<?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-8022347078933058392</id><updated>2011-07-22T14:22:40.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myself and Nisha</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328220246368159288</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/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SMnvgToADtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DG2mNMDJJHY/S220/Family+124.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022347078933058392.post-7949877826775694154</id><published>2009-08-02T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:46:14.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WANTED: Maintenance Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Owning your own home is defiantly one of the best Financial Investments an individual(s) can make.  Home ownership also has other benefits like the Pride that comes with owning your own home, Mortgage Interest Deductions, Property Tax Deductions, Building Equity, Appreciation in your house value, Stability and Freedom.  As always, with every benefit come drawbacks.  The most common drawback we hear about is how poor you become when you are a homeowner, while that is extremely true; the drawback for me is the amount of weeds that you consume when you become a home owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows that I build my home four years ago and for the past two years you have all heard me complain about my so called grass.  I refer to my grass as my weeds.  Two years ago, I put in a sprinkling system and grass in my back yard.  Since then, I have not had any grass all I have had is weeds, dirt and semi-grass.  Over the past two summers’ I have re-seeded my back yard twice and have sprayed for weeds…well I’ve stopped counting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a friend and I sprayed once again and in my opinion for the last time.  If spraying Weed be Gone, which I’m told is the best thing for weeds does not work; I will not spray again and chances are I will just hire a maintenance man to take care of it.  Trust me I have better things to do in the summer than fight with my weeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other thing that I have heard about from a few friends that is tougher than Weed Be Gone is a product that the Public Health and Environmental Hazards people don’t like very much. So I won’t be using that product, I wouldn’t want all of you to have to come visit me and Bubba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, weeds they multiply, not just next to each other but 100’s of feet away from each other.  I now, for the first time in four years have stupid weeks in my front yard.   It is true “Everyone needs a friend or two” or in my case I should say “Everything needs a friend or two or eight!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of my BFF’S. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice****** Some of the weeds like to tease you by having cute little purple flowery things on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, a pretty purple flower....NOT it's a weed!!&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_5365526223171708898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SnYtrBUxZ-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/X7LNIlQv5aI/s320/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big things and the small things are weeds&lt;br /&gt;&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_5365526216958307234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SnYtqqLYa6I/AAAAAAAAANw/XMfFhjuEX98/s320/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look there are tons of them; did you also notice some dirt by the patio. This is about a weeks worth of growth. At least I know the fertilizer is working!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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_5365529479622822226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SnYwokjOCVI/AAAAAAAAAOA/OGtWeXSJhQw/s320/1.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;So unevan, if you look close you can see some of that semi-grass that I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SnYsHMAyJ4I/AAAAAAAAANg/Ggsc3iRI9U4/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365524508053743490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SnYsHMAyJ4I/AAAAAAAAANg/Ggsc3iRI9U4/s320/4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now here we have just dirt and weeds, try mowing that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SnYsG8vcleI/AAAAAAAAANY/TaKWCpVnw3Y/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365524503954494946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SnYsG8vcleI/AAAAAAAAANY/TaKWCpVnw3Y/s320/5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More dirt and more weeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SnYsGfgsDoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/lMaBGMlrW9w/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365524496107966082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SnYsGfgsDoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/lMaBGMlrW9w/s320/6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BIG, BIG spot of dirt and weeds...it's been seeded several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SnYsF4bekbI/AAAAAAAAANI/F2aZEORdmmg/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365524485617127858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SnYsF4bekbI/AAAAAAAAANI/F2aZEORdmmg/s320/7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And now the weeds from the back have friends in the front!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SnYsFapBGmI/AAAAAAAAANA/ot0Speig4iM/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365524477620853346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SnYsFapBGmI/AAAAAAAAANA/ot0Speig4iM/s320/8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you know someone who needs a side job as a Maintenance Man...hit me up!!&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/8022347078933058392-7949877826775694154?l=fivebowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/feeds/7949877826775694154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022347078933058392&amp;postID=7949877826775694154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/7949877826775694154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/7949877826775694154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/2009/08/wanted-maintenance-man.html' title='WANTED: Maintenance Man'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328220246368159288</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/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SMnvgToADtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DG2mNMDJJHY/S220/Family+124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SnYtrBUxZ-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/X7LNIlQv5aI/s72-c/3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022347078933058392.post-3610899521960772652</id><published>2009-07-09T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T15:14:23.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scofield Mine Disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Scofield Mine disaster was a mining explosion that occurred at the Winter Quarters mine. At the time, the Winter Quarters Mine explosion was the country's worst mining disaster; it now ranks fifth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the early morning of May 1, 1900, several hundred miners of the Pleasant Valley Coal Company of Carbon County left their homes in the town of Scofield to begin another day of work in the mines. Some were looking forward to the evening celebrations at Odd Fellows Hall where festivities would be held in honor of Admiral Dewey's 1898 defeat of the Spanish navy in the battle of Manila. Little did they know that the events of the day would culminate not in lively celebrations but in the death of 200 miners. It was the worst mine disaster in America to that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10:28 A.M. the No. 4 mine shaft unexpectedly exploded. Though the sound of the blast was heard in the nearby town, many residents thought at first that it came from fireworks set off early in celebration of Dewey Day. Those working closer to the mine were more wary of the noise. Mine superintendent T.J. Parmley quickly organized a rescue team to assess the damage.&lt;br /&gt;What the relief crew saw as they approached the No. 4 mine was horrifying. John Wilson, a miner who had been standing at the opening of the mine at the time of the blast, had been blown 820 feet and was lying against a tree. It took nearly twenty minutes to clear away the debris that blocked the entrance to the mine. Time was crucial for those trapped inside. When the crew was finally able to enter the mine, they found that some men were still alive but quickly suffocating from the deadly gases left by the explosion. Miners in the No. 1 mining shaft, connected through tunnels to the No. 4, were also dying from the toxic fumes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During the next two days the towns of Clear Creek and Scofield began the sad process of caring for the dead and wounded. Once dragged from the mining shafts, dead bodies were taken to the company boarding house where they were cleaned and dressed for burial. Then they were taken to the Scofield School where mothers and wives anxiously waited to claim them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Pleasant Valley Coal Company provided the necessary materials to properly bury the dead. Coffins were shipped in from Salt Lake City and Denver. William Sharp, company manager, came from Salt Lake with several doctors to offer assistance to those who were still alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On May 5 two large funerals were held in Scofield, a Lutheran service for the 61 Finns killed in the accident and an LDS service directed by several General Authorities of the church. Services were also held in other towns throughout the state. Crowds of people waited at the Salt Lake train station for the bodies of loved ones to arrive for burial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Scofield mine disaster left a deep scar in the community and in Carbon County. Although many felt that the mine operators had failed to implement proper safety procedures, state officials cleared them of blame and the Pleasant Valley Coal Company continued operating until 1923. Several miles from the ruins of the Scofiled town signs of a great explosion can still be found at the opening of the old No. 4 mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scofiled Cemetery today&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 73px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356543881563434226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SlZER7RhbPI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wjCXLY7jx-w/s320/scofield7.jpg" /&gt; The Mine Shafts today&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 101px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356543872692470242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SlZERaOhQeI/AAAAAAAAAKY/rOA6uYvgviw/s320/scofield5.jpg" /&gt; Scofield Mine at Winter Quarters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SlZERnxmZnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/I-md6LpAa5Q/s1600-h/scofield6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 92px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356543876329268850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SlZERnxmZnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/I-md6LpAa5Q/s320/scofield6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train Station in Schofield, people waiting for the train to send home those who lost their lives in the mine disaster.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356543862949850834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SlZEQ17srtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zHZi8VUHu1o/s320/scofield1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral Services held on May 5, 1900 at the Schofield Cemetery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356543867743098962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SlZERHyf2FI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WOTz59tQWsw/s320/scofield3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8022347078933058392-3610899521960772652?l=fivebowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/feeds/3610899521960772652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022347078933058392&amp;postID=3610899521960772652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/3610899521960772652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/3610899521960772652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/2009/07/scofield-mine-disaster.html' title='Scofield Mine Disaster'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328220246368159288</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/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SMnvgToADtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DG2mNMDJJHY/S220/Family+124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SlZER7RhbPI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wjCXLY7jx-w/s72-c/scofield7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022347078933058392.post-8247648795214288761</id><published>2009-06-19T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:46:39.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is A Dad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;A dad is someone who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;wants to catch you before you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;but instead picks you up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;brushes you off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;and lets you try again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;A dad is someone who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;wants to keep you from making mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;but instead lets you find your own way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;even though his heart breaks in silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;when you get hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;A dad is someone who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;holds you when you cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;scolds you when you break the rules,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;shines with pride when you succeed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and has faith in you, even when you fail...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;HAPPY FATHERS DAY, DAD/GRANDPA.  WE LOVE YOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;~ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;~KAMI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;~DEVIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022347078933058392-8247648795214288761?l=fivebowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/feeds/8247648795214288761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022347078933058392&amp;postID=8247648795214288761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/8247648795214288761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/8247648795214288761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-dad.html' title='What Is A Dad?'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328220246368159288</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/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SMnvgToADtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DG2mNMDJJHY/S220/Family+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022347078933058392.post-8461489745404152836</id><published>2009-05-24T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T18:18:32.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update!!!</title><content type='html'>Here is an update on the surgery and the weight loss. The recovery from my infections has gotten a ton better. Last week, my doctor released me to start exercising again. I can sleep on my sides and on my stomach, best news in the world, I can sleep normal again. I can also get into a regular bra now, of course no underwire of any kind still, getting out of this sports bra thing will be great!! Only limitation that I have now is that I still cannot lift over 10 LBS, hopefully that will be lifted next month when I see my surgeon again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, I have lost 25 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some before and after of the BR surgery and weight loss.&lt;br /&gt;&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_5339534976435094978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/ShnWxWAwBcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6DOGYsk6t28/s320/Before+February.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February before BR and about 15 LBS lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339534978037676098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/ShnWxb-1eEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/8gJswRKOpjA/s320/After+April+%231.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;March after the BR and 20 LBS lighter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339534982248199026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/ShnWxrqs83I/AAAAAAAAAJw/UhfK7xpdoWM/s320/Current+April+2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339534982511475138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/ShnWxspeOcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Syr3JJY5P6o/s320/Current+April+2009-Glasses.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April 2009, with the glasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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_5339534986996812434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/ShnWx9W3CpI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hFvoWLhJ-co/s320/IMG_10891.JPG" /&gt; May 2009 after BR and 25 LBS lighter&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;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/8022347078933058392-8461489745404152836?l=fivebowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/feeds/8461489745404152836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022347078933058392&amp;postID=8461489745404152836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/8461489745404152836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/8461489745404152836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html' title='An Update!!!'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328220246368159288</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/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SMnvgToADtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DG2mNMDJJHY/S220/Family+124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/ShnWxWAwBcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6DOGYsk6t28/s72-c/Before+February.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022347078933058392.post-796376931481773755</id><published>2009-05-10T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T18:23:06.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Finally put them Up—BOOYAH!!</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, I received a few Fatheads’ for Christmas. For those of you who do not know what a Fathead is.....well they are life size wall graphics that you can put on your wall. The Fatheads of course started out in Sports.  They now have super heroes like Spider-Man, Superman, Batman.  Disney Characters like Tinkerbelle, Mickey Mouse.  Singers like the Jonas Brothers and wait for it Kelli (Whitney).........HANNAH MONTANA! Girl you can now wake up and see Hannah every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad and I finally got around to putting them up this weekend. They are on the walls in my game room. Who, do I have you ask?........Really, you need to ask......for those of you that have to ask, they are Dallas Cowboy Fatheads. I have Tony Romo and Emmitt Smith. I have included some pictures of them. If you want to visit the website you can find it at &lt;a href="http://www.fathead.com/"&gt;http://www.fathead.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SgegXgnnNEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2_yJIxZ0X3w/s1600-h/IMG_1088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334408609397158978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SgegXgnnNEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2_yJIxZ0X3w/s400/IMG_1088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SgegXg97FrI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Tb_r4aRgsQs/s1600-h/IMG_1085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334408609490736818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SgegXg97FrI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Tb_r4aRgsQs/s400/IMG_1085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SgegXfFPDxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Rh57FnuXvAA/s1600-h/IMG_1077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334408608984534802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SgegXfFPDxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Rh57FnuXvAA/s400/IMG_1077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SgegXOtKK5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ajBO4RK2RM4/s1600-h/IMG_1066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334408604588583826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SgegXOtKK5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ajBO4RK2RM4/s400/IMG_1066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022347078933058392-796376931481773755?l=fivebowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/feeds/796376931481773755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022347078933058392&amp;postID=796376931481773755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/796376931481773755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/796376931481773755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-finally-put-them-upbooyah.html' title='I Finally put them Up—BOOYAH!!'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328220246368159288</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/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SMnvgToADtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DG2mNMDJJHY/S220/Family+124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SgegXgnnNEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2_yJIxZ0X3w/s72-c/IMG_1088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022347078933058392.post-5896850077771828422</id><published>2009-04-19T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:56:35.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kami gets an early birthday present!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SevkLlZjpUI/AAAAAAAAAI4/svM7pTJDwn8/s1600-h/Car+%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326601871964742978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SevkLlZjpUI/AAAAAAAAAI4/svM7pTJDwn8/s400/Car+%233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SevkLQJ5pHI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cHwV2-Mro0M/s1600-h/Car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326601866261931122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SevkLQJ5pHI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cHwV2-Mro0M/s400/Car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SevkLR6tsRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/OB5edT0FKrA/s1600-h/Kami%27s+Car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326601866735104274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SevkLR6tsRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/OB5edT0FKrA/s400/Kami%27s+Car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kami is going to be 16 in November, which means that in May she will be eligible for her learner's permit. So, she got an Pontiac Sunfire.&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/8022347078933058392-5896850077771828422?l=fivebowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/feeds/5896850077771828422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022347078933058392&amp;postID=5896850077771828422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/5896850077771828422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/5896850077771828422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/2009/04/kami-gets-early-birthday-present.html' title='Kami gets an early birthday present!'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328220246368159288</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/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SMnvgToADtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DG2mNMDJJHY/S220/Family+124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SevkLlZjpUI/AAAAAAAAAI4/svM7pTJDwn8/s72-c/Car+%233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022347078933058392.post-241753177652388268</id><published>2009-04-11T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T18:42:16.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An update but NOT the best update!!</title><content type='html'>Word has got around to a lot of friends about the set back from my surgery. So, I though I would update my blog for everyone.  As we all know my breast reduction surgery was on March 25th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was going great until something on my right Breast didn't look right. I called my surgeon’s office, it was after hours so I spoke to an on call Dr. I explained what my concerns were and well.......long story short it wasn't okay because this past Tuesday, I ended up in the ER. I found out that I have a skin and a blood infection, which was caused by an undetected Hematoma. The infections that I have are the MRSA and Streptococcus (Group A) Infections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is okay now and I am really fine. I have had several IV's of antibiotics. Thursday, IHC Home Care taught me how to give the IV's to myself, so I don't have to be in the Hospital and I don't have to go in everyday to get the IV. Right now I have an IV in my arm and I simply hook the bag up and the medicine runs though the IV into my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, when I saw my surgeon, he said I could continue to work and do everything as I normally would but he did not want me driving my car because it is a stick shift. So, I choose to say home on Thursday and Friday to get some sleep. I will return to work on Monday. Even though I got this crazy infection, I would still recommend this surgery to anyone who is considering it. All Surgery's have their risks and you have to weigh your options. The medical industry is amazing in how quickly they determine what is going on and then how quickly they fix the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no need to worry, I am fine and will continue to be perfect…..LOL. Thanks to everyone who has called, emailed or text me. I love you all. And a HUGH thanks to my mom for driving me around town and making me and the kids dinner every night. I will see everyone or talk to everyone soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022347078933058392-241753177652388268?l=fivebowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/feeds/241753177652388268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022347078933058392&amp;postID=241753177652388268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/241753177652388268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/241753177652388268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/2009/04/update-but-not-best-update.html' title='An update but NOT the best update!!'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328220246368159288</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/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SMnvgToADtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DG2mNMDJJHY/S220/Family+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022347078933058392.post-3628465434562125551</id><published>2009-03-31T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:08:45.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost a week later; See the new Babies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Okay Okay, I'm updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be 1 week after my Breast Reduction Surgery. I was schedule for the OR at 8:45 AM on Wednesday, March 25, 2009.  The Hospital told me I needed to be there at 7:oo am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being the first for surgery, because then I don't have to wait longer if the Dr. gets behind. Once, I checked in, the nurse (names aren't going to happen, you all know how I am with names) took me back to get a urine sample, my temperature, and weight, gave me an anti-inflammatory and started an IV. The IV was just to get fluids in me. To bad those IV’s don’t make your hunger pains go away.   Yahoo, I've maintained my 17 lost lbs.  I lost 17 pounds and then slowed a few things down prior to the surgery.......anther story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the nurse put these ugly white stockings on my legs. The stockings are used to help prevent blood clotting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The medicine man then came to visit and tell me his story about what he'll do to put me out and then of course asked me to sign the waiver. Yep, the waiver that say's be can't be held accountable if I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Hunter came in and talked to me and then drew on my chest.  The drawings he made on my chest are where we would be making his incisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The medicine man came back and took me to the OR, seriously, I walked down the hall and read a sign that said, "Hair Caps must be worn from this point on". HUM, pretty sure that includes patients, but maybe I'm wrong, maybe it was just meant for the Doctors. The medicine man and I finally, after a five-minute walk thought the OR, and hearing two nurses argue over who was going to do what during their surgery's, we arrived at my cot.  Maybe OR'S are more and more like Grey’s Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEP, needed one of those caps, because as soon as we walked up to my cot, a nurse freaked out......WHERE'S HER CAP........WHERE'S HER CAP, Get a Cap on Her NOW!  Kinda funny how sterile a hospital is supposed to be.....but sometimes people must forget, because the medicine man was pretty upset at himself.  I told him not to worry because being back here for 5 minutes isnt's that big of a catastrophe and the OR will survive.  He laughed and said I heard you were pretty funny. You heard that…who said, I asked? The Dr. he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did make Dr. Hunter laugh a lot during my consultation in February and then made him laugh again as he was drawing my chest.  After I received a beautiful blue cap, I lifted my Big 'O Body up onto my cot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Hunter came in, checked with the medicine man and told me I'd be sleeping in no time. Dr. Hunter asked, "If you have a choice what size do you want to be?" I replied a "C" just like I said a few hours ago....He replied, just double checking, some people change their mind at the last minute.  I'm good with a "C" don't want the torpedoes but want something bigger than an apple. Then, I said. "While, you're in there, just jab that stick thing in my stomach and suck some fat out of there too.....nobody will have to know."  The Dr. laughed and said, “I do that too”. Yeah, I know but I’m not a Beverly Hills kid that can just spend mommy and daddy’s money.  Everyone in the OR laughed at that one. (A Breast Reduction does include some liposuction to get the fatty tissue out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I remember is..talking to the nurse about the bright OR lights......then BAM, some other crazy nurse was shoving Saltine Crackers, Medicine and Juice down my throat. I then remember waking up again in the recovery room with my mom sitting next to me. The more and more I woke up the more and more light my chest felt.  I really couldn’t see much because the Dr. had wrapped my entire chest with gauze and cotton then placed a strange looking bra on me.  The bra was strange because the cups were reversed and pointing out like boob covers…..just like what Janet Jackson wore during the Super Bowl where she had her “Wardrobe Malfunction”.  They were meat to allow swelling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;After a few hours in the recovery room they let me go. Before, you can leave a hospital after surgery, you have to be taken off the oxygen you are on and maintain 93% oxygen intake before they will discharge you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Hunter said the surgery went very well and he was impressed with my hart rate, blood pressure and my breathing as they were prefect during the procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and slept Wednesday on and off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I was still pretty out of it and took it easy.  Of course I was curious as to what was under the bra so I took a couple of peeks. Really couldn’t see much but from what I could see was crazy!!  The sister’s were not torpedoes anymore they were “lil babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I received a delivery from my team and boss from Marriott.  They sent me a cookie arrangement.  The cookies were in shapes of sports balls.  One of the balls said “Bounce Back Soon”.  The card from my team was pretty funny too, all of my associates had wished me well and a fast recovery.  My team at Marriott ROCKS the House. They are the best.  Thanks Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time I got home until Monday, March 30, 2009 I had drains coming out of me, draining the extra fluids. My mom had to change the drains a few times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I went back to Dr. Hunter’s office and his nurse Peggy took everything off of me, took the drains out and put me into the bra I purchased.  After getting dressed, I laughed so hard it hurt, because OMG I have NO BOOBS.  How strange, I could see my feet and I could breath a lot better. BUT, when you fix something, there always seems to be something else that comes up.  As I looked down, I noticed.... Dude, you now look pregnant!!!!!  JC I have a HUGH stomach no chest but a big stomach.  Really, I wonder how many times I’m goona be asked, “when is the baby due?”  Now, I have to work on the “Santa Clause” belly.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Really there is so much space between the babies and my stomach, looking down I’d say I was about 6 months along!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I am pretty happy with the babies; it is a completely different feeling.  Things are were they are supposed to be and when I bend over to try and pick things up the babies stay in place, the anchors don’t come out anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am pretty sore and can feel all the swelling. I’m slow at getting around and doing things make be tired.  Today, I got in the tub just to shave my legs……..WOW….that wore me out.  Going to the store, makes me tired, so I just take it easy.  I will be returning back to work on Thursday, April 2, 2009.  Here is a picture of the new babies.  I’ll post more, once I get some cloths that fit!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Right now with some feeling and mirror examinations, my guesstamation on size would be a nice plump “C” but there is a lot of swelling. I have to wear this bra for the next 6 weeks and cannot wear any bra with wire or plastic supports for 6 months. But, I will tell you that at that 6-week mark I will go out and buy a new bra.  So stay tuned for what size the babies will be in six weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS this has not been edited yet, to tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the space between the babies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319552635056861154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SdLY7_iOr-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/nwCcs40QRrQ/s400/30MAR09+New+girls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022347078933058392-3628465434562125551?l=fivebowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/feeds/3628465434562125551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022347078933058392&amp;postID=3628465434562125551' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/3628465434562125551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/3628465434562125551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/2009/03/almost-week-later.html' title='Almost a week later; See the new Babies!'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328220246368159288</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/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SMnvgToADtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DG2mNMDJJHY/S220/Family+124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SdLY7_iOr-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/nwCcs40QRrQ/s72-c/30MAR09+New+girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022347078933058392.post-953652878919423559</id><published>2009-03-14T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T18:46:42.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye to the Sister’s</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, we all know Nis is a bit crazy at times and here is another Nisha Adventure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;On March 25, 2009, I am having Breast Reduction Surgery.  I went to Nordstrom’s today to purchase the bra that I have to wear after the surgery. The “special” bra helps reduce swelling and helps the twins form their new shape. So, today is when it really hit me that my surgery date is just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my PO papers, two weeks before my surgery (which I am in) I cannot have any aspirin products, any anti-inflammatory drugs or any over-the-counter herbal supplements.  Five days before the surgery I have to shower with an Anti-Bacterial Soap, have to shave the arm pits 48 hours before surgery, clip (not shave) any hairs that are growing on the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that I have the honor of being a smoker. Three days prior to surgery I can only smoke 4 times a day…….HEY, maybe that will be the trick to help me finally quit….only time will tell on that one….and of course no food or liquids after midnight the night before. That morning I can brush my teeth and try not to swallow any water, thank goodness for that….wouldn’t want the Dr. to pass out from the morning breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Surgery is an In-Out procedure and will take place at the new Intermountain Health Care Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be off work for a week. Right after I get home, I have to remain in bed and can only get up for bathroom breaks…more help on the no smoking thing….maybe I should work on one thing at a time…..LOL. The first two days I will be on a liquid diet, then a soft food diet until Saturday the 30th then my normal diet after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;During that week, I have no idea what I’m going to do to keep myself entertained; I can’t drive for 7 days, seriously 7 days people…..that’s goona ROCK and my ADD will absolutely love it!! I have to avoid getting overheated and sitting out in the sun for two weeks following the surgery. I have to limit the use of my arms and not extend my arms over my shoulders for 7 days. I cannot lift, push or pull for 10 days…….HUM I wonder how I’m going to get in and out of my company’s doors or any door for that matter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy looking bra that I purchased from Nordstrom’s must remain on day and night for 4 weeks. Sleeping on my side is okay but not on the stomach for 3-4 weeks after the surgery….34 years old, 34 years of sleeping on the stomach, don’t know how I’m gonna pull that one off either. The 3 hardest things from my PO papers that I know I will have problems with (even more than the smoking thing) are “No aerobic exercises, tennis or jogging for 4 weeks…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there we have it, what I can expect before and after my BR Surgery, minus the pain. As, I progress through my recovery I will try and update my blog, but no promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to see how this all “sizes” out!!&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/8022347078933058392-953652878919423559?l=fivebowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/feeds/953652878919423559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022347078933058392&amp;postID=953652878919423559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/953652878919423559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/953652878919423559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-bye-to-sisters.html' title='Good Bye to the Sister’s'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328220246368159288</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/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SMnvgToADtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DG2mNMDJJHY/S220/Family+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022347078933058392.post-3399604457546422144</id><published>2009-02-14T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:47:04.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kami's First Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My daughter Kami's, is a Freshman in Jr. High School and went on her first date. Kami was asked to go to the Sweethearts Dance at Taylorsville High School. The Dance was on Valentines Day, February 14, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The day started with Me, Kami and her friend going to pick up Kami's Corsage and Boutonniere from the Flower Patch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303223213336145250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjVajOBrWI/AAAAAAAAAII/ewJzE46tMCE/s320/IMG_1014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brady's Boutonniere; Cymbidium Orchid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjVab-_cDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/x1XZpSvSCwk/s1600-h/IMG_1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303223211394035762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjVab-_cDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/x1XZpSvSCwk/s320/IMG_1017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fire and Ice; Kami's Corsage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjVaKsIz_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0jOd98b7sgc/s1600-h/IMG_1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303223206751555570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjVaKsIz_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0jOd98b7sgc/s320/IMG_1018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After we picked up the flowers the girls and I stopped for lunch then went back to Kami's Dads house were Kami began to get ready for the big night. Kami had three girls working on her by doing her hair and nails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjT61Wf-LI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mftR4kFi61I/s1600-h/IMG_1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303221568936081586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjT61Wf-LI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mftR4kFi61I/s320/IMG_1019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is Kami getting her hair curled. Kami's house was full of Family and Friends all excited to pamper her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjT6v1TgvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NRjpvyjjLKw/s1600-h/IMG_1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303221567454675698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjT6v1TgvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NRjpvyjjLKw/s320/IMG_1020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; As, the afternoon quickly slipped by and tensions rose, Holly, Kami's aunt, kept everyone laughing with her great sence of humor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjT6OWJvfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/nRirItFI4SM/s1600-h/IMG_1021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303221558465641970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjT6OWJvfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/nRirItFI4SM/s320/IMG_1021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is Kami's dad just waking up, Cody was on duty the night before and had to work the grave yard shift&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjT5of6u0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ws9DawCN8vA/s1600-h/IMG_1027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303221548306053954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjT5of6u0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ws9DawCN8vA/s320/IMG_1027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kami is finally done with her hair and nails. Kami's put her dress on so we could add the final touches to hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjSBJTiNuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kH6sSBB1MYU/s1600-h/IMG_1035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303219478348314338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjSBJTiNuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kH6sSBB1MYU/s320/IMG_1035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brady has just arrived and Kami is making her "Grand Entrance" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjSA3UZDkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vT0mdbytPgs/s1600-h/IMG_1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303219473520070210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjSA3UZDkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vT0mdbytPgs/s320/IMG_1036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Brady was so cute when he saw Kami, he got that look when a Husband sees his wife walk down the isle. It made the crazy afternoon all worth it. They looked so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjSAWiJ3tI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HglYW5Dnq64/s1600-h/IMG_1038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303219464719425234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjSAWiJ3tI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HglYW5Dnq64/s320/IMG_1038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kami and Brady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjR_ygNj7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/91B13KPCkkE/s1600-h/IMG_1039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303219455047602098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjR_ygNj7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/91B13KPCkkE/s320/IMG_1039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Upon Brady's arrival he gave Kami this rose and cute teddy bear, what a gentleman. I don't remember getting roses on my first dance!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjR_rPxkSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/knD3n9ZQtb4/s1600-h/IMG_1040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303219453099610402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjR_rPxkSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/knD3n9ZQtb4/s320/IMG_1040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Brady just place her Corsage on her wrist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjQb-gjgDI/AAAAAAAAAGg/kygeX48lbe0/s1600-h/IMG_1041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303217740283346994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjQb-gjgDI/AAAAAAAAAGg/kygeX48lbe0/s320/IMG_1041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Kami is pining the Boutonniere on Brady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjQbgJqNsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OLovnQhqFME/s1600-h/IMG_1044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303217732134254274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjQbgJqNsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OLovnQhqFME/s320/IMG_1044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Ah, How Cute!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjQbafGymI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/eSmNDZkhiY8/s1600-h/IMG_1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303217730613594722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjQbafGymI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/eSmNDZkhiY8/s320/IMG_1024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is Kami's friend and neighbor Parker. He is also going to the Dance with another friend of Kami's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjQbKpzDsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ktxtvZNEGZc/s1600-h/IMG_1029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303217726363471554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjQbKpzDsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ktxtvZNEGZc/s320/IMG_1029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; This is Hailey, Kami's friend and Parker's Date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjQa9f4cQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/wyJkI8KOEB8/s1600-h/IMG_1043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303217722832220418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjQa9f4cQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/wyJkI8KOEB8/s320/IMG_1043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Parker and Hailey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjPUEfj2ZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vRcTomU2Lm8/s1600-h/IMG_1045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303216504939207058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjPUEfj2ZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vRcTomU2Lm8/s320/IMG_1045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah, the proud parents! Me, Kami and Cody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjPT_tpENI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lDSqEx3DkT8/s1600-h/IMG_1046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303216503656091858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjPT_tpENI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lDSqEx3DkT8/s320/IMG_1046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kami and her Dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjPTV907DI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9y7XdyiBeII/s1600-h/IMG_1048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303216492449688626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjPTV907DI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9y7XdyiBeII/s320/IMG_1048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kami and her Mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjPTK89F9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/4ZiyMMj9VmY/s1600-h/IMG_1050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303216489493239762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjPTK89F9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/4ZiyMMj9VmY/s320/IMG_1050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Group!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjPS4w2OUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8CieYBse5Ms/s1600-h/IMG_1051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303216484610619714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjPS4w2OUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8CieYBse5Ms/s320/IMG_1051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And they are off for a fun filled night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once Kami, Hailey and their dates left, they went to Applebee's for Dinner, Taylorsville High School to Dance (of course). They then met up with another couple, Robert and Anne. As always at high school dances they got their pictures taken. Around 10:00 PM Kami came back home changed her cloths, said good bye again to Cody and me, and went to Anne's Grandma's House were they watched movies and played rock band. When Kami got home that night she told Me, her dad and Holly "That was the most amazing night!!!!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HUM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After Valentines 2009, Cody and I were hit with the OMG our child just went on her first date stick. Kami is absolutely beautiful and I am sure Cody and I are in a world of trouble. I told Cody the next time she goes on a date or to a dance, he is GOING to get in his police uniform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS KAMI!!!!!! &lt;/span&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;&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/8022347078933058392-3399604457546422144?l=fivebowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/feeds/3399604457546422144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022347078933058392&amp;postID=3399604457546422144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/3399604457546422144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/3399604457546422144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/2009/02/under-construction.html' title='Kami&apos;s First Date'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328220246368159288</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/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SMnvgToADtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DG2mNMDJJHY/S220/Family+124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SZjVajOBrWI/AAAAAAAAAII/ewJzE46tMCE/s72-c/IMG_1014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022347078933058392.post-2109994214183983308</id><published>2009-02-05T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:54:32.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars, Valentines Day, Cell Phones and the 900 Billion Dollar Bailout/Economy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUCK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022347078933058392-2109994214183983308?l=fivebowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/feeds/2109994214183983308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022347078933058392&amp;postID=2109994214183983308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/2109994214183983308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/2109994214183983308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/2009/02/cars-valentines-day-cell-phones-and-900.html' title='Cars, Valentines Day, Cell Phones and the 900 Billion Dollar Bailout/Economy'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328220246368159288</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/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SMnvgToADtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DG2mNMDJJHY/S220/Family+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022347078933058392.post-921549230934922457</id><published>2009-01-26T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:24:42.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Things About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;25. I have never been out of the USA&lt;br /&gt;24. I have a white cat named Emmitt and a Black Cat Named Romo&lt;br /&gt;23. Yes, I am a Dallas Cowboys Fan&lt;br /&gt;22. I have not dated since July 2007 (don't even ask, you wont get an answer)&lt;br /&gt;21. I lose respect for people more and more as they lie to me&lt;br /&gt;20. I am 34 and have a 15 year old Daughter and a 14 year old Son&lt;br /&gt;19. Growing up I really disliked my First Name, but a few years ago Marriott did an Audit on their I9 reports and made me put everything in my first name and I am actually starting to like it. However, that does not mean you can call my by my first name.&lt;br /&gt;18. April 2009 will be my 5 year anniversary in the home I had built for myself and my family.&lt;br /&gt;17. This Month (January 2009) marks my 11 year anniversary at Marriott&lt;br /&gt;16. I have boxes and boxes and boxes and then a walk in close full of cloths that still have the original tag on them.&lt;br /&gt;15. My cousin races a Jet Limo and holds the Land Speed Record at 445 MPH&lt;br /&gt;14. My ears are pierced 13 times&lt;br /&gt;13. My tongue is pierced&lt;br /&gt;12. I have 3 tattoos&lt;br /&gt;11. I believe that everything happens for a reason&lt;br /&gt;10. I have never been Married~What is wrong???&lt;br /&gt;09. I absolutely hate winter and still continue to live in Utah&lt;br /&gt;08. I didn't start drinking coffee until 3 years ago&lt;br /&gt;07. My kids are 13 months apart&lt;br /&gt;06. I am a shop-a-holic&lt;br /&gt;05. Not many men can beat me in trivia about football/cowboys&lt;br /&gt;04. I own two cars but my father is driving one, not because he can't afford his own but because he doesn't want to spend the money to put Diesel Gas in his Ford Power Stroke~Then sale the truck pops!!&lt;br /&gt;03. Even during the sub-zero winters, I still wear my flip flops&lt;br /&gt;02. I would do just about anything for the people I care about&lt;br /&gt;01. The most important thing to me in life is my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. If you are reading this via a blog, you must post your 25 Random Things and let me know when you have finished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022347078933058392-921549230934922457?l=fivebowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/feeds/921549230934922457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022347078933058392&amp;postID=921549230934922457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/921549230934922457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/921549230934922457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-ramdon-things-about-me.html' title='25 Random Things About Me'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328220246368159288</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/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SMnvgToADtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DG2mNMDJJHY/S220/Family+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022347078933058392.post-8354561279430092991</id><published>2008-11-21T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:10:35.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UTAH VS BYU AKA "THE HOLLY WAR"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I think Utah is going to beat BYU by more points than a lot of people expect (UT is only favored by 7). Something like 35-21 for the U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BYU offense is averaging 447 yards per game. However, the U defense is giving up 284 yards per game (advantage = The U)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYU ranks #17 nationally in total offense. Utah is ranked #11 in total defense. The U is also only giving up an average of 17 points a game this season. The team down South has given up an average of 28 points per game in road games this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out...the Utes offense is averaging 403 yards per game. BYU's defense is giving up 345 yards per game (advantage = The U)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oregon State thought they could come into SLC and get a road win. That didn't happen. TCU came into SLC and they, too, thought they'd come into SLC and get a road win. That also didn't happen. Now the team down South wants to try and spoil the U going to a BCS game. The Team Down South is going home disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the Lost Wages Bowl for ya Cougars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022347078933058392-8354561279430092991?l=fivebowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/feeds/8354561279430092991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022347078933058392&amp;postID=8354561279430092991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/8354561279430092991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/8354561279430092991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/2008/11/utah-vs-byu-aka-holly-war.html' title='UTAH VS BYU AKA &quot;THE HOLLY WAR&quot;'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328220246368159288</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/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SMnvgToADtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DG2mNMDJJHY/S220/Family+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022347078933058392.post-2127476370352534656</id><published>2008-11-20T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:31:46.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do YOU know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are so many people that just don’t understand things.  Some may not understand an interest rate or who regulates the interest rates, or trigonometry, or how to read a map, or how to operate a crane, or how a body of water can supply electricity to several metropolitan cities throughout the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don’t understand, is why people judge you and why they hold a grudge against you for no apparent reason.  Why after a year, several years or even a decade later they still carry the same thoughts and will never open their minds or their eyes to notice the many many positive changes or the growth one goes through throughout their lives.  I also don't understand how these types of issue can make one feel so sick inside to the point to where they become nauses and have upper stomach pain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am a smart person and catch onto things pretty quickly, however, I don’t think I will ever understand how people can be so blind towards certain things or people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022347078933058392-2127476370352534656?l=fivebowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/feeds/2127476370352534656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022347078933058392&amp;postID=2127476370352534656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/2127476370352534656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/2127476370352534656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-know.html' title='Do YOU know?'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328220246368159288</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/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SMnvgToADtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DG2mNMDJJHY/S220/Family+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022347078933058392.post-3105724201305530567</id><published>2008-11-02T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:08:06.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Given Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SQ5BjBIxipI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Grbd3vzGc1E/s1600-h/Dallas+Cowboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264217084299152018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SQ5BjBIxipI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Grbd3vzGc1E/s320/Dallas+Cowboys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;For anyone who knows me, they will tell you that I am the biggest Female NFL fan they have ever met. I am a True Blue Dallas Cowboys fan!! Six months out of a year, I live and breath football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football fans either love or hate the Cowboys, there is no in between. When the city of Dallas, received a NFL expansion franchise in 1960, the team was announced as the “Steers” a few weeks later the team was renamed to the “Rangers”, however, Dallas already had a Baseball team named “Rangers”. That Baseball Team was not expected to continue as a Major League team, however, when the MLB and the City of Dallas decided to keep the “Rangers” the football owners had to come up with another name for their NFL Football Franchise and then came the “Cowboys”. Now, you have the Dallas Cowboys. Their first season recorded was 0-11-1. For some reason that does not surprise me!! During that inaugural season the only time the team could celebrate came on the week that they tied. HUM…..who did they tie with……..THE NY GIANTS!! The tie came within the 2nd to last game for their season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As, I watch the Cowboys today and see the way there playing leads me to believe that they missed their plane in Dallas and never made it to New York………YES 48 years later the Cowboys still play the New York Giants, who are now in our division and are one of the known rivals in the NFL. At the time of this blog, the score is 28-7 for New York. I can almost guarantee you the NY score will go up from there. The cowboys have some serious problems this year and chances are WILL NOT make it to the playoffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the last 48 years, The Dallas Cowboys have a lot to be proud of. Their first Super Bowl appearance was in Super Bowl 5, the Cowboys lost that game. However, their first win in a Super Bowl came the following year in Super Bowl VI. The Cowboys have 5 Super Bowl wins. Their last win was Super Bowl XXX, January 28, 1996. The Cowboys have 8 appearances in the Super Bowl, which at this time is the NFL Record. The Cowboys became the first team in NFL history to win 3 Super Bowls in just 4 years (that has been matched only once since, by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/nfl/newenglandpatriots/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;New England Patriots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;. Anyway, the Cowboys are America’s team and the best team in the NFL. They not be numerically the best team in the NFL during the 2008 season, but the cowboys are the most winning team in the NFL and the most expensive team in the NFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for any of my friends that are NOT a Cowboys fan, try to out do any of the Cowboys records………..sorry you just can’t do it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned there will be more about the BOYS that’s for sure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Cowboys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022347078933058392-3105724201305530567?l=fivebowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/feeds/3105724201305530567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022347078933058392&amp;postID=3105724201305530567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/3105724201305530567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/3105724201305530567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/2008/11/any-given-sunday.html' title='Any Given Sunday'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328220246368159288</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/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SMnvgToADtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DG2mNMDJJHY/S220/Family+124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SQ5BjBIxipI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Grbd3vzGc1E/s72-c/Dallas+Cowboys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022347078933058392.post-3319345912663368633</id><published>2008-11-01T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:52:26.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick-or-Treating, Parties, Tons of Candy and Tons of Frosty Cold Beverages!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Everyone likes Halloween for one reason or another. Kids, like Halloween because they get to dress up and go out Trick-or Treating and have lots of candy that is all theirs. Adults like Halloween because they too like to dress up and go to house parties, go to local Bars/Night Clubs, spend time with their families and pass out Halloween candy while their children go out Trick-or-Treating. Of course all kids and Adults love to decorate their homes and their yards for Halloween and some go all out for this Holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time Halloween is over everyone will experience to much fun either by having ate so much candy that they have crashed from their sugar high or drinking to much and having to deal with a hang over the following morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m surprised that I had enough candy for the Trick-or-Treaters, because I was ate too much of their candy, then I found myself up late because of the sugar rush and had a hard time waking up in the morning in order to make it to work on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What part of Halloween do you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022347078933058392-3319345912663368633?l=fivebowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/feeds/3319345912663368633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022347078933058392&amp;postID=3319345912663368633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/3319345912663368633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/3319345912663368633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/2008/11/trick-or-treating-parties-tons-of-candy.html' title='Trick-or-Treating, Parties, Tons of Candy and Tons of Frosty Cold Beverages!!'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328220246368159288</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/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SMnvgToADtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DG2mNMDJJHY/S220/Family+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022347078933058392.post-7563093568111634200</id><published>2008-10-31T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:53:50.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Hunters--Do you Beleive?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today is Halloween, October 31, 2008. I was off work today, while at home, I tuned on my TV. The TV channel was on the SCIFI channel, which on Dish Network is channel 122. My son loves this channel so it was no surprise that the TV turned right onto this channel. The show that was airing was called Ghost Hunters. Ghost Hunters is a TV show, where a group of investigators go around the United States and investigates locations that the owners, employees or customers claim are hunted. These locations are any location from family homes, businesses, historical sites to Military Bases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This group of investigators refer to themselves as TAPS (The Atlantic Paranormal Society). This group is contacted by anyone who wants to find concrete evidence to back up their claim or get some answers to what is going on with the strange activities that they have encountered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Upon TAPS arrival to the site that they will investigate, they meet with the person that contacted them, so they can go through the dwelling to learn what noises are being heard, what smells are being smelt and to get a description of what the ghostly figures look like. TAPS, will then set up their equipment, which they have a lot of, once the equipment is set up TAPS turns off all lights and they begin their investigation. Some of the equipment and their descriptions that the TAPS team use is listed below. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Digital Audio&lt;/strong&gt;-A small digital sound recorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Digital Infrared Camera&lt;/strong&gt;-Captures images invisible to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EMF-(Electromagnetic Field)&lt;/strong&gt; -A force given off by electric charges; found in anything that uses electricity. Theory is that spirits are made from magnetic forces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVP (Electronic Voice Phenomena)&lt;/strong&gt;-Disembodied voices and sounds picked up by recording devices. &lt;strong&gt;HI-8&lt;/strong&gt;-Portable video-tape camcorders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K-2 Meter&lt;/strong&gt;-A device that measures magnetic fields. Some believe it can be used to train a spirit to intensify its magnetic field as a form of communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mini-DV&lt;/strong&gt;-A small digital video recorder that records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Digital Thermometer&lt;/strong&gt;-Reads Ambient Temperature, 15-60 degrees cooler than the regular room temp indicates that a spirit may be present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thermal Imaging Digital Camera&lt;/strong&gt;-Records images of long wavelength infrared radiation, sometimes referred to as heat, which is invisible to people. This allows the capture of images in even total darkness, or through smoke or fog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As I’m watching the Ghost Hunters Marathon today, one episodes really stuck out and crept me out. The episode took the TAPS crew to Beverly Hills, CA. They were going to the neighborhood where actress Sharon Tate and hair stylist Jay Sebring were murdered. YES, I am talking about the Charles Manson murders. The house where the murders took place is no longer standing but there is a house down the street that the owner claims is haunted by Sharon and Jay. This is the place the TAPS crew set up their cameras and their equipment. During this episode the team did hear tons of noises through out the house. They Didn’t actually see any ghosts while there. However, they started using the EMF and found that in one of the guest room of this house the EMF was extremely high so they then brought in the digital thermometer reader and area’s of the room were cooler than the rest of the room. So ,the team asked the spirit in the room to lower the temperature from 70 degrees to 62 degrees as you watch the temp goes from 70 to 62 within a few minutes. Then, they bring in some crazy devise (can remember it’s name) that they claim the spirits can light up when they are communicating. The team uses this devise, now that they have found something in the room that can lower the temp. As the team is in the guest room with this spirit it asks the spirit to answer some questions. If the answer is yes they ask the spirit to make the devise light up twice, if the answer if no they tell the spirit to make the devise light up once. They start off by asking if there is a spirit in the room, the devise lights up twice. The following are additional questions the team asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. Are there more than one spirit in this house?&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you a victim of murder?&lt;br /&gt;3. Is the other spirit a victim of murder?&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you Jay Sebring?&lt;br /&gt;4. Is the other spirit Sharon Tate? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The devise did flash twice for each question indicating that the team was communicating with Charles Manson’s murder victims. The team also pick up voices and noises through out the house using their equipment that appeared to be a woman’s voice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At the end of the teams investigation they always meet back up with the person who asked them to come and investigate, so the team can provide them with some answers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;While watching the rest of the episodes today the TAPS team would come up with some answers to things that are going on such at the dwelling, such as a structure settling, or dust in the air that they end up catching on their camera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not every episode will the team find as much information like they did in the episode described above but at least in every episode there was always something that they could not explain. There were two other episodes that they found crazy things going on and did capture figures that move and resembles a humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Also, the SCIFI channel and Ghost Hunters also air some of their investigations Live. A investigation takes about 7 hours. A live investigation does air tonight from 5:00 PM-12:00AM with the findings and conclusions to the live investigation airing on Wednesday, November 5, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Are you a believer??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022347078933058392-7563093568111634200?l=fivebowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/feeds/7563093568111634200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022347078933058392&amp;postID=7563093568111634200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/7563093568111634200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/7563093568111634200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/2008/10/ghost-hunters-do-you-beleive.html' title='Ghost Hunters--Do you Beleive?'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328220246368159288</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/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SMnvgToADtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DG2mNMDJJHY/S220/Family+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022347078933058392.post-1933314123928004842</id><published>2008-10-30T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:54:37.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Virgin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I have so many friends that have blogs, so I thought I would start one myself. We will see where this takes me and see if I can keep up on a blog like everyone else does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022347078933058392-1933314123928004842?l=fivebowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/feeds/1933314123928004842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022347078933058392&amp;postID=1933314123928004842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/1933314123928004842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022347078933058392/posts/default/1933314123928004842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivebowls.blogspot.com/2008/10/virgin.html' title='The Virgin'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328220246368159288</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/_0hl6AVeHTh0/SMnvgToADtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DG2mNMDJJHY/S220/Family+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
