<?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-6329148552771743589</id><updated>2012-01-31T17:18:09.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Nonsense</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-2443625188960733956</id><published>2012-01-31T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T08:27:14.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXCITEMENT!</title><content type='html'>I have been very blog neglectful... But I've been afraid to write anything because I thought I'd spill the beans about being prego! &lt;br /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qSZ3-LZA4-w/TygPg6Zn7uI/AAAAAAAAAVM/22KlJIBMqi0/s1600/baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qSZ3-LZA4-w/TygPg6Zn7uI/AAAAAAAAAVM/22KlJIBMqi0/s320/baby.jpg" width="320" /&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: left;"&gt;This is the ultrasound we got at week 8 so that they could look for twins. But, I'm getting ahead of myself. This blog post is more for me. PLEASE DO NOT FEEL OBLIGATED TO KEEP READING.&amp;nbsp;Since I SUCK at journal writing I want the story of our baby documented somewhere. Alrighty... where to begin... I suppose if you want the true beginning of our story you should look at my posts from August and September of 2010. That's when I vented about PCOS. But for now we'll start with May of 2011, Casey and I (mostly me. Casey's wanted a baby girl since we got married over 4 years ago) finally decided to get serious and went to the dr. and said the words "we want to get pregnant". Yikes. Scary. So the Dr. put me on Chlomid&amp;nbsp;(well the generic brand of chlomid...)&amp;nbsp;because I wasn't ovulating on my own. after only one month on the Chlomid I got pregnant but didn't really know it. What I thought was just&amp;nbsp;a light&amp;nbsp;period was actually a miscarriage. If we hadn't been trying we never would have known. It still hurt. I thought for sure I was broken. After that I took a month off and then got back on the Chlomid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;4 months later I thought my period was just late because boy howdy did I have some serious cramps! But nope. I was prego.&amp;nbsp;no one told me about that. people said "oh mild cramping is normal" if these cramps were mild I have a skinny face! I didn't sleep for like 2 weeks because the cramping was worse at night! that was weeks 4-6. weeks 6-8 brought the sickness. while I felt miserable I loved this because symptoms made it real. I WANT symptoms because they ease my mind that things are fine. week 8 the doctor wanted an ultrasound since we were on Chlomid and 1 in 10 has twins on Chlomid. Not Twins. But we got to hear the heartbeat and I have never seen a better sight then the smile that lit up Casey's face when we heard that fast little heart beat and saw our peanut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After this we decided it was okay to tell the world... kind of. We told pretty much everyone we saw... but I was still nervous. To nervous to take the giant leap and tell the facebook world. For new years we went to bear lake with the Pluims and on New Years Eve/day while I was sleeping I had the most horrific pain. I woke up and almost passed out in the bathroom. I couldn't move, could barely breath, and almost woke Casey to take me to the ER when the pain ebbed. This made me nervous all over again and I decided to wait til after the next appointment to tell "everyone". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2 weeks ago we went in and they used the Doppler (rolly microphone connected to a speaker) to find a heartbeat... they couldn't find one. The doctor said because we'd heard it before he wasn't worried, that made one of us, and said we'd come back in 2 weeks. I only stressed a little.... But then I hit a kick where I started throwing up. I'd feel fine and then vomit and feel all better. I think this was the lords way of easing my mind. Yesterday we went back and heard the heart beat again! So beautiful! I'm finally starting to believe that talking about it&amp;nbsp;and being excited will not jinx it! I thought I better post this before that belief fades again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway... We're due July 27. I want a boy, Moon wants a girl. We made a deal that whoever's right gets final say on the name; but it has to be from the list! So far only 2 people have guessed boy :(&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jerks. But, I'll be happy with either. If it's a girl she's going to be spoiled ROTTEN by her daddy... a diva... awesome. ;) We go in for a gender check on January 23. I'll keep ya'll posted. Sorry for the snore post.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-2443625188960733956?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2443625188960733956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=2443625188960733956' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/2443625188960733956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/2443625188960733956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2012/01/excitement.html' title='EXCITEMENT!'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qSZ3-LZA4-w/TygPg6Zn7uI/AAAAAAAAAVM/22KlJIBMqi0/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-3815260527468739468</id><published>2011-12-15T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T13:12:21.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Un-Scrooging</title><content type='html'>Most people wouldn't guess this about me but I'm a HUGE Scrooge! I HATE&amp;nbsp; Christmas music, I find Christmas decorating to be pointless (all decorating if we're being honest but I'm working on that), and I really really hate PRESENTS! I'm awful at picking out presents for other people! really I'm the worst! I can't even figure out something for Casey. I can't even figure out something for me (unless its the Star Wars box set which Casey still refuses to buy me despite my begging.)! I feel guilt getting presents and guilt for not giving presents. I also don't really like snow and the cold. I don't hate it but I'd really prefer sun or rain. &lt;br /&gt;I like Christmas because I get to spend lots of time with our families, there's amazing food, and I love Jesus. Sometimes I enjoy the lights. Other than that I'm pretty Scroogey. &lt;br /&gt;So this year Casey has decided that he WILL decorate, and I WILL help. I put up a good fight. We went shopping for decorations and I whined a lot. Then I don't even remember why but some how he got me to promise to fake enthusiasm and support his strange desire for Christmas Spirit. Since both of us lack an ability to decorate we called the most festive person we know, Maegan Joy Johnson, and she tutored us. We shopped way too long and luckily I had Brady there for my moments of Scroogery, but all in all I'm really pleased with the results. The festive decorations actually make me smile! Who would have guessed?! So I would like to give the credit for my partial Un-Scrooging to Casey, Maegan, and Brady (even though he's a scrooge too he helped us decorate!). But I would like to add that NO, I WILL STILL NOT LISTEN TO CHRISTMAS MUSIC!&amp;nbsp;And here are some pics of our festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GsevdLiWFIA/Tuphrf44ZuI/AAAAAAAAAUs/YM8fEUcCD2M/s1600/cmas1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GsevdLiWFIA/Tuphrf44ZuI/AAAAAAAAAUs/YM8fEUcCD2M/s320/cmas1.jpg" width="320" /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5tb0ttNyHVA/TuphtxQaKII/AAAAAAAAAU0/2HEnOCcnG2E/s1600/cmas2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5tb0ttNyHVA/TuphtxQaKII/AAAAAAAAAU0/2HEnOCcnG2E/s320/cmas2.jpg" width="320" /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D7Dc6J3jf_I/TuphvsjXjpI/AAAAAAAAAU8/75EHEBFnnYk/s1600/cmas3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D7Dc6J3jf_I/TuphvsjXjpI/AAAAAAAAAU8/75EHEBFnnYk/s320/cmas3.jpg" width="320" /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3avLyiOyZ30/TuphyPC0PjI/AAAAAAAAAVE/4IYarwxQdik/s1600/cmas4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3avLyiOyZ30/TuphyPC0PjI/AAAAAAAAAVE/4IYarwxQdik/s320/cmas4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All of these things look way cuter in person but I took pictures trying to block out disaster areas and they were taken on my phone... Also there's more... but to show you I'd have to include disaster areas and like I said, No.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-3815260527468739468?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3815260527468739468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=3815260527468739468' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/3815260527468739468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/3815260527468739468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-un-scrooging.html' title='My Un-Scrooging'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GsevdLiWFIA/Tuphrf44ZuI/AAAAAAAAAUs/YM8fEUcCD2M/s72-c/cmas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-6479699754740356788</id><published>2011-10-18T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T09:07:56.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My over-inflated self esteem</title><content type='html'>This post has been a long time coming. I just wish I could eloquently say what I want to but it'll probably end up as a crazy mess of nonsense (but I guess that fits my blog title). &lt;br /&gt;It was almost 2 years ago that I went to the doctors office and was told that I was so overweight that I would probably not get pregnant. She was full of nonsense. But it got me evaluating my opinion of myself and others opinions of themselves. I have shockingly high self esteem. I think I am beautiful. Not like I belong in a magazine or anything, I'm not the prettiest person in a group (I hang out with some seriously beautiful people. It's kind of ridiculous.), I'm pretty average. I have great hair, great boobs (even if they are too big), decent legs,&amp;nbsp;and my face doesn't make dogs bark. But, here's the traumatic truth, please don't spread this around, I weigh 235 lbs. And yes, I think I'm a bit overweight, I'd like to lose some weight for my health and so that I have less back fat, but all in all, I still don't think I'm a hunk of lard! &lt;br /&gt;A few posts back I posted about one of the debates me and Moon have: Cheerleaders Vs. Dancers (he's winning this one by the way.) The thing that I found strange was that I was a little worried about getting opinions because I know a lot of cheerleaders and a lot of dancers. Well, every cheerleader I asked said dancers and every dancer I asked said cheerleaders. And every single one of these girls is a major hotty! People who are short want to be tall, people who are tall think they are amazons (I'm sometimes guilty of this but most of the time I LOVE being tall!!) girls with curly hair want it straight and girls with straight want it curly. &lt;br /&gt;Okay Leslie, Where are you going with this? Here's the question I would like to ask to all of my beautiful friends who are worried about their weight and their appearance; Who's judging you? Because if it's your significant other you tell me and I'll come kick them in the face. If it's any one else, WHO CARES!? I want you to feel good about yourself. don't slack like me and wear&amp;nbsp;sweats every&amp;nbsp;chance you get and eat&amp;nbsp;fries for one&amp;nbsp;meal a day,&amp;nbsp;but be comfortable with yourself. Keep exercising because it makes you &lt;em&gt;feel good&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't know any&amp;nbsp;girls who are actually "overweight" who have trouble getting men. I do however know a lot of skinny girls who &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;they're overweight who attract jerks because they don't think they deserve better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/Rly8cMUqkdY/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rly8cMUqkdY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rly8cMUqkdY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song because ITS TRUE. Not with all women. I know a lot of strong and amazing woman. But I also know some who this song applies to. &lt;br /&gt;Alright. I know this was a strange rant but this is something that breaks my heart and I'm actually pretty passionate about it. Your harshest judge is you! Cut yourself a little slack. And let me know if you feel the need to get away and get a moral boost. Even if you don't know me very well; I promise I'd still love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-6479699754740356788?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6479699754740356788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=6479699754740356788' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/6479699754740356788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/6479699754740356788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-over-inflated-self-esteem.html' title='My over-inflated self esteem'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-8052192154914130681</id><published>2011-10-10T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T17:29:32.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This weeks loves</title><content type='html'>I am totally trendy. Okay that's not true. BUT what is true is that I go through fazes of love. One week I love something and then 2 weeks later I've forgotten about it (sad but true. Don't worry this doesn't happen with people. Once I love you you're stuck with me FOR LIFE.) So my exciting loves for the week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Journey's greatest hits! Yay!!! Casey finally bought it for me!!! I love you Journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Riding the mechanical Bull. Even if it did leave me bruised and battered. Totally worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3. Girls nights. Now this could make my list every time I have a girls night... I LOVE girls nights. If you didn't know this about me, I love to chat, and girls nights are an excellent time for that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iOu1MZQrrvo/TpOL19lcLsI/AAAAAAAAAUg/TNlkLf60B7Q/s1600/girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iOu1MZQrrvo/TpOL19lcLsI/AAAAAAAAAUg/TNlkLf60B7Q/s320/girls.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Our New 4 wheeler. Yes I complain that Casey spent to much but of course, it was love at first ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XdtXv3o8FWY/TpOLOjBFz6I/AAAAAAAAAUY/OsEcctSkb8U/s1600/4wheeler.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XdtXv3o8FWY/TpOLOjBFz6I/AAAAAAAAAUY/OsEcctSkb8U/s320/4wheeler.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Whoppers. These are a greatly under-appreciated candy that I just re-discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day I'm going to write something meaningful and amazing. Until then you get nonsense about my latest loves. If you'd like to share in these joys with me, please, give me a call. I love to share! (except Casey. He's all mine.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-8052192154914130681?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8052192154914130681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=8052192154914130681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/8052192154914130681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/8052192154914130681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-weeks-loves.html' title='This weeks loves'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iOu1MZQrrvo/TpOL19lcLsI/AAAAAAAAAUg/TNlkLf60B7Q/s72-c/girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-5034077883490713255</id><published>2011-09-30T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T09:04:22.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOKS 2011</title><content type='html'>Ok... I read freakish amounts. This will not surprise anyone. When I tell people how many books I've read in the last little while it tends to frighten them. I do realize that I have a problem. Now, some of you are saying "no, reading is good, you're expanding your knowledge base." to you people I say, YOU'RE WRONG unless your talking about my knowledge of psychics, vampires, werewolves, and other things that I occasionally forget aren't real. Despite all of this people frequently ask me for book recommendations.&amp;nbsp;So here is my forewarning on this post;&lt;br /&gt;I read teen books. These are light and fun reads. These are books that take me away from the real world which I find dull and serious 75% of the time. These will not change your life. These are a fun escape that are way below your maturity level. Don't judge me. Some of the ones that made the list aren't teen books but I think there's only like 2... &lt;br /&gt;These are in no particular order. they are just books that I enjoy that I have read more than once (or would read more than once.)&amp;nbsp;in the last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Mortal Instrument Series by Cassandra Claire.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Probably my favorite series&amp;nbsp;ever.&amp;nbsp;(there are currently 4 out with 2 more on the way. But if you read the first three and stop I think you'll be pleased).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Hunger Game Series by Suzanne Collins.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you haven't read this yet you are way behind on the times because it is very popular and amazing. Although the last one is kind of... meh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tiger Curse Series by Colleen Houck.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;These are &lt;em&gt;original&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;(minus the love triangle, but who doesn't love a love triangle? I know&amp;nbsp;I do!)&amp;nbsp;which if you read much I'm sure you know this is a rare find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Uglies series by Scott Westerfeld.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;He creates such an amazing world. When I was done I had added a few&amp;nbsp;made-up slang&amp;nbsp;words to my vocabulary. &lt;br /&gt;Also by Scott Westerfeld is the Leviathan series... it doesn't make the list but it's definitely interesting and fun and I'm looking forward to reading the third and final installment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Darkest Power Series By Kelley Armstrong.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;These are aimed a little younger but I could NOT put them down. (also there's a branch off series to these and the first one is called "the Gathering" I read this first and it's what made me read the others.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Clockwork Prince (Infernal Devices #1) By Cassandra Clare.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I could have included this with the Mortal Instrument series but this series makes the list by itself. ok... well the first one does. The second one comes out in December and I'm SO EXCITED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Someday Soon by Debbie Macomber. &lt;br /&gt;This is aimed older, and it is the only one on my list that is not fantasy fiction. definitely a bit more graphic. I'm kind of embarrassed by my love for Debbie Macomber (and Iris Johansen)&amp;nbsp;books. Some of her books are so much fun! and some of them are dull dull dull. ask me for more good ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Wicked Appetite by Janet Evanovich.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Also&amp;nbsp;aimed older.&amp;nbsp;I picked this up randomly one day in Smiths and I cracked up through the whole thing! so random. I kept giggling and hiding my face in a pillow so I wouldn't wake Casey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Vampire Academies by Richelle Mead.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;There are a million of these. okay maybe only 6 or 7. But I wouldn't read them all straight or you get kind of sick of them. They're different and I love 'em. Even if they are trendy vampire books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. House of Night Series by P.C. and Kristen Cast.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Again I'm embarrassed that this is another vampire series and again there are a million of the. Don't read them in a row. take a break. I still haven't made it through the series because I borrow them from Dani.&amp;nbsp; But I love them even more then Vamp Academies. You finally get a heroine who relies on her friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The Demon Trappers Series by Jana Oliver.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I really loved the first one. The second one I kind of wanted to punch her in the face for being so dumb but she's a strong character and I'm excited for the next installment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Red Handed By Gena Showalter. &lt;br /&gt;Fun, fast, easy read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I promised myself I'd only do 10... so really quick, Hex Hall, Touch of Frost, The Girl in the Steel Corset, and the Lorien Legacies Series.....&amp;nbsp;I'll stop myself now.&lt;br /&gt;And then I'd like to recommend some new authors who are a hoot, Lucy Kevin (Seattle Girl-- aimed older, it has language), and Gemma Halliday, and maybe even Amanda Hocking. These 3 authors have a lot of books under 3 dollars that you can get on your Nook. That's how I found them and I would look for books by them in the future because I like their writing style and imagination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I apologize for not having a ranking system or being able to limit it to 10. I also wish&amp;nbsp;I could get pictures for you but really, who has the time? Any way, if you've asked me for book recommendations here they are and I'm sorry that I'm so immature. :D &lt;br /&gt;Also people ask if I like my Nook. No, I do not "like" my Nook. I LOVE my Nook. Her name is Ella (after Ella Enchanted my favorite childhood book that I still read a couple of times a year) and she is my best friend. She comes with me everywhere. Although she does make it way to easy to buy books and therefore spend money... oops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-5034077883490713255?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5034077883490713255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=5034077883490713255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/5034077883490713255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/5034077883490713255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2011/09/books-2011.html' title='BOOKS 2011'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-7326086844985617629</id><published>2011-09-13T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T07:37:50.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, Mermaids, Sugarland, and S'mores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Title pretty much explains the madness that has been our lives. Summer FLEW by way too fast. Casey worked the whole summer and barely had any time off. In July I read 20 books; apparently I turn into a pathetic lump when Casey works 7 days a week. On the up side, it gave me time to perfect a zucchini bread recipe (Leslie cooks? what? yes, don't be confused, it doesn't happen often.)&lt;br /&gt;Casey bought me a porch swing for our anniversary! I'm so excited!!! every time it rained I would go sit out on our front porch on the ground. Now I can sit on my padded swing! I'm in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;I went and saw the Little Mermaid down at Tuachan with my best friend! It was so very cute. Go see it and ooh-and-ahh over the special effects that they do with the water. it's magical. Speaking of magical, I also threw up a blue snow cone, witnessed an almost-fight at the parawan derby, and I'm pretty sure I saw a unicorn on the way home. Now I'm trying to convince Moon to take me to Grease.&lt;br /&gt;As I previously mentioned, Moon worked A LOT this summer. He had 4 days off in two and a half months and one day was for a family reunion and one was for a funeral. So he finally gets a whole 2 day weekend and what does he do? He buys me Sugarland concert tickets! Moon doesn't even like Sugarland. He makes me feel so special. he spends his first saturday off in 3 months, at a concert he didn't really enjoy. But I loved it! "Stay" is one of my all time favorite songs (not really sure why. I think its the emotion that she projects, it's so impressive.) and it was beautiful in concert! I got chills.&lt;br /&gt;We have been wanting to go camping SO BAD this summer. a couple of weeks ago we finally got the chance. We camped with Brady and Haikyn, Maegan, and Meretta, and boy howdy did we have fun. We shot guns, and Maegan and Brady shot the bow and arrow (me and meretta couldn't pull the string back. embarrassing. I got it back once and was ridiculously proud of myself.), we ate a TON because that's what you do while camping, we drove in the beautiful mountains, and we chilled around the campfire. It was such a fun weekend. Moose played so hard that his paws got tired and he slept for an almost solid for 48 hours. And I think Skills, who has gotten to be a lazy fatty, ran more than she has in long time! Can I take a moment to talk about the food? I love food. And we had some seriously good food. One night we went to Brady's dad's camp and Monta fed us. oh yummy! and Then Casey made Heart attack toast and hungry mans for breakfast, we also had cobler and dutch oven cakes because Moon is amazing with a dutch oven. But, I think my favorite thing was the s'mores. It has been a long time since I've had a yummy s'more and I've been craving more since we got home. We used the&lt;em&gt; really big&lt;/em&gt; marshmallows and because it's me that was probably a bad idea. I somehow managed to get Marshmallow on my forehead and in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, All is well with us and things are finally back to a normal schedule for Casey. I'm not reading at such a rapid pace, but football season did just start so that might change. Hope you enjoyed the update and I'm sorry I'm not a picture taker. I know those would have told the story much better than I can with words.&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/6329148552771743589-7326086844985617629?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7326086844985617629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=7326086844985617629' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/7326086844985617629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/7326086844985617629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2011/09/work-mermaids-sugarland-and-smores.html' title='Work, Mermaids, Sugarland, and S&apos;mores'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-6765894948326738103</id><published>2011-08-01T12:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T16:52:30.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 years later</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is our 4 year anniversary! I feel like we just got married and at the same time like we've been together forever. (yes, I know, "really Leslie? another mushy post? especially another one where you talk about how great Casey is... ugh." but it just has to be said. Sorry!) Casey and I dated on and off for 3 years before we got married. So here we are, 7 years later, and that boy still twitterpates me like crazy! I still get the tingles when we kiss and I still can't believe that he picked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon Face,&lt;br /&gt;You are the Copper to my Todd, the cake to my fat kid, the hoot to my holler, and the reason that I'm so happy. You crack me up on a daily basis. You know how to fix me when I'm broken. There are millions of reasons why I keep you around but I think the most important is you're insanely sexy and that never hurts ;-). I love you like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your creepy and weird Wifey Moon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-6765894948326738103?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6765894948326738103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=6765894948326738103' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/6765894948326738103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/6765894948326738103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2011/08/4-years-later.html' title='4 years later'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-3564275011148107939</id><published>2011-06-27T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T11:26:54.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purge</title><content type='html'>Last week sucked. There's not much else to describe it. It just sucked. (Sorry mom I know you hate the S-U-C-K word). So in honor of this crappy week I will be purging all of my anger into this post about things that I'm hating right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Allergies. and all things allergy related; mainly snot, itchy throat, and watery eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cubicles. I want to be outside!!!! (where I can further complain about my allergies)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;That you have to wear shoes in most public places. Shoes are overrated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;PCOS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hormones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When some one says you aren't allowed to complain, or judges your complaining. watch me. Now you've pissed me off and I'm going to complain more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;unwanted sympathy. When I say I'm fine, let it drop or I might cry. I'll talk when I'm ready.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bratwurst's. the look the smell, all of it is just nasty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waterproof mascara&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Books with no climax. Or worthless main characters. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mean "significant others". You know who you are. and if you had man junk I'd give you a "you know why!" moment. (Not mine. He's awesome)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;laundry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lana Lang in Smallville.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and most of all I hate my negative attitude. I'm not this person. I'll work on fixing it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now to be fair... I think maybe I should say that I have had some awesome things happen this week. Casey is as amazing as ever and he takes such good care of me when my week sucks. He really is my pillar of strength. My friends and family are the BEST. I know it's stupid but we're dog sitting for some friends and now have 4 dogs for over a week... you'd think this would be a bad thing, but they love me more than Casey and follow me everywhere in hopes of getting cuddle time. It makes me feel special. I like being a crazy dog lady. Also I have re-discovered tootsie-rolls. YUMMY! That's my rant for the day. The end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-3564275011148107939?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3564275011148107939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=3564275011148107939' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/3564275011148107939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/3564275011148107939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2011/06/purge.html' title='Purge'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-7888227742857200436</id><published>2011-05-19T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T09:15:12.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This Month has been absolute madness. So I'm doing this blog in two parts: Birthday and Idaho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part 1: Sick Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I LOVE my birthday. I frequently tell people that I believe it should be a national holiday. I celebrate "birthday week" in which I am entitled to whatever I want whenever I want it. I buy cupcakes whenever I see them, I LOVE cupcakes (don't buy cupcakes at wal mart.)! But this year Casey was sick all week and then on my birthday, May 6, I was SO SICK! I didn't get out of bed. I couldn't get the energy to watch tv or read, Even though Casey gave me a $100 gift card to Barnes and Noble!!!! (I could not be more excited about this.) I just laid there going in and out of sleep and wanted to rip my throat out with jagged fingernails. Casey came home from work with flowers and CPK that I could eat in bed. I took drugs. and more drugs. And then decided that since it's dark and I just have to sit there I was making Casey take me to see Thor. On our way to the movie we got a text from Casey's Mom; His grandma Moon had past away at about 3:00 that day. She's now with her sweetheart and she was ready to go but it's still hard to say goodbye; there are so few people left that have to do with Casey's dad. Also the selfish part of me was very upset she died on my birthday. Now every year I'll remember that. I'm a jerk I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But we really liked Thor and then we came home and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608449076243250674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8an1cz5kmps/TdU2uFJYvfI/AAAAAAAAASs/H20QkEhXshQ/s320/birthday%2B23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was the 5K Walk for the Cure. We do this every year with Casey's family. If you have never done it, I recommend it. It's crazy how many people are there! The shirts are so fun to read and some teams are so clever with their names and outfit choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608449091009898018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RJyDuOYGzA4/TdU2u8KB5iI/AAAAAAAAAS8/BfPB1V23kNU/s320/walk%2B2.jpg" /&gt;So much pink....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608449081719438786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bFU7orRINGU/TdU2uZjAvcI/AAAAAAAAAS0/SSmaiPmQBM8/s320/walk%2B1.jpg" /&gt; Look close. people are packed on this road for about two miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This wore us out! we spent the rest of the weekend taking drugs, sleeping, and never leaving the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part 2: WICKED IDAHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All I wanted for my birthday was to see the play Wicked. The week took forever to go by because I was like a kid waiting for Christmas (only better because I'm kind of a scrooge...). Casey was not excited. But, apparently he loves me because I offered to take someone else and he insisted on coming. WICKED WAS AMAZING!!!! I absolutely loved it! Elphaba gave me chills when she sang. I smiled through basically the whole thing. Casey was very neutral about it. We were on the second to last row so my pictures are awful and once it started I was enraptured and didn't take any pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608456290261642866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xB7GOul47co/TdU9R_dZrnI/AAAAAAAAATk/E60Q278w8aA/s320/fancy%2Bclothes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;An awful picture of us all dressed up to go "to the theatre" which we always said with a British accent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608450905742448306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5x2Jy-QpBow/TdU4Ykj_FrI/AAAAAAAAATU/ZKJJs5dNlqE/s320/wicked%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The set was amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608450912083429954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-agHNOWxbUqc/TdU4Y8LyykI/AAAAAAAAATc/B3ml1UYoQRU/s320/wicked%2B2.jpg" /&gt;My excitement could not be contained. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went to Idaho on Friday and the play wasn't til 8:00pm on Saturday so we had some time to kill. We visited Casey's Sister and her family and I finally got to see their house! We played soccer with the kids and watched a 6 year olds soccer game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our hotel was located in a fantastic spot! We went across the street to the movies and saw Something Borrowed (I read the book so of course I have to see the movie). And there we discovered the Creperie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeNpNq6gYjE/TdU2vgD9FiI/AAAAAAAAATE/-CwVIaFPnPk/s1600/creperie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608449100648093218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeNpNq6gYjE/TdU2vgD9FiI/AAAAAAAAATE/-CwVIaFPnPk/s320/creperie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nutella and Dulce de Leche crepes. We ate here twice in the 2 days we were there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608449110284843154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D8wSi-qjOI4/TdU2wD9iOJI/AAAAAAAAATM/yUgYIoJd49Y/s320/mini%2Bgolf.jpg" /&gt; We played mini golf and tied. (sad day. we had a good bet going.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Boise Idaho may not be the most happening town but we had so much fun! Casey is so hilarious that we basically laughed for 3 days straight. I even managed to stay awake the whole 6 hours there and back! Miracle! This week is absolute madness with job interviews, softball games, funerals, cooking classes, work, friends, but at least we're keeping busy! Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S. GO SEE WICKED! and I'm sorry this post is dull.&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/6329148552771743589-7888227742857200436?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7888227742857200436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=7888227742857200436' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/7888227742857200436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/7888227742857200436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2011/05/may.html' title='May'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8an1cz5kmps/TdU2uFJYvfI/AAAAAAAAASs/H20QkEhXshQ/s72-c/birthday%2B23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-8806412385017129262</id><published>2011-04-21T07:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T08:28:39.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TyBzUpcwJ4U/TbBJvgiJV2I/AAAAAAAAASk/1HiSNbLCN1A/s1600/Batman-Vs-Superman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598055417357358946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TyBzUpcwJ4U/TbBJvgiJV2I/AAAAAAAAASk/1HiSNbLCN1A/s320/Batman-Vs-Superman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It has recently come to my attention that sometimes the things that me and Casey talk about are a little weird. Mostly this has to do with our debates. You know, politics, the meaning of life... or not. We LOVE to debate insignificant matters. Their are of course the main ones that we will never give up on, such as; Batman vs. Superman, Dr.Pepper vs. Coke, and Who gets to die first, Is Star Wars awesome. We'll just have to agree to disagree on these. Here are the ones that have popped up in the last little while: (If you've hung out with us you've probably been brought into the debate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheerleaders vs. Dancers-- who's hotter? (I feel that Casey's poor taste will reflect poorly on me. I'm working on him but so far in the opinion poll I think he's winning this one. Darn.) side note: There are of course hot ones of both. No one be offended!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flying vs. Super-strength-- This one brings a whole other round of questions such as&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Does Super-strength allow you to jump higher? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Does flying allow you to carry another person? Or is it like running and takes too much exertion? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Does Super-strength increase your stamina? Could I run for a longer period of time? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jennifer Aniston vs Brooklyn Decker-- Who's Hotter?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598054751608039362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cy6Zjn0mrX0/TbBJIwbI58I/AAAAAAAAASc/DEALrNVlqUY/s320/aniston%2BVs.%2BDecker.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baseball vs. Soccer-- which is more lame to watch (no offense to those of you who play either... they're just not too exciting to watch...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who's friends are crazier, Mine or His? (Sorry friends... I think we're losing this battle...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those are our big issues for now. There are others but either I can't remember them or I feel they are blog inappropriate. So, if you randomly see one of us go "ah-ha!" it probably has something to do with one of these. We both love being right and refuse to back down; so please, feel free to comment and choose my side (even though I've intentionally left out who picks which. If you care you can ask me. But since I'm all around cooler than Casey I'd hate to have you just jump on my band wagon because I'm awesome.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-8806412385017129262?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8806412385017129262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=8806412385017129262' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/8806412385017129262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/8806412385017129262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2011/04/big-issues.html' title='The Big Issues'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TyBzUpcwJ4U/TbBJvgiJV2I/AAAAAAAAASk/1HiSNbLCN1A/s72-c/Batman-Vs-Superman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-8081777633958505878</id><published>2011-04-01T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T10:48:58.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid deliciousness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K103TFS5PwE/TZYJcbYRuFI/AAAAAAAAASE/0z6E4cEzpEA/s1600/diet-coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590666371417618514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K103TFS5PwE/TZYJcbYRuFI/AAAAAAAAASE/0z6E4cEzpEA/s320/diet-coke.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My name is Leslie Moon and I have a problem. I am addicted to Diet Coke. This SHAMES ME! I've always been a diet soda hater. I think if your going to drink it to enjoy it then do it, and stop worrying about calories! ridiculous. But then my doctor put me on the low carb diet and I realized I would have to give up Coke (the drink. not the drug. I think that's pretty low carb already.) decided I was too weak to live with out caffeine/carbonation. Here's the weird part. I only drank regular Coke a couple of times a week; Date nights, When Casey makes me wake up early on weekends, Girls nights, etc.. I crave Diet Coke ALL THE TIME! I want one every day. I can no longer mock Casey for his daily Dr.Pepper needs (although he still drinks way more than me.) Going 3 days without regular Coke was normal. Going 3 days with out Diet Coke is a huge accomplishment. After I noticed this I've been on the lookout for info confirming that Diet Coke is more addictive. I found this article: &lt;a href="http://healthmad.com/nutrition/diet-versus-regular-soda/"&gt;http://healthmad.com/nutrition/diet-versus-regular-soda/&lt;/a&gt; But other than that I haven't seen much. Some people I've talked to say it's because you don't have to worry about calories so you don't think it counts. I'm not one of those people. Soda is not good for you. Period. Carbonation, caffeine, sugar, artificial sweetener, it's all bad for you, whether it's diet or not. I know this and I still love it. Sorry, not the point. The point is actually a question. Do you think Diet Soda is more addictive? I'd love to have you enable me and make excuses for my addiction. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-8081777633958505878?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8081777633958505878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=8081777633958505878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/8081777633958505878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/8081777633958505878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2011/04/stupid-deliciousness.html' title='Stupid deliciousness'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K103TFS5PwE/TZYJcbYRuFI/AAAAAAAAASE/0z6E4cEzpEA/s72-c/diet-coke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-1215421327847618834</id><published>2011-03-22T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T11:38:34.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586964482741440290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VWkgfNQzvK4/TYjimJaHDyI/AAAAAAAAARk/7oCAtY7fQ8k/s320/2011-03-22%25252011.20.05%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Big Blue (I didn't name her). She's a 1990 Ford F250 and we love her. If you knew Casey in high school you will automatically associate this big loud beast with him. And boy-howdy is it loud. The horn is so quiet that to get someones attention we rev the engine. This truck is not for the weak; every time I take it to the mechanic I offer to pull it in for them and they look at me like "psh I'm a mechanic, I don't need your help." then they come back and say "is there a trick to starting it?" to which I reply "push on the clutch HARD. Like, stand on it." Reverse is also tricky. You have to play with it for a while. I had my friend Maegan parellel park it for me once and when she finished she said she wouldn't have to work out for a week. Yep. Thats Big Blue. She makes me feel like a red-neck queen.&lt;br /&gt;Here's where I get mushy. This truck was Casey's dad's. I know it sounds cheesey and weird but I feel like when I drive it, I actually knew Jesse Moon. Casey's dad died when he was ten and I LOVE to hear stories about him. The fact that Big Blue is now mine (I have the shorter drive so I drove her and Casey took Brooke, the Mazda.) makes me feel like Casey's dad is smiling on me proudly because I can now park her without any problems, which makes me feel ridiculously awesome. Casey wants his kids to drive this truck when they turn 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586964488422812914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PTEfxNm7_8/TYjimekp7PI/AAAAAAAAARs/wUOMqMSc_y4/s320/2011-03-22%25252011.20.33%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;This trucks been through a lot. It has 360,000 miles on it and a couple years ago it was hit by a crane. Yes, I did say a crane. Casey had it parked on a job site and the crane operator backed into it. The drivers side is now ridiculously dented and we (as in Casey, Brady, and Randy) replaced the front quarter panel and door with junk yard parts. The brakes went out a while back... it was one of the scariest things that's ever happened to me. I thought I was going to kill someone. They still don't work great but being able to stop without shifting into first is now possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586964490965780754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWuZbMI8tnA/TYjimoC8iRI/AAAAAAAAAR0/z4VNBu0GL1w/s320/2011-03-22%25252011.20.49%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;Big Blue has been having trouble starting lately, this had Casey really worried. He didn't want to kill Big Blue. He wanted her around forever. He also was very worried that I would get stranded somewhere. When it's cold sometimes she won't start and now that it's always hard to start Casey was worried. Then last saturday I noticed something leaking in the back. I went and touched it and smelled diesel. I sadly reported the news to Casey. He's been wanting a new car and he convinced me that Big Blue should not be a commuter car if we want her to last forever. The fixing of the gas tank is not going to be a one day project but we'll get it done. Big Blue is still alive and well and we still love her and plan on giving her to our offspring some day. But for now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586964503133631618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3hurQhlguro/TYjinVX_NII/AAAAAAAAAR8/vxvIOyxPVMo/s320/2011-03-19%25252010.13.28%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got a new car! This is the Jeep Liberty. it's a 2009 and so far we LOVE it! I HATE that we now have two car payments and I wanted a little cheap thing but, as always, I caved to Casey's cute face. We haven't named her yet but I'm sure we will soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We now have 4, yes, 4 cars at our house; the broken down Pathfinder (been broken down for almost 2 years... we just haven't called a junkyard), the Mazda, The Jeep, and of course, the Ford. Hopefully soon we'll only have three and one day we'll fix the truck so that she no longer leaks oil OR diesel and she can stop staining the road and driveway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the point is, Thank you Mom and Dad Moon for the truck. We love her and will do everything we can to keep her running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-1215421327847618834?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1215421327847618834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=1215421327847618834' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/1215421327847618834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/1215421327847618834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2011/03/big-blue.html' title='Big Blue'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VWkgfNQzvK4/TYjimJaHDyI/AAAAAAAAARk/7oCAtY7fQ8k/s72-c/2011-03-22%25252011.20.05%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-1237861383289114654</id><published>2011-03-17T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T14:11:21.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the latest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's been a while, so I thought I'd do an update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our car has been returned to us... it's not completely finished but it still looks pretty! no dents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went to Vegas! It was a lot of fun! We went down to watch the Mountain West Conference finals and cheer loud for BYU.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585158681485026418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lb6oQAipIlE/TYJ4OrgapHI/AAAAAAAAARc/4JOq7ux-Ijo/s320/BYU%2Bbench.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;left to right: Brandon Davies, Chris Collinsworth, Jimmer Fredette, Jackson Emery, Logan (alwyas talking...) and Noah Hartsock. We love watching these boys play.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We stayed on Fremont street (which I love) and we got to see my brother Lance which was awesome! As always I forgot my camera.... Luke, my Uncle Steve, Casey and I went on the roller coaster at New York New York and Casey won $60 playing Black Jack. On another high note, we found "Gold and Silver Pawn", I think that's what it's called... Anyway, Casey LOVES the show "Pawn Stars" and we just happened to drive past it so we just had to stop! There was so much cool stuff! some things that stood out were a pair of dueling pistols, a sweet 3D bronze thing of Elvis, and a bronco's Superbowl ring that cost $99,900. We also got to stop and see Ali and Travis Jarrett in Cedar City which is always amazing! and Ali cooked us food that was so good that Casey and I were both ridiculously full until about 10 pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Other than that, same ol', same ol'.... I'm still in a rut which has made me moody (poor Casey...) and Casey is still amazing. He's taking a history class and thinking of minoring in History, I told him he's crazy but he didn't listen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We spent another $300 at the vet on getting Moose's ears cleaned and getting him medication. I hope the poor boy can stay ear infection free for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AAAAAANNNNDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-1237861383289114654?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1237861383289114654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=1237861383289114654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/1237861383289114654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/1237861383289114654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2011/03/latest.html' title='the latest'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lb6oQAipIlE/TYJ4OrgapHI/AAAAAAAAARc/4JOq7ux-Ijo/s72-c/BYU%2Bbench.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-8730799492127439024</id><published>2011-02-17T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:08:25.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YUMMY!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYTQrjzxxwY/TV2pD4llExI/AAAAAAAAARU/nFxM9teLdwI/s1600/freid%2Btwinkie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574797797949248274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYTQrjzxxwY/TV2pD4llExI/AAAAAAAAARU/nFxM9teLdwI/s320/freid%2Btwinkie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FRIED TWINKIE= HEAVEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's February! meaning "Fun Food February" at the Dairy Keen! Of course I always love the DK but I especially look forward to fried Twinkies... mmm.. it's like a little piece of heaven! I almost cried when it was gone. seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recommend not ordering it with your food. You want it fresh. Casey loves his with the strawberry's but I think it makes it soggy and much too healthy.  Mmm yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-8730799492127439024?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8730799492127439024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=8730799492127439024' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/8730799492127439024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/8730799492127439024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2011/02/yummy.html' title='YUMMY!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYTQrjzxxwY/TV2pD4llExI/AAAAAAAAARU/nFxM9teLdwI/s72-c/freid%2Btwinkie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-6454832260235395575</id><published>2011-01-28T14:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T14:37:13.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TUM_oqS5U2I/AAAAAAAAARI/F5tTfKqNE_I/s1600/car2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567363532140925794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TUM_oqS5U2I/AAAAAAAAARI/F5tTfKqNE_I/s320/car2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TUM_oRUDDLI/AAAAAAAAARA/km0lXc1hcEM/s1600/Car1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567363525434870962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TUM_oRUDDLI/AAAAAAAAARA/km0lXc1hcEM/s320/Car1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you all probably know, we were in a car accident. We were coming down Provo Canyon Sunday night with my cousin Llexa in the back, Casey driving, and me asleep in the passenger seat. Since I was asleep through most of the accident what I have to report is mostly what I've been told. But here's what happened;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the hill right before bridal veil falls Casey looked in his rear view mirror and saw head lights flying towards us, he couldn't believe how fast they were going and started telling me and Llexa about it "wow, that car-", but that's as far as he got because as the car was trying to pass us they hit the back end on the drivers side sending both us and them into a spin (apparently this was quite loud). We spun from the right lane through the left land and into the wire median where we took out 2 posts and our front end (they claim this was also loud...). Somewhere in that time Casey hit his head and shoulder. We bounced off the wire and continued to spin. Casey very sadly said "oh crap" (that's right folks, he actually said "crap"! The swearing came later...) And that "oh crap" is what woke me up. I opened my eyes to ask what he had left in heber but was stopped from speaking by the fact that we were facing the wrong way with a red hatchback (the car that hit us) sideways in front of us. We then spun until our back end hit the cement barrier on the side of the road and stopped. The Hatchback kept driving and never hit anything besides us. They were never found. we stopped on the shoulder facing oncoming traffic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fact that we were all okay is a miracle. I'm so grateful that everyone is alright. But here's what  I really want to say; THANK YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as the shock wore off, I looked in our rear view mirror and saw that like 6 cars had pulled over at the bottom of the hill. There were people booking it up the hill to come make sure we were okay. Of all the cars that stopped only one car unloaded and to those 4 guys we are so grateful. All they did was check on us, And suggest that we pull forward so that we were off the road and wouldn't be hit by oncoming cars. But they really cared. I am so glad that the world has that kind of people in it. I always see someone stranded and think "I should stop. But what help would I be?" Now I know; I just felt good that someone cared. All of the other cars drove off as soon as they saw us get out of the car. These 4 guys were determined to get to us just in case we &lt;em&gt;couldn't &lt;/em&gt;get out of the car. We didn't get their names and they didn't see anything but us spinning out of control but we are so so grateful to them. Thank you strangers. I thank God for people like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-6454832260235395575?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6454832260235395575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=6454832260235395575' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/6454832260235395575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/6454832260235395575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-people.html' title='Good People'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TUM_oqS5U2I/AAAAAAAAARI/F5tTfKqNE_I/s72-c/car2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-6780843049401415161</id><published>2010-11-22T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T14:54:49.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fam Damily</title><content type='html'>It's time for the cliche Thanksgiving post. And this year I have been thinking a lot about how grateful am for my AMAZING family. Yes, this is going to be a cheesey post. And the pictures are old, so I apologize for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, the Magnusson side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542500626259705730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TOrq9EOW_4I/AAAAAAAAAQs/IW99qMWk7aw/s320/family%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am proud to call these people family. My family is Loud! and in physical size we are BIG! People always ask "do you come from a big family?" This question makes me chuckle. No, there are not a million children, my parents had 4 kids. however, at 5'10" I am most definitely the runt. BUT, we also include each inlaw as a sibling (including Natalie although she's not pictured! Sorry Nat!) and for each one person there is the noise of at least 3 normal people. Maybe not for Casey and Nat but we'll teach them.  Casey's entire extended family does not make as much noise as just my immediate family. When Casey met my whole extended family he was frightened by the chaos. When I was younger, I was not close with my family. I'm not sure why. Now, I can't think of anyone who I'd rather hang out with. They are so funny! And they would do absolutely anything for me and Casey. We love them so much, quarks and all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now the Moons!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542500787715025762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TOrrGdsTq2I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/zIytTdvIaH8/s320/moon%2Bfamily" /&gt;I Cannot believe how grateful I am for these people. I keep  hearing about all of these dramas between people and there inlaws. Well, sorry, mine rock!!! They are definitely not hard to get along with! They love me and Casey just the way we are. I got the best inlaws in the world. They know I'm crazy and they still love me (I think....) it took me a long time to feel like I could be myself around them because I am so different from them; I'm loud, vegetarian, and love to get personal. They are very respectful of space, quiet, well mannered, and definite carnivores (except Robin! Thank you Robin!). But guess what? They still love me and want to spend time with me! They would do anything for Casey and I, and we would do anything for any of them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you haven't noticed The Magnusson family and the Moon family are &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; different. But they are both OUR FAMILY There's none of this &lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;family and &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;family. I am honored that Casey feels like my mom and dad and siblings are his mom and dad and siblings. I'm so grateful that through Casey I have nine more siblings and another fantastic woman to call mom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I love you family! and I'm grateful that I'm stuck with you forever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-6780843049401415161?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6780843049401415161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=6780843049401415161' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/6780843049401415161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/6780843049401415161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2010/11/fam-damily.html' title='Fam Damily'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TOrq9EOW_4I/AAAAAAAAAQs/IW99qMWk7aw/s72-c/family%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-6757821748093735573</id><published>2010-11-09T08:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T08:26:42.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question/Rant of the day</title><content type='html'>Opinion time.&lt;br /&gt;There were 2  young men breaking into a home in Utah. One through the back door using a screw driver, the other through a window. The owner of the home came down and saw the man at the back door and fired his weapon at the would-be robber. Both men ran off. The young man he fired at died at the edge of the yard from the gunshot. He was 19. The home-owner could face some serious charges because of his actions. You are only allowed to attack with equal force. so he could have used a screw driver on the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I want to say that this young man was 19 years old and I totally believe people can change. His chance to turn his life around is now over and that is an awful tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would I do differently? The owner had his wife and children in the home with him. Do you call the police, hide, and pray with all that you have that these men only want to rob you and don't want to harm your family? Could I live with killing some one? No. Could I live with having my child killed because I failed to act? No. So What now? In my home I would flip on lights, but in order to do that I'd have to walk where the burglar could see me. How do I know if he has a gun or just a screw driver? How do I know his intent? And now what if this man goes to jail and leaves his family anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Where's the line? What would you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-6757821748093735573?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6757821748093735573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=6757821748093735573' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/6757821748093735573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/6757821748093735573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2010/11/questionrant-of-day.html' title='Question/Rant of the day'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-3901176126595246206</id><published>2010-10-08T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T11:16:06.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOOSE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; This has been a long time coming. We got Moose the springer spaniel on July 24 and we are absolutely wrapped around his cute little paw. He is now almost 5 months old. I haven't posted because I lost our camera chord but I'll post some pictures that are just from my phone. He's very wiggly and hard to photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525739385584710226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TK9esc8pclI/AAAAAAAAAQk/mXXGTecQa1o/s320/Moose.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; This was right after he jumped in the shower with Casey and tracked mud all over the bathroom. what a stink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525735966133597650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TK9blaf-NdI/AAAAAAAAAP8/yU7Wbmeex3s/s320/Moose+2.jpg" /&gt;Do you see the fish on his head?! this was when he was just a little tyke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Moose's full registered paper name is Hersheys Moose Tracks. He and skills are best friends. He wants to be anywhere she is and he's been beat up by her since the second they met. He is the Opposite of Skills. She's uptight, sleek, clean, afraid of everything, li&lt;img class="gl_photo" border="0" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;kes to sleep in, doesn't like to cuddle, was easy to potty train, never barked but whined a lot, doesn't wag her tail when she's happy but gets a glazed look in her eyes or jumps on you. He's relaxed, cuddly, &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;muddy, a morning bird, barks a lot but never whines, fearless, and his tail/butt never stop wagging. Skills pees when she's excited. Moose pees when we yell at him. Skills is a daddy's girl and follows Casey everywhere. Moose is a mama's boy and is wherever I'm at. The only thing they have in common is there love for treats and there love for teasing each other. And they're both ridiculously cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525739110651690370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TK9eccvgfYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/G-x1LbK6Pbo/s320/puppies+sleeping.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Yes. Our dogs really do sleep like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&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_5525738771015086754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TK9eIrf1MqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/yQBJxN2AmRU/s320/puppies.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had food. that's the only way they sit still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-3901176126595246206?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3901176126595246206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=3901176126595246206' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/3901176126595246206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/3901176126595246206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2010/10/moose.html' title='MOOSE!'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TK9esc8pclI/AAAAAAAAAQk/mXXGTecQa1o/s72-c/Moose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-5954216028558397147</id><published>2010-09-29T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T08:32:46.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PCOS</title><content type='html'>Thank you! Thank you to everyone who has been so helpful this last two months as I've been struggling. I have so many people who care about me and I'm in awe each time some one comments on my blog or sends me a text or asks in anyway how I'm doing. I know this whole Polycystic ovarian syndrome (PCOS) thing is common and I know everything will work out. But I'm still scared and worried. And therefore, very very grateful to the people who care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief update. I went to my follow up appointment Monday. She explained my blood test results. Basically what's going on is that my FSH and my LH (those are the things that cause you to produce your hormones) are switched. So instead of having more FSH I have more LH. Meaning that I'm creating too much testosterone and not enough of the rest. Also my triglycerides are high because PCOS causes insulin resistance. The Insulin resistance is causing me to gain weight and making it hard to lose weight. The only way to manage PCOS is to keep your weight down. It's a vicious cycle. To manage the syndrome I have to lose the weight that the syndrome is putting on. Or else I'll have hormone problems forever. The doctor told me I'll have to be on this diet for the rest of my life. Yeah right. As soon as I have my children I'm eating pizza and pasta!  I say that now, but I'm sure as soon as that beard comes in and I have Diabetes I'll be singing a different tune.  Anyway, the doctor also told me to eat beans and nuts, which are high carb but good carbs, because they're a good protein source. I'm also supposed to try protein shakes (ick.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's the update! Oh and I've lost 28 pounds!!!!! but I've plateaued and haven't lost any for about a week now, That could be because I've been struggling with the diet. We went camping and Casey is champ of the dutch oven! mmm... cake and cobbler.... I'll keep trying. I'll get back on track. I'm determined to be healthy. If not for me, for Casey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-5954216028558397147?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5954216028558397147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=5954216028558397147' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/5954216028558397147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/5954216028558397147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2010/09/pcos.html' title='PCOS'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-2952394492319125928</id><published>2010-08-19T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T07:35:12.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over share</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright, I still suck at finding a way to post pictures... SOON! I promise. But for this post I'm going to over share. I've been a bit "down in the dumps" lately. There are a couple of reasons for this and I just feel the need to express one of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WARNING!!!!!!!!! if you are sensitive to talk about female issues DO NOT READ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In December I stopped having my period. It came out of no where. I've always been really regular. At this point I stopped taking birth control because I was afraid of damaging a fetus if I did happen to be prego. I had a gyno appointment to renew my Birth control in January so I just waited for that to talk to a doctor. The doctor walked in, and started telling me that I was obese and if I didn't lose the weight I would never have children. She was shocked, &lt;em&gt;shocked&lt;/em&gt;, to find that I hadn't gained weight in a long time and yet I'd been regular all my life. This was a huge hit to my self esteem. I was very grateful to Casey that day. She wanted to write me prescriptions. she didn't tell me what they were for or look for a cause because she "knew" it was obesity. After my tears and nap were over I got up, looked in the mirror, turned to Casey and said, "I look just fine!" and after that I was okay but very hesitant to go back to the doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507140900872142306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TG1LeKSCPeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/qWDV3vk7xE0/s320/chubbers.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me after that Doctors appointment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I had a period in March and then nothing. I finally went to a trusted doctor, Dr. Dianne Farley-Jones, at the end of July. She was great! She talked about my eating habits, took TONS of blood in order to find out what was wrong, and she put me on progesterone. Her guess was that the problem was Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome, but she wanted to run some tests and suggested that if that was the problem I go on a &lt;em&gt;strict&lt;/em&gt; low carb diet. We then set up a follow up appointment for the end of September. &lt;/p&gt;I got my blood test results about a week later. They were a bit depressing. Of the tests they ran over half were "borderline" or "abnormal". I'm low on Vitamin D, I'm high on Testosterone (yikes, I'm turning into a man!), blah blah blah, no fun. "STRICT low carb diet. carbs coming from fruits and vegetables" was the note on the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, she's pretty positive it's Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS). If you don't know what that is it's easily google-able. But the run-down is that it causes infertility and Insulin resistance meaning it could lead to Diabetes, cancer, a mustache, etc.. Fixing my insulin levels, and as much as I HATE to admit it, losing some weight will help my fertility. (side note: Yes, I know I have some weight I should lose. However, I do not believe I am Obese. you can talk to me about this because I can get pretty passionate.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Casey and I are not actively trying for pregnancy. It's just scary to think I might be broken and never give Casey his little girl (even if I am hoping for all boys...). Things are getting better; the progesterone caused me to have a period, and I'm hopeful for another one next month. I never thought I'd be "hopeful" for a period. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The diet blows Goats!!! did you know beans are super high carb? I sure didn't. And for me, beans are my protein source since I don't really eat meat. Low carb and no meat is HARD. I've been eating TONS of salad, TONS of eggs, and my new best friend is Crystal Light. Ugh, I'm even a diet soda drinker. I feel like I've crossed over to the dark side. and by the way, low calorie does NOT mean low carb. No sugar does NOT mean low carb. I am now a label checker. again I say, UGH. No pasta, no potatoes, no beans, no cookies, &lt;em&gt;what's left to live for?!!&lt;/em&gt; On a normal 2,000 calorie diet they suggest 250 grams of Carbohydrates. I'm trying to keep mine below 50 most days. sometimes I splurge and do 100. Anyway, it was really hard for the first week... I'm getting better at it though; my average day looks like this. Breakfast: string cheese, grapes, multi-vitamin, orange juice. Lunch: Big salad with lots of greens. Dinner: scrambled eggs with cheese (every 3 days I allow myself to have a piece of whole grain whole wheat toast. Only 15 g of carbs!) Desert: a crystal Light popsicle. I have already lost 15 pounds! So that's something.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507140246345216898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TG1K4D-p84I/AAAAAAAAAPE/qVmipx8hzuY/s320/darth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bet Darth drinks Diet Sodas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It has been hard. And it some times gets me down. But I have high hopes and blog, thanks for allowing me to vent. If anyone has any awesome low carb vegetarian meal ideas I'd love to hear them! Sorry for the over share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-2952394492319125928?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2952394492319125928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=2952394492319125928' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/2952394492319125928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/2952394492319125928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2010/08/over-share.html' title='Over share'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TG1LeKSCPeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/qWDV3vk7xE0/s72-c/chubbers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-1007997047211698125</id><published>2010-08-06T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T07:55:39.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>So, I have many many things I want to blog about but I NEED pictures first! We have tons of pictures but I lost the chord to put them on the computer and our lap top is emotional. I'll see what I can find. BUT as a teaser; the two things I WILL get pictures posted of are 1) Tim Mcgraw (mmm...) and Lady Antebellum with Amanda Richins 2) MOOSE! our new puppy who we love! you'll love him too as soon as you see pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-1007997047211698125?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1007997047211698125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=1007997047211698125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/1007997047211698125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/1007997047211698125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2010/08/oops.html' title='oops'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-4439970372969038120</id><published>2010-08-03T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T08:42:55.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Years Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TFg49Gp7TfI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ii4s0itYk8I/s1600/me+and+hubby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501209567242702322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TFg49Gp7TfI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ii4s0itYk8I/s400/me+and+hubby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casey and I just celebrated our third anniversary yesterday! Sadly I was kind of sick and he was exhausted but still he came home with beautiful flowers and I made him his favorite treat; brownies. We celebrated Saturday with lunch at Olive Garden, A tour of Salt Lake (I want to live in the Beehive house!) and dinner at Market Street Grill. It was an AWESOME day! It rained! The weather was very similar to our wedding day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casey is the perfect husband. I know I don't rant and rave about him enough because I have way too much fun teasing him. But, If you've heard the song "Then" by Brad Paisley, you know how I feel about Casey. He surprises me frequently with how great he is. I really should stop being surprised by now. I'm frequently shocked that he chose to pursue me, and not give up on me! Casey is such a good person and he makes me a better person and I'm grateful every day that I can be married to him forever and ever. Love you Moon Face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-4439970372969038120?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4439970372969038120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=4439970372969038120' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/4439970372969038120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/4439970372969038120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2010/08/3-years-later.html' title='3 Years Later'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TFg49Gp7TfI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ii4s0itYk8I/s72-c/me+and+hubby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-4099577408648119123</id><published>2010-07-19T07:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T08:21:14.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington</title><content type='html'>Alright, it's confession time. Everyone keeps asking what my favorite part of the cruise was... I come up totally blank. The cruise was sweet and I loved it. BUT my favorite part of that vacation was the fact that we got to go to Port Orchard, Washington and see my brother Lance's cute family. I did not get near enough pictures. I absolutely LOVE that family! (gee Leslie, really? way to state the obvious.) We don't get to see them much and man my nephews are hilarious! seriously, hilarious! And beyond that they are sweet and cuddly. They would climb into bed with us every morning and snuggle. ALSO, Abigail Lori Magnusson was born a few weeks before we went. Abby was born Down Syndrome and she is the sweetest thing ever! She is amazing! I wish I could think of a better way to rave about her but I think you'd have to meet her to know how sweet she is... Anywho, here are some pictures of this oh so amazing family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495633416405142898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TERpeaCYTXI/AAAAAAAAANE/tBjxSLoJkGE/s320/seattle.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ABBY!!! I held her more than my fair share... I couldn't help it! She's so cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495633424041579650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TERpe2fDFII/AAAAAAAAANM/eT_nRETsOdc/s320/seattle+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Carter, This kid's intense! he can climb any tree and beat us all in basketball! and he's also very sweet and always includes everybody.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495633428528574418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TERpfHM1L9I/AAAAAAAAANU/FfZo6-UV5go/s320/seattle+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Casey! I think this picture captures it all about him. Dang I like him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495633434465509634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TERpfdUToQI/AAAAAAAAANc/dU5xtkKuJPM/s320/seattle+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Peyton, this is one tough boy. He's also ridiculously sweet and cuddly. and quarky. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495633439045219826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TERpfuYMdfI/AAAAAAAAANk/ynyd_WHOqF8/s320/seattle+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Abby and Grandma, I love this picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495634130625231938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TERqH-tt_EI/AAAAAAAAANs/6R9eXUWgP7E/s320/seattle+6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Casey's jumping. I was trying to get one that showed how big their smiles were. But dang them they wouldn't stop moving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495634137906577330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TERqIZ1uf7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/P_NISAntZ4g/s320/seattle+7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think we scared Natalie. bahaha Not really, they LOVE her, but this picture makes me chuckle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495634141359458834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TERqIms9ShI/AAAAAAAAAN8/PUvBmu31lNI/s320/seattle+8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me Casey and Abby, Like I said, I hogged her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495634149279595474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TERqJENQ-9I/AAAAAAAAAOE/4_2uG_wiCZE/s320/seattle+9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Road trip supplies. When we left we drove through the night. ugh. 14 hours. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495634160176150066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TERqJszNNjI/AAAAAAAAAOM/eOyRw0TOGok/s320/seattle+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One more of Abby. Just cause I can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-4099577408648119123?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4099577408648119123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=4099577408648119123' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/4099577408648119123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/4099577408648119123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2010/07/washington.html' title='Washington'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TERpeaCYTXI/AAAAAAAAANE/tBjxSLoJkGE/s72-c/seattle.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-2900635569539862181</id><published>2010-07-12T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T08:28:37.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaska Cruise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok... I don't even know how to write this post.... This trip was just so fun and there's so much that I want to say and millions of pictures I want to show! I have more on facebook so for now here's just some little pictures that capture my favorite parts about the trip (besides seeing Lance and Lexi. I'll do a whole other entry for that soon). Really my favorite part was that I got to spend a whole week relaxing and hanging out with great people. We met Yani and Jaime on the cruise ship and they were such a nice couple that gave me a desire to travel to obscure places. Agus was one of the staff in the dining room, and although he worked like 20 hour days, he was always super excited to see us and helped make mom's birthday special. Also, I loved how beautiful Alaska was! it was so green! Anyway, I'll try to tell stories with my pictures so ya'll don't have to read my blabber. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493033122313272194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TDsshXrv-4I/AAAAAAAAALM/J5KUzHUif0k/s200/Rotterdam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Us with the beautiful MS Rotterdam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493033125693050690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TDsshkRjT0I/AAAAAAAAALU/YdajXvArKBY/s200/Cruis+ship+chill.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My favorite thing about the trip. Chillin with Hubby Moon. A lady came up wanting to take pictures of us because she missed her family (she was on a business trip. rough life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493033135302586962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TDssiIEpMlI/AAAAAAAAALc/3z5yP2o5L58/s200/jungle+speed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We LOVE jungle speed! we played it lots on the ship... harsh words were said, cheating occurred, testicles were smashed, jokes were made, and it was fabulous! also they had around the clock ice cream! mmmm... (and Nat, that was an accidental "mmm" not one meant to laugh at you! but now that you mention it....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493033137587579730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TDssiQlba1I/AAAAAAAAALk/CikMSLPe6Us/s200/juneau+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; First stop, Juneau. that's the tram we rode to the top of a mountain. I think this captures the beauty of the trip quite well.  This is where we walked 3 miles to pay like $2.80 for a fountain soda. It was ridiculous!!! but SO SO worth it... canned soda was $2.50 on the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TDss7GQT81I/AAAAAAAAAL8/bjaP4-smNGQ/s1600/shuffleboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493033564311384914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TDss7GQT81I/AAAAAAAAAL8/bjaP4-smNGQ/s200/shuffleboard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We played lots of shuffleboard. It allowed us to be outside watching the beauty go by while also engaging our competitive spirits. I was the weak link. when me and Nat were on a team, the boys beat us. When we did Moon's vs. Mag's the Mag's beat us. We did beat Mom and Dad once but that's because they're much less ruthless then Log and Nat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TDss6j5EVkI/AAAAAAAAAL0/131DI0mKxSg/s1600/glacier+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493033555087087170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TDss6j5EVkI/AAAAAAAAAL0/131DI0mKxSg/s200/glacier+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The glacier. it's HUGE! we saw seals. It was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TDssiiYj6GI/AAAAAAAAALs/v3uZwWYxA8w/s1600/glacier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493033142365448290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TDssiiYj6GI/AAAAAAAAALs/v3uZwWYxA8w/s200/glacier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; enjoying the glacier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493038605176845698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TDsxgg8StYI/AAAAAAAAAM8/I2cO701KdDI/s200/sitka+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sitka was my favorite place. It rained the whole time we were there but it was less touristy than the rest of them and there were little islands, with only one house on them, everywhere! I want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493033575090162242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TDss7uaLCkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JxOdn3zAMJA/s200/Ketchikan.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Ketchikan! it was beautiful! this is where I got my Pirate Saloon sweatshirt which I LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493033583190233810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TDss8MlYUtI/AAAAAAAAAMU/W7SXlLSeaus/s200/lumber+jack+show.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Ketchikan we got to see the lumber jack show which was absolutely amazing!!! they were hilarious, buff, talented, and very entertaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493035623648975698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TDsuy94p21I/AAAAAAAAAMc/IVN6DMK941c/s200/Victoria.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Victoria BC had the most amazing buildings! It was very city like but amazingly beautiful. We saw street vendors everywhere and they all brought their dogs with them so I had fun saying hi to the puppies and missing my cute pup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493035625045098082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TDsuzDFg_mI/AAAAAAAAAMk/A7fYElD4i0k/s200/Victoria+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This was like where Parliament gathered or something??? sorry bad memory... but it was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493035633602857490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TDsuzi92ChI/AAAAAAAAAMs/6i_8gSMS91k/s200/Victoria+Darth.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Darth Vader plays the violin on the streets of Victoria. What a crazy man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493036092643433314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TDsvORBpW2I/AAAAAAAAAM0/KVdm1DXyUjI/s200/family.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is us! Thanks Ya'll. Especially Mom and Dad for paying for the cruise and most everything we did while their! I love you all for giving me these great memories.&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-2900635569539862181?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2900635569539862181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=2900635569539862181' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/2900635569539862181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/2900635569539862181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2010/07/alaska-cruise.html' title='Alaska Cruise!'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TDsshXrv-4I/AAAAAAAAALM/J5KUzHUif0k/s72-c/Rotterdam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-3875356512308868432</id><published>2010-06-22T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T08:31:39.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty pleasures</title><content type='html'>I think I embarrass Casey. This week has made it kind of easy to see. Luckily, he likes that I'm quirky and weird. I have a HUGE list of guilty pleasures. My definition of guilty pleasure; something that I LOVE, that I find a little embarrassing. Now, there are many things that should probably be on this list that I won't include because while some might be ashamed, I think it much too awesome. Like my love for starwars. But anyway, here are my guilty pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;musicals&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485615893022365138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TCDSlzXV1dI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Kg-QjGwrXgs/s200/brides.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twilight (yes, I've read them all about 5 times.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taylor Lautner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ella Enchanted (I read it a couple times a year.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Backstreet boys &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;NSYNC (boy bands probably shouldn't make the list. Everyone secretly loves them. Don't lie, you know you do.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485620607155971442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TCDW4M4YJXI/AAAAAAAAALE/QpaxwPTeqew/s200/boybands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Limp Bizkit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vampire Diaries&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485619007005131698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TCDVbD2sA7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/oxN0nppZP1M/s200/vampire+diaries.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Glee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hilary Duff Movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arnold Schwarzenegger&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485619827147045026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TCDWKzHweKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/TDdpI83ZRG0/s200/arnold+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brittany spears&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-3875356512308868432?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3875356512308868432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=3875356512308868432' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/3875356512308868432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/3875356512308868432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2010/06/guilty-pleasures.html' title='Guilty pleasures'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/TCDSlzXV1dI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Kg-QjGwrXgs/s72-c/brides.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-6766711188548277644</id><published>2010-06-06T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T20:34:59.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loving it</title><content type='html'>Things I really love (that aren't alive with organs and shtuff) that I've been thinking about lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walking barefoot outside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the mountains&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;water (rain, rivers, puddles, lakes, waterfalls, drinking water, I love it all)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Witty banter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;basketball shorts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sweats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;air conditioning ( thanks Willis Haviland Carrier, the inventor of A.C.) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my pop corn popper and pop corn accessories (Thanks Missy and Dani)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;crystal light packets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blankets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quaking aspens&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the sunshine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;texting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taco Amigo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;and that's my love for inanimate objects for the day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-6766711188548277644?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6766711188548277644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=6766711188548277644' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/6766711188548277644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/6766711188548277644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2010/06/loving-it.html' title='loving it'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-4769322561134087488</id><published>2010-05-19T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T08:34:22.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mononucleosis</title><content type='html'>Yes, Casey has the Kissing Disease. And it is AWFUL!!!! I have never seen Casey so sick. That is including when he had appendicitis. He keeps saying he'd rather have appendicitis. His throat is so sore that it takes every ounce of strength just to swallow his own spit. He's got a fever, sleeps the majority of the day and still looks exhausted, can barely talk, can't eat or drink much of anything without me forcing him too for a good 1/2 hour, has a stiff neck, swollen glands and lymph nodes, a head ache, and all around feels like death. So here's his story...&lt;br /&gt;Casey has been sick for a couple of weeks with a cold. So when Casey started going to bed at 7:00 and 8:00 completely exhausted I didn't think anything of it. He usually goes to bed at 9:00, and Casey is ALWAYS tired anyway, so I didn't think anything of it. Well last week he had so much sinus pressure and neck pain and a 5 day migraine that nothing could help. (PS he went to work EVERY DAY!) so last thursday he goes to the doctor and they tell him he has a sinus infection (oh did I mention that? on top of mono he also has a sinus infection!!) So he starts taking some stuff for that and then Sunday night he woke up at about 12:30, when I went to bed, and didn't fall back asleep due to the pain in his throat and his inability to swallow. He woke me up at 4:30 telling me there was something wrong and he needed to go to the doctor. Now, Casey knows his body really well, when he says he has to go to the doctor, something &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;wrong. But, even though I knew something was wrong, I don't take kindly to being woken up and it took me til about 5:15 to get out of bed and put a bra on so I could take him to the ER. There were some pretty crazy lumps on the back of his neck that the doctor instantly diagnosed as mono but they ran the test just to be sure. The Bad News: There is nothing a doctor can do for mono except give you pain pills for your sore throat, No spit swapping for 6 weeks (yeah right.), and no contact sports or his spleen could rupture. The Good News: We know what's wrong with him.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I know about Mono:&lt;br /&gt;Mono is generally caused by the Epstein-Barr Virus (EBV). Most people get infected with EBV at some point in there lives but it doesn't turn to Mono. EBV stays dormant in most people and flares up just enough to pass on to unsuspecting sick people. EBV is passed through saliva, tears, or mucus. So sharing drinks or utensils or kissing can cause infection. It's likely that I have dormant EBV in my body since they found traces when I was younger and Logan had Mono... so it's &lt;em&gt;possible&lt;/em&gt; that I gave it to Casey, or  really, anybody since Casey and I aren't exactly germ-a-phobic. The reason it turned to Mono is because Casey's body was in a state of stress from his appendix surgery. He's been sick on and off ever since, never completely healing. It &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; also be from his sinus infection medicine which weakens the immune system by killing off some of the good stuff in order to get rid of the bad. Mono lasts about 6 weeks and until he is feeling better he is contagious as well as at risk of a ruptured spleen if he decides to play contact sports (sorry Justin, no paintballing!).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we're working on finding things he can get down his poor throat. broth, yogurt, water, juice, herbal tea, and apple sauce almost kill him; but it's all we've got for now. He's been snoring due to the sinus infection mixed with a throat swollen to twice it's normal size and so he'll snore and then won't be able to breath (like sleep apnea) and then jolt and continue on sleeping. needless to say, my sleep has also been affected. Last night the swelling in his throat went down a little and we both slept better than we have in about a week. Anyway, give him a little prayer and I'm sorry this is the longest blog post ever... forgive me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-4769322561134087488?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4769322561134087488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=4769322561134087488' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/4769322561134087488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/4769322561134087488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2010/05/mononucleosis.html' title='Mononucleosis'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-5131716830087534989</id><published>2010-05-11T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:18:01.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWENTY-TWO!</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is official, I am the big two-two. It is the point where there is nothing left to look forward to. 8; baptised 16; driving and dating, 18; your legal 21; drinking and gambling. the next thing I'm excited for is senior citizen discounts and early bird specials! Dang that's a long way off.... ;)&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, my birthday was spectacular! I wish I had pictures but, as you all know, I suck at remembering my camera. Casey gave me 3 pairs of jeans and a collection of Howard Keel musicals (I asked for 7 brides for 7 brothers and he surprised me by getting me 4 musicals instead of just one!!!! WOOT!) I love musicals! I LOVE to sing along! SO, the deal was that Casey had to watch 7 brides for 7brothers with me and if he fell asleep (which he always does during movies) then I get a reward of 2 trips to the movie theatre, complete with popcorn, in the month of May (he hates movie's in the movie theatre also). He fell asleep and I got to go to Iron Man 2  on Saturday. On my birthday he also had flowers delivered to my work and he made me spaghetti for dinner! mmm... spaghetti.... I also got lunch from Tisha at Taco Amigo! mmm... Taco amigo.... I have awesome friends and family, I got phone calls and texts and facebook messages all day! Ali sent me "the book thief", which I also got from Logan and Natalie as well as "lovely bones". I also got 2 books from Danielle! They all know of my obsession with books. :D Then on Friday we went to dinner with the Giles', Bigelows, and Richins at Olive Garden and played games at our house. Oh how I love them. They are all SO freakin hilarious! I can always count on a good time with that crazy group. Sunday we had my family party and I got more sweet gear, Including a popcorn kit complete with FOUR different types of seasoning AND professional butter! oh man am I psyched! Luke and Missy know of my OBSESSION with popcorn. mmm... popcorn...&lt;br /&gt;All in all my birthday was full of the things I love; Family, friends, books, musicals, and of course, ALL of my favorite FOODS! (including cake. mmm... cake.... even the word is delicious.) Thanks everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-5131716830087534989?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5131716830087534989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=5131716830087534989' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/5131716830087534989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/5131716830087534989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2010/05/twenty-two.html' title='TWENTY-TWO!'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-3691904697729742058</id><published>2010-04-22T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T11:33:47.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossroads</title><content type='html'>I've heard the expression "a crossroad in your life" many many many times. I thought I had reached crossroads before. If  I have, they haven't been like this one. I just keep thinking "now what?" After high school the decision to go to Snow was an easy one. The decision to marry Casey an even easier one, and every decision since has been made &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; Casey. This one's all on me. I graduate from UVU this month. Now what? Do I go get a job as a case worker? Do I try to find something in an RTC? Do I keep my job (that I dare say I hate) because the benefits ROCK and it'll pay for Casey's school and it's comfortable? If so should I find something part time also? or just volunteer and become a mentor? Do I scour the nation for an awesome Masters in Social Work Program?  NOW WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.... I'll figure it out. But for now, Thank you Blog for letting me vent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-3691904697729742058?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3691904697729742058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=3691904697729742058' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/3691904697729742058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/3691904697729742058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2010/04/crossroads.html' title='Crossroads'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-8006576290826774473</id><published>2010-04-07T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T09:43:31.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson Hole 2010</title><content type='html'>A couple of weekends ago Casey and I got to take a day off work and head to Jackson Hole! We went with Katie and Jason and it was so nice! (I discovered dramamine and it is a beautiful thing! I didn't have to sleep to avoid throwing up!) We went down for the Hill climbs. This is when snowmobiles climb up a really steep mountain side. The Hill Climbs made it official; I am definitely a redneck. We ate, shopped in all the cute little tourist shops, ate, relaxed, ate, went on a ride through the elk refuge (the horses that pull you are awesome!) and did I mention we ate a lot? I have to rave about "Lee's Tee's" because I got the most amazing pair of sweats! I never want to take them off... mmmm... sweats....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Casey and I really loved having a relaxing weekend away even if it was much too short. Here are some of our pictures! (oh and I added pics of my flowers to my last post... if you care?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S7yy_johD6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/06UcYlF9yxY/s1600/jackson+round+2010+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457433653432881058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S7yy_johD6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/06UcYlF9yxY/s320/jackson+round+2010+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The only picture of the 4 of us. It was taken by a drunk guy, that's why it's blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S7yy_N6gz1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/GKd-qaiAFWU/s1600/jackson+round+2010+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457433647602782034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S7yy_N6gz1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/GKd-qaiAFWU/s320/jackson+round+2010+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted to be friends with this elk. He was funny.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457434458179791154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S7yzuZjIaTI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ccWmn9avzbA/s320/jackson+round+2010+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My Good lookin hubby on the carriage ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S7yy-gw8zAI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ef6QnD4IOsA/s1600/jackson+round+2010+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457433635483077634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S7yy-gw8zAI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ef6QnD4IOsA/s320/jackson+round+2010+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Casey and his brother getting DOMINATED in battle of the sexes. To be fair they were much nicer to Katie and I then we were to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S7yy-BVJUoI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Q3v9b0URUh4/s1600/jackson+round+2010+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457433627044958850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S7yy-BVJUoI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Q3v9b0URUh4/s320/jackson+round+2010+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us messin around in the hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S7yy9v3ASlI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DvxE1cr8lNw/s1600/jackson+round+2010+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457433622355135058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S7yy9v3ASlI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DvxE1cr8lNw/s320/jackson+round+2010+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Casey and I under one of the awesome antler arches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457434032118586370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S7yzVmWOXAI/AAAAAAAAAKM/q62Y9dZoTBc/s320/jackson+round+2010+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Me trying to take on a wolf in the visitors center which is actually really cool. I think I could've won.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-8006576290826774473?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8006576290826774473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=8006576290826774473' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/8006576290826774473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/8006576290826774473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2010/04/jackson-hole-2010.html' title='Jackson Hole 2010'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S7yy_johD6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/06UcYlF9yxY/s72-c/jackson+round+2010+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-6615356095134423409</id><published>2010-03-24T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T09:27:42.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>turn that frown upside down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S7yychbhQJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/FZ7lcRCgbic/s1600/jackson+round+2010+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457433051546075282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S7yychbhQJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/FZ7lcRCgbic/s400/jackson+round+2010+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S7yycP6dtjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iTH1zEjibEA/s1600/jackson+round+2010+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457433046844028466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S7yycP6dtjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iTH1zEjibEA/s400/jackson+round+2010+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday was a bad day. Not the kind where everything goes wrong. The kind that you bring on yourself by allowing yourself to think (I knew thinking was dangerous). I tried all my usual tactics; blaring music so loud it hurts my ears, repeating "It's ok, It's ok, It's ok" over and over again, reading, etc.. It was all to no avail because I have responsibilities and so I can't just hide out with music and a book.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday Casey calls me when he gets to the car to begin the long trek home from SLC. Yesterday, our conversation went like this Leslie:"Hubby Moon!" Casey:"hi wifey, how's work" L: "Lame" (this is my usual answer) C: "Are you ok?" (my tone must have been off) L:"long day". And then we chatted about our day. When I made it home I had time to change, get my stuff together, and head off to the store to buy supplies for my night at Slate Canyon. To my lovely surprise I walk in, pet the excited puppy, and go to drop my purse on the table when I see My favorite flowers, in our wedding colors, sitting in a vase on the table. They are so beautiful! I looked at Casey and said "what are these for" and he just shrugs and says "you sounded like you had a bad day".&lt;br /&gt;These gorgeous flowers made everything better. I won't lie and say I was instantly in a good mood or my worries went away, but they upped my positive quotient and made the rest of my night a LOT easier and pleasant. Thanks Hubby Moon for being great! I wish I had pictures to post but perhaps I'll get them up tomorrow! :D&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/6329148552771743589-6615356095134423409?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6615356095134423409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=6615356095134423409' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/6615356095134423409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/6615356095134423409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2010/03/turn-that-frown-upside-down.html' title='turn that frown upside down'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S7yychbhQJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/FZ7lcRCgbic/s72-c/jackson+round+2010+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-870821582951673598</id><published>2010-02-26T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T08:28:53.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Do List</title><content type='html'>Here's my list of things I want to do at some point. I'm hoping that by writing (typing) them down I'll have a reminder. So here they are in no real order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sky diving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the east coast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Help a complete stranger in a big way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skinny dip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make and serve a fancy five or six course meal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go on a cruise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a baby boy &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pet a tiger. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a dog that weighs &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; 160 lbs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy Casey the best snow mobile on the market (or his dream truck)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Build homes with habitat for humanity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn the basics of car mechanics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meet a REALLY famous person and pretend not to know who they are. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swim/lay in a pool filled with pudding (or noodles)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all I can think of for now... It's not too much to ask for right? ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-870821582951673598?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/870821582951673598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=870821582951673598' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/870821582951673598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/870821582951673598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-do-list.html' title='To Do List'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-2918451033370441993</id><published>2010-02-09T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:11:54.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My PG girls</title><content type='html'>I just don't know what I'd do without these girls. They always make me feel loved and supported and I can tell them all about the stupid people who piss me off and about my cute family and they get mad with me and happy with me (or at least pretend to be ;)). They are fabulous. I've been best friends with Tisha since forth grade and Katy and Maeg since fifth. Thanks for stickin around girlies! Love you! Thanks for playing with me Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436306662004007410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S3GkGzbWofI/AAAAAAAAAJE/mtf7uJl9r8o/s400/the+girls" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look scary. But they look Cute! on the left is me and then Tisha, on the right is Maegan and then Katy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-2918451033370441993?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2918451033370441993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=2918451033370441993' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/2918451033370441993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/2918451033370441993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-pg-girls.html' title='My PG girls'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S3GkGzbWofI/AAAAAAAAAJE/mtf7uJl9r8o/s72-c/the+girls' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-3049123659631802266</id><published>2010-01-26T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:42:20.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Longest weekend ever</title><content type='html'>This last weekend was very event filled. There were 3 main things that happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Casey had appendicitis (spelling?). We had to go and get a CT scan for him and 30 minutes after we got the results he was under the knife. We got out of the hospital monday morning and he's doing fabulous. The did it laproscopically (meaning they took it out of his belly button! SWEET!) and he's just tired and sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ANNIE ELLA MAGNUSSON was born! Yay new niece! that's number 15 for Casey and I and it's still just as exciting as the first ones! She's gorgeous! she was put through a bit of an ordeal during the delivery and her poor mother had a 17 hour delivery. But she is here and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Logan's engaged!!! (yes, this is the third time I've edited this post) I think he's a slacker for not having a ring yet... ;) but oh well! We're all way excited to have Natalie in the family! Yay for new sisters! She's perfect for Logan and I feel partly responsable since I kind of hooked them up. Kind of.... haha I'll just be proud of myself! We kind of guessed what with all the forehead kisses and the constant touching... ;) YAY Logan and Natalie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this weekend was very busy... and I'm exhausted. But for the most part it was great! Poor Casey got to hear most of the good news from a hospital bed... Anyway! I hope everyone's doing great! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-3049123659631802266?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3049123659631802266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=3049123659631802266' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/3049123659631802266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/3049123659631802266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2010/01/longest-weekend-ever.html' title='Longest weekend ever'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-6858567140985241287</id><published>2010-01-21T08:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T08:23:45.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for Best Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I must start this post by telling everyone what a bad person I am. I forgot my best friend, Ali's, Birthday.... Yes I know, How can someone forget there best friends birthday!? Well if you've met me, then you know how. I'm a flake. Ali has to remind me when her birthday is, along with everyone elses birthday, aniversary, holidays, etc. etc... I'm sorry I'm so dependent on you Al! So, I took a trip down to Cedar City last weekend to play with her! We spent a lot of time talking, (us? talk? never!) and interrupting Trav's football time, but it was perfect! Mickey Fillerup even came and played!!! Yay Mickey! Casey couldn't come because he worked Monday (and I didn't) and he had plans already. Again, I was bad with pictures but here's what I got. Love you best friend! Thanks for being fantastic! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429227761697248914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S1h94kynVpI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Nv1VVCtZTNU/s400/Holidays+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and the birthday girl looking good in our pj's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429227743697069378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S1h93hvCZUI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Dbb3GFDfG7U/s400/Holidays+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;These are the three people who made my weekend fantastic! Thanks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429227755664700514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S1h94OUV9GI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pv9WEbUXVYE/s400/Holidays+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Bahahaha I like this picture! Trav, you still owe me cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429227776287179602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S1h95bJIA1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/-0rcdftZOPE/s400/Holidays+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I love my best friend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-6858567140985241287?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6858567140985241287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=6858567140985241287' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/6858567140985241287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/6858567140985241287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2010/01/yay-for-best-friends.html' title='Yay for Best Friends!'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S1h94kynVpI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Nv1VVCtZTNU/s72-c/Holidays+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-6087637373430314547</id><published>2010-01-21T07:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T08:10:03.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Crazy Christmas</title><content type='html'>This Christmas was crazy and fantastic! The Magnusson side changed plans on us a few times and so we never actually had a set plan. Meaning we tried to hit every main event with both the Moon's and the Magnusson's. I was sick all Christmas weekend with a really bad cold but it was still a blast! We did Zoo lights and Christmas eve with the Moon's and Christmas eve day with the Magnusson's. Christmas day was a jumble. We did breakfast and presents with both families and lunch/dinner with both families as well. (yes we ate A LOT!) As always we were really bad about taking pictures. I finally remembered my camera as the second set of presents was being opened... sorry Moon family! Any way, here are some pics from the Mag family madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429223675014340658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S1h6Kste4DI/AAAAAAAAAIE/EzT5U_bsiS0/s400/Holidays+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think this picture really captures the madness that is Christmas. Take note that this is only half of the room. The other half looks exactly the same only with more kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S1h6MtmOiYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/39M5TZXvdyQ/s1600-h/Holidays+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429223709612083586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S1h6MtmOiYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/39M5TZXvdyQ/s400/Holidays+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Casey got Birthday cookies with candles! the kids helped him blow them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S1h6LgvuL1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/aR4VzjIL9YE/s1600-h/Holidays+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429223688982376274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S1h6LgvuL1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/aR4VzjIL9YE/s400/Holidays+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was Pirate Cheetah and his puppy. Peyton will not let you call him anything but Cheetah and Skills' new name is "Dup".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S1h6LK39XdI/AAAAAAAAAIM/teJUdNNTvgI/s1600-h/Holidays+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429223683111345618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S1h6LK39XdI/AAAAAAAAAIM/teJUdNNTvgI/s400/Holidays+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't he the best Indiana Jones ever?! What a stud. Mom got costumes and the kids just loved them! I didn't get Shelby in her Princess dress and jewels or Little Casey in his fireman hat. What a bad picture taker I am.... Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-6087637373430314547?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6087637373430314547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=6087637373430314547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/6087637373430314547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/6087637373430314547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2010/01/crazy-crazy-christmas.html' title='Crazy Crazy Christmas'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S1h6Kste4DI/AAAAAAAAAIE/EzT5U_bsiS0/s72-c/Holidays+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-5413950388745071545</id><published>2010-01-21T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T07:59:08.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for the Giles'</title><content type='html'>I know this is delayed, but, I'm super excited for Brady and Ashlee. They are just so dang cute together! We're so glad that Brady found Ashlee; she's perfect for him! We love playing with these two and we're so glad that we got to share in there special day. They both looked super hot! but no one looked as good as Hubby Moon did in his "best man" tux! Mmmm he looked good! ;) here's some really bad pictures from the wedding, sorry they're all I have for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S1h4sFo4nDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/txHalAT6Cyg/s1600-h/Holidays+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429222049618369586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S1h4sFo4nDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/txHalAT6Cyg/s400/Holidays+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There first dance... fer cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S1h4ru30M6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/sfGrI6ib5w4/s1600-h/Holidays+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429222043506979746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S1h4ru30M6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/sfGrI6ib5w4/s400/Holidays+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of those rare moments where we have a pic of both of us. I thought it should be documented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S1h4rJzVz9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/IUmODehv86s/s1600-h/Holidays+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429222033556099026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S1h4rJzVz9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/IUmODehv86s/s400/Holidays+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right after smashing cake in each others faces! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-5413950388745071545?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5413950388745071545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=5413950388745071545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/5413950388745071545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/5413950388745071545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2010/01/yay-for-giles.html' title='Yay for the Giles&apos;'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/S1h4sFo4nDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/txHalAT6Cyg/s72-c/Holidays+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-4541077896752122347</id><published>2009-12-29T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T12:08:46.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day of Casey's birth! Woot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SzphZNEN5DI/AAAAAAAAAHk/s7BbqfpEJzU/s1600-h/green+river+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420752187125785650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SzphZNEN5DI/AAAAAAAAAHk/s7BbqfpEJzU/s400/green+river+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Hubby Moon! Today is Casey's 22nd birthday so I must have a mushy moment. He is the best! He's the best husband in the world, my best friend (copper), the best looking (well tied with Channing and McSteamy), an excellent Friend to everyone, an excellent brother, uncle, son....etc.. I could go on and on and on. He's fabulous! So, obviously I'm very grateful for his birth. He is perfect for me in every single way and he makes me happy like no one else can. I love you Sir Moon Face. Woot December 29! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-4541077896752122347?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4541077896752122347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=4541077896752122347' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/4541077896752122347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/4541077896752122347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-of-caseys-birth-woot.html' title='The day of Casey&apos;s birth! Woot!'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SzphZNEN5DI/AAAAAAAAAHk/s7BbqfpEJzU/s72-c/green+river+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-2169775577010105162</id><published>2009-12-09T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:07:24.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bahumbug</title><content type='html'>Boo Snow&lt;br /&gt;Boo Cold (Skills is going to get hypothermia!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to crash my truck into something valuable that I'll have to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;Boo Finals Week&lt;br /&gt;I'm already sick of Christmas music.&lt;br /&gt;Boo Price Canyon and Highway 6 for daily making me worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-2169775577010105162?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2169775577010105162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=2169775577010105162' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/2169775577010105162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/2169775577010105162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2009/12/bahumbug.html' title='Bahumbug'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-3885162108963286151</id><published>2009-12-03T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:47:17.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Future!</title><content type='html'>Crazy Cool! I recommend checking this out when you have a minute. kind of long but seriously awesome. Thanks for showing me Michelle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/pranav_mistry_the_thrilling_potential_of_sixthsense_technology.html"&gt;http://www.ted.com/talks/pranav_mistry_the_thrilling_potential_of_sixthsense_technology.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-3885162108963286151?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3885162108963286151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=3885162108963286151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/3885162108963286151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/3885162108963286151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2009/12/welcome-to-future.html' title='Welcome to the Future!'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-5700958740489764577</id><published>2009-11-23T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T07:39:24.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a fantastic day. I dare say a perfect day. Day to day life can be dull and monotonous or stressful and frustrating, but then a day like yesterday happens and I seriously don't think it's possible for life to get better. :) So, here are the ingredients for my fantastic day of rest; sleeping in, playing with Casey and Skills, holding Casey's arms while skills tortures him by licking his face, church (lesson on gratitude), reading while Casey watches football, cooking with Casey, Speghetti, jello for desert, brownies for desert #2, Giving Casey lick torture round 2, Greys anatomy while cuddling on the couch, and finally being sandwiched between Casey and Skills as I fell asleep for the night. What a fabulous day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-5700958740489764577?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5700958740489764577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=5700958740489764577' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/5700958740489764577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/5700958740489764577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2009/11/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-5468148785245208571</id><published>2009-11-17T07:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T08:00:26.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Yes I know this post is very delayed but this was what we did on Halloween! We carved pumpkins! haha yes, we do realize you are supposed to carve them before the actual night of Halloween but, it was fun anyway! It was my first time actually &lt;em&gt;carving&lt;/em&gt; a pumpkin. Mom and dad must not have trusted me and Logan with knives... we always painted ours! any way, Casey carved his Haunted house pumpkin and skills' blues clues pumpkin (yes we carved our dog a pumpkin) in the time that I carved one simple face! In my defense, I was using a kitchen knife while he had a carving tool. We had a blast! We were very proud of our pumpkins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SwLGmmbjt6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Rtos3OKq1CQ/s1600/IMG_2093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405100869251479458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SwLGmmbjt6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Rtos3OKq1CQ/s400/IMG_2093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Skills with the pumpkins. She loved the pumpkin guts! It's her new favorite treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SwLGmTu4BOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/pF-v8_MorWk/s1600/IMG_2094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405100864232228066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SwLGmTu4BOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/pF-v8_MorWk/s400/IMG_2094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The master of the pumpkin carve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SwLGlw73SdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/A04t-Tf4T1E/s1600/IMG_2092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405100854891465170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SwLGlw73SdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/A04t-Tf4T1E/s400/IMG_2092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Skills with her blues clues pumpkin. Isn't it cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405102495325905266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SwLIFQB6YXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/AhhrNB7vSL4/s400/IMG_2099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I thought this was amazing! In the picture you can't tell but there are a lot of little pillars that are super hard not to break! good job Casey!&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/6329148552771743589-5468148785245208571?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5468148785245208571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=5468148785245208571' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/5468148785245208571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/5468148785245208571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SwLGmmbjt6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Rtos3OKq1CQ/s72-c/IMG_2093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-1129159339176266633</id><published>2009-10-20T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T08:01:59.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot Fall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/St3LrjZ56SI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QHpRSfJZYqI/s1600-h/fall.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394691877758429474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/St3LrjZ56SI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QHpRSfJZYqI/s400/fall.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I absolutely LOVE the fall! It comes from years of playing in the rain and jumping in leaves! The leaves are gorgeous and the weather is fabulous. We have proven that it is a wonderful time to take pictures; last year we did Magnusson family photos and this year we did Moon family photos (which I will post when I get copies). Alright there are a few things that are rough about fall, so here are my lists:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down-FALLS (haha get it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;you can feel winter coming. winter is cold. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's hunting season. so Hubby Moon is missing on weekends. (I spent 3 1/2 days without him! that's a record since being married. yes I realize I am pathetic.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kinda related to the last one, I hate telling Casey to kill a deer fast, I feel morbid, but I want him to get one so that he stops leaving me! So instead I tell him to catch a deer. It makes me feel better to imagine him catching a deer with his bare hands.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Positives (sorry couldn't think of a whitty pun...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The colors of provo canyon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;playing in leaves. Which we need to do again Al, think your neighbors would mind?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;playing in rain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the smell of rain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the mud that rain makes. I love mud. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Halloween (any axcuse to buy candy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knowing that Thanksgiving is getting close (any excuse to eat food! :))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting to go to lots of Movies since the weather won't permit out door wanderings. (Casey doesn't like movies, I know, what a weirdo, but this time of year I can get him to take me! Or while he's hunting I go with friends. Woot movies and movie theatre popcorn!!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The perfect temperature to curl up with a blanket in my sweats. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I know this is a strange/lame post but I had to dedicate something to my favorite season and it kind of lets everyone know what we're up to; Casey, hunting, Me, same old same old. :) I hope everyone's enjoying fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-1129159339176266633?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1129159339176266633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=1129159339176266633' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/1129159339176266633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/1129159339176266633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2009/10/woot-fall.html' title='Woot Fall!'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/St3LrjZ56SI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QHpRSfJZYqI/s72-c/fall.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-3925928865481747396</id><published>2009-09-30T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T07:25:50.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy, I sure did!</title><content type='html'>I want to be friends with this women. This was the best forward that I've gotten in a while. Please enjoy it as much as I did. I TOTALLY agree that this slogan is the worst! but this woman articulates it like I can only dream of doing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Maxi Pads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an actual letter from an Austin woman sent to American company&lt;br /&gt;Proctor and Gamble regarding their feminine products. She really gets&lt;br /&gt;rolling after the first paragraph. It's PC Magazine's 2007 editors'&lt;br /&gt;choice for best webmail-award-winning letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Thatcher,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi pads for over 20 years&lt;br /&gt;and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core&lt;br /&gt;or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa&lt;br /&gt;dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach&lt;br /&gt;in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your&lt;br /&gt;revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough&lt;br /&gt;to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell&lt;br /&gt;you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16&lt;br /&gt;in my pants.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? I'm guessing you&lt;br /&gt;haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now. As I type, I&lt;br /&gt;can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just&lt;br /&gt;a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into&lt;br /&gt;what my husband likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.'&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the human body amazing?&lt;br /&gt;As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen&lt;br /&gt;quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customer's&lt;br /&gt;monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the&lt;br /&gt;bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood&lt;br /&gt;swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize&lt;br /&gt;it's a tough time for most women.&lt;br /&gt;The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just&lt;br /&gt;crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants... Which brings me to the&lt;br /&gt;reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so&lt;br /&gt;painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I&lt;br /&gt;opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing,&lt;br /&gt;were these words: 'Have a Happy Period.'&lt;br /&gt;Are you f------ kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny&lt;br /&gt;middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing&lt;br /&gt;happiness, is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned&lt;br /&gt;above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless&lt;br /&gt;you're some kind of sick S&amp;amp;M freak, there will never be anything 'happy'&lt;br /&gt;about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua&lt;br /&gt;and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the&lt;br /&gt;local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end&lt;br /&gt;your life in a blaze of glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you have to slap a&lt;br /&gt;moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say&lt;br /&gt;something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or&lt;br /&gt;'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong',&lt;br /&gt;Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective&lt;br /&gt;immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have&lt;br /&gt;chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will&lt;br /&gt;certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your&lt;br /&gt;brand of condescending bullshit. And that's a promise I will keep.&lt;br /&gt;Always. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best,&lt;br /&gt;Wendi Aarons&lt;br /&gt;Austin, TX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-3925928865481747396?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3925928865481747396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=3925928865481747396' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/3925928865481747396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/3925928865481747396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2009/09/enjoy-i-sure-did.html' title='Enjoy, I sure did!'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-2830533197425252380</id><published>2009-09-23T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:51:14.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies LOVE country boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384700981395372258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SrpNA2HEuOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2cTZcLMHzGo/s400/urban.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Fabulous! Absolutely Fabulous! That is all that I can say about my latest concert goings. Of course I forgot my Camera but maybe I can talk Maeg and Cassie into some of theirs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; First a few weeks ago I got a call from Maegan saying she had 2 tickets to Keith Urban! So I went down, got to hang out with Maeg, ate at California Pizza Kitchen, and got to see a fabulous concert! Now, I must admit, I have never been a huge Keith Urban fan. Don't get me wrong, I like a lot of his songs but I just have something against a man with highlights... not really sure why that is? Anyway, as the concert progressed, I could only think of 2 words to describe the man; sex appeal. Even in his sparkly shirt he had this charisma that was undeniable! It was amazing!!! He changed guitars after every song and each one was unique and spectacular. Little Big Town opened for him and they were okay too... But the energy that Keith brings was awesome. He almost got smashed at one point; people got too excited that he was walking by and broke a railing, only one person was hurt, but Maeg was more worried about how Keith was seconds from death, HAHAHA good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384700996520168194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SrpNBudGywI/AAAAAAAAAG0/EyRzxMGvQKc/s400/brad_paisley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next was the wonderful Brad Paisley. Oh how I love this man ;). We went to the concert with Logan and Natalie (thanks for buying the tickets Nat!) and then discovered Casssie and Michael were there! So we had great company! We missed the opening act due to the BYU football game, but we got to see Dierks Bentley, Who was GREAT! He sounds exactly like he does on radio. He even did "What Was I Thinking" which always reminds me of speeding through unpaved areas with Mickey after fixing a broken down truck.  And then of course there was Brad. The videos he played were unique and fabulous, and he sounded great as well! He sang most of my favorite Brad songs and the lightening and a little rain made the concert even better!!! We jammed out to "online" "I'm still a guy" "Welcome to the Future" and many more songs and listening to "Then" live made it even better!!! (I love that song. It had to be written for me and Casey.) Anyway, He was FABULOUS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The concerts were so much fun Thanks Maeg! Thanks Logan, Natalie, Cassie, Michael, and Casey. And a big fat thank you to Keith and Brad for being dream boats.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-2830533197425252380?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2830533197425252380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=2830533197425252380' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/2830533197425252380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/2830533197425252380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2009/09/ladies-love-country-boys.html' title='Ladies LOVE country boys'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SrpNA2HEuOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2cTZcLMHzGo/s72-c/urban.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-2813721412781130019</id><published>2009-09-04T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T11:02:48.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter</title><content type='html'>I have found that things that I once found funny, I find funny every time. It's ridiculous how I just can't help but crack up when I see or hear these certain things. So here is my list of things that get me every time! without fail! Some of them have a story behind them, that I won't share don't worry, and some of them are just plain funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ice Age the movie (1 and 2). Man it gets me every time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pop goes the Weasel. (or Plop goes the fat weasel)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skills sleeping on her back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ali. Any one who knows her knows that you will crack up at least once while with her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"My lasagne!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Batty's rap in Ferngully&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thinking about Logans Gay Panguin belly flop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thinking about Mom beating Logan while trying to act out "abduction" then peeing her pants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"That chilli must be getting to me!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nathan Baum wearing my shirt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The adventures of man hands and fluff"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;speaking giggle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby bottle pops&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ben and Jerry's &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chubby hubby ice cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping on the street in LA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are many things that make me crack up. These are just the ones I can think of today. And yes, I'm cracking up as I write this! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-2813721412781130019?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2813721412781130019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=2813721412781130019' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/2813721412781130019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/2813721412781130019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2009/09/laughter.html' title='Laughter'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-2239930783556248701</id><published>2009-08-31T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T07:55:25.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AWESOME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/Spvh9urQmwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QRJGuj9eIiA/s1600-h/nickelback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376139030814563074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/Spvh9urQmwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QRJGuj9eIiA/s400/nickelback.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last Wednesday (yes, we missed our first day of classes for this) we got to go to the Nickelback concert!!!! It was freakin' awesome! Saving Abel, Papa Roach, Hinder, and, of course, Nickelback were the bands that were there and all of them were absolutely fabulous! They all sounded exactly as they do on CD and we would know since we were right by the stage! My 2 favorites would have to have been Nickelback of course and probably second was Papa Roach. I was surprised how much I liked Papa Roach because they were the one band that we didn't have their CD and the lead singer had the flu; and still he rocked!!! the concert was at USANA amphitheatre and we were in the pit. We went with Justin and Amanda Richins, Tisha and Shaun, Randy, and His friend Quail. Justin caught a guitar pick thrown by Chad (the lead singer of Nickelback)! and Casey caught a cup that they threw out, he lost it later, but it was just a plastic cup... haha Being in the pit we saw a couple of fights and had a lot of beer thrown on us by Nickelback. It was a fabulous night and I definitely recommend all of these bands! I wish I had pictures! but if you want to see pictures of any of these people let me know, I'll text you the pictures from my phone! Oh and so if you see us walking around in trashy band T-shirts or with our belt buckle (the same one thats on the album cover) No making fun, just be jealous ;). did I mention it was AWESOME!?!&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/6329148552771743589-2239930783556248701?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2239930783556248701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=2239930783556248701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/2239930783556248701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/2239930783556248701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2009/08/awesome.html' title='AWESOME!'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/Spvh9urQmwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QRJGuj9eIiA/s72-c/nickelback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-1783753543939889305</id><published>2009-08-21T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:27:23.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy moments</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I'm sitting in my cubicle working away and a guy comes in and asks for me. My boss points him in my direction and so I turn and see this big vase of roses coming at me. Hubby Moon Face sent me flowers!!! with a note simply saying "I love you" Me and my co-workers spent the next 20 minutes trying to figure out a reason why I got flowers when all of a sudden I realized "it's Casey, I'm sure there for no reason in particular" And I was right. I smiled every time I looked at them. :) It's funny how getting flowers for no reason at all never gets old. Of course I have already killed the majority of the flowers but they were BEAUTIFUL for at least 3 days. That meant 3 days of smiles for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-1783753543939889305?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1783753543939889305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=1783753543939889305' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/1783753543939889305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/1783753543939889305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-moments.html' title='Happy moments'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-4046657580157756214</id><published>2009-08-13T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:00:06.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping: Take 2</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we went down to Green River UT, (and boy is that a happening town!) for Brandon Pluim's birthday. It was so much fun! Apparently when other people plan it we're are actually good campers. There was this fabulous little beach and I will never forget the view at night with the moon light. Gorgeous. The sand was so amazing! we're planning to go back and steal sand to fill our sand box. The trip started kind of rough, Brandon and I took off our life jackets to swim and next thing you know power trip officer Randy Ford is lecturing us for the next 45 minutes and we have life jacket tickets. But, now we know, every one Randy ever talks about is dead because they did something stupid or they're just plain stupid. haha he was a funny man. Any way we both got life jacket tickets (sad day). But the rest of the trip rocked! the weather was awesome, the company was great, and Tisha is apparently my lucky charm! We're going to Vegas! We played poker and since Tish was rusty she was on my team! We did awesome! we got amazing hands and basically just kicked butt. Any way, it was a good trip and now my faith in camping has been restored! enjoy the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369535783085171250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SoRsWH-KYjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/IQ9ZEu_dI6g/s320/green+river+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the group that went (from left; tisha, emily, brandon, Casey, Katy, Me, Emily, Kyle, and Derek) right before taking the raft out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369535793596207330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SoRsWvIMEOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GL8_QBsFrSk/s320/green+river+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Tisha rode with us down and slept in our tent with us! She's so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SoRsYc1XLpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kDQ_m12YI_w/s1600-h/green+river+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369535823045144210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SoRsYc1XLpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kDQ_m12YI_w/s320/green+river+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the beginning of the poker tournament. Me and Tish cleaned house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SoRsX8VXgfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/P69VuXLUM-Y/s1600-h/green+river+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369535814321013234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SoRsX8VXgfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/P69VuXLUM-Y/s320/green+river+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls! Sorry Katy and Emily I know you hate this pic but I like your cute pregnant bellies! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369535829491109906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SoRsY02M0BI/AAAAAAAAAGM/iEBYUgFMKF8/s320/green+river+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon and Katy Pluim. This is the couple that deserves the big hug! Thanks for planning everything perfectly! you guys are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369536328332832290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SoRs13LVbiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sWBiWKaiYqc/s320/green+river+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Emily trying to kiss a frog! love it! she chased this little guy for like 10 minutes! he chased her a little too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369537761269738418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SoRuJRSHa7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/ay5BvLa0Ycg/s320/green+river+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Casey some how was designated chef! He did so good! everything was delicious! pancakes on the dutch oven lid worked awesome!&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-4046657580157756214?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4046657580157756214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=4046657580157756214' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/4046657580157756214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/4046657580157756214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2009/08/camping-take-2.html' title='Camping: Take 2'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SoRsWH-KYjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/IQ9ZEu_dI6g/s72-c/green+river+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-7247193949702406301</id><published>2009-08-04T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:05:43.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Campers Ever!</title><content type='html'>This last weekend we went to Lake Powell. Woot Lake Powell! Well... turns out we must be a bunch of city folk. An array of things went bad; from not having the boat key and having to get the ignition changed out, Brady getting tripped by a leash and falling out of the front of the boat onto asphault, to coyotes eating the dog food at 4 a.m., and our food melting or turning to goo in the wet coolers, and many many more adventures. Oh and it was hot! But the water was so so so fantastic! I could live in Lake Powell water. Honestly even though everything went wrong and we came home early, I loved it! It was absolutely beautiful there. (the top picture is a picture of our camping spot. We found a decent place to pitch our tents!) We went with Brady and his Fiance Ashlee, and their puppy Cal-lee (Cal-lee is Skills best friend and she is now missing her greatly). Skills absolutely LOVED the water and the sand. Cal-lee wasn't a fan so Skills made sure she kept her nice and matted down with wet sand. Any who, here's a bunch of pictures and next time we go to Lake Powell, I might just have to rent a house boat. :) Oh but at least I'm not so pastey anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366115976998439554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SnhGDNiKSoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FnAh3UyHrpI/s320/lake+powell+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Our Camping Spot View. At sunset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366120165140084402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SnhJ2_k8NrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uO-rHz9zjSc/s320/lake+powell+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This had me cracking up hystarically! Casey was sleeping and Skills went in and this is how she chose to lay. I wish  the tent was tall enough to get a full body shot 'cause Casey's hands look just like Skills. Crossed on his chest. She wants to be just like Daddy. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366120160581989154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SnhJ2umNMyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/IoS8x3SPjRU/s320/lake+powell+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm such a fat kid with my s'mores! They were SO messy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366115982061743842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SnhGDgZWLuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-YsCJ_kBVDA/s320/lake+powell+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey with one of the cool red rock cliffs behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366115989858143618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SnhGD9cJzYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/e9Gw4qj5yIc/s320/lake+powell+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Ooohhh sweet... the cute engaged couple spent much of their time staring deep into each others eyes. haha! we had fun making fun of them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366120155738383394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SnhJ2cjZpCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Ez4GDT8l7oE/s320/lake+powell+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I had so many good pics of these two that it was hard to pic one. But I think this one pretty much captures the "red-neck Yacht Club" theme that we were going for. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366123655827648402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SnhNCLZtb5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/AGZf-7w-vsA/s320/lake+powell+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here's the two best friends :) I tried to get both of there faces but man they wrestle too much. But at least you get the gist of how insanely dirty they were the whole time. They spent a lot of time digging holes and then fighting over who got to lay in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-7247193949702406301?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7247193949702406301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=7247193949702406301' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/7247193949702406301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/7247193949702406301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2009/08/worst-campers-ever.html' title='Worst Campers Ever!'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SnhGDNiKSoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FnAh3UyHrpI/s72-c/lake+powell+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-9099234409070631543</id><published>2009-07-28T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T07:56:39.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Hubby Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/Sm8RE3FzDqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/53gVNrJd0gY/s1600-h/skills+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363524456426966690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/Sm8RE3FzDqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/53gVNrJd0gY/s320/skills+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here goes another mushy post. Don't worry, I won't have another one of these for a while! But this one is also very necessary. August 2 will be our second anniversary. Just like last year; we will be camping for the wonderful day! (I don't know how we manage to do that.) Anyway, here we are 2 years later and I still can't believe I snagged up Casey. He really is the best hubby ever. For those of you who have hung out with us, you already know this. I frequently feel bad for people who didn't get to marry him (haha jk! kind of... ) 2 weeks ago some friends of ours were talking about getting married and they decided to make a list of reasons why they want to be married; so me and Casey played too. It was the easiest list I have ever had to make. Here are just a few things that are fabulous about Hubby Moon Face; I married my best friend, he makes me happy when I'm sad, I can never spend enough time with him, and he knows everything about me and I can always be myself and oddly enough at the end of the day he still loves me. If you're reading this you probably know me, I'm kind of strange, luckily Casey says it's cute (cute is code for crazy but it's sweet of him to say so any way.) Well anyway, 2 years down, forever to go! I can't wait! :) And I'm sorry I took Hubby Moon Face off the market. Love you Moon Face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-9099234409070631543?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/9099234409070631543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=9099234409070631543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/9099234409070631543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/9099234409070631543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-hubby-ever.html' title='Best Hubby Ever!'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/Sm8RE3FzDqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/53gVNrJd0gY/s72-c/skills+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-6073312580462633923</id><published>2009-07-02T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T14:04:35.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mushy moments</title><content type='html'>Ok, this blog is going to be kind of silly but it's what I'm thinking today and I think it needs to be blogged. Tuesday night I had dinner with 2 very amazing people. Katy Plume (did I spell that right?) and Tisha Warburton. They have done a lot for me in my life and I have so much respect and love for these girls. I got to thinking about how I really feel that my friends had a deep impact on me as a person. Things weren't always perfect for any of us but we were there for each other. We had times of distance but I always knew they'd be there if I asked them too. I am a confident (maybe overly confident) person, a strong person, and I have faith in the world, I think these things came, at least partially, from my friends. They brought me up when I was down, they held me when I cried, and I truely believe they will be there forever. We'll continue to laugh together untill we're well beyond wrinkled. So Katy, Tisha, Maegan, Ali, and Dani thank you for always being there when I need you and I hope you know I love you forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-6073312580462633923?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6073312580462633923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=6073312580462633923' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/6073312580462633923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/6073312580462633923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2009/07/mushy-moments.html' title='mushy moments'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-7394513840529049853</id><published>2009-06-15T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T07:41:34.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SKILLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SjZchGOA65I/AAAAAAAAAEc/O7YNtSuQTG8/s1600-h/skills+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347563331223874450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SjZchGOA65I/AAAAAAAAAEc/O7YNtSuQTG8/s320/skills+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SjZcg0iCEKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UR_rxp2lQNI/s1600-h/skills+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347563326475997346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SjZcg0iCEKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UR_rxp2lQNI/s320/skills+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SjZcgnQFhCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gBDJgZsk04I/s1600-h/skills+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347563322911065122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SjZcgnQFhCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gBDJgZsk04I/s320/skills+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SjZcgfoyslI/AAAAAAAAAEE/b8OKhI6DGU8/s1600-h/skills+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347563320867205714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SjZcgfoyslI/AAAAAAAAAEE/b8OKhI6DGU8/s320/skills+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SjZcf9Kdk1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fJ4OqmpDpEU/s1600-h/skills+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347563311613186898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SjZcf9Kdk1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fJ4OqmpDpEU/s320/skills+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. So my favorite part is Skills!!! I love her! Now that we have a house we can have a puppy!!! Good guess on the nursery Burlene because she is definitely as spoiled as a baby. (and we actually do have a crib, but no I'm not prego it was just good planning on Casey's part.) Skills is almost 11 weeks old and she is a Black Lab/Viszla mix. So she is all black but her black hair has this red tint to it in the sun. And no, we did not die her hair red. She is so super cute and Casey would like to train her to be a bird dog but I think I ruined her. I'm not so good at discipline unless she's biting someone or peeing on something. Other than that I let her run-a-muck. But she is seriously my baby. I made Logan come sleep with her when we went to Vegas and I try to take her everywhere we go. She also sleeps with us right now so that she'll lick our faces when she has to pee, She's quite the bed hog. Her favorite sleeping postion is laying on her back (she thinks she's a person), she stalks her toys and then pounces (she's part lion), when your holding a toy she wants she'll roll her body (she's part crocodile), she loves to climb on your sholder (she's part parrot), and she tends to waddle when she's being lazy (that's the part of her that's duck). All in all she's a very strange dog which fits in perfect with us! Oh and she LOVES people, Especially kids. She'll try to jump out of the window of the car if she sees someone out there. But yes. That's our baby. She's growing by the second so enjoy the pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-7394513840529049853?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7394513840529049853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=7394513840529049853' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/7394513840529049853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/7394513840529049853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2009/06/skills.html' title='SKILLS'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SjZchGOA65I/AAAAAAAAAEc/O7YNtSuQTG8/s72-c/skills+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-3388901181374127810</id><published>2009-06-09T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T09:54:19.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>Wow. It has been a crazy month! We love love LOVE having a house. It is fabulous! We can be as loud as we want! We have a yard to play in and we went from a crowded apartement to a naked house.  It has been so much fun! of course we are still not unpacked all of the way and some of the rooms still need a little touch up paint but hey, we'll get there. I must admit that I love having a yard. We got to play football in the rain with Dani and Brady and It was SO MUCH FUN! we had to ring out our clothes and hair afterward and poor Casey and Dani took a couple of falls that looked painful. Of course me and Casey would have won but then Casey says next score wins and so Brady and Dani claim that they won. ;)  I also love that I'm not afraid to get on the floor in our house; I feel fine laying on the floor in the living room, the bedroom, the loft, and I'm not afraid I'm going to stand up with spiders dead on me or pokey stickers. Now, I haven't mentioned my absolutely FAVORITE part about our new house yet. Most people know but still, I'm not telling until I can get pictures. I also want to talk about our trip to Vegas. So, in the famous words of Arnold Schwartseneger (sp?), I'll be back. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-3388901181374127810?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3388901181374127810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=3388901181374127810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/3388901181374127810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/3388901181374127810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2009/06/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-2023899488837081615</id><published>2009-05-12T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T08:14:49.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>This quote is my favorite quote of all time. It empowers me. haha yeah that's cheesy I know, but it really does. I gave this quote to my Young Women on the last lesson I taught and I really hope that they listen to it. Any way here it is, even though I'm sure every one has already heard it. It's called "Our Greatest Fear" and it's by Marianne Williamson and was also used in a powerful speech by Nelson Mandela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate, but that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, who are you not to be?&lt;br /&gt;You are a child of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your playing small does not serve the world.There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us.It is not just in some; it is in everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as we let our own light shine, we consciously giveother people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our fear,our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-2023899488837081615?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2023899488837081615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=2023899488837081615' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/2023899488837081615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/2023899488837081615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2009/05/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-7949627698853284901</id><published>2009-05-08T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:03:10.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Should Jam Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SgSpjby7QVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Tok81ozBopg/s1600-h/shinedown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333574284935381330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SgSpjby7QVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Tok81ozBopg/s320/shinedown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So this is going to be a random post. It's actually my ode to music (did I write that correctly?). Any one who has heard me sing would not know that music can speak to my soul like nothing else can. Music can completely change my mood or sympathize with my struggles. Many bands speak to my soul. Colin Raye was one of my first CD's I ever purchased, I was like 10 and he has spoken to my soul ever since. Any who... my list could go on and on, it really just depends on my mood. Lately Hinder has been my angry music, when I want to feel girly I'll listen to Taylor Swift, when I want to feel like I can maybe sing a little I listen to sugarland, when I want to totally jam out I listen to a mix of fantastic nineties songs mixed with some early 2000's that Boomy made for me. Any way, I was thinking about this today as I was listening to our new Shinedown CD, The Sound of Madness. If you have not heard this CD I recommend it. They have an emotional poetic-ness about them, You can totally feel their emotion. Any who, Sorry if you've ever heard me sing, but, it's not going to stop! :)&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/6329148552771743589-7949627698853284901?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7949627698853284901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=7949627698853284901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/7949627698853284901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/7949627698853284901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-this-is-going-to-be-random-post.html' title='We Should Jam Out'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SgSpjby7QVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Tok81ozBopg/s72-c/shinedown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-7240423282348018825</id><published>2009-04-21T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:39:35.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>So... every one guess what I'm getting for my birthday. now I'll tell you...................................... A HOUSE! me and Casey close on our new house on May 4. check it out &lt;a href="http://www.spanishforkutahhomeforsale.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.spanishforkutahhomeforsale.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; This is where me and Casey will call home for the next chapter in our lives. haha that sounded so cheesey. So for those of you who have talked to us lately this has basically consumed all of our free time. And yes we have been accepted on 2 others that we later backed out on, so no, you don't have to believe me when I say we WILL take this one. But, for the record, no bad has come with this one, only good so it's definite. Any way I'm insanely nervous (change is hard for me, commitment is hard for me, buying a house is like a nightmare!) and Casey is Insanely excited! especially after this weekend when we discovered leak number 3 in our apartment (upstairs neighbor has a leak in there water heater. this has caused a lovely musty smell throughout our entire apartment.). Any way we are super excited. now I can have a dog! well, when I have more time to play with one. Oh and yes, that is a tramp that you see, so of course we are going to have some killer sleepovers on the tramp.  Casey doesn't understand my excitement for that fact but some other people understand my joy. But whether you like to sleep on the tramp or not that deck will make a killer barbecue; so be ready to eat some meat! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-7240423282348018825?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7240423282348018825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=7240423282348018825' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/7240423282348018825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/7240423282348018825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-5831513603458826118</id><published>2009-04-14T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:47:36.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Love Languages*</title><content type='html'>So I've been wanting to read the book "the Five Love Languages", by Gary Chapman, for a while now and I finally did. I made it a school project so I kinda killed two birds with one stone. (I will warn you now that this blog is just a total rambling of thought so feel free to stop reading right now. )  the Five Love Languages are;1)Words of Affirmation 2)Quality Time 3)Receiving gifts 4)Acts of Service and 5)Physical touch.  This book really got me thinking and I think it really helped me to learn some things. I thought instantly that I was words of affirmation because, well, I love words. I love to speak I love to listen to others speak, and I think the ability for expression is a great gift. Well surprise, I'm totally quality time, it's not what people say it's that they took the time out to talk to me and spend time with me. I'm also a little physical touch. And Casey I thought was gifts, that's how he shows people he cares, it's how he tries to get love, he'll buy you dinner, presents, movie tickets (he paid for a lot of me and Ali's stuff while we were dating...) well after reading further even though that's how Casey shows love it's not how he receives it (whew, what a relief for a penny pincher like me!) Casey is totally physical touch and words of affirmation. A back massage or scratch or a belly rub with a "you look hot" mean more to him than any present I could give. I also learned that I have been spoiled rotten. Casey has been fulfilling all of these love languages, for almost 2 years now! Hopefully now he knows my language he won't have to try so hard (maybe he'll spend less money on me?! That'd be nice... haha, like I said I'm spoiled rotten.)&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, then we get into this little debate with the fam on Sunday; are all men physical touch? yes all men need sex, it's biology. But is that more important than anything else? Most of the family thinks that most or all men are. I disagree. I think a little physical touch is important to everyone, especially kids, but that doesn't mean it's the most important thing for showing love. I think my Dad's is acts of service, but mom disagrees (ew!). Any way it gave me a lot to think about and I recommend this book to couples. I think if you want to express love you have to be willing to do things that aren't for you; if not a void will form and love can diminish. I just wish I could figure out my mother in laws love language, I want her to know we love and appreciate her but I don't know how. I'll keep my eyes open. But yes if I randomly tell you "oh your love language is.... " now you know why. I'm only slightly crazy. I'm just trying to solve the "are all men physical touch?" mystery, I'll be psychoanalyzing everyone til I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-5831513603458826118?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5831513603458826118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=5831513603458826118' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/5831513603458826118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/5831513603458826118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-languages.html' title='*Love Languages*'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-5108137194305656534</id><published>2009-04-03T15:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T15:26:06.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colors!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SdaMwWJ0J9I/AAAAAAAAADs/ctqPdIKjc4k/s1600-h/(2)"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320594771993176018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SdaMwWJ0J9I/AAAAAAAAADs/ctqPdIKjc4k/s320/(2)" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SdaMilAu8qI/AAAAAAAAADk/qmCtp5Hv40Y/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320594535463449250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SdaMilAu8qI/AAAAAAAAADk/qmCtp5Hv40Y/s320/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So every year at the Krishna temple in Spanish Fork they have a Color Festival. So this year me and Michelle decided we were going to go check it out. It was crazy!!! there were so many people there! it was nuts! we got there a little late and I was rushed to get to a bridal shower so I really didn't get to explore the temple and the festivities like I wanted but it was still really cool. it was like a giant concert, people were crowd surfing and and it was crazy loud. All the while everyone was covered in colored corn starch. Yes, I said corn starch, we always thought it was chalk but nope! What they do is the burn the epitaph which is a symbol of a witch who brought evil or something but was stopped by her brother. (yes I know I shouldn't even try to explain if I don't really know, so check it out for yourself. if you google "color Festival" it comes up but add spanish fork if you want to narrow it down to this one.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are some pics of me and Casey at the festival. Michelle didn't want to be posted on my blog and Jenny Frances has some more pics but these will give you an idea. Sorry the bottom one is so creepy but I was trying really hard not to blink because I do that a lot in pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and P.S. Casey's a hater and hated all of the "cut class not frogs" and "save the animals" type stuff. But I think he just didn't get to know the culture enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-5108137194305656534?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5108137194305656534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=5108137194305656534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/5108137194305656534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/5108137194305656534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2009/04/colors.html' title='Colors!'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SdaMwWJ0J9I/AAAAAAAAADs/ctqPdIKjc4k/s72-c/(2)' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-830222955540555887</id><published>2009-03-31T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:15:15.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Bruins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SdIyWVgR3ZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qSjl-CV9lCo/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319369469189021074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SdIyWVgR3ZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qSjl-CV9lCo/s200/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SdIyXHj06GI/AAAAAAAAADU/UVtu3Aradgo/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319369482625673314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SdIyXHj06GI/AAAAAAAAADU/UVtu3Aradgo/s200/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SdIyWydnH2I/AAAAAAAAADM/5w2ct0U2bGg/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319369476962459490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SdIyWydnH2I/AAAAAAAAADM/5w2ct0U2bGg/s200/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SdIyWlNgJvI/AAAAAAAAADE/cWu8mW3QxsM/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319369473405232882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SdIyWlNgJvI/AAAAAAAAADE/cWu8mW3QxsM/s200/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SdIyXG0P_YI/AAAAAAAAADc/DTvcGJUzI4Q/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319369482426121602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SdIyXG0P_YI/AAAAAAAAADc/DTvcGJUzI4Q/s200/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Logans team (as in Salt Lake Community College) took the National Junior College Championship! woohoo! Me and Casey crammed in mom and dad's computer room with Luke and Missy and listened to the game. Man was it intense, they were down by like 16 and half time and I will admit, I lost faith. But then, the family would say it was Logan that picked up the tempo but no matter how it happened Salt Lake hit a flow and won! yay! we're all way excited about it and really proud of Logan. We got to watch him on the news (wearing orange shoes haha! oh logan...) and now everyone on the team is getting more looks from colleges and yeah it's pretty cool. The first picture is the team!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a really long time since I've blogged anything because I've been waiting for pictures. I'm a slacker. So I'm kind of putting two blogs together since they sort of tie together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a month ago me and Casey got to go to Idaho with the family for Logans region tournament. Yes, I know Idaho is lame and we shouldn't have been so excited but we got to see Lance and Lexi and the Kids and it's so fun to get my crazy family all together! Ruby got sick and threw up and poor Lexi had a stress fracture but despite these things it was a blast! We got to swim lots and Carter and Cole are basically unseperable. All in all it was a great weekend and I had millions of pictures so here are just a few. :) &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/6329148552771743589-830222955540555887?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/830222955540555887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=830222955540555887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/830222955540555887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/830222955540555887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/go-bruins.html' title='Go Bruins!'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SdIyWVgR3ZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qSjl-CV9lCo/s72-c/Picture+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-789718662217761450</id><published>2009-02-18T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:40:42.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SZxHUOgWmmI/AAAAAAAAABk/4If5rhLJee4/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304192873952352866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SZxHUOgWmmI/AAAAAAAAABk/4If5rhLJee4/s320/kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So quite frequently Casey shakes his head at me for my childish behaviors. Mostly he supports them and just kisses me for being crazy. So here are the confessions for the day even though most people already know these things about me. I've always liked this picture from our wdding. I thought it was appropriate. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still sleep with a stuffed animal. His name is Hershey and he sleeps with me and Casey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still have a "wubby" and I love it (my green football helmet blanket). Since I now have Casey I don't &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; it all the time anymore.... only when there's no Casey or I'm sick.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I have a bad day or I'm sick I watch Disney movies. And yes I have most of them memorized. And yes I sing out loud with every song. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still run and jump on my bed when it's dark. It's a habit from youth when I thought a giant rat was under my bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to jump in puddles and play in the rain. Now many people will say this is not childish, just a good time, but some disagree. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I had a princess back pack. And I wish that grown ups could wear tee-shirts with characters on them. I think some ones favorite character shows a lot about there personality. I would wear superman one day, pocohantas the next and pinky and the brain would be tossed some where in there as well. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;This one I wouldn't say is "childish" more like pre-teen. I read books that are totally easy reads. I don't like books that make me think too much. Right now I'm reading "vampire Diaries".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well that's enough for today. I'd like to do a spot light weekly of my heroes. I have so many, but I'd like to get pictures first. Hopefully that'll start soon! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-789718662217761450?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/789718662217761450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=789718662217761450' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/789718662217761450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/789718662217761450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/childish.html' title='Childish'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SZxHUOgWmmI/AAAAAAAAABk/4If5rhLJee4/s72-c/kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-5523998878322099297</id><published>2009-01-30T14:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:59:44.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun times</title><content type='html'>So last night I played basketball for the first time in a long time. Man I miss that sport. I came home with a big ol' fat jammed finger that I can't bend, asthma, shin splints, nail scratches, and bruises. And it was totally worth it! It's church ball so of course its insanely chaotic and ugly but it's so much fun! (and my teams pretty good! we've got some great players, last night we won and it was 4 on five most of the time and 3 on five part of the time, and we weren't the team with 5.) I came home and Casey told me I wasn't allowed to go any more. I had nail marks and my jammed finger and I kept coughing cause I'm fat and out of shape. haha I laughed in his face! Running for no reason is absolutely no fun. Running while playing basketball is so fun! you're running in hopes of getting the ball and scoring, or cutting off some else to keep them from scoring. church balls nice because to them I'm huge! so I get TONS of blocks and rebounds. Also it's nice that even though I think I'm doing awful I fit right in with the players there! (was that rude? it wasn't meant to be? I miss being on a team, dang my lack of talent and drive! well this was a random blog but now I know i can type just fine on my fat finger! :) haha now I need to play some volleyball! too bad I don't have a pic of my finger or me playing to put on here.. oh well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-5523998878322099297?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5523998878322099297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=5523998878322099297' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/5523998878322099297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/5523998878322099297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-times.html' title='fun times'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-1770218529182518639</id><published>2009-01-26T08:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:08:18.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation!</title><content type='html'>So I was waiting until I could put a picture on here of like an elk or me and casey or the gorgeous frost covered trees or maybe me rubbing big foots nipple. But since it hasn't happened I can't hold off any longer. We went to Jackson hole last weekend!!! It was so fun! thursday I sent Casey a text saying "we need a vacation", Casey said "you're right, lets go." So after work we left. We went to the nicest hotel I've ever stayed in, besides our first night of marriage, and it was so fun! we spent a lot of time doing absolutely nothing, we just, relaxed and Casey wouldn't let me think about anything serious. We shirked all responsibility; work, church, teaching classes, plans with friends, everything! We ate at Casey's favorite restaurants and got delicious buttermilk pie from bubbas. My favorite part was the sleigh ride. the sleigh was pulled by big clydesdale (spelling?) horses and we got within five feet of coyotes, and tons of giant elk! Casey was in heaven! We saw swans, eagles, thousands of elk, coyotes, mountain goats, and Moose. Of course we saw moose, I always see a moose when I'm in nature. I'm the moose whisperer. Any way I'll try to get some pictures put on. But basically it was heaven on earth. It was perfect and great and Casey rocks! Yay Vacation!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-1770218529182518639?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1770218529182518639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=1770218529182518639' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/1770218529182518639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/1770218529182518639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/vacation.html' title='Vacation!'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-3781228122359898227</id><published>2009-01-13T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:46:36.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring...</title><content type='html'>I wish this blog was for something cool or exciting... well it's not. We just started our next semester of school. Oh school. Casey should graduate (aka get his commercial journey-mans license) in May of 2010. I should have my bachelors in Next December (cross your fingers). But right now it just seems so monotonous and pointless. I was &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; excited for some of my classes this semester, I'm taking an intro to group psychotherapy class (we do group therapy every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;! sounds exciting to me!), a clinical interviewing class (which for me is the scariest part of therapy, where do I start? what do I ask? etc.), and American Sign Language which I absolutely love! I'm also taking a career prep class and my first day of that is tonight. I'm kind of disappointed my actual psychology/social work classes... One of my teachers is losing his hearing and so he doesn't understand when we talk, he also talks very quiet and the experiences he shares I can't quite make the connection to what he's trying to teach us. My other teacher I think is going to make us do a lot of busy work, to try to learn on our own what to ask a client. Hopefully group therapy and interviewing will be a lot better experience than what I'm expecting.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the main thing is we're now back to being so busy that we have little time to play or talk to anyone and little time to be together. Did you know the average college graduate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;remembers&lt;/span&gt; 6% or less of what they learned in college? And it's SO BORING! I really was excited and positive about my classes, and I still have high hopes, but man my life is dull right now. I crave social interaction; I'm not getting too much of that. I get to talk to Michelle at work, Casey nights before bed and my family on Sundays, I'm trying to fit some other people in but it's just not happening. Oh well... one more year! And I just realized this blog sounds like I'm depressed or something; I'm not! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! my life is the best life anyone could possibly ask for, I have so many great people around me! I'm just complaining because I don't get enough time with those great people! I didn't even call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ali&lt;/span&gt; on her birthday! she got a lame text! So that's my new years resolution I suppose. To use my free time to stay close to the great people in my life who I love, and to find free time in which to do it in.&lt;br /&gt;I apologize if you wasted time reading this. But it helped me work out some things; so I feel better now... The world revolves around me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-3781228122359898227?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3781228122359898227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=3781228122359898227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/3781228122359898227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/3781228122359898227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/boring.html' title='Boring...'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-5729743155867388632</id><published>2009-01-05T08:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T08:27:03.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions; ugh</title><content type='html'>Any one who knows me knows what a bad decision maker I am. It takes me a half hour to pick a movie! And not just at Mom's where movies are overflowing, but even in me and Casey's shabby collection. Well this last month me and Casey have been dealing with some pretty big issues and trying to decide what to do about them (yes, I realize I'm being vague, sorry, but for now it's going to stay vague.) We're also trying to better ourselves. We've been letting ourselves slip and we got tired of it. So we're trying to kick it up a gear and be better people. Hopefully we can grow spiritually so that when the Lord tries to guide us towards what's right we'll be able to hear it. I hate making decisions; but these are BIG decisions. Grown up decisions. Haha, yes I know I'm a grown up but I've spent my life up till now running away from being a grown up (neverland any one?) Good thing Casey's been a grown up since he was 10; I don't know what I'd do with out him.&lt;br /&gt;Also, we have a new nephew, Jesse Brent Moon. He's adorable! I wish I could somehow get pictures on here because I'm so proud of Casey's bro and sister in law. They are so excited and such cute parents! But, as me and Casey don't have a computer I'll have to figure out how to get pictures to work.... hm... Any way, Jesse was born on Casey's birthday (which for some reason Casey has always wanted! I'm way too selfish to share my birthday. ;) ) And we are so excited to have him. Casey's nieces and nephews are so adorable! We used to fight over who's (whose?) were cuter but now I love them all so much! We just need Lance and Lexi and Robin and Brian to move to Utah so I can see my 3 nephews and Caseys 2 nieces more! But I am really glad that we have plenty close by!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-5729743155867388632?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5729743155867388632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=5729743155867388632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/5729743155867388632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/5729743155867388632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/decisions-ugh.html' title='Decisions; ugh'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-3134061021540122987</id><published>2008-12-30T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:35:24.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ah family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SVpadYQLhyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xOh3C4lBZE4/s1600-h/family+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285636573445719842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SVpadYQLhyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xOh3C4lBZE4/s320/family+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SVpaX5x-aHI/AAAAAAAAABI/E2PdK97gwNY/s1600-h/family+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285636479366621298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SVpaX5x-aHI/AAAAAAAAABI/E2PdK97gwNY/s320/family+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the fam! even though we didn't know we would be getting pictures this day and ultimately I'm not a fan of myself I absolutely LOVE the pictures. Since I stole these from Missy I don't have one of them that I really liked of just the original 6 Magnussons (I like it 'cause I actually look ok!) And I want to put a picture of each of my nieces and nephews too because they are all SO cute. definitely all going to be heart breakers. But yeah... I like the top one a lot because it looks all professional and perfect but I like the bottom one because you'd never know who's kids belonged to who! We're just one big happy chaotic family, which I think ultimately describes us. My family is the best! I love them so much. :) Now I just need pictures of the Moon side!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-3134061021540122987?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3134061021540122987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=3134061021540122987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/3134061021540122987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/3134061021540122987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2008/12/ah-family.html' title='ah family'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SVpadYQLhyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xOh3C4lBZE4/s72-c/family+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-2367355405223420817</id><published>2008-12-30T09:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:20:43.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>light bulb</title><content type='html'>I changed my mind. I now like the snow. yes it's cold and messy and dangerous but it's all worth it to see Casey's face light up like a fat kid with cake when he jumps on a snow mobile. Missy's got it right; snow mobiling makes it worth it. And seeing little kids play in the snow is pretty cute too. I'm definitely over due to make a snow man. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-2367355405223420817?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2367355405223420817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=2367355405223420817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/2367355405223420817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/2367355405223420817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2008/12/light-bulb.html' title='light bulb'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-5433785048242746962</id><published>2008-12-22T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:10:07.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SVAB3ulJvOI/AAAAAAAAABA/oS7AMV9VTPs/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282724419813883106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SVAB3ulJvOI/AAAAAAAAABA/oS7AMV9VTPs/s320/snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah snow.... it's here again. I can't decide if I like it because it's pretty and fun for snow mobiling and sledding and letting hubby moon hit the e-brake on back roads; or hate it because it's so cold and makes drivers stupid. Including me! I hit the arm gate thing that lets me into my parking lot at work. yup I killed it. it hasn't worked since. Oops! haha luckily the car barely has a scratch and there was already a scratch there anyway (Brooke's a tough car!). And car accidents happen in the snow. I get nervous any time any one I know has to drive in it! especially up Provo Canyon. oh well it will be fun if I can catch my brothers outside and get them with snowballs! but hopefully everyone drives safe and there will be no more breaking stuff for me! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my picture that I found trying to prove to myself how beautiful snow is... it did do a pretty good job convincing me... oh well... the debate continues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-5433785048242746962?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5433785048242746962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=5433785048242746962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/5433785048242746962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/5433785048242746962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow.html' title='Snow!!!'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SVAB3ulJvOI/AAAAAAAAABA/oS7AMV9VTPs/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-6901511073644485459</id><published>2008-12-12T14:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:20:06.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramble</title><content type='html'>So yes I do realize how lame I am and that I don't blog. Because I know that the only person who looks at it is me and Ali! the only reason I have a blog is to comment on other peoples blogs. it also kills some time at work.... what? I mean I'm totally working hard all 8 hours I'm here! gosh. And Ali you say you don't blog because nothing exciting happens in your life? well all my stories should definitely not be blogged. either they are so boring and mundane or would embarrass somebody (most likely me) or would be inappropriate to share with the world.... Oh and I have no pictures! since we don't have a computer I use what I find on the Internet or something that's on our myspace page. But one month I'm going to post a blog every day! about what I'm thinking about that day or something I'm excited for. like a journal. and people will get so into my pointless thinking that I'll become famous!!! Or, Ali will be the only one who reads it and she will still love me because she already knows I'm crazy. I think today I'll tell one of my random stories. Yesterday, I said hi to some one who I went to high school with. (we never spoke in high school but he knew my husband pretty well. ) Well he went on to tell me details about his life... wow did he tell me details. My abnormal psych teacher would call it "round face syndrom" meaning strangers naturally open up to you. I hope this means I'll be a good therapist one day but wow this kid would have been easy to open up! in the 5 minutes we talked I knew about his being fired, his anti-depressents, his reason for divorce, anger with parents, suicide attempt, and he is now bi sexual. his openness left me speechless! part of me wants to applaud him for his willingness to be open and part of me wants to slowly sneak away wondering why he was telling me all that. But, when it all boils down to it, his abnormal behavior just made me want to talk to him again. I want to know what's going on in his life in his mind and more than anything I want him to feel accepted. Any way! there's my rant! thanks for reading it Al! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-6901511073644485459?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6901511073644485459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=6901511073644485459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/6901511073644485459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/6901511073644485459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2008/12/ramble.html' title='Ramble'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-4231878602462232774</id><published>2008-10-28T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:09:12.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SQc2SHPd-lI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YAAO1p9oJYA/s1600-h/me+and+hubby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262234374415186514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SQc2SHPd-lI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YAAO1p9oJYA/s320/me+and+hubby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;this is me and hubby Moon on the wedding day. That day rocked! Casey would tell you it was because I got to be the center of attention at a huge party that was all for me! haha and he would be completely right. But it's also because I got to marry my best friend. I love being married. I even go hunting for this boy. Yup, I went hunting. Hard to believe but it was killer fun! the mountains are so peaceful (especially because we didn't shoot anything) and we got to hike through gorgeous areas. I wish I could post pictures of us in our hunter gear! I'll see what I can do. Hunter orange is flattering on everyone! ;) And I love that now I'm a red neck wife! haha but the thought of me with a gun is still pretty funny to me! but hey so is the thought of casey at high school musical 3! which yes, I totally made him take me and Danielle for her birthday (We were curious!) But yeah I love that we'll do those things for eachother. &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/6329148552771743589-4231878602462232774?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4231878602462232774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=4231878602462232774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/4231878602462232774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/4231878602462232774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-me-and-hubby-moon-on-wedding.html' title='Fall Adventures'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SQc2SHPd-lI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YAAO1p9oJYA/s72-c/me+and+hubby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-5706506287728290908</id><published>2008-07-18T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T14:47:48.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow this is boring! oh well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SIEMq3HQ-CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/m-kyO_OkfCg/s1600-h/cuddles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224470973214947362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SIEMq3HQ-CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/m-kyO_OkfCg/s320/cuddles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm bored at work. i'm sure no one actually reads this, but i feel kind of like its a journal of my random mind and here's where i'm at. I started my new job monday and nothing has ever made me feel like such a serious grown up. not even getting married! I have to deal with vendors, departments, PO's, I numbers, year end, statements invoices, credit memo's, etc.. these are all things that I have tended to avoid like the plague, (i know how did i end up at this job?). I really do like the job a lot and the benefits are great (free tuition for me and casey!) but i feel so old! i want to go to neverland. I pay bills for a living! in large amounts too! if i mess up we could loose tens-hundreds of thousands! wow... intense... haha ok so i'm rambling now. Like the pic? yeah i picked it cuz i like to cuddle and I think casey is a werewolf. haha if you've read the twilight books you know what i mean. but seriously one day he'll finally confirm it if he ever loses his temper. I'll have to try harder to tick him off ;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-5706506287728290908?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5706506287728290908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=5706506287728290908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/5706506287728290908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/5706506287728290908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/wow-this-is-boring-oh-well.html' title='wow this is boring! oh well'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SIEMq3HQ-CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/m-kyO_OkfCg/s72-c/cuddles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329148552771743589.post-6996315247323107749</id><published>2008-06-27T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:48:43.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SGU1rxEABlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HsvS_E6RukU/s1600-h/cute+puppies.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216634769399350866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SGU1rxEABlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HsvS_E6RukU/s320/cute+puppies.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so this is exciting. my first blog experience. all so that i can finally respond to my sister in laws fantastic blog. you're inspirational lexi! haha so i found this adorable picture because lexi told me about icanhascheezburger.com and i'm addicted. it's random yes. but i'm bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6329148552771743589-6996315247323107749?l=lesliemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6996315247323107749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6329148552771743589&amp;postID=6996315247323107749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/6996315247323107749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329148552771743589/posts/default/6996315247323107749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesliemoon.blogspot.com/2008/06/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>Leslie Moon Face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082002829254543088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/ST1B9xwCI_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/NYRYVX9hSns/S220/cute+c%26l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpmnnbpdIM4/SGU1rxEABlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HsvS_E6RukU/s72-c/cute+puppies.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
