woo hoo, got lots done, cleaned the house, (and it stayed clean), finished the laundry,&amp;nbsp;went shopping,&amp;nbsp; chopped my hair, played with friends, and stayed up late eating ice cream and watching the movie of MY choice.&amp;nbsp; I love day 2.&amp;nbsp; I miss the boys, but I am excited that they are having fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jGLGApahznI/TjLXiVZ7gcI/AAAAAAAABE0/rlq7AVNJ6mA/s1600/Philmont+048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jGLGApahznI/TjLXiVZ7gcI/AAAAAAAABE0/rlq7AVNJ6mA/s200/Philmont+048.JPG" t$="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wednesday, Day 3 - Played some more, not really any house work to do, but still lots of playing to do.&amp;nbsp; Went to the Miss Unitah pageant.&amp;nbsp; Played at&amp;nbsp;my friend Marcee's&amp;nbsp;house, endured a thunder and lightening storm, stayed up late.&amp;nbsp; Missing my boys, but&amp;nbsp;I still have so much I want to do.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Kind of wishing I had someone to talk to late at night.&amp;nbsp; Thank heavens for Mari and our late night phone calls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Thursday, Day 4 - Got up late, still no house cleaning to do, I watched all the movies&amp;nbsp;on my list, went shopping,&amp;nbsp;went&amp;nbsp;out for ice cream with a friend.&amp;nbsp; Laughed with Mari as we stayed up late on the phone watching Jimmy Kimmel together.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Good times.&amp;nbsp; Missing my family like crazy!&amp;nbsp; Only 2 more nights.&amp;nbsp; I think I can, I think I can...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Friday, Day 5 -&amp;nbsp;Still no cleaning or laundry, I am out of movies to watch, all my friends will be with their families tonight, I am ice creamed and shopped out, I made the mistake of listening to the soundtrack from A walk to remember.&amp;nbsp; I want my family back!&amp;nbsp; I miss them!!!!&amp;nbsp; I don't know if I will make it to tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; The single life is not for me.&amp;nbsp; At least not for long periods of time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Saturday, Day 6 - My boys come home.&amp;nbsp; SOOOOO excited...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-391831682411368632?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/391831682411368632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=391831682411368632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/391831682411368632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/391831682411368632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-week-with-out-my-boys.html' title='My week with out &quot;My boys&quot;'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oYb0dbHyuLQ/TjLXn8604nI/AAAAAAAABE4/PQtORdSK8XQ/s72-c/Philmont+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-5128441861940680159</id><published>2011-06-30T20:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T20:06:02.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ever really know a person?</title><content type='html'>Recently I have been hooked on the investigation discovery station.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I don't know if you are familiar with this station but basically it's&amp;nbsp;re-inactments of&amp;nbsp;true murder mysteries, cold cases, strange&amp;nbsp;disapperances , kidnappings, and so forth.&amp;nbsp; For some reason I love it and can't get enough of&amp;nbsp;it.&amp;nbsp; However there is one series that I just can't get myself to watch.&amp;nbsp; It's called&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"The devil you know".&amp;nbsp; It has real life stories of people that have been masquerading as "normal, law abiding citizens", but in reality have a deep dark secret, such as serial killers, rapists, kidnappers, pedophiles, etc.&amp;nbsp; The big catch phrase they use in the commercial is "Do you really know your neighbor?"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This series freaks me out, but&amp;nbsp;it has got me thinking.&amp;nbsp; Do we really know our neighbors and how much can or should we trust them?&amp;nbsp; I love my neighbors, I do trust them, we play together, have b-bq's, watch each others kids and so on.&amp;nbsp; Recently somethings&amp;nbsp;have shaken me up a bit and rattled my faith in trusting people outside of my family.&amp;nbsp; I hate that the world is a sick place and that I can't trust people or places.&amp;nbsp; I hate that I have to really contemplate letting my kids go somewhere because I am worried about some sicko taking them or hurting them.&amp;nbsp; Honestly what has this world come to?&amp;nbsp; I just want to board up my house and never leave.&amp;nbsp; But then I am reminded of something my mom told me once when I was younger.&amp;nbsp; I once asked her how she was able to let us go places, and do things&amp;nbsp;without worrying.&amp;nbsp; This is what she told me.&amp;nbsp; She said, I always worry, but I pray each day that you will be safe, and that you will make good choices.&amp;nbsp; I put my faith in the Lord, and that's all I can do.&amp;nbsp; I guess that really is all we can do.&amp;nbsp; I take precaution so that my children are safe in my home, the only precaution I can take when they are outside of my home, besides teaching them,&amp;nbsp;is to have&amp;nbsp;faith in the Lord.&amp;nbsp; It's hard.&amp;nbsp; But honestly, I&amp;nbsp;can't keep them&amp;nbsp;in my home all the time.&amp;nbsp; I need to&amp;nbsp;have more&amp;nbsp;faith and put my trust&amp;nbsp;in the Lord.&amp;nbsp; It's&amp;nbsp;like driving a car, I can make sure I obey all the laws,&amp;nbsp;drive safe and cautiously, and&amp;nbsp;be aware of&amp;nbsp;other drivers on the road,&amp;nbsp;but I can't do anything about the other drivers or the decisions they make while behind the wheel.&amp;nbsp; All I can do is have&amp;nbsp;faith, and put my trust in the Lord&amp;nbsp;to keep me safe.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I know this might seem random and incoherent.&amp;nbsp; I apologize for my ramblings.&amp;nbsp; Like I said somethings have just shaken me up a bit and I needed to rant for a moment.&amp;nbsp; Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-5128441861940680159?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5128441861940680159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=5128441861940680159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/5128441861940680159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/5128441861940680159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/do-you-ever-really-know-person.html' title='Do you ever really know a person?'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-7732452802805395615</id><published>2011-06-26T15:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T15:04:15.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Round and round we go, where we stop (if we stop) nobody knows</title><content type='html'>Spring and summer has been as busy as can be.&amp;nbsp; Band concerts, school ending, camps, and so much more, I haven't had time to blog.&amp;nbsp; So rather than boring you all with a long post, I am posting pictures and I will give you a quick recap of summer so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our fisrt adventure was Jayce and Alek's first band concert. Jayce plays the trombone and Alek plays the clarinet. Both are very good, but Alek has decided it's not for him and won't be continuing on with it. Jayce on the other hand loves it and wants to play every chance he gets. It gets loud at our house when he decided it's time to practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNBUbITBWY4/TgeSk69jXNI/AAAAAAAABDI/wNfzWIIbrk8/s1600/band+concert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNBUbITBWY4/TgeSk69jXNI/AAAAAAAABDI/wNfzWIIbrk8/s320/band+concert.jpg" width="112" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We attempted a drive to Flaming Gorge to see the tubes shooting water from the dam, but poor Alek got sick and threw up in the truck on the way there. So we stopped and got him a coke, and some pepto, and headed home. But not before Jayce and I savored the moment with a snap shot of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DEm9_r8lxHY/TgeVkYeyZ0I/AAAAAAAABDM/RGlQtUBvnoE/s1600/flaming+gorge+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DEm9_r8lxHY/TgeVkYeyZ0I/AAAAAAAABDM/RGlQtUBvnoE/s320/flaming+gorge+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our second attempt to Flaming Gorge was a sucess. The water was cold, and the tubes shooting the water was awesome and overwhelming. It was a fun day, and the scenery was beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D-lQt-_uhds/TgeW_tAFx2I/AAAAAAAABDQ/M2DbGH0Gfjs/s1600/flaming+gorge+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D-lQt-_uhds/TgeW_tAFx2I/AAAAAAAABDQ/M2DbGH0Gfjs/s320/flaming+gorge+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then Jayce and Alek attended Timberline NYLT scout camp.&amp;nbsp; This was a week long youth leadership training camp.&amp;nbsp; The boys loved it.&amp;nbsp; I missed them while they were gone.&amp;nbsp; That is until I got there and was parking.&amp;nbsp; Jayce decided to barrell into the car as I was backing up.&amp;nbsp; It made a horrible noise and I thought I hit a car.&amp;nbsp; I looked out my window and saw Jayce laughing his head off.&amp;nbsp; It scared me to death and I wanted to kill him.&amp;nbsp; Feelings of missing him were replaced with wanting to hurt him.&amp;nbsp; After I settled down,&amp;nbsp;I was able to laugh about it and gave him a big hug. &amp;nbsp; Alek, however, hugged me and didn't stop for about a minute.&amp;nbsp; It was a very tender moment that made me tear up a little.&amp;nbsp; I love my boys! 1 camp down&amp;nbsp;3 to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-63Tk2gaVNyE/TgeYfLe7DDI/AAAAAAAABDU/GGnbIw_Y3b0/s1600/Timberline.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-63Tk2gaVNyE/TgeYfLe7DDI/AAAAAAAABDU/GGnbIw_Y3b0/s320/Timberline.jpg" width="82" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last week we hung out at Vernal's one and only outdoor pool and waterslide, The Big Kahuna. It was a blast and we had great company. The boys went with Isaac and Hunter. These four boys have been friends since they were born and have an awesome friendship. I couldn't get a picture of Isaac and Hunter, but I will get them next time for sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n6_YRevRU5c/TgeaIUQshqI/AAAAAAAABDY/3oGgzFzFXkg/s1600/big+kahuna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="161" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n6_YRevRU5c/TgeaIUQshqI/AAAAAAAABDY/3oGgzFzFXkg/s320/big+kahuna.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These are a few of the things we have done.&amp;nbsp; For the most part life has been fun filled and busy!&amp;nbsp; We still have a ton planned and hope to get through it all before the summer ends.&amp;nbsp; Our family leaves for Philmont this Friday.&amp;nbsp; Grant is way more excited for it than I am, but I am trying to be a good sport and smile.&amp;nbsp; It's just that&amp;nbsp;I haven't slept in a tent in over 10 years, and I really don't want to start now.&amp;nbsp; Doesn't look&amp;nbsp;like I have much of a choice.&amp;nbsp; Oh well,&amp;nbsp; I am excited for the fun family times we are going to have and the two hotel stays in between.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Two weeks after we get back all three boys pack up AGAIN and head to scout camp with our ward.&amp;nbsp; Like I said we are busy.&amp;nbsp; At least the boys are.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There you go, the Schiess family summer so far in a nut shell! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-7732452802805395615?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7732452802805395615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=7732452802805395615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/7732452802805395615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/7732452802805395615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/round-and-round-we-go-where-we-stop-if.html' title='Round and round we go, where we stop (if we stop) nobody knows'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNBUbITBWY4/TgeSk69jXNI/AAAAAAAABDI/wNfzWIIbrk8/s72-c/band+concert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-1733100772429627426</id><published>2011-05-08T11:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T11:57:50.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother I love you, Mother I do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o-WNwgzWPfg/TcbZgXaGigI/AAAAAAAABCI/1jCJcDhG7QI/s1600/thanksgiving+078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o-WNwgzWPfg/TcbZgXaGigI/AAAAAAAABCI/1jCJcDhG7QI/s200/thanksgiving+078.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As Mother's day has steadily been approaching I have found myself reflecting on me as a mother, my own mother, and all the women who have made a difference to me in my life.&amp;nbsp; I have always wanted to be a mom.&amp;nbsp; It has been the ultimate goal for me.&amp;nbsp; I remember when I&amp;nbsp;received&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;my partriarichal blessing I was promised I would be a mother.&amp;nbsp; That's all I could&amp;nbsp;focus on.&amp;nbsp; I was so excited to think&amp;nbsp;that someday I&amp;nbsp;would have my own children.&amp;nbsp; And then I remember&amp;nbsp;feeling a little bit&amp;nbsp;of fear.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Questions filled my mind of&amp;nbsp;what&amp;nbsp;kind of children I would have, would they&amp;nbsp;be righteous? Would they be honest?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Would&amp;nbsp;they be good students?&amp;nbsp; Will they be kind to others?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Will they love me?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Will they be friends or will they fight?&amp;nbsp; All these questions and more went through my head.&amp;nbsp; I can't say that I was afraid, but&amp;nbsp;I was definately nervous.&amp;nbsp; I knew I&amp;nbsp;had a lot of learning and growing to do.&amp;nbsp; I used to watch my mom, and would think, I want to be just like her.&amp;nbsp; So I studied her, and watched her, listened to her (when it suited me of course) and paid attention to the little details.&amp;nbsp; That's when I realized that I have the best mom in the world, and there is no way I can ever do all that she has done, although I will never stop trying!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Years later when I&amp;nbsp;became a mom and she became a grandma I remember thinking how&amp;nbsp;blessed I was and am to have&amp;nbsp;her as my mom.&amp;nbsp; I can't remember her ever really yelling at me, or spanking me, or&amp;nbsp;saying unkind words to&amp;nbsp;me.&amp;nbsp; She taught me with love and gentle words.&amp;nbsp; I wish I could say that I am that kind of mom.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But I still have some work&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;do.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am just grateful that I have someone like my mom&amp;nbsp;to emmulate.&amp;nbsp; Thank you mom for always being the example and for always teaching me.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;always thought by this time in my life I would know everything, that I would have the answers to all the&amp;nbsp;questions my kids asked and&amp;nbsp;know just what to do in any situation.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sadly,&amp;nbsp;I don't have all the answers and I don't know what to do in every situation.&amp;nbsp; I just hope I handle those situations like my mom did, with a smile and a sigh, and always an&amp;nbsp;"I love you"&amp;nbsp;in there somewhere.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for Jayce and Alek.&amp;nbsp; They bring so much joy to&amp;nbsp;my heart and so much spunk to my life.&amp;nbsp; They are the light and love of my life.&amp;nbsp; I am grateful to be a mom, and that&amp;nbsp;they chose me to be their mom.&amp;nbsp; They are patient with me and love me even when I am not at my best.&amp;nbsp; It scares me to think that someday they will leave me.&amp;nbsp; I hope and pray that I will have taught them well and that they will know just how much I love them and will always be here for them.&amp;nbsp; I hope they have a testimony and trust Heaveny Father to lead them.&amp;nbsp; Most of all I hope and pray they find a wife as wonderful as my mom!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank all the women in my life who have loved me and taught me.&amp;nbsp; I would not be the same person without the influence you made in my life.&amp;nbsp; I don't have enough room to name you all one by one.&amp;nbsp; I just hope you know that I am grateful for you and for your love, patience, and example.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I need to thank my dad too.&amp;nbsp; Because of him I have always known my divine nature, that I am a daughter of God.&amp;nbsp; He called me princess, and treated my like a princess.&amp;nbsp; I would not be the mom I am without his love and constant reminder that I am a daughter of God.&amp;nbsp; I love you dad!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you all have a wonderful mother's day.&amp;nbsp; I pray that you will take just a moment to reflect on your own mom, or someone that has been a mom to you.&amp;nbsp; Take a moment to ponder what a mother really is.&amp;nbsp; And most of all give your little ones that allowed you to become a mother a love, and tell them thank you for letting you be their mom.&amp;nbsp; Nothing in this world will ever compare. to being a mom!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-1733100772429627426?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1733100772429627426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=1733100772429627426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1733100772429627426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1733100772429627426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/mother-i-love-you-mother-i-do.html' title='Mother I love you, Mother I do...'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o-WNwgzWPfg/TcbZgXaGigI/AAAAAAAABCI/1jCJcDhG7QI/s72-c/thanksgiving+078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-1686422934710016575</id><published>2011-04-07T14:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T14:56:54.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Come listen to a prophets voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had the very awesome opportunity to attend the Saturday session of General Conference.&amp;nbsp; It was an incredible moment.&amp;nbsp; I have attended conference before, but never in the conference center, and never with my boys.&amp;nbsp; When they were born I made a goal to take them to conference when they were twelve.&amp;nbsp; I am grateful I was able to fulfill my goal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When we arrived early Saturday morning, I could feel the Spirit so strong.&amp;nbsp; Everything I looked at, heard, or touched brought a tear to my eye.&amp;nbsp; We watched the Mormon Tabernacle Choir practice and rehearse the songs they were going to preform.&amp;nbsp; That was amazing. We looked around the conference center and admired it's beauty, we watched as people filled the seats, we talked as a family about what we were going to see and here, THEN, the prophet walked in and I lost it. The spirit was so strong, and a rush of emotions flooded through me.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't hardely contain myself.&amp;nbsp; I was looking at the prophet.&amp;nbsp; I could feel his love and the love of our Savior as he walked to his seat.&amp;nbsp; I will never be able to beat that feeling.&amp;nbsp;I am grateful that I had this opportunity, and that I could share it with the three people I love most, Grant, Jayce, and Alek.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am so grateful for President Monson, President Uchdorf, and President Eyering and for their faith, and willingness to do the Lords will.&amp;nbsp; I am grateful to live in Utah where I can attend conference.&amp;nbsp; I am grateful for the opportunity for my boys to be able to see the prophet, to hear him in person, and to be able to feel how much he loves them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Attending conference was an overwhelming experience, one I can't put words to.&amp;nbsp; I wish I could record my feelings and post them.&amp;nbsp; Then you would be able to see how blessed, and grateful I feel.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cWXv2S1OBpk/TZ4e6imjB4I/AAAAAAAABBw/-Xjnnfb_8b8/s1600/Dec+%252710+-+April+%252711+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cWXv2S1OBpk/TZ4e6imjB4I/AAAAAAAABBw/-Xjnnfb_8b8/s320/Dec+%252710+-+April+%252711+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The three most handsome men in the world!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Iz1bnY_Y4U/TZ4fC1fPykI/AAAAAAAABB0/wT0UJbFCNbM/s1600/Dec+%252710+-+April+%252711+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Iz1bnY_Y4U/TZ4fC1fPykI/AAAAAAAABB0/wT0UJbFCNbM/s320/Dec+%252710+-+April+%252711+020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting for conference to start.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BrhAzmRMAPY/TZ4fIXTgBWI/AAAAAAAABB4/nfCdX5dYW3o/s1600/Dec+%252710+-+April+%252711+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BrhAzmRMAPY/TZ4fIXTgBWI/AAAAAAAABB4/nfCdX5dYW3o/s320/Dec+%252710+-+April+%252711+023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mormon Tabernacle Choir.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Re_i-2tvRc/TZ4fQUSIvZI/AAAAAAAABB8/3omK3TNmpvA/s1600/Dec+%252710+-+April+%252711+032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Re_i-2tvRc/TZ4fQUSIvZI/AAAAAAAABB8/3omK3TNmpvA/s320/Dec+%252710+-+April+%252711+032.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alek&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1XFTov3WAE/TZ4fVj1EDwI/AAAAAAAABCA/Vb-bmTWhRas/s1600/Dec+%252710+-+April+%252711+033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1XFTov3WAE/TZ4fVj1EDwI/AAAAAAAABCA/Vb-bmTWhRas/s320/Dec+%252710+-+April+%252711+033.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jayce&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pg7AlFBOFlU/TZ4ff-CVkYI/AAAAAAAABCE/lkSQN0oALTM/s1600/Dec+%252710+-+April+%252711+028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pg7AlFBOFlU/TZ4ff-CVkYI/AAAAAAAABCE/lkSQN0oALTM/s320/Dec+%252710+-+April+%252711+028.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't it beautiful?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-1686422934710016575?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1686422934710016575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=1686422934710016575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1686422934710016575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1686422934710016575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/come-listen-to-prophets-voice.html' title='Come listen to a prophets voice'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cWXv2S1OBpk/TZ4e6imjB4I/AAAAAAAABBw/-Xjnnfb_8b8/s72-c/Dec+%252710+-+April+%252711+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-9222812999088360451</id><published>2011-04-07T14:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T14:28:27.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Curls all gone...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Jayce has the cutest curly hair.&amp;nbsp; I love it!&amp;nbsp; Over the weekend he decided to see what it was like to have straight hair.&amp;nbsp; So we pulled out the straightener and went to town while watching conference.&amp;nbsp; I was shocked at how long his hair was.&amp;nbsp; AND, it actually looked pretty good straight.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PFNvfVKPCBg/TZ4chYXCFnI/AAAAAAAABBk/a44sZ8-OzVc/s1600/Dec+%252710+-+April+%252711+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PFNvfVKPCBg/TZ4chYXCFnI/AAAAAAAABBk/a44sZ8-OzVc/s200/Dec+%252710+-+April+%252711+004.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He kept it straight for school on Monday and got lots of comments.&amp;nbsp; Some nice, some not so nice.&amp;nbsp; I think it looked dang good.&amp;nbsp; But I do prefer his curls.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f978i7FkvA0/TZ4dGzps3AI/AAAAAAAABBo/FCXpI3G6liU/s1600/Dec+%252710+-+April+%252711+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f978i7FkvA0/TZ4dGzps3AI/AAAAAAAABBo/FCXpI3G6liU/s200/Dec+%252710+-+April+%252711+006.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Choose the right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Where love is, there God is also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cleanliness is next to Godliness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Forgive &amp;amp; Forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Give oh Give &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Listen to the still small voice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Count your many blessings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Do the things the Lord Commands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Honor your father &amp;amp; mother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dare to be true&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Kindness begins with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Families are Forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Search, Ponder &amp;amp; Pray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Listen to the prophets voice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jesus said love everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;When you are helping you are happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Heavenly Father hears &amp;amp; answers prayers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;There is beauty all around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Reverently &amp;amp; quietly pray&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Sunday is special &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Do your duties with a heart full of song&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;My body is a temple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;HEAVENLY FATHER LOVES ME !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not gonna lie, primary is the place to be.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;l&lt;strong&gt;ove&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; primary with all my heart, and would stay in for the rest of my life if I could.&amp;nbsp; It is rewarding no matter where you serve in the primary.&amp;nbsp; I love the children and their sweet, innocent testimonies.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to watch them grow and become more confident in the gospel.&amp;nbsp; But most of all I &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it when they give me&amp;nbsp;hugs, and high fives, and tell me that they love me.&amp;nbsp;It brings joy to my heart and&amp;nbsp;a tear to my eye.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I LOVE PRIMARY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sunday was a bitter sweet day for me.&amp;nbsp; After almost 3 1/2 years I was released as the primary president.&amp;nbsp; If you ask me if I am ok, I will tell you I am great!&amp;nbsp; I feel relieved, and I feel like a stress has been lifted from my shoulders.&amp;nbsp; But in my heart I am sad.&amp;nbsp; I loved so very much being in primary each and every week.&amp;nbsp; I have been in primary for 13 years.&amp;nbsp; It's my place.&amp;nbsp; It's where my homies, and my peeps are.&amp;nbsp; But I know the Lord has a plan for me, and this part of the plan has been completed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I get to move on to something new.&amp;nbsp; I think the hardest thing for me (besides not getting&amp;nbsp;the hugs and high fives)&amp;nbsp;is not working with the phenomenal women in my presidency anymore.&amp;nbsp; I have learned so much from each of them.&amp;nbsp; I was blessed to work with Carlene as my 1st counselor.&amp;nbsp; Carlene is by far the most patient, loving, and kind person I know (besides my mom).&amp;nbsp; She loves unconditionaly and has such a sweet, humble spirit about her.&amp;nbsp;Aburey was the&amp;nbsp;2nd counselor.&amp;nbsp; I think I learned the most from her.&amp;nbsp; She has such empathy for everyone she meets.&amp;nbsp; She never thinks negatively and always has something nice to say about EVERYONE.&amp;nbsp; She has been&amp;nbsp; such an example to me, and I would love to have just an ounce of her faith, love, and sense of humor!&amp;nbsp; I could go on and on. &amp;nbsp;She is amazing!!!&amp;nbsp; ﻿And then there is Susan, she&amp;nbsp;served as the&amp;nbsp;secretary!&amp;nbsp; I love Susan.&amp;nbsp; She is so strong, and noble, and has more integrity in her little pinky finger&amp;nbsp;than most people have in their entire body.&amp;nbsp; She has one of the sweetest testimonies I have ever heard.&amp;nbsp; Susan loves everyone, and is everyone's friend.&amp;nbsp; I am honored that we&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Each of these ladies were such a blessing to work with, and a blessing in my life.&amp;nbsp; I am grateful for their hard work and dedication.&amp;nbsp; I love each of them and want to thank them for giving me the best presidency ever!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In my 3+ years I learned to laugh, I learned to love, I learned to turn to the Lord and ask for help, I learned to deligate, and&amp;nbsp;I learned to lead.&amp;nbsp; But it wasn't without the help of many.&amp;nbsp; I would be very ungrateful if I didn't take the time to thank each of amazing women that served&amp;nbsp;for a time in the presidency.&amp;nbsp; Sharon, is amazing, and super dedicated to everything she does.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful that we have stayed friends and that we still get to see each other.&amp;nbsp; Laurie, she is one of my best friends, and I am so blessed to have been able to serve with her.&amp;nbsp; She taught me more than I&amp;nbsp;have time to write.&amp;nbsp; Elizabeth, I miss her!&amp;nbsp; We were so much alike and we just connected on so many different levels.&amp;nbsp; We had so much more than just our names in common.&amp;nbsp; Megan, she is very quiet.&amp;nbsp;I truly enjoyed our time together.&amp;nbsp; She taught me a lot about loving myself.&amp;nbsp; Brynne, such a spit fire.&amp;nbsp; I loved her "go get 'em" attitude.&amp;nbsp; She was so efficient, and loved what she did.&amp;nbsp; Kami, was such a joy to be around.&amp;nbsp; I was really sad when she moved.&amp;nbsp; She loved primary&amp;nbsp;and you could tell.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess only time will tell what's next for me.&amp;nbsp; I can only hope and pray it's in the primary, but my heart tells me otherwise.&amp;nbsp; It will be interesting to say the least!&amp;nbsp; I look forward to spending time in Relief Society.&amp;nbsp; I have only attended a handful of times since I turned 18.&amp;nbsp; Mostly because I have been in primary, but also because it scares me.&amp;nbsp; I really have nothing to offer the women, and it makes me nervous to be in a room full of women.&amp;nbsp; Maybe&amp;nbsp;I will try Elders Quroum,&amp;nbsp;I am much more comfortable there.&amp;nbsp;Ha Ha. &amp;nbsp;All teasing aside, Relief Society will be an exciting new adventure for me.&amp;nbsp; I am nervous, but I know the Lord will bless me, and I know he wants me there.&amp;nbsp; So, "I will go, I will do the thing the Lord commands, I know the Lord provides a way, he wants me to obey" Just one more thing I learned in primary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-3753619989865441048?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3753619989865441048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=3753619989865441048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/3753619989865441048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/3753619989865441048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-i-need-to-know-i-learned-in-primary.html' title='All I Need To Know I Learned in Primary'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-5143991354643483140</id><published>2011-03-02T09:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T11:00:57.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scouts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://kismif.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/bsa-logo-bw.gif%3Fw%3D450&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://kismif.org/2008/03/&amp;amp;h=402&amp;amp;w=358&amp;amp;sz=5&amp;amp;tbnid=xS_cULr5OwiZjM:&amp;amp;tbnh=124&amp;amp;tbnw=110&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dboy%2Bscout%2Blogo&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;q=boy+scout+logo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;usg=__gTm03LutciiywRlVdG5QT5TNeRI=&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=cWtuTcXFAYP4sAOIsO3XBQ&amp;amp;sqi=2&amp;amp;ved=0CCMQ9QEwBg" style="clear: left; 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padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-top: 1px;" title="http://kismif.org/2008/03/" width="176" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night&amp;nbsp;we had the opportunity to go to a court of honor for the scouts in our ward.&amp;nbsp; It was a full house, and many merit badges were awarded to the scouts, including Jayce and Alek.&amp;nbsp; My boys were awarded 9 merit badges and 2 rank advancements.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am so proud of them and all the hard work they have put forth as they have completed each merit badge.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Three of the baddges they&amp;nbsp;earned were commemorative badges for the 2010&amp;nbsp;year only, the 100th year of scouting.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;For the anniversary the BSA brought back, for 1 year only, badges&amp;nbsp;that have been dissolved or are no longer offered.&amp;nbsp; I am proud to say that Jayce and Alek earned three of those four.&amp;nbsp; They earned caprentry, tracking, and pathfinding.&amp;nbsp; The only one we did not get is signaling, and that's because we just didn't have time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I guess I never realized all the work that goes into each and every merit badge.&amp;nbsp; But, holy cow, it's a lot!&amp;nbsp; Jayce and Alek are 2 required merit badges, and a 6 month waiting period&amp;nbsp;away from being a life scout.&amp;nbsp; This means that in September we start Eagle projects.&amp;nbsp; YIKES!!!&amp;nbsp; I am so excited for the boys to become Eagles.&amp;nbsp; They are excited too.&amp;nbsp; We talked to them last night about what their projects will entail, and the hard work and dedication they are going to have to put forth.&amp;nbsp; We decided on two projects and hope they will get apporoved when the time comes.&amp;nbsp; Although I don't see why they wouldn't, they are AWESOME, and also very TOP SECRET!&amp;nbsp; I don't want anyone to borrow our ideas.&amp;nbsp; We had a hard time coming up with the ones we have.&amp;nbsp; So please pray that they get approved when&amp;nbsp;we submit them this fall.&amp;nbsp; And be prepared to get a phone call in September.&amp;nbsp; We will need lots of help!&amp;nbsp; Our goal is to have both boys completely done and awarded their Eagles in March of 2012.&amp;nbsp; It's going to be a fun roller coaster ride the next 12 months, but so incredibly worth it.&amp;nbsp; I am excited to see them dive in and get started.&amp;nbsp; I hope they are as excited as me and Grant.&amp;nbsp; They seem to be, but we will see as we get heavy into their projects.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I love being a mother of boys (especially twin boys).&amp;nbsp; It has taken me out of my "girly" element and forced me to learn so much.&amp;nbsp; There are somethings I think I was better off NEVER knowing, but just the same, I have learned and continue to learn all there is to know about boys.&amp;nbsp;Good&amp;nbsp;and bad.&lt;br /&gt;The scout law says; A scout is, Trustworthy, Loyal, Helpful, Friendly, Courteous, Kind, Obedient, Cheerful, Thrifty, Brave, Clean, and&amp;nbsp; Reverent.&amp;nbsp; I see&amp;nbsp;all of these qualities in&amp;nbsp;my boys.&amp;nbsp; (Well, except maybe the reverent part.&amp;nbsp; They are boys, I can only expect so much!) They&amp;nbsp;work hard to do what they know is right and to be&amp;nbsp;good boy scouts so that they&amp;nbsp;can&amp;nbsp;receive their&amp;nbsp;Eagles worthily.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I am so proud to be their mom.&amp;nbsp; They make me proud every second of every day!&amp;nbsp; I have been blessed with these two sweet and gentle spirits.&amp;nbsp; I am so glad they let me be their mom!&amp;nbsp; Motherhood is the best job in the world, and though I am not as good at it as&amp;nbsp;I should be, they are patient with me and give me hugs and kisses every day, and tell me they love me,&amp;nbsp;even when I am a snot!&amp;nbsp; I love you Jayce and Alek!&amp;nbsp; Heavenly Father knew how much I needed you, I am so glad he sent you to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-5143991354643483140?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5143991354643483140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=5143991354643483140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/5143991354643483140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/5143991354643483140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/scouts.html' title='Scouts'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-5712838180811829587</id><published>2011-02-16T12:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T17:14:15.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So ya know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="200" id="il_fi" src="http://www.freeclipartpics.com/images/heart02.gif" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So ya know when you get strep and they tell you if you don't finish your antibiotics or if you don't treat strep&amp;nbsp;it could cause heart problems?&amp;nbsp; Well, they aren't kidding!&amp;nbsp; It really can. Of course in my case I didn't know I had strep, but my heart sure did.&amp;nbsp; Sunday morning I woke up with a pain in my chest.&amp;nbsp; I ignored it at first, but it steadily increased.&amp;nbsp; That night it felt as though I had been hit by a sledge hammer right smack dap in the middle of my chest.&amp;nbsp; I was worried, but it was Valentines day so I thought I would put it off until Tuesday and go see the doctor.&amp;nbsp; Well, that night it got really bad, so I went to the doctor.&amp;nbsp; Pericarditis.&amp;nbsp; That's what the doctor said.&amp;nbsp; HUH????&amp;nbsp; Best explained, you have two sacs around your heart.&amp;nbsp; One fits snug and the other a not so snug.&amp;nbsp; Well these two sacs can become inflamed and irritated if you don't treat strep (among other things).&amp;nbsp; Anyway, that's what was going on.&amp;nbsp; It's not a huge deal (other than the pain) I just take Tylenol and Ibuprofen, and that pretty much keeps it under control.&amp;nbsp; I feel much better now, and am not taking as much drugs.&amp;nbsp; Phew...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let this be a lesson to you ALL.&amp;nbsp; If you think you have strep get it checked out.&amp;nbsp; And ALWAYS finish your antibiotics.&amp;nbsp; Trust me, you don't want this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-5712838180811829587?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5712838180811829587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=5712838180811829587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/5712838180811829587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/5712838180811829587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-ya-know.html' title='So ya know...'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-4846759800623581540</id><published>2011-02-11T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T08:57:06.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Bit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Wheaten Old English Game Bantam Rooster" border="0" height="320" src="http://www.cacklehatchery.com/wheaten_oeg_bantam_roo.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you know my rooster Cleo is no longer with us.&amp;nbsp; We put ourselves out of misery.&amp;nbsp; I loved Cleo and I was sad that we had to kill him, but he was just to aggresive.&amp;nbsp; In fact the day he died he tried attacking Jayce.&amp;nbsp; If Grant had not stepped in front of him I am pretty sure Jayce would have had some pretty nasty cuts and scraped on his face.&amp;nbsp; This event may have lead to his demise.&amp;nbsp; Up to that point I was fighting for his life (kind of.&amp;nbsp; I knew he had to go, I just kept putting it off) After he went after Jayce I told Grant let's just get it done.&amp;nbsp; It was an emotional thing.&amp;nbsp; Poor Jayce had the privilege of holding his neck as Grant whacked it off.&amp;nbsp; When it was all done, Jayce looked at Grant and said, "can I have a minute in my bedroom?"&amp;nbsp; and when Grant said that was fine he looked at Cleo and said, "poor guy, it didn't have to be like this."&amp;nbsp; It was so cute and tender.&amp;nbsp; Alek, well, he didn't stay for the event at all.&amp;nbsp; It was to hard for him so he watched out the window.&amp;nbsp; Poor boys.&amp;nbsp; As a mom I knew I had to do something.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Instead of making the boys watch Grant gut and clean him, we hopped in the car and went for a drive.&amp;nbsp; We just happened to end up at a chicken breeder's farm, and we just happened to find the most beautiful bantam rooster and hen, and we just happened to bring&amp;nbsp;them home.&amp;nbsp; I'm not so sure Grant was thrilled about it, but I assured him that our new rooster "Little Bit" was not aggressive and would be the perfect addition to our beautiful hens, along with our new bantam hen "Zeb"&amp;nbsp; So he let us keep them.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately our hens HATED, with an extreme passion, Zeb, and tried eating her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I know that sounds gross&amp;nbsp;right?&amp;nbsp; But they were attacking her to the point that she bled, then they got&amp;nbsp;the taste of her blood and were literally trying to eat her.&amp;nbsp; So poor little Zeb found a new home.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;No, not in heaven!!! &amp;nbsp;We took her&amp;nbsp;to my friend&amp;nbsp;who&amp;nbsp;has nice chickens that wouldn't try to&amp;nbsp;eat her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Last I checked on her shew was as happy as she could be.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&amp;nbsp;so&amp;nbsp;now we have a wonderful&amp;nbsp;3 year old&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Wheaten Old English Game Bantam Rooster.&amp;nbsp; And I LOVE him.&amp;nbsp; He has a beautiful crow, and has the most gorgeous colors in him.&amp;nbsp; The picture above is not him, but is very similar, although I think mine has a bit more color and a lot more personality.&amp;nbsp; This is him below.&amp;nbsp; You can't see him very well, but you get the point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZj0d-LKn68/TVVbypF1X1I/AAAAAAAABBc/IWZQ5u-1XVQ/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZj0d-LKn68/TVVbypF1X1I/AAAAAAAABBc/IWZQ5u-1XVQ/s320/001.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I never thought I could or would fall in love with chickens, but I have.&amp;nbsp; They are like pets with benefits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-4846759800623581540?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4846759800623581540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=4846759800623581540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/4846759800623581540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/4846759800623581540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/little-bit.html' title='Little Bit'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZj0d-LKn68/TVVbypF1X1I/AAAAAAAABBc/IWZQ5u-1XVQ/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-8636111714233061733</id><published>2011-02-10T15:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T09:08:08.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet thang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" aria-busy="true" aria-describedby="fbPhotoTheaterCaption" class="spotlight" height="200" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/164585_10150383555285591_856405590_16889911_719203_n.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I finally got to meet the newest Cook family member last week.&amp;nbsp; Olivia Joy Cook.&amp;nbsp; Born January 18, 2011.&amp;nbsp; She is so beautiful and I couldn't put her down.&amp;nbsp; I fell in love with this sweet little girl the second I saw her.&amp;nbsp; She has&amp;nbsp;the sweetest&amp;nbsp;personality &amp;nbsp;and very rarely cries.&amp;nbsp; Seriously, I have never seen a better baby.&amp;nbsp; My only&amp;nbsp;thought&amp;nbsp;to that is that&amp;nbsp;Olivia was just in heaven and she KNOWS&amp;nbsp;her&amp;nbsp;daddy&amp;nbsp;has a&amp;nbsp;son&amp;nbsp;just like him up there&amp;nbsp;so she better cut them a break.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;forgot to charge my camera&amp;nbsp;before we left, so I stole a picture off James' facebook so you could she how gorgeous&amp;nbsp;she is.&amp;nbsp; Isn't she cute?&lt;br /&gt;Olivia&amp;nbsp;is a precious little gift and I&amp;nbsp;can't wait to hold her and love her again.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations James and Jerrica, Olivia&amp;nbsp;is absolutley perfect!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-8636111714233061733?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8636111714233061733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=8636111714233061733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/8636111714233061733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/8636111714233061733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/sweet-thang.html' title='Sweet thang'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-7367250454979563052</id><published>2011-02-10T08:58:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T09:16:45.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just called to say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Darleen Gordon" class="img" height="200" id="profile_pic" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/41381_1578740381_2928_n.jpg" width="143" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" aria-busy="true" aria-describedby="fbPhotoTheaterCaption" class="spotlight" height="200" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/74427_468780986800_671981800_5585733_7838179_n.jpg" width="163" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" aria-busy="true" aria-describedby="fbPhotoTheaterCaption" class="spotlight" height="200" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/10318_1254524727867_1372043216_30727269_6897954_n.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last night I got two phone calls!&amp;nbsp; My phone ringing is not a weird thing, sometimes it never stops.&amp;nbsp; But these two phone calls were special to me.&amp;nbsp; The first one was my sister in law Darleen.&amp;nbsp; I had a fun time talking with her and realized how much I miss seeing her.&amp;nbsp; The second phone call was my other sister in law Aleen.&amp;nbsp; I again realized how much I miss her too andI enjoyed our chat, even though my phone was being stupid and kept cutting out.&amp;nbsp; (sorry Aleen, you probably thought I wasn't listening. It was just my phone going in and out of service) Though the circumstances of the phone call were saddening and hard to hear, I still enjoyed catching up and hearing your voices.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Then to top it all, I got a message on facebook from my OTHER sister in law Suzanne, and for the third time that evening realized how much I miss seeing my sister in laws.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;These three ladies are the bomb.&amp;nbsp; I miss them daily and often loose myself in memories of when we all lived close together and got to play whenever we wanted.&amp;nbsp; I am so very lucky to be able to call&amp;nbsp;you guys sister!&amp;nbsp; Thank you for the chats the other night. I can't wait to&amp;nbsp;talk&amp;nbsp;to you all&amp;nbsp;again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-7367250454979563052?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7367250454979563052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=7367250454979563052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/7367250454979563052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/7367250454979563052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-just-called-to-say.html' title='I just called to say...'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-2318288841985644249</id><published>2011-02-08T09:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T09:21:17.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning, Long post and lots of rambling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="177" id="il_fi" src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/clipart/images/f/family-875.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have said it before and I will say it again.&amp;nbsp; I love my family.&amp;nbsp; With out them I would not be who I am.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I have been contemplating family a lot the last little bit.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I have been putting to much emphasis on spending time as family, maybe I rely on my family to much, maybe I require to much out of them, both my little family, and my parents, brothers and sisters.&amp;nbsp; Maybe family isn't what I think it is, so I looked up the definition of family and this is what I found&amp;nbsp;"a basic social unit consisting of parents and their children, considered as a group, whether dwelling together or not: the traditional family."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I didn't like this definition.&amp;nbsp; It's very vague and It doesn't seem to describe&amp;nbsp;a family unit, or the reason we have families.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't find what I was looking for, so I knelt down in prayer and asked my Heavenly Father to help me.&amp;nbsp; I felt the spirit with me and it testified to me that family is all of the things that I mentioned and more.&amp;nbsp; I also felt directed to read The Family&amp;nbsp; A Proclamation to the World.&amp;nbsp;I believe that the proclamation&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;given to us to&amp;nbsp;preserve&amp;nbsp;our families and I am grateful that was I was directed to read it again.&amp;nbsp; It renewed my faith that families are forever and that we have a purpose within&amp;nbsp;our familiy.&amp;nbsp; In the procalamtion&amp;nbsp;it says "Family is central to the&amp;nbsp;creator's plan"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;“The disintegration of the family will bring upon individuals, communities, and nations the calamities foretold by ancient and modern prophets.”&lt;br /&gt;And the last words of the proclamation express the simple truth that the family is “the fundamental unit of society.”&lt;br /&gt;The proclamation’s clear and simple language stands in contrast to the confused and convoluted notions of a society that cannot even agree on a definition of family, let alone supply the help and support parents and families need. &lt;br /&gt;I found on lds.org this statement.&lt;br /&gt;"...Public opinion surveys indicate that people everywhere in the world generally consider the family as the highest priority..."&lt;br /&gt;"Joseph F. Smith said: “There can be no genuine happiness separate and apart from the home, and every effort made to sanctify and preserve its influence is uplifting to those who toil and sacrifice for its establishment. Men and women often seek to substitute some other life for that of the home; they would make themselves believe that the home means restraint; that the highest liberty is the fullest opportunity to move about at will. There is no happiness without service, and there is no service greater than that which converts the home into a divine institution, and which promotes and preserves family life” &lt;br /&gt;President Harold B. Lee said "The Church is the kingdom of God on earth, but in the kingdom of heaven, families will be both the source of our eternal progress and joy and the order of our Heavenly Father. As we are often reminded, we will be released one day from our Church callings; but if we are worthy, we will never be released from our family relationships."&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with my family.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to EVER not be with them.&amp;nbsp; It breaks my heart, and brings me to tears to think of losing a family member.&amp;nbsp; I am grateful for each member in my family.&amp;nbsp; Each one brings a different dynamic to our family.&amp;nbsp; We aren't perfect, but we are strong.&amp;nbsp; We make mistakes, but we love each other.&amp;nbsp; We may not live near one another, but we are always there for each other.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;My definition of family is a unit made up of different personalities, traits, and talents, created by a mother&amp;nbsp;and father who love each other, and each child, who also love one another.&amp;nbsp; A unit that spends time together and apart yet still has a bond stronger than any element found on earth a family is made up of both&amp;nbsp;Unconditional love, and devotion.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Family is important to me and needs to remain a focal point in my life.&amp;nbsp; My life revolves around family.&amp;nbsp; I hope my boys, my husband, my parents, and my siblings all know this.&amp;nbsp; You are my life, and I will always be here for you.&amp;nbsp; I can't think of anything in this world more important to me than you!&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I want to clarify that when I say family, siblings, parents, sisters, brothers, etc.&amp;nbsp;I mean EVERYONE, in-laws and all!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-2318288841985644249?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2318288841985644249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=2318288841985644249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/2318288841985644249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/2318288841985644249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/warning-long-post-and-lots-of-rambling.html' title='Warning, Long post and lots of rambling.'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-6973134389247572388</id><published>2011-01-28T12:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T09:31:39.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids say the funniest things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="181" id="il_fi" src="http://www.picturesof.net/_images/A_Black_and_White_Cartoon_Two_Kids_Talking_Baby_Talk_While_Sharing_a_Toy_Royalty_Free_Clipart_Picture_100706-174033-101053.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The kids I watch are hilarious. They say the funniest things. Here are just a few things they have said this week.&lt;br /&gt;Monday Keira was scratching her foot. I said "Keira, what are you doing? She said "I have foot fleas".&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I was talking to Keira about going potty in the toilet. When we were done I said "Keira, where do go poop?". She said "HAWAII!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we has dinosaur fruit snacks for lunch. One of the kids said "look I have triadactyl" to that another child said " nuh-uh, it's A stegadyl"&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Jackson and I were taking care of the chickens. I asked Jackson if he had a pet. To which he replied "no, we forget to feed them. We shouldn't be the Menea's (his last name), we should be the forgetfuls."&lt;br /&gt;And today (Friday) Jackson and Bronson were copying what the other one was saying. Jackson said "hey, stop copying me!" Bronson replied "I'm not copying you, I am just saying everything you say."&lt;br /&gt;This folks is why I love watching kids!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-6973134389247572388?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6973134389247572388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=6973134389247572388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6973134389247572388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6973134389247572388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/kids-say-funniest-things.html' title='Kids say the funniest things...'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-8276002214585071378</id><published>2011-01-27T16:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T16:53:48.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weak in the knee...</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday I had a lot of pain in my knee.&amp;nbsp; This isn't anything new for me.&amp;nbsp; My knees generate pain often.&amp;nbsp; I am used to it.&amp;nbsp; At first I just ignored it.&amp;nbsp; As the day went on the pain became very intense and almost dropped me to the ground every time I put my weight on my right side.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was hoping that I had slept on it funny, bumped it, or twisted it funny,&amp;nbsp;and that&amp;nbsp;as the week went on the pain would go away, and my knee would just heal itself.&amp;nbsp; So far that has not been the case.&amp;nbsp; I don't know what I did, or how I did it, but somehow, someway I have screwed up my knee AGAIN!!!&amp;nbsp; This is a problem for me.&amp;nbsp; #1, because I am terrified of doctors, #2 I have already had multiple surgeries and really not in the mood to do it again, #3, I don't like needles, and surgery requires a few of them, #4, I don't trust the hospital out here.&amp;nbsp; ( I am sorry to all my friends that work at the hospital, it's not you I don't trust!!!)&amp;nbsp; #5, seriously!!!!! How many surgeries does it take?&amp;nbsp; and #6, I am to tired for this!&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Like I said I have had multiple surgeries in both knees. I am just not ready to do it again.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong, the end result is fabulous, but everything in between just sucks!!!&amp;nbsp; It seems like everytime I have had knee troubles it just comes on.&amp;nbsp; There isn't any kind of traumatic injury that has caused the damage (at least not that I can remember) &amp;nbsp; And every time it's something different, something the doctor couldn't have predicted. and something that always makes the&amp;nbsp;doctor scratch&amp;nbsp;his head (I don't meant&amp;nbsp;to be difficult, it just comes so naturally).&amp;nbsp; This time it's the same story, but I am worried that it is slightly worse than any of the other times.&amp;nbsp; In the past the pain has been, for&amp;nbsp;the most part,&amp;nbsp;bearable.&amp;nbsp; This time, not so much!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Bad knees run in the family, and I guess the hereditary fairy&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;notice the EXEMPT tag on me when I was made, Yay!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I was just really hoping that I was done with knee problems!&amp;nbsp; Guess not!&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry to complain about this on my blog.&amp;nbsp;It's really not an interesting topic.&amp;nbsp; I use&amp;nbsp;my blog&amp;nbsp;as a journal, and really&amp;nbsp; needed an outlet to get this off my mind.&amp;nbsp; I am nervous, and hoping to avoid&amp;nbsp;the inevitable!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I don't have time for surgery, I hate the swelling that comes with it, I hate the bruising, the crutches, I hate it all.&amp;nbsp; I just really don't want to do it!&amp;nbsp; Maybe I will have a small miracle.&amp;nbsp; Stranger things have happened.&amp;nbsp; Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-8276002214585071378?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8276002214585071378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=8276002214585071378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/8276002214585071378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/8276002214585071378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/weak-in-knee.html' title='Weak in the knee...'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-3758591137134521457</id><published>2011-01-17T10:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T20:12:56.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood, sweat, and a toga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TTRuwJ86a4I/AAAAAAAABBU/c4GsQG8B82c/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TTRuwJ86a4I/AAAAAAAABBU/c4GsQG8B82c/s320/002.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The end of the 2nd quarter was last Friday.&amp;nbsp; Phew!&amp;nbsp; This quarter has been a whirlwind and a half.&amp;nbsp; The quarter started out just like any other, but by mid-term it was a different story.&amp;nbsp; Alek had&amp;nbsp;two c's and Jayce had three.&amp;nbsp; Luckily we got them up in a hurry and were able to maintain the 4.0 status until THREE days before the end of the quarter.&amp;nbsp; THREE DAYS!!!&amp;nbsp; Alek forgot to hand in an assignment in science that brought his grade back down to a C and Jayce's gym teacher screwed up on his mile run time and wouldn't give him any credit even though he had done exactly what she said.&amp;nbsp;Now I know what your thinking.&amp;nbsp; You are thinking ya right the teacher screwed up.&amp;nbsp; But I am a witness to the crime. I had gone to the school to help Jayce and give him some moral support,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;witnessed the whole event.&amp;nbsp; Basically what happened is Jayce had to beat his 1st mile run time, which he did, but when he handed his time sheet in the teacher said, "this isn't his 1st mile run score, this is his 2nd (which was slightly worse than the first).&amp;nbsp; Jayce told her that was the number she wrote down.&amp;nbsp; She refused to listen to him and accused him of lying.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;That's when I got involved.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;explained to her what&amp;nbsp;had happened and&amp;nbsp;she simply said, "well I'm the teacher, and he didn't pass off his mile run, so he will either need to run it again, or take the C."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ahhhh....&lt;br /&gt;So after a few tears, and a long time for mom to calm down, we devised a plan.&amp;nbsp; We hydrated him really good, gave him a GREAT dinner, bought him a stop watch, made THE BEST breakfast ever, bribed him with dinner, and a movie with friends, and most importantly Grant gave him a blessing,&amp;nbsp; The next day I was on pins and needles.&amp;nbsp; FINALLY Jayce called me after 3rd period to tell me he beat his score by 1 min and 38 sec.&amp;nbsp; SWEET!!!&amp;nbsp; Now Jayce has an A in gym and is out of that class.&amp;nbsp; What a relief, except now Alek has her,&amp;nbsp; Great, here we go again!&lt;br /&gt;Now back to Alek's C in science.&amp;nbsp; I saved this for last because it makes me laugh everytime I think of it.&amp;nbsp; Alek begged and pleaded with his teacher to let him hand in his missing assignment.&amp;nbsp; She wouldn't budge, but she made him a deal.&amp;nbsp; Since they had been studying Greek mythology if he would wear a toga to school ALL day she would give him extra credit.&amp;nbsp; Of course Alek sprung this little tid bit of information on me the morning that he was supposed to do it.&amp;nbsp; But we got it done, and he&amp;nbsp;wore the&amp;nbsp;sweetest blue toga this side of the mississipps&amp;nbsp;to school.&amp;nbsp; He was so proud of it!&amp;nbsp; He wore it clear until dinner time.&amp;nbsp; We were proud of him and he got the extra credit points.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately it wasn't enough to get him an A, but he did get a B+.&amp;nbsp; He was a little bummed because he has A's in all his other classes, but it was a lessoned he needed to learn.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully he won't "forget" to hand in his assignments ever again!&lt;br /&gt;Now we are on to&amp;nbsp;third quarter tomorrow, and&amp;nbsp;hoping for smooth sailing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Wish us luck!!!&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;To all my V-Town friends.&amp;nbsp; If your kids get Ms. Jensen for gym, here is a little bit of advice, tell your child to run as slow as they can the first time.&amp;nbsp; Trust me on this!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-3758591137134521457?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3758591137134521457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=3758591137134521457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/3758591137134521457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/3758591137134521457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/blood-sweat-and-toga.html' title='Blood, sweat, and a toga...'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TTRuwJ86a4I/AAAAAAAABBU/c4GsQG8B82c/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-745130334085843466</id><published>2010-12-24T08:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T09:09:10.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters...</title><content type='html'>I have been blessed in my life to have&amp;nbsp;10 amazingingly beautful, sisters.&amp;nbsp; 4 of which are my sisters I grew up with and&amp;nbsp;6 who are sisters by marriage.&amp;nbsp; Either way, I love having sisters, and I love being&amp;nbsp;a sister!&amp;nbsp; Sisters have a bond that can not be forged.&amp;nbsp; We are tight and we stick together.&amp;nbsp; Seriously don't mess with sisters, especially MY sisters.&amp;nbsp; You are putting your life on the line if you do.&amp;nbsp; I'm just sayin...&lt;br /&gt;I don't see&amp;nbsp;my sisters&amp;nbsp;NEAR as often as I would like.&amp;nbsp; But let me just tell you, when we are together, watch out!!!&amp;nbsp; As Mari says, "I think our maturity levels go down when we are together."&amp;nbsp; Yes ma'am I believe you are right.&amp;nbsp; We do some of the funniest (and stupidest) things when we are together.&amp;nbsp; I laugh so hard I...well nevermind, but my sisters know what I mean,&amp;nbsp; even James knows, but he's kind of like&amp;nbsp;a sister.&amp;nbsp; Love&amp;nbsp;you James.&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;My sisters can make me do things I&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;think I could or would ever&amp;nbsp;do, (actually James can get me to do things I NEVER thought I would do, James are you sure you aren't my sister?)&amp;nbsp; we laugh with each other and at each other,&amp;nbsp; we call each other when we need a shoulder to cry on, or just need to talk.&amp;nbsp; They are honest with me when I ask them if I look ok, or if I need an opinion about&amp;nbsp;an outfit or things of that nature&amp;nbsp;(husbands aren't allowed to give honest opinions in that department, that's why God made sisters!)&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine my life with out my&amp;nbsp;10 sisters (and James).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Each one of my sisters is beautiful and has been such an inspiration and example to me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have learned so much from each one.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful for each of you and hope you know how much I love you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;Lord has truly blessed me by allowing me to have 10 awesome sisters to love and that love me, even when I am a turd.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;And James, I know you aren't my sister, obviously, but you are there just as much as they are.&amp;nbsp; You are an amazing brother that would do anything for his sisters! &amp;nbsp;I love you too brother!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-745130334085843466?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/745130334085843466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=745130334085843466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/745130334085843466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/745130334085843466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/sisters.html' title='Sisters...'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-5857801199427134260</id><published>2010-12-21T08:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T08:54:59.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 inchaes and counting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So...all those who prayed for snow, here you go, We got snow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And a TON of it!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TRDMUewZ1aI/AAAAAAAABBE/XNTwYQBGVks/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TRDMUewZ1aI/AAAAAAAABBE/XNTwYQBGVks/s400/003.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-5857801199427134260?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5857801199427134260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=5857801199427134260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/5857801199427134260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/5857801199427134260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/13-inchaes-and-counting.html' title='13 inchaes and counting....'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TRDMUewZ1aI/AAAAAAAABBE/XNTwYQBGVks/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-6423282346104197928</id><published>2010-12-05T22:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T23:00:07.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today we had our family pictures done for our Chrsitmas cards. I was hoping for a little bit of snow in the back ground, but instead we got dead grass, leaves, and a beautiful pine tree. Believe it or not it was a hot day. It was difficult to believe we were doing Christmas pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TPxzDqcTnRI/AAAAAAAABAY/oaBWcrO4R8o/s1600/thanksgiving+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TPxzDqcTnRI/AAAAAAAABAY/oaBWcrO4R8o/s200/thanksgiving+002.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TPxwNpofyDI/AAAAAAAABAU/cjfyS3mZDXg/s1600/thanksgiving+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TPxwNpofyDI/AAAAAAAABAU/cjfyS3mZDXg/s200/thanksgiving+001.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TPw4sr6vV5I/AAAAAAAABAA/BR4A_YtULVQ/s1600/Christmas+pictures+035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TPw4sr6vV5I/AAAAAAAABAA/BR4A_YtULVQ/s400/Christmas+pictures+035.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-6423282346104197928?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6423282346104197928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=6423282346104197928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6423282346104197928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6423282346104197928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Family pictures'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TPxzDqcTnRI/AAAAAAAABAY/oaBWcrO4R8o/s72-c/thanksgiving+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-5082619615220689149</id><published>2010-12-01T08:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T08:37:59.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>December...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I am so excited for this holiday season.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to get started&amp;nbsp;with gift wrapping, parties, cooking delicious sweets, gift giving, family, friends, gift buying, the hustle and bustle, the lights, the music, and so much more.&amp;nbsp; But what I am most excited for is the spirit that Christmas brings the whole month long.&amp;nbsp; I love that everyday I think of my Savior and his&amp;nbsp;humble birth.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;December also brings a bucket full of emotions for me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I remember several years ago feeling the spirit so strong that I wasn't interested in&amp;nbsp;the gifts, and&amp;nbsp;the parties and&amp;nbsp;all the normal Christmas activities.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The spirit enveloped me and my family, and taught me that the most important thing I could ever have or want is my family.&amp;nbsp; I remember praying that what I was feeling would never leave me.&amp;nbsp; Every year as December approaches I begin to have anxiety attacks,&amp;nbsp;dreams brought on by fear, and I&amp;nbsp;break into to tears just a little bit easier than normal because&amp;nbsp;I want&amp;nbsp;so badly to&amp;nbsp;feel&amp;nbsp;that feeling I had 11 years ago.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I lost so much that year, but also gained more than I could have imagined.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I lost my brother to cancer,&amp;nbsp;something I could not bare to go through again, but I gained such a testimony of my Heavenly Father,&amp;nbsp;my Savior, and the atonement,&amp;nbsp;that I wouldn't change the events of December 1999 if I were given the chance.&amp;nbsp; The love I felt, the spirit I felt, and the peace I felt can never be described.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong, if I could have Jared here I would, but that wasn't the Lord's plan for him, and I am thankful that the Lord was able to teach me through Jared's death.&amp;nbsp; I cherish&amp;nbsp;that more than any gift I have ever been given.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over the year's I have learned to enjoy the traditional Christmas activities again, but never without the memory that brought me so close to my Heavenly Father, and my family!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope that everyone has the most wonderful Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I pray that it will bring peace, joy and love to each of you!&amp;nbsp; Merry Christmas!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-5082619615220689149?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5082619615220689149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=5082619615220689149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/5082619615220689149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/5082619615220689149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/december.html' title='December...'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-4417443524918577638</id><published>2010-11-16T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T15:46:14.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude of Gratitude...</title><content type='html'>During general conference President Monson gave a talk about gratitude.&amp;nbsp; This talk stuck with me and I think about it daily.&amp;nbsp; I refer to it when I am feeling picked on, or just having a no good, horrible day.&amp;nbsp; I try to remember that no matter what I am going through at that moment,&amp;nbsp;it could always be worse, and that I am so extremely blessed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I find myself feeling guilty for&amp;nbsp;allowing myself to think that I am anything less than blessed.&amp;nbsp; I truly have so much to be thankful for.&amp;nbsp; I need to be better about remembering that, and thanking my Heavenly Father sincerely each day for&amp;nbsp; all that I have been and will be blessed with.&amp;nbsp; It's hard to be selfish if you are always grateful.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's is easier for me to serve the Lord, serve my family, and serve my friends when I have&amp;nbsp;"an attitude of grattitude".&amp;nbsp; I feel like smiling more, and&amp;nbsp;I feel more in tune with the&amp;nbsp;Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;In Presdident Monson's talk He said, "My brothers and sisters, do we remember to give thanks for the blessings we receive? Sincerely giving thanks not only helps us recognize our blessings, but it also unlocks the doors of heaven and helps us feel God’s love. My beloved friend President Gordon B. Hinckley said, “When you walk with gratitude, you do not walk with arrogance and conceit and egotism, you walk with a spirit of thanksgiving that is becoming to you and will bless your lives.”&lt;br /&gt;As we draw near to Thanksgiving and Christmas, it is my prayer that we all will take the time to sincerely thank Heavenly Father for all the blessings we each recieve daily, even if life isn't going just as planned (it never does) try to remember what you have at that moment, and what you have been blessed with in the past.&amp;nbsp; Life can and is rough, I know I have had my fair share of trials, and will continue to have them, but I am going to try more diligently to be thankful.&amp;nbsp; There is always something to be thankful for even if it is the dirty dishes in your sink, the dirty clothes in your laundry room, or the messy house.&amp;nbsp; Because if you have dirty dishes, you have full bellies, if you have mounds of laundry you have clothes bodies, and if your house is a mess (like mine always is), then you have a roof over your head and place you can&amp;nbsp;call home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-4417443524918577638?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4417443524918577638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=4417443524918577638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/4417443524918577638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/4417443524918577638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude.html' title='Attitude of Gratitude...'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-101356617871348100</id><published>2010-11-06T14:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T15:03:03.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>16 years and going strong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy anniversary Mr. Schiess!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love you and am so blessed to have you for a husband and best friend!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't imagine my life without you and your smile! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU WILL KNOW!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SYD2X89YTHI/AAAAAAAAA6k/W8xYBRfjSKI/s1600/535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SYD2X89YTHI/AAAAAAAAA6k/W8xYBRfjSKI/s320/535.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok, Ok so our anniversary was a week ago!&amp;nbsp;October 29 to be exact.&amp;nbsp;But, as I always say, better late than never!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-101356617871348100?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/101356617871348100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=101356617871348100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/101356617871348100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/101356617871348100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/16-years-and-going-strong.html' title='16 years and going strong...'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SYD2X89YTHI/AAAAAAAAA6k/W8xYBRfjSKI/s72-c/535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-5559141662203669980</id><published>2010-11-06T12:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T12:10:11.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vernal Sunset...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever&amp;nbsp; stopped to look at the sunset?&amp;nbsp; If you&amp;nbsp;haven't, you should try it!&lt;br /&gt;I love looking at sunsets.&amp;nbsp; I try to count all the different colors and&amp;nbsp; the beautiful shapes the clouds make.&amp;nbsp; When I look at the sunset I am reminded of how beautiful this world really is.&amp;nbsp; We just need to stop for a moment, walk outside, and allow ourselves to see the beauty the world has to offer.&amp;nbsp; Each time I look at a sunset, the day seems to melt away, and I know that I can handle another day, good or bad!&amp;nbsp; It's art at my fingertips. I don't have to visit the Louve (although I would love to), or an art musuem to&amp;nbsp;witness the array of colors blended together to&amp;nbsp;form a masterpiece!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I don't have to leave my home or spend untold amounts of money to see one of life most spectacular masterpieces form before my eyes. &amp;nbsp;Life is great!&lt;br /&gt;This year we have had some pretty&amp;nbsp;awesom sunsets.&amp;nbsp; I have been able to capture a few of them.&amp;nbsp; Although the camera&amp;nbsp;just doesn't do it&amp;nbsp;justice.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Nonetheless, they are still beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TNWOZNdsUsI/AAAAAAAAA7c/NWI_TYbt5RY/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TNWOZNdsUsI/AAAAAAAAA7c/NWI_TYbt5RY/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TNWMcdDRiOI/AAAAAAAAA68/zfUXH986ftk/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TNWMcdDRiOI/AAAAAAAAA68/zfUXH986ftk/s400/002.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TNWMc35I3kI/AAAAAAAAA7E/zG_gtj5lf48/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TNWMc35I3kI/AAAAAAAAA7E/zG_gtj5lf48/s400/010.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TNWMdaqvuvI/AAAAAAAAA7M/qGTcjCHSzW0/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TNWMdaqvuvI/AAAAAAAAA7M/qGTcjCHSzW0/s400/029.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We decided to have one last adventure before winter made it's way to Vernal.&amp;nbsp; So we packed a cooler, loaded the fishing poles, and drove to Flaming Gorge.&amp;nbsp; It was beautiful!&amp;nbsp; I couldn't believe how clear the water was and that it was still warm enough to go swimming.&amp;nbsp; Of course we didn't think about bringing swim suits so, Alek went in is undies!&amp;nbsp; What can I say?&amp;nbsp; He really wanted to swim.&amp;nbsp; Don't worry, we were in a little cove and nobody was around.&amp;nbsp; It was safe.&amp;nbsp; The boys tried to convince me to swim in my underwear, but, we all know how that would have turned out, so I politely turned them down.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Jayce and Grant fished a little ways down from where Alek was swimming.&amp;nbsp; Jayce caught his first BIG fish.&amp;nbsp; It was probably around 3 pounds and put up a pretty good fight.&amp;nbsp; Jayce was all sorts of excited, that is until Grant handed him the knife and told to clean it.&amp;nbsp; Then he wanted to throw it back.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunatley the fish was already dead so we had to keep it.&amp;nbsp; Jayce did a great job gutting and cleaning it, even if his cute little hands were shaking the whole time.&amp;nbsp; He was proud of himself after is was done, and Alek just kept saying "man I am glad I didn't fish, Jayce you should have swam with me!"&amp;nbsp; Funny boys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-6021378293822038251?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6021378293822038251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=6021378293822038251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6021378293822038251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6021378293822038251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-decided-to-have-one-last-adventure.html' title='A day at the Gorge...'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TNWMcdDRiOI/AAAAAAAAA68/zfUXH986ftk/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-6459054786089642724</id><published>2010-11-03T12:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T13:47:56.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggs coming out my...EARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TNGmtvxDrfI/AAAAAAAAA4w/N4hy_ICac08/s1600/eggs-basket.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TNGmtvxDrfI/AAAAAAAAA4w/N4hy_ICac08/s320/eggs-basket.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When we fisrt decided to get chickens we started with three pullets. In my head three eggs a day sounded like a good deal. Then we found out one of our hens was a rooster. And all of the sudden two eggs a day&amp;nbsp;seemed like a small number!&amp;nbsp; I WANT MORE!!!&amp;nbsp;SoOoOo...I got two more hens. NOW, we get 4 eggs a day, 28 eggs a week, and roughly 120 eggs a month. What was I thinking ??? I should have stuck with the two. But, I have been able to give eggs to people in my neighborhood and ward, and that makes me feel good. I am also learning all sorts of ways to make eggs and preserve them.&amp;nbsp; It has been a fun adventure and I actaully love the chickens.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Except Cleo!&amp;nbsp; He's naughty!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TNGkdo5p8EI/AAAAAAAAA4c/yxAN7ABFVWU/s1600/charlie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TNGkdo5p8EI/AAAAAAAAA4c/yxAN7ABFVWU/s200/charlie.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Charlie&lt;br /&gt;Beautful, but shy!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TNGkiJmlxRI/AAAAAAAAA4g/HBs2Fv2d4vY/s1600/pearl.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TNGkiJmlxRI/AAAAAAAAA4g/HBs2Fv2d4vY/s200/pearl.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pearl&lt;br /&gt;Super hyper and runs all over the coop sqwaking!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TNGkkiQmvWI/AAAAAAAAA4k/77DbL_jXP2U/s1600/rex.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TNGkkiQmvWI/AAAAAAAAA4k/77DbL_jXP2U/s200/rex.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rex&lt;br /&gt;She is supposed to be sweet and calm, &lt;br /&gt;but she&amp;nbsp;doens't really like us to touch her,&lt;br /&gt;look at her, or talk to her.&amp;nbsp; Especially when&lt;br /&gt;she is laying an&amp;nbsp;egg!&amp;nbsp; Watch out...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ ﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TNGknFoURgI/AAAAAAAAA4o/bpz0ZOp7Hg4/s1600/six.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TNGknFoURgI/AAAAAAAAA4o/bpz0ZOp7Hg4/s200/six.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Six&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;the sweetest chicken in the world!&lt;br /&gt;She&amp;nbsp;runs to us&amp;nbsp;everytime we come out&lt;br /&gt;and always thinks she&amp;nbsp;deserves a&amp;nbsp;treat!&lt;br /&gt;And, she usually gets one!&lt;br /&gt;Six is our favorite chicken!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TNGkow59oII/AAAAAAAAA4s/vdGjKtr1smQ/s1600/cleo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TNGkow59oII/AAAAAAAAA4s/vdGjKtr1smQ/s200/cleo.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cleo&lt;br /&gt;The horrible, mean, no good rooster!&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I think he is beautiful and I love hearing his&amp;nbsp;crow.&lt;br /&gt;He's just mean, charges at&amp;nbsp;me and tries to peck me to death!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So for that, he will soon be dinner on my table!&lt;br /&gt;That will teach him to charge me and peck at me!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Take that rooster!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-6459054786089642724?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6459054786089642724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=6459054786089642724' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6459054786089642724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6459054786089642724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/eggs-coming-out-myears.html' title='Eggs coming out my...EARS'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TNGmtvxDrfI/AAAAAAAAA4w/N4hy_ICac08/s72-c/eggs-basket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-2146236626931128170</id><published>2010-10-07T23:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T23:22:39.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alek and a Migraine</title><content type='html'>My poor Alek has always had a problem with migraines.&amp;nbsp; They hit him hard and they hit him fast.&amp;nbsp; The poor kid doesn't stand a chance.&amp;nbsp; Once a headache starts, Alek almost immediately starts throwing up.&amp;nbsp; This morning when Alek woke up he mentioned that he didn't feel good and that his head hurt a little.&amp;nbsp; Of course I thought he was just trying to stay home from school.&amp;nbsp; You would think after years of this happening I would recognoze the signs. But I never do, and just like always I sent him to school, and, just like always, I got a call from the school before first hour was over that Alek had thrown up and he needed me to come pick me up.&amp;nbsp; I felt terrible!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;When I picked him up, I told him I was sorry that he wasn't feeling well.&amp;nbsp; He told me when he was on the bus he closed his eyes hoping that the headache would go away.&amp;nbsp; It didn't go away before he got to school.&amp;nbsp; So when he got to his locker he put his head inside and said a little prayer that he would be able to make it through the day.&amp;nbsp; He told me that he didn't know why his prayer wasn't answered.&amp;nbsp; I explained to him that only Heavenly Father knows what is best for us, and even though we may not get the answer we are hoping for we need to trust that He knows what we need.&amp;nbsp; He just looked at me and said, "hmm, Heavenly Father must have known I needed to spend a day with my mom."&amp;nbsp; I love that kid!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;It was fun to have him home even though he was sick.&amp;nbsp; I enjoyed being able to take care of him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Alek is a sweetheart and I love him so very much!!&amp;nbsp; I am glad he is feeling better, but sad that he won't be home tomorrow with me.&amp;nbsp; I will never get used to my boys not being home with me.&amp;nbsp; I cherish every moment that they are home, even if they are sick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-2146236626931128170?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2146236626931128170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=2146236626931128170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/2146236626931128170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/2146236626931128170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/alek-and-migraine.html' title='Alek and a Migraine'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-6926380365373715086</id><published>2010-09-06T11:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T11:58:13.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vernal Derby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUqOX5ffjI/AAAAAAAAA3c/y-gW8ZViMh4/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUqOX5ffjI/AAAAAAAAA3c/y-gW8ZViMh4/s200/033.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This post is a bit late.&amp;nbsp; But better late than never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On July 31 Grant and I took the boys to crash derby.&amp;nbsp; It was lame, but we had fun.&amp;nbsp; It was the first time for Jayce and Alek.&amp;nbsp; They thought it was awesome to see cars hit each other...ON PURPOSE!!!&amp;nbsp; They both want to do it now when they are old enough.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUqGm89RUI/AAAAAAAAA3U/2KrQP8H5ngM/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUqGm89RUI/AAAAAAAAA3U/2KrQP8H5ngM/s200/039.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUp9kF7z8I/AAAAAAAAA3M/kafGzv1CHfw/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUp9kF7z8I/AAAAAAAAA3M/kafGzv1CHfw/s200/045.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grant likes his cotton candy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-6926380365373715086?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6926380365373715086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=6926380365373715086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6926380365373715086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6926380365373715086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/vernal-derby.html' title='Vernal Derby...'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUqOX5ffjI/AAAAAAAAA3c/y-gW8ZViMh4/s72-c/033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-4180779475587074558</id><published>2010-09-06T11:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T11:40:50.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A new year, a new school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUmSawRaoI/AAAAAAAAA3E/83tC4KiiLIs/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUmSawRaoI/AAAAAAAAA3E/83tC4KiiLIs/s320/001.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The day came and the day went.&amp;nbsp; And it wasn't near as bad as I expected!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jayce and Alek are officially middle school boys.&amp;nbsp; They are loving the change in pace and all the friends they are making.&amp;nbsp; Out here our middle school covers a tri-county area so they are getting to know people from all over.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They love that they have lockers and that the lunch room has "McDonalds style" seating.&amp;nbsp; The homework hasn't been to bad YET!&amp;nbsp; But they seem to be&amp;nbsp;ok with having homework&amp;nbsp;(for now).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am very proud of how well we have all adjusted to middle school life.&amp;nbsp; It has been a fun change and not near as scary as I thought it would be.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-4180779475587074558?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4180779475587074558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=4180779475587074558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/4180779475587074558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/4180779475587074558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-year-new-school.html' title='A new year, a new school'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUmSawRaoI/AAAAAAAAA3E/83tC4KiiLIs/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-6640629979724387521</id><published>2010-09-06T11:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T11:33:24.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Harvest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so excited that our garden did as well as it did this year.&amp;nbsp; I had to take pictures of some of the fun things we picked.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUk4bhT1pI/AAAAAAAAA2c/YpyQFov3TFw/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUk4bhT1pI/AAAAAAAAA2c/YpyQFov3TFw/s200/002.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUk8z7lnzI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Sq2tp9nXrWg/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUk8z7lnzI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Sq2tp9nXrWg/s200/004.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUk6HR2xCI/AAAAAAAAA2k/uhNRRIaf5oI/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUk6HR2xCI/AAAAAAAAA2k/uhNRRIaf5oI/s200/003.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUlNBzGuyI/AAAAAAAAA20/v8vZYZgplGk/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUlNBzGuyI/AAAAAAAAA20/v8vZYZgplGk/s200/048.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is our prize tomato.&amp;nbsp; It was about 4 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUlQqcz9eI/AAAAAAAAA28/UnIEW-KmlEE/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUlQqcz9eI/AAAAAAAAA28/UnIEW-KmlEE/s200/046.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-6640629979724387521?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6640629979724387521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=6640629979724387521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6640629979724387521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6640629979724387521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/harvest.html' title='The Harvest'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUk4bhT1pI/AAAAAAAAA2c/YpyQFov3TFw/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-380207549432121468</id><published>2010-09-06T11:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T11:26:16.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Canning, canning, and more canning...</title><content type='html'>I remember as a little girl my mom canning vegetables and fruits we had grown through the year.&amp;nbsp; It seemed like such a process, but the end result was always so amazing to me.&amp;nbsp; Now it's my turn and I still have the same feelings.&amp;nbsp; It's a huge process, but I love the end result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Over the weekend I&amp;nbsp;canned 16 bottles of salsa, 18 bottles of zucchini relish, 19 bottles of corn, 7 bags of freezer corn, and 40 bottles of applesauce.&amp;nbsp; My feet hurt and&amp;nbsp;my hands&amp;nbsp;have a strange new tint and smell&amp;nbsp;to them, but the end result was this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUinLTSocI/AAAAAAAAA2M/KtPk_bFXQLM/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUinLTSocI/AAAAAAAAA2M/KtPk_bFXQLM/s200/001.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;corn and salsa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUifTxCERI/AAAAAAAAA18/cKP2f2JeNAM/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUifTxCERI/AAAAAAAAA18/cKP2f2JeNAM/s200/006.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Applesauce&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUihb0ZNVI/AAAAAAAAA2E/VybVCH5-D4M/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUihb0ZNVI/AAAAAAAAA2E/VybVCH5-D4M/s200/005.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zucchini relish&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUivbAklSI/AAAAAAAAA2U/yyXsixYJoW4/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUivbAklSI/AAAAAAAAA2U/yyXsixYJoW4/s200/001.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of the canned goods.&amp;nbsp; I am still trying to find a place for the rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-380207549432121468?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/380207549432121468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=380207549432121468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/380207549432121468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/380207549432121468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/canning-canning-and-more-canning.html' title='Canning, canning, and more canning...'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TIUinLTSocI/AAAAAAAAA2M/KtPk_bFXQLM/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-3885872466944419546</id><published>2010-08-31T23:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:16:32.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear me...</title><content type='html'>F.Y.I. ...This post is a little bit long and mostly for me...sorry!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lately it seems as though life has been throwing a lot of curve balls. I have been surprised at how well I have been able to keep up!  Then tonight as I was sitting here watching TV, I realized that all I am doing is keeping up.  I'm not doing anything extra, I'm not striving to do anything better, I'm not going above and beyond.  I am simply sailing by.  I don't want to just "get by".  So I am re-committing myself to being a better wife, a better mom, a better sister, a better daughter, a better friend, and a better example, &lt;b&gt;A BETTER ME&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So I asked myself, how can I achieve this?  This is what I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;1. Be more patient with my sweet, amazing husband and wonderful children.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tell those I love that I love them more often. &lt;br /&gt;3. Call my family more often just to see how they are doing.&lt;br /&gt;4. Listen!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. Be less judgmental&lt;br /&gt;6. Be more forgiving&lt;br /&gt;7. Be the kind of friend that I would want to have.&lt;br /&gt;8. No more carrying grudges.  (It's to exauhsting)&lt;br /&gt;9. Be more thoughtful.  &lt;br /&gt;10. Read my scriptures more faithfully.&lt;br /&gt;11. Remember my morning AND evening prayers.&lt;br /&gt;12. Fulfill my church calling with a little more dedication.&lt;br /&gt;13. Exercise a little bit more often.&lt;br /&gt;14. Be a little more forgiving of myself.&lt;br /&gt;15. Remeber that no matter what trials I have been handed, I will never be given more than I can handle.  And if I am having a tough time handling it I can always turn to my Heavenly Father for help.&lt;br /&gt;And that's pretty much it.  The list seems a little bit long, but I think I can handle it.  I like lists.  I am a "to do list" kind of girl.  It gives me a challenge and helps me to stay on track.  &lt;br /&gt;I hope to notice changes with in myself.  I hope to feel like I am going above and beyond what life expects.  I don't want to leave this life and be known for not going the distance.  I want to be known for smiling when life gave me a challenge, and being thoughtful and kind.  I have a lot of work to do, but I know I can do it.  Life is good. I am blessed WAY beyond what I deserve.  I have 2 of the most adorable children known to man, I have the most supportive, sweet, kind, loving husband a girl could ask for.  I really have a great life.  I love it and I am going to enjoy it.  &lt;br /&gt;The End...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-3885872466944419546?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3885872466944419546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=3885872466944419546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/3885872466944419546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/3885872466944419546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/lately-it-seems-as-though-life-has-been.html' title='Dear me...'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-5256648906869115747</id><published>2010-08-10T08:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T09:10:49.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jayce and Alek</title><content type='html'>                             &lt;em&gt;12 years old...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe 12 years ago today I met my boys for the first time!  &lt;br /&gt;August 10, 1998 was a whirlwind of a day.  I went into labor at 12:01, 10 weeks earlier than expected.  Nervous and scared we packed up and left for the hospital.  When we got there the nurses and staff weren't really sure what to do.  They called my doctor, and he came in to check me, he looked at me and said these guys are going to be little and they will have a rough start.  Baby A is stressed and his heartbeat is fading in and out.  Baby B is breach but doesn't seem to be stressed.  The doctor gave us a few options.  He said we could stay at Alta View Hospital and hope for the best, or we could be transferred to U of U hospital where they were a little more equipped to handle premature babies.  We left the decision up to Dr. Larsen as we felt he knew best.  He decided to call life flight to have them on hand just in case anything went wrong but he felt confident that he and the hosptial staff could handle their births.  &lt;br /&gt;After 14 1/2 hours of labor Jayce was born.  He was so beautiful.  He was wide eyed and content.  He didn't cry, he just looked around at his new surroundings.  I got to look at him for just a minute then they whisked him away to make sure he was healthy.  A few minutes later Dr. Larsen explained that Baby B was more breach than he expected and was being very stubborn.  He had to literally pull Alek out.  He was born feet first, face up and not breathing.  He was purple and lifeless.  I didn't get to see him but Grant said it was very scarey.  The nurses were all quiet while the doctor's worked on Alek.  It seemed like an eternity.  Finally I heard them say he is breathing, then I heard a tiny little whimper, then they whisked him away too!  Because of his condition I didn't get to see him until he was almost 2 hours old.  &lt;br /&gt;Jayce was 3 lbs 11 oz born at 2:33 p.m. and Alek was 5 lbs 3 oz born at 2:38 p.m.  Only 5 minutes apart.  &lt;br /&gt;Shortly after they were born, Alek was diagnosed with Hyaline Membrane Disease and a broken left clavical.  It was decided that he would be better treated at Primary Children's and that he needed to be placed on life support to sustain him.  It was heart-wrenching.  When Alek was 8 hours old he was hooked up to a life support machine and life flighted to PCMC.  I had to say goodbye to him without ever getting to hold him.  Jayce was as healthy as could be, but iddy bitty! So he stayed at Alta View with me.  Five days after they were born I was released from the hospital.  Jayce had to stay because he was struggeling with keeping his body temperature up.  &lt;br /&gt;Grant and I drove up to PCMC as fast as we could.  When we got there Alek was hooked up to all sorts of machines, but the doctors re-assured me he was doing great and that if all went well he would be off life support with-in a day or two.  Alek surprised everyone and was taken off life support the next day!  He's a fighter!  I was finaly able to hold him.  &lt;br /&gt;After many long days in the hospital's Jayce and Alek both came home.  It was a happy day.  &lt;br /&gt;Now 12 years later, it's hard to believe that they had such a hard start in life.  &lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of you Jayce and Alek.  I can't believe you are 12.  I love you!  Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Jayce+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TGFg1SIolHI/AAAAAAAAA1M/XGZ9TlBIZOU/s200/Jayce+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503786688140842098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TGFg2ybY3AI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ymCH35mtH_E/s1600&lt;br /&gt;/Jayce+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TGFg19DNG0I/AAAAAAAAA1U/7mIdgIF0jEs/s200/Jayce+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503786699660794690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TGFg1SIolHI/AAAAAAAAA1M/XGZ9TlBIZOU/s1600/Jayce+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TGFg2LLgG9I/AAAAAAAAA1c/Xc-qaA-oDxw/s200/Jayce+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503786703453690834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TGFg19DNG0I/AAAAAAAAA1U/7mIdgIF0jEs/s1600/Jayce+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TGFg2snPl1I/AAAAAAAAA1k/Zf2r4hEGUA0/s200/Jayce+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503786712428418898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TGFg19DNG0I/AAAAAAAAA1U/7mIdgIF0jEs/s1600&lt;br /&gt;/Jayce+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TGFg2ybY3AI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ymCH35mtH_E/s200/Jayce+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503786713989307394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TGFg2snPl1I/AAAAAAAAA1k/Zf2r4hEGUA0/s1600&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-5256648906869115747?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5256648906869115747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=5256648906869115747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/5256648906869115747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/5256648906869115747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-jayce-and-alek.html' title='Happy Birthday Jayce and Alek'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TGFg1SIolHI/AAAAAAAAA1M/XGZ9TlBIZOU/s72-c/Jayce+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-8494333285941039675</id><published>2010-07-28T20:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T20:03:31.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scouting celebrates 100 years - Vernal.com - The Vernal Express</title><content type='html'>July 24th was a crazy day!  When Grant was called as the Stake Young Mens President he was given the task of organizing Vernal's Scout-O-Rama.  It was a challenge and it brought just an iddy bit if stress, but the Scout-O-Rama was a great success.  Grant did a great job and there was lots of fun to be had.  It looked like everyone that came had a great time.  There was face painting, balloon tying, miniature golf, wood working, and much, much more. &lt;br /&gt;Jayce and Alek ran two booths.  Alek ran the merit badge memory game, and Jayce manned the nail stacking booth.  They both got their pictures taken for the news paper, but only Jayce made the final cut!   &lt;br /&gt;The three boys also marched in the Vernal City parade in honor of 100 years of scouting.  It was very fun to watch them walk down main street with about 100 or more boys shouting "BSA, 100 years"  It actually brought a tear to my eye.  &lt;br /&gt;Below is the newspaper article that was in The Vernal Express about the Scout-O-Rama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vernal.com/stories/Scouting-celebrates-100-years,479782?content_source=&amp;amp;category_id=&amp;amp;search_filter=&amp;amp;user_id=&amp;amp;event_mode=&amp;amp;event_ts_from=&amp;amp;list_type=&amp;amp;order_by=&amp;amp;order_sort=&amp;amp;content_class=1&amp;amp;sub_type=&amp;amp;town_id=&amp;amp;page="&gt;Scouting celebrates 100 years - Vernal.com - The Vernal Express&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-8494333285941039675?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.vernal.com/stories/Scouting-celebrates-100-years,479782?content_source=&amp;category_id=&amp;search_filter=&amp;user_id=&amp;event_mode=&amp;event_ts_from=&amp;list_type=&amp;order_by=&amp;order_sort=&amp;content_class=1&amp;sub_type=&amp;town_id=&amp;page=' title='Scouting celebrates 100 years - Vernal.com - The Vernal Express'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8494333285941039675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=8494333285941039675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/8494333285941039675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/8494333285941039675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/scouting-celebrates-100-years-vernalcom_28.html' title='Scouting celebrates 100 years - Vernal.com - The Vernal Express'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-1971377734387362220</id><published>2010-07-26T13:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T13:08:38.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5467784d446b334d7a413d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5467784d446b334d7a413d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=yahoo&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows/slideshow-software/" target="_blank"&gt;Free digital slideshow&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10. My family! even though we are spread out, I love that I can talk to each one whenever I want.  Either by phone, text, email, or Faebook!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9. My beautiful home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8. My garden growing delicious vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. My chickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Talking to my mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. The ability to love, the ablilty to be loved, and the ability to laugh. I love to laugh!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Going to the temple with my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. My two wonderful, amazing, adorable, loving boys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Grant! Seriously, I don't know how I got so lucky! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. That I am a daughter of God, and that my self worth is not based on the worldly things in life, but my Heavenly Father's love for ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-1083228631952922566?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1083228631952922566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=1083228631952922566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1083228631952922566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1083228631952922566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/top-10-things-that-make-me-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-7072520898817541706</id><published>2010-07-08T15:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T15:35:04.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I never have to go to McDonalds again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TDZCXgNSpgI/AAAAAAAAAzE/zDNS6FFEUcM/s1600/chicken+nuggets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491649767175005698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TDZCXgNSpgI/AAAAAAAAAzE/zDNS6FFEUcM/s400/chicken+nuggets.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hate McDonalds, but I LOVE their chicken nuggets.  Weirdness, I know!!!  However, I never have to go to McDonalds again.  I figured out how to make chicken nuggets almost exactly the same way as McDonalds.  And they are soooo delicious!  YAY!!!   They even look like McDonalds chicken nuggets.  (See above picture)  My kids loved them, Grant loved them and I loved them.  The best part is that they are super easy to make!  Maybe I will save a little bit of money! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-7072520898817541706?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7072520898817541706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=7072520898817541706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/7072520898817541706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/7072520898817541706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-never-have-to-go-to-mcdonalds-again-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TDZCXgNSpgI/AAAAAAAAAzE/zDNS6FFEUcM/s72-c/chicken+nuggets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-1714539609635935251</id><published>2010-06-21T12:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:21:42.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grant + Lizz = True Love!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TB-r7D1Zo2I/AAAAAAAAAy8/ZK0o5qCi7yk/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485291902290469730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TB-r7D1Zo2I/AAAAAAAAAy8/ZK0o5qCi7yk/s200/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so blessed to have Grant as my husband and best friend.  As with most things in life, he just gets better with age!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for all you do and continue to do for our family Grant.  You are an amazing husband, and fabulous dad!  I don't know what we would ever do without you!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We LOVE you!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-1714539609635935251?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1714539609635935251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=1714539609635935251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1714539609635935251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1714539609635935251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/grant-lizz-true-love-i-am-so-blessed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TB-r7D1Zo2I/AAAAAAAAAy8/ZK0o5qCi7yk/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-488966738871068087</id><published>2010-06-01T11:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T12:11:19.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Something scarey this way comes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 91px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477868901644915538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TAVMvji0U1I/AAAAAAAAAy0/0K8xIZ7vTcg/s200/vms106.jpg" /&gt;Friday was the last day of school. All week long I have dreaded this day. Not for the reason's you might think. I actually enjoy having my kids home for the summer. I have dreaded THIS last day of school more than any other because my boys are no longer elementary kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next year they start middle school and I am terrified.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, because they are growing up to fast. Second, they are on to new and different experiences, some good and some bad. It's the bad that has me scared. Jayce and Alek are so smart and so ready for this next chapter. They are excited to move on to "teenagerhood". I, however, am struggeling with it. So much, that I actually ALMOST home-schooled them next year. After many restless nights, many long prayers, and much counceling with Grant, I decided I was taking their right away from them to become mature, responsible adults, and that I was hindering them by not allowing them to have these new experiences that are about to come their way. In essence, I would have controlled their every move. Not allowing them to grow and have the life experiences they will recieve and that they will need so they can teach their own children. And though "the bad" that they will have the pleasure of seeing each day in the halls scares the you know what out of me, I have come to the realization that they need to experience the bad so that they will know the good, and be able to choose for themselves which way they want to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grant and I have taught them, we have bared my testimony to them, Grant gives them blessings, and we express often to them Heavenly Father's love for them, and that he has a plan for them. It is up to them to choose the right, and be an example. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A friend once told me that if I shelter my kids TO much that I deprive those around them the chance to see the example they will set. And by doing so I deprive those around them from feeling our Heavenly Father's love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jayce and Alek both are such amazing boys. I will struggle this coming school year, but I hope to also grow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know why I let myself freak out like this, but these are my children and they are about to enter a world that I prayed they wouldn't ever have to see. BUT, like I keep telling myself, how will they KNOW to choose the right if they never see the bad. It just sucks, that's all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I had Jayce and Alek, I never pictured them above the age of 5. I guess that was just wishful thinking. Now they are 11 and will recieve the priesthood in about 2 1/2 months. I don't know how to be a mom to teenagers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess when it boils down to it, it's not the boys going to middle school that REALLY scares me. I think it's ME and my inabilities that REALLY scare me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thankfully I have awesome parents and in-laws that have been through this that I can rely on for advice. Most importantly I have a Heavenly Father who help me guide my children to safety. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-488966738871068087?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/488966738871068087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=488966738871068087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/488966738871068087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/488966738871068087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/something-scarey-this-way-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/TAVMvji0U1I/AAAAAAAAAy0/0K8xIZ7vTcg/s72-c/vms106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-826310981022744673</id><published>2010-05-27T15:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T15:33:13.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just a thought or two...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today a friend of mine shared two thoughts with me.  I LOVED them, and wanted to share them with you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#1 thought...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"It is said an Eastern monarch once charged his wise men to invent him a sentence to be ever in view, and which should be true and appropriate in all times and all situations.  They presented him the words: "And this, too, shall pass away.""&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Abraham Lincoln&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I loved this thought.  In times that seem especially difficult it seems as though the time has slowed down, and that I am stuck and will never be able to dig myself out.  But everything does pass away, and eventually things will get better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#2 thought...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"When you feel like giving up, remember why you held on for so long in the first place."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Unkown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This needs no explanation!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you Aubrey for sharing these two amazing thoughts.  I needed them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-826310981022744673?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/826310981022744673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=826310981022744673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/826310981022744673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/826310981022744673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-thought-or-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-5866167826024129384</id><published>2010-05-26T22:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T07:30:44.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To whom it may concern...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lately it seems like too many people that I LOVE with all my heart are faced with intense trials and challenges. I wish I could do or say something to make everything go away, or vanish into thin air. I wish I had that power, but I don't! I am so sorry!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know this won't mean much, or even really help! But I love you and I continue to pray each and every day for the well being of those I love! I pray that you will find peace and strength in Heavenly Father. I pray that you will find peace with in yourself, and I pray that you will know how grateful I am to have you in my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am not going to name names. But you know who you are! And though I don't call as often as I should, and I am not the best sister/friend that I should be, I truly do thank Heavenly Father for you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Be strong, be brave, and endure to the end. The Lord knows your needs, He knows your heart, He knows how to bless you, and most importantly He knows &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; and He loves &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-5866167826024129384?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5866167826024129384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=5866167826024129384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/5866167826024129384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/5866167826024129384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-whom-it-may-concern.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-6524694167928034667</id><published>2010-05-24T09:46:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:45:45.655-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Listening...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday in primary we learned about the Holy Ghost and how we can recognize the still small voice, and how as long as we are "plugged in" or in tune, we will be able to feel and hear the Holy Ghost direct us and keep us safe. As I was talking to the children I remembered times in my life that I have been guided and directed by the Holy Ghost and it made me realize that as of late I have been slacking. My Scriptrue study and personal prayers have been spotty at best. I have found myself saying, "I will do it in a minute" or "I am to tired, I will do it in the morning", or (this one is embarassing) not kneeling to say my prayers. I haven't been in tune like I should be. In turn I haven't been as receptive to the promptings of the Holy Ghost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I got home, I was reflecting on the things I taught, I realized that The Lord had planned for me to teach this lesson so that I could re-group and re-dedicate myself to my scripture studies, and my personal prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so grateful that I can have these experiences and that I can recognize and learn from them. I am grateful that The Lord cares for me, and that he will never give up on me, even when I give up on myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am grateful for the Gift of The Holy Ghost. There have been so many times in my life that I have felt His guidance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't imagine my life without the gospel. It is such a comfort to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am especially grateful that I have been given the opportunity to serve in the primary. I learn so much each and every week. The children teach me unconditional love, and help me to feel the pure love of Christ. I am grateful for the women I have the priveldge of serving in the presidency with, for their amazing strength, their continual dedication, and their beautiful testimonies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am truly blessed beyond measure, probably more than I deserve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I wouldn't be where I am today if I had not listened to the Holy Ghost to kneel in humble prayer, submit to the Lord's will and allow the Lord to guide me. I know we were lead to Vernal as part of the plan Heavenly Father has for me and my family. I am so grateful that I listened to that prompting. I love Vernal, I love the friends I have made here, and I love that my family is happy. I haven't ever regreted moving here, because I submitted to the Lord's will knowing that he would bless and watch over us. And though I miss my family with all my heart I know that I won't be away from them forever, because the Lord has promised that we can be together forever!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-6524694167928034667?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6524694167928034667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=6524694167928034667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6524694167928034667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6524694167928034667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/listening.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-6930170231909025058</id><published>2010-05-18T22:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T22:59:08.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ah Ha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S_NuLn02dTI/AAAAAAAAAys/umOvpB-sBx8/s1600/piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472839118133556530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S_NuLn02dTI/AAAAAAAAAys/umOvpB-sBx8/s320/piano.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the little fart that has been eating my tomoto plants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we were watering the garden Grant noticed it's tracks.  Then the little stinker came back for seconds.  Luckily we were outside when he returned and hopefully we scared him away.  But just to make sure we sprayed all our plants with garlic water.  That ought to do the trick.  If not, I guess we will bring out the big guns!  And by big guns I mean deer repelent.  Don't worry I wouldn't shoot it.  At least not until deer season! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-6930170231909025058?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6930170231909025058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=6930170231909025058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6930170231909025058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6930170231909025058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/ah-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S_NuLn02dTI/AAAAAAAAAys/umOvpB-sBx8/s72-c/piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-1912585905810130812</id><published>2010-05-18T13:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T14:04:06.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gardening...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S_LxHHcVyUI/AAAAAAAAAyk/SF7dvVuEYS0/s1600/tomatogardencages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472701601767868738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S_LxHHcVyUI/AAAAAAAAAyk/SF7dvVuEYS0/s320/tomatogardencages.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love to garden.  Or at least I am learning to love it!  My plants are coming in nicely and the and the weather is finally cooperating. &lt;br /&gt;The only problem I am having is the stinking animals.  I have a skunk, a racoon, a couple thousand cats, a couple rogue dogs, a coyote, a few field mice, and a possible deer or two.  I have sprayed my plants with garlic water, and soap water, but it isn't working as a deterant for what ever animal is nibbeling in my tomato leaves.   If you know a miracle cure for keeping the wildlife out of my garden I would love to hear it!  I want my garden to produce nice, juicy, plump veggies, and my furry little friends are making it hard for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-1912585905810130812?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1912585905810130812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=1912585905810130812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1912585905810130812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1912585905810130812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/gardening.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S_LxHHcVyUI/AAAAAAAAAyk/SF7dvVuEYS0/s72-c/tomatogardencages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-4317723991804903209</id><published>2010-05-10T15:17:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T16:01:47.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garden's, and Grass, and Chickens, Oh my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have been a busy little family. Since April we have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Planted grass...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S-h4i4xlRPI/AAAAAAAAAx0/nvKxtey6HUo/s1600/hair+cut+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469754288192701682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S-h4i4xlRPI/AAAAAAAAAx0/nvKxtey6HUo/s200/hair+cut+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Planted a garden...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469755178247444066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S-h5WsfK1mI/AAAAAAAAAx8/bT-bl9gh5IQ/s200/hair+cut+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We bought chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469762404628484626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S-h_7U2q0hI/AAAAAAAAAyM/mHn8o2u9LaY/s200/hair+cut+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Disclaimer...these are not our chickens. We have bought our chicken's but they have not arrived yet, but hopefully they should be here this Wednesday or Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's been an adventure, but it's been fun! We are very excited to have a grass (FINALLY). The boys aren't very excited about the garden. Mostly because we turned it over to them to weed, water, and tend. However, they are excited for the chickens. I am too. We have meat chickens and egg layers. I am not sure what we are thinking! We will see how well it works!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-4317723991804903209?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4317723991804903209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=4317723991804903209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/4317723991804903209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/4317723991804903209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/gardens-and-grass-and-chickens-oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S-h4i4xlRPI/AAAAAAAAAx0/nvKxtey6HUo/s72-c/hair+cut+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-760645095665776935</id><published>2010-05-10T15:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T15:17:12.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What's wrong with this picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S-h3Y0SMSJI/AAAAAAAAAxs/kz5krjtlDUA/s1600/hair+cut+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469753015676979346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S-h3Y0SMSJI/AAAAAAAAAxs/kz5krjtlDUA/s400/hair+cut+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't know why I even try?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-760645095665776935?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/760645095665776935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=760645095665776935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/760645095665776935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/760645095665776935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-wrong-with-this-picture-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S-h3Y0SMSJI/AAAAAAAAAxs/kz5krjtlDUA/s72-c/hair+cut+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-7505516390591055433</id><published>2010-04-28T11:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T12:06:48.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling all sisters...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dear Marissa, Amy, Mari, and Aly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;UPDATE YOUR BLOGS!!!! Ok? Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Love Always, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Lizz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;Dear Jerrica, Stephanie, Suzanne, and Aleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Good job for keeping yours updated. You deserve a BIG high five!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love your favorite sister-in-law,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lizz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-7505516390591055433?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7505516390591055433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=7505516390591055433' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/7505516390591055433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/7505516390591055433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/calling-all-sisters.html' title='Calling all sisters...'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-1817852466197751226</id><published>2010-04-21T21:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:34:26.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>As American as apple pie...</title><content type='html'>I know, I post a lot about food. What can I say? I LOVE TO COOK!!! So with that being said, I present my newest culinary adventure. Apple pie with a lattice top! Beautiful isn't it! It was a joint effort really. Between me and Marissa, I think we make the worlds best apple pie!!! And we don't even live in the same state. How's that for culinary genius's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uncooked...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S8_AfEQmWZI/AAAAAAAAAxc/5r3plZ8oL44/s1600/hair+cut+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462796512975542674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S8_AfEQmWZI/AAAAAAAAAxc/5r3plZ8oL44/s200/hair+cut+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cooked...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S8_AeVAeqHI/AAAAAAAAAxU/ALlboYcJkvg/s1600/hair+cut+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462796500291463282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S8_AeVAeqHI/AAAAAAAAAxU/ALlboYcJkvg/s200/hair+cut+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All gone...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462799210883222018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S8_C8Gv6igI/AAAAAAAAAxk/zsvn7zUjUcQ/s200/hair+cut+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yum...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-1817852466197751226?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1817852466197751226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=1817852466197751226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1817852466197751226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1817852466197751226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/as-american-as-apple-pie.html' title='As American as apple pie...'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S8_AfEQmWZI/AAAAAAAAAxc/5r3plZ8oL44/s72-c/hair+cut+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-6479044091680045474</id><published>2010-04-15T18:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T19:02:45.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This little piggy had pigs in a blanket...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S8e2iaM2ZkI/AAAAAAAAAw8/3ZxRVnRGxP0/s1600/hair+cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460533775475041858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S8e2iaM2ZkI/AAAAAAAAAw8/3ZxRVnRGxP0/s200/hair+cut.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dinner at my house is not the most exctiting time of the day. My children (not including Grant) are extremely picky little eaters. I struggle to to find food that they will eat, that isn't corn dogs, mac and cheese, or grilled cheese sandwiches. &lt;div&gt;Last night I found a winner (I hope). And because I am so excited I am sharing it with you.&lt;br /&gt;I have made pigs in a blanket more than a few times and my kids have never really enjoyed them. They pick out the hot dog, or they eat the bread, or sometimes just stare at them. So yesterday as I was thinking about what to make for dinner, I thought I would try again. Except this time I used the boys favorite bread recipe and cheese stuffed hot dogs. I don't know why I didn't think of this sooner. For the first time in a really long time Jayce and Alek ate dinner (all of it) without complaining. I even served pea's with it and they ate them. I don't know maybe it was just a fluke, maybe the stars were aligned just right , or maybe it was the moon phase, who know's! I am holding out hope though that I have found a dinner that I can make often and that my kids will enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-6479044091680045474?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6479044091680045474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=6479044091680045474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6479044091680045474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6479044091680045474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-little-piggy-had-pigs-in-blanket.html' title='This little piggy had pigs in a blanket...'/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S8e2iaM2ZkI/AAAAAAAAAw8/3ZxRVnRGxP0/s72-c/hair+cut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-4700134187508731456</id><published>2010-03-30T10:47:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T11:44:10.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Diary of a whimpy kid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S7I38eVeX0I/AAAAAAAAAww/BrGWYriOnQU/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454483610773905218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S7I38eVeX0I/AAAAAAAAAww/BrGWYriOnQU/s200/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few months ago Grant and I took the boys to see Percy Jackson and the Olympians, the lightning theif. During the previews we saw the trailer for "Diary of a whimpy kid", my kids MOST favorite book of all time. They have read each book about 5 times, and have traded back and forth with about 4 other boys. So, as soon as they saw the preview they started making plans. They invited all of their friends, earned the money, and arranged the carpool.&lt;br /&gt;When, the day arrived two of the boys were a little bit sick. One of them being Alek. Both boys toatlly pretended not to be sick. I never thought I would see the day that one of my kids "pretended" to be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the day came and all the boys were out of control and excited. It made me giggle. I was the carpool, so I got to take the boys to the theatre, buy the popcorn and drinks, and get them situated in their seats. As soon as I did all of that both Jayce and Alek looked at me and said "bye mom". Ok, so I guess it was a good thing I didn't buy me a ticket, I wasn't really invited. It was fun to see them sitting there with all of their friends, teasing, laughing and having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;When I picked them up, they had huge smiles on their faces, and were repeating whatever parts of the movie they could remember. The drive home was VERY loud and full of laughing boys. Totally worth it!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-4700134187508731456?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4700134187508731456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=4700134187508731456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/4700134187508731456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/4700134187508731456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/diary-of-whimpy-kid.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S7I38eVeX0I/AAAAAAAAAww/BrGWYriOnQU/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-6533066124604932178</id><published>2010-03-28T17:02:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:39:13.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S6_o_righhI/AAAAAAAAAwY/c8Cffhr5bus/s1600/hair+cut+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S6_o_righhI/AAAAAAAAAwY/c8Cffhr5bus/s1600/hair+cut+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S6_o_righhI/AAAAAAAAAwY/c8Cffhr5bus/s1600/hair+cut+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S6_o_righhI/AAAAAAAAAwY/c8Cffhr5bus/s1600/hair+cut+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S6_o_righhI/AAAAAAAAAwY/c8Cffhr5bus/s1600/hair+cut+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; 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      The video game Vs. The haircut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sweet Jayce loves to grow his hair long. He says it's because his hair is curly and he like his curls. I honestly think it's because he likes to torment me. He thinks it's funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ask him all the time if he is ready for me to cut his hair. He always smiles and tells me "nope". So the other day Alek got a video game that he has been working really hard to earn. Jayce was devastated and started bartering with me. He offered to clean my house, scrub my floors, take out the trash, and so on. I refused all of his offers, and explained to him that he should have started trying to earn his game sooner. He sat there for a few minutes then looked and me smiled (Mari) and said...I will let you cut my hair! So of course I jumped at the offer. And now Jayce has short hair. I actually felt a little bit bad. But he looks so handsome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-6533066124604932178?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6533066124604932178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=6533066124604932178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6533066124604932178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6533066124604932178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/great-clips-my-sweet-jayce-loves-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S6_o_Kx2maI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/G0tCIrn4PXs/s72-c/hair+cut+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-2396118967607872960</id><published>2010-03-22T08:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T08:56:53.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandpa Holyoak &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last night Aly sent everyone in my family a message via facebook! In her message she recapped an experience she had during church earlier in the day. It is such a sweet story. I am re-posting the message so that everyone that I know (or that reads my blog) will know what kind of family I come from and everyone will know that I am proud to be my grandpa's grandaughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey Family,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had a cool experience today and I thought I would share it with everyone! Today I was sitting in sunday school and we were talking about missionary work. The teacher asked if there were any converts in the group who were "self converts". Meaning they went out and investigated the church themselves. One of the kids raised his hands and this is the story he told. I will try to remember it as close to how he told it. He, himself, is not a self convert, but his mom was. She grew up in Utah. When she was about 13 or 14 years old she was reading a teen beat magazine (or something of the type) and read an article about Donny and Marie Osmond. In the article in mentioned they were Mormons. She went to her grandma, who was raising her at the time, and asked what Mormons were. Her grandma told her to stay away from Mormons. Her being a 14 year old did the exact opposite as her grandma said. She knew her band teacher was a Mormon and had a close relationship with him, so she went and asked what Mormon's believe. He gave her a Book of Mormon and told her to read it. After she read it, he had the missionaries go to her house and give her the discussions and she was then baptized. After he told the story he mentioned that his mom still has a picture of herself and this teacher hanging up in the house and tells everyone "That's Mr. Holyoak, the man who changed my life." Turns out that man was grandpa. What a small world, eh??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Afterword I went up to the kid who told the story and told him that's my Grandpa and he got teary eyed and told me how excited he was to tell his mom he'd met Mr. Holyoak's grand daughter. I'm stupid and didn't even ask what his mom's name is. I'll ask him next week at church. His whole family lives here in Orlando now. Just thought I would share the story with you. I thought it was pretty awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know this story won't have the same affect on you as it did on me and my family.   But I wanted to share with all of you the pride and love that I felt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was very close to my grandpa and I love him sooo very much! It's amazing to think that my grandpa had that kind of impact on somebody's life (Although it doesn't surprise me).  I am sure this is only one of many stories about him.  He was an amazing man, and I miss him everyday. Heaven is lucky to have such a great man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you Aly for doing what is right and being in church so that you could share this story with our family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-2396118967607872960?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2396118967607872960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=2396118967607872960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/2396118967607872960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/2396118967607872960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/grandpa-holyoak-1933-2006-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-1890477554840498081</id><published>2010-03-11T15:46:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:49:30.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S5lzApqhxsI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Y6UXRtJ3ZmY/s1600-h/piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 107px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447511679302747842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S5lzApqhxsI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Y6UXRtJ3ZmY/s400/piano.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can fly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peter Pan is one of my most favorite Disney cartoons. I think because it reminds me of my mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I was little my mom was a cross guard. While she would escort the children back and forth across the road Chris and I would wait in the car. My mom bought disney books on tape to listen to while we waited for her. The two tapes I remember are The rescuer, and Peter Pan. Ever since then everytime I hear the song "you can fly", I think of my mom and all that she has done for me. I think of the times that I got to just hang out with my mom and be her "little girl". I miss those days. I remember the way I felt, the way the car smelled, and the way the air felt outside. When I hear or watch Peter Pan, all of these feelings come rushing over me and somedays I wish I was still a little girl sitting in the car listening to Peter Pan, waiting for my mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I had to chose a moment in time to be stuck in, this time of my life would be on my top 10 list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You Can Fly! You Can Fly! You Can Fly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think of a wonderful thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any merry little thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think of Christmas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;think of snow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think of sleigh bells-Off you go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a reindeer in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can fly! You can fly! You can fly! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of the happiest things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the same as having wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take the path that moonbeams make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If the moon is still awake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll see him wink his eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can fly! You can fly! You can fly! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up you go with a high and ho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to the starsBeyond the blue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a Never land waiting for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where all your happy dreams come true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every dream that you wish will come true &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's a smile in your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's no better time to start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think of all the joy you'll find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you leave the world behind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And bid your cares goodbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can fly! You can fly! You can fly! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-1890477554840498081?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1890477554840498081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=1890477554840498081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1890477554840498081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1890477554840498081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-can-fly.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S5lzApqhxsI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Y6UXRtJ3ZmY/s72-c/piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-1752785678509258129</id><published>2010-03-05T21:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:07:32.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S5HcSqOiMXI/AAAAAAAAAwA/LAZlL-nysqY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 119px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445375637598646642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S5HcSqOiMXI/AAAAAAAAAwA/LAZlL-nysqY/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;A little bit of everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This week has been quite the week.  Sunday night I started feeling a little sick and by Monday morning I was out and out sick!  It started in my chest and moved to my ears, nose, and throat.  Wednesday afternoon my left ear decided to plug up and I couldn't hear anything.  So, I decided to go see the Doctor.  I HATE the doctor!!!  They scare me to death!!!!  So admitting that I needed to go was hard for me.  But I went, and boy am I glad I did!  While at the doctors office they did the normal tests, temperature, blood pressure, oxygen, and so on.  When the doctor came in and asked me what was going I told him my ear was driving me crazy.  He looked at me kind of confused and said "is that all?"  So I said, "well I have a cold, but Ya, that's it!"  He looked at me again and said, "um, you are very sick!" Your blood pressure is through the roof, you have a fever, and your oxygen level is at 84.  He then proceeded to check out my ears, nose, throat, and lungs.  Come to find out I have bronchitis, a sinus infection, two ear infections, fluid behind my left ear, and a little bit of fluid on my lungs.  I was a little shocked to say the least!  I just thought I had a cold.  He gave me a shot (one of the reason's I am afraid doctors), gave me a breathing treatment to get my oxygen levels back to normal (it was actually four before I got to an acceptable level), a decongestant, cough medicine, an inhaler, and a few other things I can't quite remember.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now that it has been a few hours and all the meds have started kicking in, I feel much better.  I didn't realize that I felt so crappy.  Thank goodness for my plugged up ear.  I still get to see the doctor one or two more times to monitor the fluid in my lungs and ears to make sure they don't become a problem, but for the most part I think I am out of the woods, and I didn't even know I was in them!&lt;br /&gt;I am very thankful that nobody in my family has shown any symptoms.  I have them taking vitamin C every hour and drinking lots of water.  Hopefully they will stay healthy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-1752785678509258129?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1752785678509258129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=1752785678509258129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1752785678509258129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1752785678509258129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-bit-of-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S5HcSqOiMXI/AAAAAAAAAwA/LAZlL-nysqY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-4729663230911936432</id><published>2010-02-23T12:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T12:47:58.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unsolved Mysteries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This post is about unsolved mysteries. The re-enactments and special effects are actual eyewitness accounts. What you are about to read is not a news broadcast.&lt;br /&gt;Strange things have been happening at my house!  At first I thought I was crazy, but as time goes on I have come to realize that I am not crazy.   Things just happen with no explanation and no one in my house has any knowledge of how these things happened.&lt;br /&gt;Below are a few examples of what has been happening...&lt;br /&gt;*The lid on the milk jug...when I put the milk in the fridge it always has a lid on it.  However, from time to time when I pull it out of the fridge the lid is missing. &lt;br /&gt;*Some how the roll of toilet paper is ALWAYS falling off it's holder and ends up on the cupboard.  But no one has any recollection of when or how it happened.&lt;br /&gt;*The ice cube trays...always empty!  But if you ask the people in the household they just filled them up.  Weird!&lt;br /&gt;*The garbage.  The garbage can seems to be full most of the time, but Jayce and Alek SWEAR they JUST took it out.  Strange!&lt;br /&gt;*An empty bag of potato chips.  But nobody ate them!&lt;br /&gt;*Just the other day I had five dollars sitting on my dresser.  Today it's gone, but nobody remembers seeing it or has any idea where it might have gone.&lt;br /&gt;*Jayce and Alek's room is almost always messy.  But they tell me daily that it wasn't them or that they JUST cleaned it. &lt;br /&gt;*There is always toothpaste stuck to the sink and all over the counter.  But nobody brushes their teeth in that bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;*The laundry always ends up on the floor, but I know my family ALWAYS puts their dirty clothes in the hamper.  They tell me so!&lt;br /&gt;These (among many others) are baffeling mysteries!  I am trying to get to the bottom of what's happening in my home.  If any of you have any have any information that can help please contact me.  Your name will remain anonymous.  Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-4729663230911936432?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4729663230911936432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=4729663230911936432' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/4729663230911936432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/4729663230911936432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/unsolved-mysteries-this-post-is-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-6058038421939821298</id><published>2010-02-15T09:38:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T15:17:25.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S3l5wRAIgBI/AAAAAAAAAv4/gsX5c-elRJY/s1600-h/winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438511895131226130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S3l5wRAIgBI/AAAAAAAAAv4/gsX5c-elRJY/s400/winter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Winter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know, I know!!! I have complained incessantly about this years winter. I have hated every minute of it! Ok well, maybe not every minute. I have had my fair share of fun! That is why I have decided to write a formal apology to winter! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WINTER, I am Sorry! Please forgive me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you mean well, and that you are just doing your job. And I know you bring so many wonderful things each and every year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such as, water, white christmas's, beautiful white capped mountains, a reason to wear sweatshirts and cute socks, thanksgiving, a new year, making new goals, sledding, skiing, hot chocolate, lots of holidays, snuggeling with my husband to stay warm, and so much more that I can't think of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am done complaining about you winter, it has only made you linger longer. I know you too want a rest. I have counted down the seconds and days you will come to an end. And now that we are just about there I am actually a little bit sad to have you leave. I know, make up my mind already! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoa, now don't get me wrong, I am still majorly excited for spring. It's just that I can probably savor what's left of you, winter, and make the best of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can we still be friends? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you live in Salt Lake where there is NO snow, and the weather is in the 40's, and you are a little confused. Yes, Vernal is still very much a winter wonderland. If you miss the butt freezing cold, and snow, come visit me! I would love to share with you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy rest of the winter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-6058038421939821298?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6058038421939821298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=6058038421939821298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6058038421939821298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6058038421939821298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S3l5wRAIgBI/AAAAAAAAAv4/gsX5c-elRJY/s72-c/winter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-1795426548584785513</id><published>2010-02-09T21:02:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:03:05.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S3Iwca-nuoI/AAAAAAAAAvg/1dRRNxQre0s/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436460965026052738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S3Iwca-nuoI/AAAAAAAAAvg/1dRRNxQre0s/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A crazy little thing called love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aristotle once said "Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anybody who has been in love knows that Aristotle is a wise man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life without love would be...well I can't even imagine what life would be without it. Nor do I want to! &lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436461353222217586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S3IwzBHzH3I/AAAAAAAAAvo/m9tkD6U89O4/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Valentines Day right around the corner I thought I would take just a minute to list a few reasons why I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the way he smiles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when he dances around the house like a fool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; how he tries to be macho, but he really isn't!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that he laughs at my jokes, even when they are dumb just to make me feel good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the way he smells after a shower!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; how hard he works!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; his blue eyes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; his hands!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; how he makes me laugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when he hugs me and kisses my neck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LOVE GRANT!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Gravitation can not be held responsible for people falling in love.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Valentines Day everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-1795426548584785513?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1795426548584785513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=1795426548584785513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1795426548584785513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1795426548584785513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/crazy-little-thing-called-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S3Iwca-nuoI/AAAAAAAAAvg/1dRRNxQre0s/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-4532824904194554520</id><published>2010-02-03T12:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T12:45:57.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S2nNdRpp0hI/AAAAAAAAAvY/rFr0cZOl_0Y/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434100328237224466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S2nNdRpp0hI/AAAAAAAAAvY/rFr0cZOl_0Y/s200/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S2nNXuu1TGI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Op5BTh-4qMU/s1600-h/51bn3-PEHRL__SL500_AA280_PIbundle-6,TopRight,0,0_AA280_SH20_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 80px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 80px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434100232964361314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S2nNXuu1TGI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Op5BTh-4qMU/s200/51bn3-PEHRL__SL500_AA280_PIbundle-6,TopRight,0,0_AA280_SH20_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Mmmm, it's always better when we are together..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goldfish have always been a snack favorite for me. And cream cheese is always a crowd pleaser. However, I didn't ever think to put them together until recently. My friend Rachel was telling me one day how her family likes to dip goldfish crackers in cream cheese. At first I wasn't interested at all! Then one night I was in desperate need of a snack. Nothing sounded good, then I remembered Rachel's little concotion. I decided to give it a try. Oh boy am I glad I did. Goldfish and cream cheese is now my favorite snack. Just soften your cream cheese a little in the microwave then start dipping your crackers. I prefer thecheddar cheese flavor blasted goldfish, but really any flavor is good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trust me, this is really is good. My kids love it, the kids I take care of love it, and I love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the snack that smiles back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-4532824904194554520?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4532824904194554520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=4532824904194554520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/4532824904194554520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/4532824904194554520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/mmmm-its-always-better-when-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S2nNdRpp0hI/AAAAAAAAAvY/rFr0cZOl_0Y/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-4147969327819014272</id><published>2010-01-26T12:23:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T12:47:40.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Braveness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you know me, you know I am a huge chicken when it comes to cutting my hair. I never now what to expect and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hate thinking that it won't turn out the way I want. Last night I went to get my hair trimmed. Just two inches off the ends please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is what I ended up with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431136271233044994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S19Fqc2V0gI/AAAAAAAAAvE/3BTRfm09aYM/s200/hair+cut+002.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8 inches cut off with layers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yep, I did it! I was going to wait &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for Aly to get home from Florida, but I decided to just go for it. I am glad I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431132517986564194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S19CP-6peGI/AAAAAAAAAu0/0qeDsFteyC4/s200/hair+cut+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-4147969327819014272?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4147969327819014272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=4147969327819014272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/4147969327819014272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/4147969327819014272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/braveness.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S19Fqc2V0gI/AAAAAAAAAvE/3BTRfm09aYM/s72-c/hair+cut+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-1066069109584731540</id><published>2010-01-25T14:45:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:45:01.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S14TB3r48SI/AAAAAAAAAuc/EQfZzH49iQU/s1600-h/107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430799123504230690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S14TB3r48SI/AAAAAAAAAuc/EQfZzH49iQU/s200/107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S14TBWPZayI/AAAAAAAAAuU/LY9vSaSe3A0/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430799114526354210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S14TBWPZayI/AAAAAAAAAuU/LY9vSaSe3A0/s200/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pete and Becky...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am grateful for a number of things. But at the moment I am especailly grateful to my mother and father in law! The past few months we have been trying to sell our home in Sandy, all the while living in Vernal. The task proved to be dang near impossible. So my mother in law showed the home for us and my father in law winterized it for us so that we wouldn't have frozen pipes or any other winter related problems. I can't thank them enough for all the hard work they put into our home in behalf of our family. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! We love you and are grateful for all you have done, and continue to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-1066069109584731540?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1066069109584731540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=1066069109584731540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1066069109584731540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1066069109584731540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S14TB3r48SI/AAAAAAAAAuc/EQfZzH49iQU/s72-c/107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-6902465725475331616</id><published>2010-01-25T09:46:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:02:28.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S13L1ZU1oAI/AAAAAAAAAuM/6tPCYWZDrAs/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430720843870478338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S13L1ZU1oAI/AAAAAAAAAuM/6tPCYWZDrAs/s320/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Family Dinner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grant and I took the boys out to dinner Saturday night. As we were waiting for our dinner we took the opportunity to talk to the boys about life, what their expectations are, and goals they have made. Alek said to me, I just want to make you proud mom. You don't have to worry about me doing "bad" things. I promise I won't! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you can imagine I was happy and relieved to hear him say this. But what made me even happier was that my 11 year old son has already made the decision to live his life in accordance to what he is being taught. He has promised to himself, his parents, and his Heavenly Father to keep the word of wisdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I read somewhere about a church leader (sorry I can't remember where I read it or who the leader was) that made the decision not to break the word of wisdom at a very young age. He prayed and promised Heavenly Father that he would keep his promise no matter how difficult it may be. Through out his life his promise was put to the test. But he never faltered. And as time went on it got easier and easier for him to just say "no thank you" and found that that was a sufficient answer. Nobody ever questioned his reply and he never offered any more detail. He never broke his promise. This story came to my mind when I was talking to Alek. I know Alek and I know he is tough! He has already made the decision to not do drugs, to not drink alcohol, to serve a mission, and to get married in the temple. He knows his Heavenly Father loves him and he knows Grant and I love him and will support him and help him achieve his goals. It won't be easy for him, but I know he can do it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am proud of both my boys. They are an amazing example to me of Christ like love. They are kind to everyone and treat everybody with respect and love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jayce and Alek are meant to do great things in this life. You wait and see! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't express in words how grateful I am to have been blessed with such an amazing husband and two wonderful children. My life couldn't be any more perfect! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-6902465725475331616?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6902465725475331616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=6902465725475331616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6902465725475331616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6902465725475331616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/famiy-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S13L1ZU1oAI/AAAAAAAAAuM/6tPCYWZDrAs/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-3559965934950184865</id><published>2010-01-18T09:08:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:06:28.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Wise man (women) once said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day my friend Jennifer told me she found an amazing saying that changed the way she thought and acted. The next day she texted it to me, it said, "There is no way to happiness, Happiness is the way" My thought was, "wow, that is so true." But didn't give it any real thought. Then on Sunday as I was chatting with the Bishop (Jennifer's husband) he said "can I give you a thought to ponder?" Guess what thought he gave me? Yep, the same one. To top it off, when I was watching The Early Show this morning, believe it or not they were giving people tips on how to be happy. I think someone is trying to tell me something!&lt;br /&gt;I am generally a happy person. There isn't a whole lot in this world that can get me down. However, I have my moments. I choose to be upset over silly little things and I choose to let those silly little things decide my attitude and mood for that day or (if my family is lucky) the week . So, I am pretty sure that I am being told by the powers above to change my attitude and be happy ALL the time, not just most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;How can I achieve happiness all the time? Especially when things don't go the way I think they should?&lt;br /&gt;Here is a simple guide that I have come up with to help me:&lt;br /&gt;* Be optimistic&lt;br /&gt;* Follow my gut&lt;br /&gt;* stay close to my friends and family&lt;br /&gt;* think happy thoughts&lt;br /&gt;* smile&lt;br /&gt;* don't take things to heart&lt;br /&gt;* practice acts of kindness&lt;br /&gt;* practice forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;* love myself&lt;br /&gt;* relax and do what I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;* BE GRATEFUL!!!&lt;br /&gt;* Most importantly, Remember that I am a Child of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jared passed away, the Elders Quorum President in our ward gave me a book by John Bytheway. The title of the book is "How to be totally miserable" It is a wonderful book full of thoughts and wisdom from prophets, and church leaders. My most favorite quote is found in this book. It is quoted from President Hinckley "Generally speaking, the most miserable people I know are those who are obsessed with themselves; the happiest people I know are those who lose themselves in the service of others...By and large, I have come to see that if we complain about life, it is because we are only thinking of ourselves."&lt;br /&gt;What comes to your mind when you read that? What came to my mind was "ouch". I must not be losing myself in service if President Hinckley's quote stung a little. I don't want to be miserable. I love to be happy, and love to help others. I have been given the tools. Now all I need to do is "Just Do It!" as President Kimball has told us!&lt;br /&gt;It is true, "there is no way to happiness" but there are a few things we can do each day, and every moment of our lives to help us remember that "happiness is the way".&lt;br /&gt;I am choosing to be happy! Take it or leave it! This is me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-3559965934950184865?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3559965934950184865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=3559965934950184865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/3559965934950184865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/3559965934950184865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/wise-man-women-once-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-6269361122427420256</id><published>2010-01-17T20:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:19:31.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S1Pci_s_mxI/AAAAAAAAAuE/S2XSS2HpkCQ/s1600-h/DSC00848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S1Pci_s_mxI/AAAAAAAAAuE/S2XSS2HpkCQ/s320/DSC00848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427924469685394194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday...&lt;br /&gt;I have the most fantastic, perfect husband.  I am so thankful for the hard work he does in behalf of our family.&lt;br /&gt;Today we celebrated his birthday!  He started the day off by speaking with a high council member in another ward at 9:00 this morning.  Then we went to church, after church we had a meeting, then had another meeting, and then, yes, had another meeting.  We didn't get home until around 5:30.  (I was thankful that I was in the same meetings so that we could spend some time together.) When we got home we had the most delicious steaks, with baked potatoes, and green beans, topped off with better than...anything cake and coconut gelato.&lt;br /&gt;I was a little worried that Grant would be upset about spending most of his birthday in meetings. When I asked him if he had a happy birthday he said it was perfect.  But then again, when does Grant EVER complain?!?!?  He's happy with pretty much anything!  I hope that he had the best birthday ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I would ever do without Grant!  I love his smile, I love his laugh, I love when he calls me "Lizzanne",  I love how he loves our boys, and how he would do ANYTHING for them, I love that he tries to be the tough guy, but in reality he's just a big softy.   To sum it up...Grant = the perfect man!!!  I am so lucky!!!  I love you Mr. Schiess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-6269361122427420256?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6269361122427420256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=6269361122427420256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6269361122427420256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6269361122427420256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S1Pci_s_mxI/AAAAAAAAAuE/S2XSS2HpkCQ/s72-c/DSC00848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-2049286988669534039</id><published>2010-01-12T20:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:49:30.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S01ATX26D6I/AAAAAAAAAt8/ct64j1RKzr0/s1600-h/piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426063827617320866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S01ATX26D6I/AAAAAAAAAt8/ct64j1RKzr0/s200/piano.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Starting something new...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I gave my first ever piano lesson.  I was terrified and nervous.  My student is a little bit advanced and I am not sure that I can do him any good.  But I enjoyed it and I have two more students on Thursday that are total beginners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am grateful that I have a talent that I am able to share with others, and I am grateful that I can make a little extra money on the side.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-2049286988669534039?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2049286988669534039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=2049286988669534039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/2049286988669534039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/2049286988669534039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/starting-something-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/S01ATX26D6I/AAAAAAAAAt8/ct64j1RKzr0/s72-c/piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-7987300935920035289</id><published>2010-01-05T21:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:30:06.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This that and everything in between...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So with the holidays and everything going on I haven't had the time to update my blog. And now that I have time there is to much to post. Therefore I have decided to compose a little slide show of all our recent events. And just so there isn't any confusion, I will sum it all up for you with a short little blurb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Christmas was awesome, even though I forgot to take pictures. We had an incredible Christmas eve dinner (if I do say so myself). I got couches that I am very proud of, the boys got a new tent, and Grant got a bed (which of course we share). My family came to visit just after Christmas, we went shooting, ate lots of food and played. Then two days later we packed up and headed to St. George where we spent New Years eve and the next two days shopping, visiting all the church sights, playing with Jerrica and James, going to the movies, and of course eating out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now we are back to reality. The boys are back in school, Grant's back to work, and I am STILL trying to get my house cleaned up, and I am not having much luck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There you have it, our holidays in a nut shell. I hope you all had a great holiday season. I am sad that it is over, but also very glad! It's bitter sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here's to 2010 being the best year yet!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5451784e7a67344e44633d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: us" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5451784e7a67344e44633d0d0a.jpg" width="386" height="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=yahoo&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" width="386" height="46" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-7987300935920035289?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7987300935920035289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=7987300935920035289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/7987300935920035289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/7987300935920035289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/make-smilebox-slideshow.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-2202661773638712611</id><published>2009-12-13T22:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:40:01.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10 Years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is a milestone for me and my family.  I still remember with great detail the events that took place on this very day 10 years ago.  My brother Jared lost his battle with cancer.  My heart still aches to hear him, or see him, even if for just one second.  I can't believe how the time has gone by so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think it would ever be possible to fill the void in my heart that Jared left when he died.  I couldn't believe that someone could leave such a void simply by not being there.  I never thought it possible to think about Jared and not break down into tears.  How can it be that I haven't seen my brother in 10 years?  Is it possible that time REALLY does heal all wounds?  NO, it isn't possible!!  Although time helps, it is not the cure.  KNOWING I will see Jared again...that's the cure!  I can't deny what I felt and how I felt the night Jared passed away.  I was so heart broken, yet I was also comforted.  I knew the Lord would never give me more than I could bare, even though at the time it seemed as though I couldn't go on.  As the days passed I realized that I wasn't the only one to have lost a loved one.  I became very aware of the Atonement, and suddenly more grateful for the Atonement. &lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for the time that I had with Jared.  I am thankful for the memories that I have and that the Lord has allowed me to hold onto them.&lt;br /&gt;Loosing my brother, to date, has been the most difficult thing that I have had to endure.  It changed my life.  But it changed me for the better.  How could anything good ever come out of loosing someone I love so much?  I have asked myself this question so many times.  I even feel a little guilty at times for being so happy.  But then again, isn't that what the Lord wants?  For us to be happy?  Even through heart ache and pain, it is possible to be happy!!!  The Lord will provide a way if you let him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, here I am.  10 years later...and HAPPY!  Who knew?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you always Jared, and I love you forever!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SyXK5QMqfLI/AAAAAAAAAqw/gyxVJrtfBkE/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414957211932327090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SyXK5QMqfLI/AAAAAAAAAqw/gyxVJrtfBkE/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-2202661773638712611?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2202661773638712611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=2202661773638712611' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/2202661773638712611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/2202661773638712611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/10-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SyXK5QMqfLI/AAAAAAAAAqw/gyxVJrtfBkE/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-2703271140466991343</id><published>2009-12-06T14:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T14:56:25.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We cut our Christmas tree down this year.  We went to Ashely National Forest and found the perfect tree, then chopped the sucker down.  Now it sits beautifully in my living room.  I love looking at it knowing that we found and cut it down.  It was a fun adventure for our family.  We thought it would be more cold than it was, to our surprise it was just right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Our friends Susan and Walter and their dog Frankie came with us and cut their tree down too.  Afterwards we went to the Flaming Gorge Lodge for hot chocolate and fries.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As far as perfect days go, this day is in my top 10!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sxwnc_9rNzI/AAAAAAAAAqc/NpXSEJbC1LI/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412244231352432434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sxwnc_9rNzI/AAAAAAAAAqc/NpXSEJbC1LI/s200/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sxwncavx22I/AAAAAAAAAqU/sIprkoorVGo/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412244221362035554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sxwncavx22I/AAAAAAAAAqU/sIprkoorVGo/s200/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SxwncGJ69gI/AAAAAAAAAqM/3w_3yzqb0Wc/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412244215834539522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SxwncGJ69gI/AAAAAAAAAqM/3w_3yzqb0Wc/s200/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sxwnbmt6N6I/AAAAAAAAAqE/H4a28DKXcZI/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412244207395551138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sxwnbmt6N6I/AAAAAAAAAqE/H4a28DKXcZI/s200/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-2703271140466991343?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2703271140466991343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=2703271140466991343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/2703271140466991343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/2703271140466991343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-tree-o-christmas-tree.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sxwnc_9rNzI/AAAAAAAAAqc/NpXSEJbC1LI/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-3944429391925473155</id><published>2009-12-06T14:13:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T14:37:11.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanksgiving...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a fantastic Thanksgiving. We saw both our families and were able to play and have fun. The food was great, and the fun, well I wish it wouldn't ever end. But sadly it did. We did play hard though, and I loved every second of it. I can't wait to do it all again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our family visited Temple Square before we left. It was so nice to see all the lights and the beautiful surroundings at Temple Square. The boys loved it, Grant hated it! But he hates big crowds, so I can't blame him, he did it with a smile on his face and even pretended to enjoy himself from time to time. It really was fun, and we were able to teach our boys and bare testimony to them of the Christmas spirit and what Christmas was really all about! I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SxwfoPBA7jI/AAAAAAAAApQ/apRSK-iJy6s/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412235628278509106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SxwfoPBA7jI/AAAAAAAAApQ/apRSK-iJy6s/s320/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SxwfnurNTcI/AAAAAAAAApI/Md9g3uD2yJs/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412235619597110722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SxwfnurNTcI/AAAAAAAAApI/Md9g3uD2yJs/s320/053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sisters...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have four sisters and I love them all to death. On Thanksgiving we were so lucky to be all together. When we get together we always laugh and giggle. Then when it comes time to leave we all boob and cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't wait to see them all again! Until then I have this picture to remind me what a bunch of goobers we are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were all making (or trying to make) beaver faces. Marissa had a hard time with this. Bless her little heart! We still love &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SxwfnRZbCUI/AAAAAAAAApA/7AjrPO9hfBg/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412235611737884994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SxwfnRZbCUI/AAAAAAAAApA/7AjrPO9hfBg/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-3944429391925473155?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3944429391925473155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=3944429391925473155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/3944429391925473155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/3944429391925473155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SxwfoPBA7jI/AAAAAAAAApQ/apRSK-iJy6s/s72-c/054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-4472142848199965810</id><published>2009-12-06T13:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T14:12:28.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; New Moon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know many of you think I am crazy, so I won't bore you with the details!  I just wanted to post some pictures of all the fun we had, which is why I enjoy it so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SxwcqQRsYBI/AAAAAAAAAog/RtL3Xl6Zs7Y/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412232364441755666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SxwcqQRsYBI/AAAAAAAAAog/RtL3Xl6Zs7Y/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SxwcqnHWbcI/AAAAAAAAAoo/eOj52zDwkPQ/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 322px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412232370572389826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SxwcqnHWbcI/AAAAAAAAAoo/eOj52zDwkPQ/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412233261615098370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SxwdeegfKgI/AAAAAAAAAo4/AtbRj39dvgo/s320/001.JPG" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SxwcrPoPgHI/AAAAAAAAAow/Eqdb-2YKI_8/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412232381447766130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SxwcrPoPgHI/AAAAAAAAAow/Eqdb-2YKI_8/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-4472142848199965810?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4472142848199965810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=4472142848199965810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/4472142848199965810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/4472142848199965810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-moon-i-know-many-of-you-think-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SxwcqQRsYBI/AAAAAAAAAog/RtL3Xl6Zs7Y/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-5507791680229411507</id><published>2009-10-29T14:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:43:15.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We shocked you all, didn't we?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sun6eq-SKAI/AAAAAAAAAnY/3vM3jtQUt6I/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398121033218795522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sun6eq-SKAI/AAAAAAAAAnY/3vM3jtQUt6I/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I can't believe it's been 15 years. Wow!!! Here's to many more just a fabulous as the past 15! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you Grant!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-5507791680229411507?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5507791680229411507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=5507791680229411507' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/5507791680229411507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/5507791680229411507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-shocked-you-all-didnt-we-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sun6eq-SKAI/AAAAAAAAAnY/3vM3jtQUt6I/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-1380993669228966515</id><published>2009-10-22T19:56:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:38:20.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Every girl needs a big brother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395612582081594338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SuERDmSaA-I/AAAAAAAAAnI/BspOgdmOtwA/s200/019.JPG" /&gt;I only have one big brother. His name is Chris, and I don't get to see him as much as I would like. I miss him, and think of him often.&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at family pictures today and realized how lucky I am to have a big brother. Especially MY big brother. Chris is a hard worker, and determined to suceed. He is a kind, patient, loving, and spiritual man. He would do anything for anyone, and would never complain. Chris reminds me of my mom, so loving and kind to everyone he meets, and always willing to share his time. I love him and I am glad that I have him to look up to. I wish we were able to see each other more, and I wish I was able to tell him more often how much I love him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-1380993669228966515?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1380993669228966515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=1380993669228966515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1380993669228966515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1380993669228966515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/big-brothers.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SuERDmSaA-I/AAAAAAAAAnI/BspOgdmOtwA/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-702394463966581549</id><published>2009-10-22T10:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T11:27:35.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SuCNLDt02II/AAAAAAAAAm4/Pl-_-6TZBRI/s1600-h/index_r1_c1_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 57px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395467574705444994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SuCNLDt02II/AAAAAAAAAm4/Pl-_-6TZBRI/s320/index_r1_c1_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Good bye Showalter Ford...Hello B.H. Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many of you may or may not know that Grant got a new job. Though we are excited, we are also very sad. Showalter Ford has been a wonderful place for Grant to work. He has made many friends and has grown as a mechanic. Unfortunatley with the current state of the economy we felt that it would be best to obtain new employment. So, with that being said, Grant will be starting his new job on Oct 26, 2009 at B.H. Inc. (I couldn't find a logo) He will still be a mechanic even though the company does electrical design, and construction. He will be working on their fleet vehicles, and lucky for him, they are ALL Fords. B.H. Inc. has been after Grant for sometime now, we struggled to make the decision because Grant has enjoyed working at Showalter Ford. After many prayers and many visits to the temple it just felt right. And to our amazment many blessings have already come our way, and it has been made known to us that Grant is where he supposed to be. Grant is still very nervous to make the change, but he knows he will be blessed because he is doing what he KNOWS the Lord wants him to do. Working for B.H. Inc. will also be nice for Grant's new calling in the Stake Young Men's presidency because he will now be getting off at 5:00 p.m., and also because the owner of the company is the 1st counselor in our Stake Presidency. What more can we ask? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-702394463966581549?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/702394463966581549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=702394463966581549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/702394463966581549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/702394463966581549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-bye-showalter-ford.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SuCNLDt02II/AAAAAAAAAm4/Pl-_-6TZBRI/s72-c/index_r1_c1_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-1245951545793794942</id><published>2009-10-20T17:36:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:58:43.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life as I know it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is about to change!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grant was just called as the 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ND&lt;/span&gt; counselor in our stakes young men's presidency. I'm not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;entirely&lt;/span&gt; sure what this new calling entails but, I know he is excited, and I know he will do a great job. Our family will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; have some adjusting to do, and we will miss him in our ward on the Sunday's he is gone. Not to mention all the meetings and other responsibilities he will now have, but we are sure proud of him, and we are happy to support him in this new adventure. I am also excited because we got to buy Grant a new suit. Something I have been trying to convince him to do for about 15 years now. I knew I would get my way eventually!&lt;br /&gt;I love my man, and&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/St5MYh7R4sI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Qu63dh7HZtQ/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394833387944010434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/St5MYh7R4sI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Qu63dh7HZtQ/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love that he is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;worthy&lt;/span&gt; priesthood holder, and that he teaches our boys by example and love. He is a great husband, my best friend, and the best dad any child could hope to have.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Grant, and good luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-1245951545793794942?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1245951545793794942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=1245951545793794942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1245951545793794942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1245951545793794942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-as-i-know-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/St5MYh7R4sI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Qu63dh7HZtQ/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-3639752499697528454</id><published>2009-09-24T17:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T17:44:23.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;This is Rachel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SrwDl4GqIkI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/dkTqnZhcSII/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385183203678626370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SrwDl4GqIkI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/dkTqnZhcSII/s200/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So, it came to my attention that when I wrote my last post about my "bee" Rachel, that most of you don't know who she is. Or why I call her my "bee" for that matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Well, let me tell you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I met Rachel 2 years ago while I was working for a property management company. I had only been living in Vernal for a short time and hadn't really met a lot of people. She and I were both managing for the same company and naturally we worked together a lot. As time went on we just kind of started hanging out and doing more together outside of work. Now, we hang out daily. We are either together or on the phone during the light hours of the day. She is my best friend and the person I tell all to. She knows everything about me and my family and can name them all one by one and hasn't really ever met any of them. She can read my mind and make me feel better when I am having a bad day. We laugh together, and we laugh at each other. I am totally blessed to have a person like Rachel in my life. She has made my transition into Vernal easy and enjoyable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Now, why do I call her my "bee"? Well, it's kind of dumb but funny to me and Rachel. One day while I was chatting with Jerrica on facebook Rachel came over. I told Jerrica I had to go because my bff was at my house. Later that evening when I got back to my facebook my conversation with Jerrica was still up. I looked at it and realized that I didn't type "bff" I had typed "bee". So now I call Rachel my "bee". I often wonder how confused Jerrica was when I told her my bee was at my house!?! Sorry Jerrica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;There it is. Now you know Rachel, and why I call her my "bee". Don't you all feel better now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-3639752499697528454?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3639752499697528454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=3639752499697528454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/3639752499697528454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/3639752499697528454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-rachel.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SrwDl4GqIkI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/dkTqnZhcSII/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-1288047848760082745</id><published>2009-09-22T16:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:23:29.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Rachel ROCKS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So as many of you know, I love making all sorts of bread and I have become pretty good at it (not to toot my horn).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today my "Bee" (Rachel) was over at my house while I was making bread for dinner, and she taught me how to braid bread.  I thought I knew how to braid bread, but her way of braiding was way different and looks so cool.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These cool little braids have cheese stuffed inside of them.  I can't wait to eat them!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I am totally excited that I learned something new.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you Rachel, you are the best "bee" ever!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384419015767079234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SrlMkSSnuUI/AAAAAAAAAmI/gWV2EOrHQiw/s200/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-1288047848760082745?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1288047848760082745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=1288047848760082745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1288047848760082745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1288047848760082745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/rachel-rocks-so-as-many-of-you-know-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SrlMkSSnuUI/AAAAAAAAAmI/gWV2EOrHQiw/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-2426572879264504019</id><published>2009-09-22T15:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:13:29.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SrlKubeaD6I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Q0vBplxxa54/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384416991007870882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SrlKubeaD6I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Q0vBplxxa54/s200/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Football, Football....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND MORE FOOTBALL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SrlJs3SxC9I/AAAAAAAAAlw/N7qFY2AYLus/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Need I say more?!?!?!?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our lives consist right now of waking up, going to school, get home from school, have a snack, do home work, go to football, come home eat dinner, take a shower, go to bed, then repeat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I LOVE FOOTBALL, but I am ready for it to be done.  Jayce and Alek have done a great job, I have enjoyed cheering them on and being a proud parent of football players, and all that comes with football, and I will be sad EVENTUALLY that they aren't doing once we are done, but for now...I am ready to hang the helmets up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SrlJt-KTubI/AAAAAAAAAl4/LiSRsioI5A8/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384415883627313586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SrlJt-KTubI/AAAAAAAAAl4/LiSRsioI5A8/s200/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SrlJs3SxC9I/AAAAAAAAAlw/N7qFY2AYLus/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SrlJs3SxC9I/AAAAAAAAAlw/N7qFY2AYLus/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SrlJs3SxC9I/AAAAAAAAAlw/N7qFY2AYLus/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SrlJs3SxC9I/AAAAAAAAAlw/N7qFY2AYLus/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-2426572879264504019?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2426572879264504019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=2426572879264504019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/2426572879264504019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/2426572879264504019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/football-football.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SrlKubeaD6I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Q0vBplxxa54/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-7630239873606298563</id><published>2009-09-22T15:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:49:22.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SrlEKKL-h9I/AAAAAAAAAlo/fZPkZNvKCT0/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384409770822109138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SrlEKKL-h9I/AAAAAAAAAlo/fZPkZNvKCT0/s200/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Only in Vernal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grant has always wanted a fire pit in our back yard. Saturday while at Wal-mart we saw a deal we couldn't pass up. So now we have a fire pit, just as Grant has always wanted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been fun so far. We spent Saturday and Sunday nights outside as a family talking and laughing around the fire while Grant taught the boys fires safety and scouting tips. I am not so sure the boys listened as much as they played, and I think we may have &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SrlEJfyuimI/AAAAAAAAAlg/-KTuGX1H_BE/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384409759441914466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SrlEJfyuimI/AAAAAAAAAlg/-KTuGX1H_BE/s200/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;worried our neighbors, but it was still fun. We are anxious to roast marshmellows and hot dogs this weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-7630239873606298563?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7630239873606298563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=7630239873606298563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/7630239873606298563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/7630239873606298563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/only-in-vernal.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SrlEKKL-h9I/AAAAAAAAAlo/fZPkZNvKCT0/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-786074724104692866</id><published>2009-09-01T10:22:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T14:40:51.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Peeps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I was sitting here today contemplating the things I could do, I had a sudden urge to call one (or all) of my sisters to hang out for the day, then I started thinking of my family and how much I missed each one of them. I began looking at pictures of them so I wouldn't miss them as much. Wouldn't you know it made it worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my family so much. I hate being so far away from them, but I know I am where the Lord wants me, that gives me peace, and somehow makes it easier to be away. I am blessed to have each one of these people as a part of my family. I can't imagine a better way to spend eternity than with this bunch of dorks! I love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. Nick, Ryan, Isabell, Jacey, and Keaton, you need to stand if front of a camera from time to time. I couldn't find ONE picture of you five. And I couldn't find a picture of Jared!  Oh well, I love you all just the same! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sp1T7el-UrI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ycVq-BWij68/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376545811439964850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sp1T7el-UrI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ycVq-BWij68/s200/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sp1SiKaVfKI/AAAAAAAAAlI/YkbST74ZC5c/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376544277014084770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sp1SiKaVfKI/AAAAAAAAAlI/YkbST74ZC5c/s200/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sp1ShUO08DI/AAAAAAAAAlA/UkJgmD5aEEc/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376544262470299698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sp1ShUO08DI/AAAAAAAAAlA/UkJgmD5aEEc/s200/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376544254963641298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sp1Sg4RGa9I/AAAAAAAAAk4/3vz9z8ESxiE/s200/005+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sp1Pfx38j0I/AAAAAAAAAkw/McmXW9jJfqM/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376540937532772162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sp1Pfx38j0I/AAAAAAAAAkw/McmXW9jJfqM/s200/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sp1PfeSXHoI/AAAAAAAAAko/WF4jp5bzRG0/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376540932274855554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sp1PfeSXHoI/AAAAAAAAAko/WF4jp5bzRG0/s200/060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sp1Pekdfo-I/AAAAAAAAAkg/L_bB-G1pn8s/s1600-h/083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376540916752294882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sp1Pekdfo-I/AAAAAAAAAkg/L_bB-G1pn8s/s200/083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376540908051358594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sp1PeEDB44I/AAAAAAAAAkY/ccORfDrw47k/s200/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376540900923324834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sp1PdpfkuaI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/TwQTy1TzGLQ/s200/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sp1NATE4NwI/AAAAAAAAAkI/zcUnEyatn5o/s1600-h/494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376538197666313986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sp1NATE4NwI/AAAAAAAAAkI/zcUnEyatn5o/s200/494.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376538188288791378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sp1M_wJGk1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/fy2dRL7Zz6s/s200/056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376538180068108674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sp1M_RhI6YI/AAAAAAAAAj4/-LJJHfWbYfg/s200/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sp1M-8ednWI/AAAAAAAAAjw/o7oq_WUHt60/s1600-h/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376538174419737954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sp1M-8ednWI/AAAAAAAAAjw/o7oq_WUHt60/s200/078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sp1M-et5ufI/AAAAAAAAAjo/G5RVuAm4hyw/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376538166431431154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sp1M-et5ufI/AAAAAAAAAjo/G5RVuAm4hyw/s200/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-786074724104692866?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/786074724104692866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=786074724104692866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/786074724104692866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/786074724104692866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sp1T7el-UrI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ycVq-BWij68/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-7125966530823314110</id><published>2009-08-26T14:34:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:53:27.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1st and 10...do it again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SpWc00ZsXJI/AAAAAAAAAjY/jJPOFLUAGCg/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374374161570094226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SpWc00ZsXJI/AAAAAAAAAjY/jJPOFLUAGCg/s200/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SpWc1bSkuwI/AAAAAAAAAjg/PYTCfYSoWk8/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374374172009216770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SpWc1bSkuwI/AAAAAAAAAjg/PYTCfYSoWk8/s200/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Football...love it or leave it!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The boys are having a blast playing for the Cowboys this year. They are becoming quite the little players.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;However, I am not so sure how much I like it. Practices everyday, sometimes twice, games twice a week, not to mention the change in beverages and diet we have had to make. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wow, it's a lot of work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I know, I complain a lot about football, but in reality, I love it. There isn't anything more fun than watching my boys run up and down the field playing and having a good time. GO COWBOYS!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-7125966530823314110?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7125966530823314110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=7125966530823314110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/7125966530823314110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/7125966530823314110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/1st-and-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SpWc00ZsXJI/AAAAAAAAAjY/jJPOFLUAGCg/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-9072706537278029572</id><published>2009-08-26T14:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:32:43.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SpWZjXdMnAI/AAAAAAAAAjI/MZhCtT1Gm1Q/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374370563207502850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SpWZjXdMnAI/AAAAAAAAAjI/MZhCtT1Gm1Q/s200/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;Bitter sweet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Today was the first day of school. Jayce and Alek couldn't hardly wait to get out the door. We were at the bus stop about 20 minutes early! I am glad they are so excited about another year of school. This is sure to be their best year yet.&lt;br /&gt;I am having a hard time adjusting. I am all sorts of confused. One minute I am so relieved that the dishes stay clean and the living room straightened up that I could laugh, and then the next minute I am crying waiting in anticipation for me playmates to get home. I worry that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SpWaDLZWOuI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/PuDvHBDycPs/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374371109725944546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SpWaDLZWOuI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/PuDvHBDycPs/s200/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; I didn't do enough with them during the summer, yet I am exauhsted from all the running around and playing we have done. So now you see my dilema. I can't decide how I feel! Getting used to school is going to be an adjustment, but I am excited to see them learn and grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-9072706537278029572?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9072706537278029572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=9072706537278029572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/9072706537278029572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/9072706537278029572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/bitter-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SpWZjXdMnAI/AAAAAAAAAjI/MZhCtT1Gm1Q/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-1424187650867880834</id><published>2009-08-24T15:38:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:14:30.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SpMPJT3is4I/AAAAAAAAAjA/EW-aAcLIKWc/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373655433009607554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SpMPJT3is4I/AAAAAAAAAjA/EW-aAcLIKWc/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ready or not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, here we are, another school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alek&lt;/span&gt; are going in to the 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; grade. I can't believe it. This is their last year of elementary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When we registered them they were in different classes (per last years teacher's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recommendation&lt;/span&gt;), but we had to make some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;adjustments&lt;/span&gt; that put them in the same class with their best friend Aaron. Sorry Mr. Hunting!&lt;br /&gt;This is sure to be a great year. It's been a little emotional for me. My boys are growing up way to fast. By this time next year they will be passing the sacrament and preparing to enter into middle school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess when I had kids I didn't prepare myself for them to grow up. I never imagined myself as a mother of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-teens, let alone teenagers. I just expected them to be babies forever. Of course they have a different agenda. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alek&lt;/span&gt; reminds me on a daily basis that he is no longer a baby, and that he can do things on his own. More often than not you can hear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alek&lt;/span&gt; saying "I'm not a baby anymore mom I can do it myself!" It breaks my heart that thhe don't need their mom to do things for them anymore, but at the same time I love watching them grow into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt; young men. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My boys make me smile and make my heart happy. They constantly amaze me at how grown up they are becoming. I worry all the time that they will make good choices and friends, and they always do. I am so proud of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They are becoming quite the comedians too. Just last night I heard them whispering to each other "no, no, don't tell mom, we can tell her in the morning", of course that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sparked&lt;/span&gt; my interest. I asked them "what do you want to tell me!" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alek&lt;/span&gt; quickly responded "how awesome you are mom!" What a smart "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alek&lt;/span&gt;". I was laughing to hard to ask them what they really wanted to tell me. I guess I will never know. I think that was the plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope everyone has a safe and enjoyable school year. Don't forget to kiss your kids, and tell them how much you love them every morning as they walk out the door.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-1424187650867880834?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1424187650867880834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=1424187650867880834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1424187650867880834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1424187650867880834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/ready-or-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SpMPJT3is4I/AAAAAAAAAjA/EW-aAcLIKWc/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-3133927829447528393</id><published>2009-08-14T18:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T18:39:43.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1MDI5NjczMzAyMyZwdD*xMjUwMjk2Nzc3MjI1JnA9NzUwODQxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*xNmQzNDgxMDM3Mzc*ZmU3YTc5OWFjY2VlY2JmNTg*NyZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href='http://twilightguide.com/'&gt;&lt;img border='0' src='http://twilightguide.com/tg/wp-content/themes/Aspire/graphics/cat/new-moon-posters/1-new-moon-poster.jpg' alt='Twilight'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:small;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://twilightguide.com/'&gt;Eclipse&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href='http://twilightguide.com/'&gt;Eclipse Movie News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-3133927829447528393?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3133927829447528393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=3133927829447528393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/3133927829447528393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/3133927829447528393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/eclipse-and-eclipse-movie-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-8688359025653796864</id><published>2009-08-14T17:54:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T10:44:20.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;97 days and counting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;New Moon is almost here, and it's time to get our sweatshirt orders in. We have a couple different options this year. You can get a regular hoodie sweatshirt, a zip up a hoodie, or a 1/4 zip up with a collar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The slogan we have decided to have sewn on the sweatshirts is "Real men sparkle" in silver (Thanks mom). We have choosen black sweatshirts, but you can do whatever you would like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We have to have the orders in by September 1st, and the cost depends on the sweatshirt type that you choose, but no more than $30.00 (that's on the high side. Last year they were only $20.00).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you want one please email me at &lt;a href="mailto:lizzanne.schiess@gmail.com"&gt;lizzanne.schiess@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;, or leave a comment on my blog. I will need the size you want, what kind of sweatshirt you prefer, and color if you choose to do something other than black. They should be done around October 20th. (I will post a picture of the sweatshirt so you can see what they will look like as soon as my sample is done, it should be anyday now) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Also, if you want to attend the premiere with us let me know so I can get a ticket count. There will be quite a few of us so be prepared for a big group. I will need the money for the tickets and the sweatshirts around October 1st. Tickets are usually $8.50&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't wait!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-8688359025653796864?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8688359025653796864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=8688359025653796864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/8688359025653796864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/8688359025653796864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/97-days-and-counting.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-3251191489358441078</id><published>2009-08-05T00:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:24:35.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*OTQ1MzQwODY3OSZwdD*xMjQ5NDUzNDY*NDA4JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*xNmQzNDgxMDM3Mzc*ZmU3YTc5OWFjY2VlY2JmNTg*NyZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w764.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w764.photobucket.com/albums/xx284/gigglyanne/a3c7d7fb.pbw" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s764.photobucket.com/albums/xx284/gigglyanne/?action=view&amp;current=a3c7d7fb.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-3251191489358441078?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3251191489358441078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=3251191489358441078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/3251191489358441078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/3251191489358441078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-2592712278977237531</id><published>2009-08-04T22:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:57:59.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnkdEQ2X-tI/AAAAAAAAAgE/tjPiB1dhHrA/s1600-h/111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366352390068370130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnkdEQ2X-tI/AAAAAAAAAgE/tjPiB1dhHrA/s200/111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Jayce and Alek...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11 years ago I was 7 months pregnant and excited for the arrival of mine and Grant's twin boys! On the evening of August 9, 1998 I went to bed just like every night. I woke up at mid-night when I thought I wet the bed, then quickly realized that my water had broken. Shocked, excited, and scared, we called the hospital to let them know we would be arriving. I was admitted to the hospital shortly after 12:30 a.m. and Dr. Larsen came to asses the situation. He was a little nervous at how early they were, but assured me that with current technology the boys had a good chance. So with that being said, we impatiently waited for them to come into this world.&lt;br /&gt;On August 10, 1998 at 2:33 p.m. Jayce was born. He was 3 lbs 11 oz, 17 1/2 inches. He didn't make a noise, but he was very curious about his new surroundings. Jayce was little but healthy. He stayed in the hospital for the next few weeks in an incubator with IV's and a feeding tube to help him stay warm and gain weight. He was so cute, he very rarely cried (boy how things have changed) and loved to just look around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alek was born just five minutes later at 2:38 p.m. he was 5 lbs 3 oz, 18 1/2 inches. Alek was a slightly different story than Jayce. First he was born breach and was all beat up from his birth. His collar bone was broken because he didn't want to be born and fought Dr. Larsen, and he wasn't breathing. After what seemed like an eternity Alek finally took his first breath. I didn't get to see him because he was rushed to the NICU, where they discovered he had Hyaline Membrance Disease. Hyaline Membrane Disease is the under development of the lungs. It is very common of the second born of premature twins. Alek was put on a respirator and life flighted to Primary Childrens Hospital. His first five days were touch and go, but Alek was stubborn and fought back(not much has changed). Everyone was shocked when he was taken off the respirator after only five days. The next few weeks he worked on getting bigger, eating, and getting rid of his jaundice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few LONG weeks in the hospital and nearly $300,000 later we we got to bring them home. Our lives were turned upside down, and we still haven't recovered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you Jayce and Alek! You are the light of my life. I am so lucky to have two sensitive, loving boys who tell me everyday that they love me. How I got so lucky is beyond me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-2592712278977237531?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2592712278977237531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=2592712278977237531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/2592712278977237531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/2592712278977237531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-jayce-and-alek.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnkdEQ2X-tI/AAAAAAAAAgE/tjPiB1dhHrA/s72-c/111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-6183070073314136574</id><published>2009-07-29T23:03:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:56:48.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364115017454492594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnEqMCW2m7I/AAAAAAAAAf0/zhzX34LUTs4/s200/DSC01897.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Odette...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This is my sweet niece Odette. She was just diagnosed with leukemia in June. She has a long road ahead of her, but she has an amazing mom and dad that are helping her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When I saw her at the hospital she was talking and smiling. She seems to be a happy baby, despite of it all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It doesn't seem fair for someone so sweet and so small to have to go through this trial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My heart and prayers are with her and her family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364115022220107858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnEqMUHEIFI/AAAAAAAAAf8/cStKoYQ-gLo/s200/DSC01893.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-6183070073314136574?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6183070073314136574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=6183070073314136574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6183070073314136574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6183070073314136574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/odette.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnEqMCW2m7I/AAAAAAAAAf0/zhzX34LUTs4/s72-c/DSC01897.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-8489740711746819801</id><published>2009-07-29T22:39:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:02:09.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnEmQXks_DI/AAAAAAAAAfc/DmPb2sm0W9Y/s1600-h/DSC02018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364110693822692402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnEmQXks_DI/AAAAAAAAAfc/DmPb2sm0W9Y/s200/DSC02018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now that's how you make snickerdoodles!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kathleen and I spent the day together making cookies while the boys went shopping with Grandma (weird, I know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;While we were making the cookies Kathleen made me take pictures of every step. When we were done she asked if I would make her a scrapbook and title it "Now that's how you make snickerdoodles". I laughed and told her I would. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She makes me laugh and I loved spending time with her. It was great bonding time for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I nick named her Lucy because she reminds me of Lucy from Narnia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364110706253373170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnEmRF4aHvI/AAAAAAAAAfs/aWfuAsDeriE/s200/DSC02026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnEmQKFU-TI/AAAAAAAAAfU/3XuKRguXATA/s1600-h/DSC02024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364110690201434418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnEmQKFU-TI/AAAAAAAAAfU/3XuKRguXATA/s200/DSC02024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnEmQ2uuVlI/AAAAAAAAAfk/LEb2aEOHZNc/s1600-h/DSC02025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364110702186223186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnEmQ2uuVlI/AAAAAAAAAfk/LEb2aEOHZNc/s200/DSC02025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-8489740711746819801?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8489740711746819801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=8489740711746819801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/8489740711746819801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/8489740711746819801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-thats-how-you-make-snickerdoodles.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnEmQXks_DI/AAAAAAAAAfc/DmPb2sm0W9Y/s72-c/DSC02018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-6546737189020758558</id><published>2009-07-29T22:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:04:45.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnEhebHluHI/AAAAAAAAAfM/R_a63GmjggU/s1600-h/DSC01999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364105437734353010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnEhebHluHI/AAAAAAAAAfM/R_a63GmjggU/s200/DSC01999.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sisters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wasn't sure that i wanted to post these pictures, but then I remembered the fun we had and thought...ah, what the heck!&lt;br /&gt;Me, Mari, and Aly really wanted to hang out while I was in Salt Lake, but with busy work schedules, and crazy kids to work around the only time we could get together was 10:00 pm. So we went to Village in for some yummy desserts, and then went to see the new Oquirh Hills Temple. It was beautiful. We couldn't get ourselves to leave. So for two hours we sat across the street from the temple laughing and taking pictures. We were very entertaining. Just ask the temple security gaurds. They sat in their little golf carts watching us and no doubt laughing their heads off. On second thought they may have thought we were drunk. Who knows?!? All I know is that I had a blast and enjoyed spending time with Mari and Aly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnEhd0VBBZI/AAAAAAAAAfE/e_jMd7OBgnE/s1600-h/DSC01964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364105427321685394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnEhd0VBBZI/AAAAAAAAAfE/e_jMd7OBgnE/s200/DSC01964.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnEhd0VBBZI/AAAAAAAAAfE/e_jMd7OBgnE/s1600-h/DSC01964.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-6546737189020758558?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6546737189020758558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=6546737189020758558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6546737189020758558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6546737189020758558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/sisters.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnEhebHluHI/AAAAAAAAAfM/R_a63GmjggU/s72-c/DSC01999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-5176236614446618673</id><published>2009-07-29T21:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:22:16.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnEcvN3gDLI/AAAAAAAAAe8/BckoHs6xT1M/s1600-h/DSC02068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364100228676848818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnEcvN3gDLI/AAAAAAAAAe8/BckoHs6xT1M/s200/DSC02068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnEcvN3gDLI/AAAAAAAAAe8/BckoHs6xT1M/s1600-h/DSC02068.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnEcvN3gDLI/AAAAAAAAAe8/BckoHs6xT1M/s1600-h/DSC02068.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Fun in the sun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Speniding time with cousins is one of the best parts of growing up!  Jayce and Alek spent last week hanging out with Colin, Brandt, Kathleen, Josslynn, and Bri.  It was a blast to watch them play and laugh.  They spent 2 deays of chasing each other, laughing, eating, lighting fire works, not sleeping, and just being kids.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We are  excited to be able to spend more time with them in August.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnEcvN3gDLI/AAAAAAAAAe8/BckoHs6xT1M/s1600-h/DSC02068.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-5176236614446618673?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5176236614446618673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=5176236614446618673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/5176236614446618673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/5176236614446618673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-in-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnEcvN3gDLI/AAAAAAAAAe8/BckoHs6xT1M/s72-c/DSC02068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-3326942692485497073</id><published>2009-07-15T14:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:17:58.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Oh, What do you do in the summer time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I can't believe we are half way through summer. Time flies so fast!&lt;br /&gt;I posted some pics of our adventure so far this summer. We have enjoyed spending time at the zoo with Amy, Emma, Maggie, and my dad, shopping with Aly, cave exploring, and enjoyed a perfect weekend with Tim, Suzanne, Landon, Cortnie, Brennan, and Gabe.&lt;br /&gt;I would say our summer has been next to perfect, and we aren't done yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy the pics I have posted.  I had them all neatly arranged, but then when I posted them they went all funky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-3326942692485497073?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3326942692485497073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=3326942692485497073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/3326942692485497073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/3326942692485497073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-what-do-you-do-in-summer-time-wow-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-6704322125266745482</id><published>2009-07-15T13:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:04:22.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sl41C1wTzQI/AAAAAAAAAes/HIl15RptZ0U/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; 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CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358776996898882690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sl4zSWKxRII/AAAAAAAAAeU/NgFMWics0co/s200/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sl41BnTvDaI/AAAAAAAAAec/5SDUGI1x1Ds/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358778908465368482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sl41BnTvDaI/AAAAAAAAAec/5SDUGI1x1Ds/s200/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sl42DAL6KKI/AAAAAAAAAe0/d-_gF8od0aI/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358780031834925218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sl42DAL6KKI/AAAAAAAAAe0/d-_gF8od0aI/s200/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sl4vg0y7NhI/AAAAAAAAAdE/otCe7a5cNRE/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358772847592027666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sl4vg0y7NhI/AAAAAAAAAdE/otCe7a5cNRE/s200/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sl4vgFr2Y2I/AAAAAAAAAc8/IAlKGF57gTM/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358772834945885026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sl4vgFr2Y2I/AAAAAAAAAc8/IAlKGF57gTM/s200/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sl4vfsvukOI/AAAAAAAAAc0/TPLQcXbkUeM/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358772828251263202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sl4vfsvukOI/AAAAAAAAAc0/TPLQcXbkUeM/s200/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sl4vfZFEQxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/e5sbLOrMCJ4/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358772822972056338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sl4vfZFEQxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/e5sbLOrMCJ4/s200/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sl4ve9sPueI/AAAAAAAAAck/1QESWusNil8/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358772815620192738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sl4ve9sPueI/AAAAAAAAAck/1QESWusNil8/s200/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sl4zQIzKQvI/AAAAAAAAAd8/6Rp4djKwKuc/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358776958950458098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sl4zQIzKQvI/AAAAAAAAAd8/6Rp4djKwKuc/s200/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358774269995732498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sl4wznqZThI/AAAAAAAAAds/JCOsZkUxVWk/s200/002.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358774261381385890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sl4wzHkkzqI/AAAAAAAAAdk/C6wgHztoWPc/s200/011.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358774245464618402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sl4wyMRuNaI/AAAAAAAAAdc/tbFXN5T-qRA/s200/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358774216702820290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sl4wwhIX_8I/AAAAAAAAAdM/zN54SIA98f0/s200/050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-6704322125266745482?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6704322125266745482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=6704322125266745482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6704322125266745482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6704322125266745482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sl41C1wTzQI/AAAAAAAAAes/HIl15RptZ0U/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-6418025364951447562</id><published>2009-06-08T20:18:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:53:58.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Si3NddE4Q1I/AAAAAAAAAcM/xR3_ipoVaU8/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345154238663639890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Si3NddE4Q1I/AAAAAAAAAcM/xR3_ipoVaU8/s200/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Arrow of light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For those of you unfamiliar with cub scouts, the Arrow of Light is the highest award you can earn in the Cub Scout program. Jayce, Alek, and their friend Aaron have worked very hard to earn their Arrow of Light. It has been a journey, and an adventure but they did it. We are very proud of each of them.&lt;br /&gt;Of course we can't forget their scout leader that have helped make this possible. The boys have had great leader that has encouraged them and pushed them. We are grateful for his hard work and dedication. Thank you Heath!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345154699459750210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Si3N4RrO6UI/AAAAAAAAAcU/oeJYz-Z6Vxc/s200/036.JPG" /&gt;We would also like to thank Pappy, Grandma, Mari, and Aly for making the day special for Jayce and Alek. It was fun to have you here for the weekend. Jayce and Alek are lucky to have such great grand-parents and aunts that are willing to drive to Vernal from Salt Lake to show support for our family. Thank you for the flashlights. The boys haven't stopped playing with them yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345152937319753794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Si3MRtMUaEI/AAAAAAAAAcE/yQAjI5q1N9o/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;Most important, we need to thank Grant. He is a great dad and example. Grants is highly decorated as a scout and loves the scout program he encourages Jayce and Alek to do their best and to earn as many badges and pins as possible. He is always teaching them. I am thankful for his knowledge of the program. For some reason I can't wrap my head around it. He keeps me and the boys straight. Lucky for the boys Grant is their next scout leader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-6418025364951447562?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6418025364951447562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=6418025364951447562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6418025364951447562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/6418025364951447562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/arrow-of-light-for-those-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Si3NddE4Q1I/AAAAAAAAAcM/xR3_ipoVaU8/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-3853639413283598324</id><published>2009-06-08T20:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:18:18.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Si3FWbjzyvI/AAAAAAAAAbs/yBHFChWwgO0/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345145321904392946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Si3FWbjzyvI/AAAAAAAAAbs/yBHFChWwgO0/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Memorial Day 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We spent our memorial day weekend camping.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The feel, and smell of the mountains is so relaxing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our family spends as much time as we can during the summer months in the mountains.  Being there brings a sense of peace and relaxation.  Something we could all use from time to time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our camping trip was fun, and I can't wait for our the next time we go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-3853639413283598324?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3853639413283598324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=3853639413283598324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/3853639413283598324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/3853639413283598324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/memorial-day-2009-we-spent-our-memorial.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Si3FWbjzyvI/AAAAAAAAAbs/yBHFChWwgO0/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-2722539524693661655</id><published>2009-05-29T13:07:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:51:54.401-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We are a happy family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Back in March we had our family pictures done. I know, I'm a little late. Better late than never!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This was actually a really fun day. We had a blast being all together. It was the first time we have been together in over a year. I felt bad for our poor photographer. We were very unruly. You would think the patriarch of the family might try to bring a little order to the chaos! Oh no, not MY father. HE IS THE CHAOS!!! I love it though. My dad makes us all laugh until we cry or pee our pants. And then he teases about that. It never ends with him. I would also like to thank little Emma for keeping us entertained. If we could have some how caputered the going ons behind the scenes you would have seen Emma dancing around like a super model. Holy cow she was on one. We are all trying our very hardest NOT to pay attention to her. I was laughing sooooo hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By the time we got to the grandkids picture with grandma and grandpa the kids were done. They didn't have anything left in them. Especially poor Maggie. It is very apparent that she DID NOT want one more picture taken. Rebekah just gave up and feel asleep in Grandma's arms while Isa threw crusty's to anyone looking at, around, or near her. And where are all the parents of these children? Umm, playing in the other room. Hey, mom and dad raised eight of us. They can handle twelve grandkids right? Luckily the photographer got one good shot of the kids out of about twenty shots. All we needed was one though. So good job Mr. Photographer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love my family. We have so much fun together, sometimes too much, but I have to say I have the best family ever. It's still hard to see a family picture without Jared. Some how one person missing makes our family look so small. I am just very grateful that the Eternal picture has us all in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SiAz5yG5WuI/AAAAAAAAAbU/S9t4CJHbf3w/s1600-h/Cook+Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341326225857665762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SiAz5yG5WuI/AAAAAAAAAbU/S9t4CJHbf3w/s400/Cook+Family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341326327610955922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SiAz_tKxWJI/AAAAAAAAAbc/XXTpk0fu-1g/s400/Big+Cook+Family.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?op=1&amp;amp;view=global&amp;amp;subj=665186859&amp;amp;pid=2188534&amp;amp;id=665186859"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SiA0EByRArI/AAAAAAAAAbk/zQaFsmM7NiY/s1600-h/Cook+Grandkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341326401864794802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SiA0EByRArI/AAAAAAAAAbk/zQaFsmM7NiY/s400/Cook+Grandkids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?op=1&amp;amp;view=global&amp;amp;subj=665186859&amp;amp;pid=2188534&amp;amp;id=665186859"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?op=1&amp;amp;view=global&amp;amp;subj=665186859&amp;amp;pid=2188534&amp;amp;id=665186859"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?op=1&amp;amp;view=global&amp;amp;subj=665186859&amp;amp;pid=2188534&amp;amp;id=665186859"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-2722539524693661655?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2722539524693661655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=2722539524693661655' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/2722539524693661655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/2722539524693661655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-are-happy-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SiAz5yG5WuI/AAAAAAAAAbU/S9t4CJHbf3w/s72-c/Cook+Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-8394645087314882109</id><published>2009-05-24T21:06:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:29:59.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;I love my family!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The past few weeks I have been thinking a lot about my family and how I sometimes take them for granted. It's so easy to put my family on the back shelf and tell myself that I will deal with it later. I am afraid that if I continue down that path I will miss out my kids lives. I don't want to miss any part of my family growing up, so I have made it my daily goal to take a few moments each day to reflect on the importance of my family, and write a few things everyday about each of my kids and Grant that I am thankful for. I hope that by doing this I will be able to always remember how lucky I am that they are mine, and that we can be together as a family for eternity. That is the best treasure I could ever hope for. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Without my little family I would be nothing. Everyday is an adventure. Some adventures are easier than others, but I am grateful that I have the opportunity to experince them all. Good or bad! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am starting of my daily goal with this video that I put together today. Each picture brought back wonderful memories that I will tresure my whole life. 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I have been told by so many people that you can bottle butter and then leave it on your shelf for up to 5 years. How perfect is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It is super mega easy. It took me about 30 minutes. I encourage you to try it especially since Wal-mart has butter on sale this month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I have made it a goal this year to be more self sufficient. I have learned how to make bread, I planted a FULL garden (last year I only planted a salsa garden), and I canned homemade salsa, jams, and fruits. My next two projects are pickles and canned chicken. Hopefully they turn out for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;If any of you have fun ideas for food storage please pass them on. I love seeing my shelves in the pantry stocked full. I am a food storage freak. I really would like to have a three year supply in my pantry. But until I have a bigger pantry I am content with what I have. I can sleep at night knowing that I can feed my family if there is ever an emergency. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335037111624862738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/Sgnb_J3tDBI/AAAAAAAAAbM/329ANVJYHas/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-1857100806994278101?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1857100806994278101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=1857100806994278101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1857100806994278101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/1857100806994278101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-did-it-i-bottled-butter.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SgnYfFswtVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/WaMZLU8tWXA/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-4376161179530660396</id><published>2009-05-07T00:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:20:38.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be healthy, or not to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are NOT paranoid health &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fanatics&lt;/span&gt;. However, with the recent Swine Flu (H1N1) scare we thought we would take some extra precautions to stay healthy. I took a trip to the local health food store and stocked up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Echinacea&lt;/span&gt;, Golden root, vitamin C, multi-vitamins, and a few other things to help us stay healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids think it's great to take a regiment of daily vitamins and remind me when I forget. I was worried at first that they would fight me, but they have been champs. They understand the need to be healthy and want to be healthy, so they take their daily dose without complaining. Of course everything is orange flavored, so who would complain? Not me!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332962469718382562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SgJ9HGgN1-I/AAAAAAAAAa8/9sygjJE2ZBs/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-4376161179530660396?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4376161179530660396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=4376161179530660396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/4376161179530660396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/4376161179530660396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-be-healthy-or-not-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SgJ9HGgN1-I/AAAAAAAAAa8/9sygjJE2ZBs/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-5537024600735518454</id><published>2009-05-06T23:34:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:08:08.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Rain drops keep falling on my head..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, we had big plans last weekend to go to Lagoon with some friends. We got everything arranged, got our parking passes and tickets, then drove out to Salt Lake Friday evening. We were so excited. This was going to be the best Lagoon trip ever.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we got up and we were getting excited to go on all the rides. We were planning who was going to ride what ride with who and doing all the fun stuff you do before a big day at Lagoon. Then we noticed the weather. RAIN!!! Not just a little rain, but buckets of rain pouring from the sky. Hmm...now what? We had driven 3 hours and I wasn't about to NOT do SOMETHING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then it hit me. Classic!!! Our friends had never been there and my kids still love the place. So we spent the day roller skating, playing laser tag, jumping on the blow up's, getting lost in the jungle gym and enjoying much desrved time with good friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my surprise we had a blast. (I was only surprised because I have been hanging out at Classic for 20 plus years. I forgot it can be such a fun place) The kids were wiped out. After dinner we drove home. I think it was the most quiet my car has ever been The kids were asleep almost immediatley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SgJ3UP68S2I/AAAAAAAAAZs/rQ2lffCWhcg/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332956098514930530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SgJ3UP68S2I/AAAAAAAAAZs/rQ2lffCWhcg/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332956493078266866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SgJ3rNyLA_I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/qEMu__pFWlI/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SgJ4Mr9yw9I/AAAAAAAAAaE/JVpuh0I7Pb4/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332957068115755986" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SgJ5DEZSo2I/AAAAAAAAAaU/QG-BhE1jWuw/s200/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332958317066610962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SgJ5VYq4aRI/AAAAAAAAAac/sXWyNkV9Dqk/s200/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SgJ51_XWSDI/AAAAAAAAAas/DL5tiuEgfDM/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332958877209479218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SgJ51_XWSDI/AAAAAAAAAas/DL5tiuEgfDM/s200/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332958626319540210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SgJ5nYuhn_I/AAAAAAAAAak/lxRMo-sRYx8/s200/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332959154972431842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SgJ6GKHMleI/AAAAAAAAAa0/_SWE5x-_JHM/s200/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327404427084127332-5537024600735518454?l=schiessfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5537024600735518454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327404427084127332&amp;postID=5537024600735518454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/5537024600735518454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327404427084127332/posts/default/5537024600735518454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schiessfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/rain-drops-keep-falling-on-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Schiess family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355136573601878101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SnnqTZtKMvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDtkBG6ROk8/S220/465.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SgJ3UP68S2I/AAAAAAAAAZs/rQ2lffCWhcg/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327404427084127332.post-7390917375063839415</id><published>2009-05-06T22:40:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:32:30.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girls night out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sadly I had to say goodbye to a good friend and my first counselor in the primary presidency. I will miss her more than she knows! Her time in Vernal was short but meaningful. She taught me so many new things and how to be a better person. Thank you Elizabeth for being such an amazing person and example to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before Elizabeth moved she really wanted to have a night out with the girls, and she really wanted to try the dessert at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stockmans&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. First of all let me just warn you that dessert at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Stockmans&lt;/span&gt; is not for the faint of heart, and should not be taken lightly. I would suggest NOT eating before you go, in fact I would suggest not eating AT ALL that day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our eyes were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; bigger than our stomachs. We ordered the Swains Revenge. Take a look at this sucker! It is ginormous!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332942251089086434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SgJquOPWR-I/AAAAAAAAAZc/HnNtg7A9m3I/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; When the waitress told us it was big we didn't believe her so we ordered two. When she brought them out we were stunned. BIG is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;understatement&lt;/span&gt;. It was gigantic. But very delicious!!! We also ordered two other desserts in fear that we wouldn't have enough to go around. Do not make the same mistake we did. Trust your waitress, she knows what she is talking about.&lt;br /&gt;I am very thankful to report, however, that we DID NOT finish ANY of the desserts. Though we had to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fork lifted&lt;/span&gt; out.&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast. It was nice to laugh and just be girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We will miss you Elizabeth!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332945544007732466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LYU43374mo/SgJtt5UVTPI/AAAAAAAAAZk/uPN9ghQUnCo/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Vernal 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ND&lt;/span&gt; Ward Primary Presidency. Me (president) next to me is Elizabeth (1st counselor) across from her is Laurie (2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ND&lt;/span&gt; counselor) and next to Laurie is our Secretary Brynne. We seriously have so much fun together. 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