<?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-3704299996330865828</id><updated>2012-02-18T17:10:01.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meyers Mania</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>280</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-3184489073213210097</id><published>2012-02-18T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T17:10:01.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jakers turns 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfgTe91uu2A/T0BGj8tPCJI/AAAAAAAAC1o/L1gve1mo1Ag/s1600/DSC01824.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfgTe91uu2A/T0BGj8tPCJI/AAAAAAAAC1o/L1gve1mo1Ag/s640/DSC01824.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Another year with this big guy is in the books. And we have another year full of memories. He is a ball of fun and entertainment. He loves his buddies and hats. (Texans hat above) Above with Carter Nixon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UXfL8BUYXV8/T0BHiPQ4aAI/AAAAAAAAC1w/IdQhIpJjmuE/s1600/DSC00692.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UXfL8BUYXV8/T0BHiPQ4aAI/AAAAAAAAC1w/IdQhIpJjmuE/s640/DSC00692.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He loves Margaritas and hats. (Jazz hat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLYNQLhd3LU/T0BHovTcGEI/AAAAAAAAC14/LgcJXkhf9DU/s1600/DSC00914.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLYNQLhd3LU/T0BHovTcGEI/AAAAAAAAC14/LgcJXkhf9DU/s640/DSC00914.JPG" width="516" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He loves his big bro. And hats. (Red Sox playing hat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QBTBnveTMbc/T0BHzTKI2iI/AAAAAAAAC2A/gGVPyhaSXyk/s1600/DSC01266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QBTBnveTMbc/T0BHzTKI2iI/AAAAAAAAC2A/gGVPyhaSXyk/s640/DSC01266.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Loves more buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PsdNHT8Ldeo/T0BH8OnW1tI/AAAAAAAAC2I/Sub_t-AW2fI/s1600/DSC00190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PsdNHT8Ldeo/T0BH8OnW1tI/AAAAAAAAC2I/Sub_t-AW2fI/s640/DSC00190.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Loves the Lake and water in general. And pulling faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4kMlh8bHAwQ/T0BICookTJI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/-OmrJnpmXag/s1600/DSC01183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="444" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4kMlh8bHAwQ/T0BICookTJI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/-OmrJnpmXag/s640/DSC01183.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Loves him some soda. More faces and hats. (Red Sox flat bill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n1cW41ox6q4/T0BII6YqDFI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/c6tjCXZkLxI/s1600/DSC01614.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n1cW41ox6q4/T0BII6YqDFI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/c6tjCXZkLxI/s640/DSC01614.JPG" width="490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Loves pool time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lTwNDx3XWkQ/T0BINSSfpvI/AAAAAAAAC2g/yXZLeqHqhC0/s1600/DSC01616.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lTwNDx3XWkQ/T0BINSSfpvI/AAAAAAAAC2g/yXZLeqHqhC0/s640/DSC01616.JPG" width="454" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Loves hamming it up. And hats. (Skater hat cousin Austin gave him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ex0sq3VgFNI/T0BIVrkUhHI/AAAAAAAAC2o/eMMs5LV3IRw/s1600/DSC01924.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ex0sq3VgFNI/T0BIVrkUhHI/AAAAAAAAC2o/eMMs5LV3IRw/s640/DSC01924.JPG" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Loves BYU. Even though Swoosh got him here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-54gGF7zPbow/T0BIn41QqdI/AAAAAAAAC2w/agNzO5frxSQ/s1600/IMG_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-54gGF7zPbow/T0BIn41QqdI/AAAAAAAAC2w/agNzO5frxSQ/s640/IMG_0006.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;More faces and more hats. (Ducks hat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P141fG23ffg/T0BI09zwIiI/AAAAAAAAC24/upVC3LqpAIw/s1600/DSC_9820.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="414" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P141fG23ffg/T0BI09zwIiI/AAAAAAAAC24/upVC3LqpAIw/s640/DSC_9820.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Loves watching Caden play football and can't wait for his turn. (Longhorns hat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake, we love ya buddy. Thanks for being the kid you are. So hard to imagine what life was ever like without you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-3184489073213210097?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/3184489073213210097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=3184489073213210097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/3184489073213210097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/3184489073213210097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2012/02/jakers-turns-7.html' title='Jakers turns 7'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfgTe91uu2A/T0BGj8tPCJI/AAAAAAAAC1o/L1gve1mo1Ag/s72-c/DSC01824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-2532602394780151097</id><published>2012-02-17T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T16:21:04.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bec!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LIkmiYz7AFY/T0A7AUmuRrI/AAAAAAAAC1I/P-2FFPUWdp8/s1600/GEDC0027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LIkmiYz7AFY/T0A7AUmuRrI/AAAAAAAAC1I/P-2FFPUWdp8/s640/GEDC0027.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So today is my little sweet Sister Bec's birthday. She is the one who always feels left out. So here is a little love to my little sis. Bec and I have a love/hate relationship. She loves to hate me. She claims I have teased her her entire life. And if any of you know me, you know I am not capable of such an act. The truth is I spent the first 12 years of her life protecting her from Steve. But she tends to forget that. Then I left on my mission and the 2 of them decided to finally get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2xAvV7GZ9eY/T0A7Do-DZ2I/AAAAAAAAC1Q/5RtFhplUn1Y/s1600/Scan+70.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2xAvV7GZ9eY/T0A7Do-DZ2I/AAAAAAAAC1Q/5RtFhplUn1Y/s640/Scan+70.jpeg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is a picture of Me, Bec and Steve at the airport the day I got back from my Mission in Oct of 97'. Bec was scared of me at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XubKnKszikk/T0A7FSj3yTI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/cPr_15E8obI/s1600/Scan+71.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XubKnKszikk/T0A7FSj3yTI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/cPr_15E8obI/s640/Scan+71.jpeg" width="434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sometimes I think the only thing Bec likes about me is my wife. I think thats the case with a lot of people though. Ambur and Bec have always gotten along well. The picture above was taken in St George after a fun day of shopping in Las Vegas when they decided to get twiner warm ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uYSdIx-D0m0/T0A7Ho9fOEI/AAAAAAAAC1g/mVqMfyNJghE/s1600/Scan+69.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uYSdIx-D0m0/T0A7Ho9fOEI/AAAAAAAAC1g/mVqMfyNJghE/s640/Scan+69.jpeg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I will come clean, I may have teased Bec once or twice. But it was all out of love. Here is a picture of me executing a text book "Camel Clutch" move made famous by the Iron Sheek in WWE Wrestling. &amp;nbsp;With arms locked over my legs and body weight pressing down, you can see the love I have for my Sis. Hey, isn't this a Big Brothers job? Love ya Bec! Happy B-Day! Thanks for being my little sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-2532602394780151097?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/2532602394780151097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=2532602394780151097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/2532602394780151097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/2532602394780151097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-birthday-bec.html' title='Happy Birthday Bec!'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LIkmiYz7AFY/T0A7AUmuRrI/AAAAAAAAC1I/P-2FFPUWdp8/s72-c/GEDC0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-3590950461409365507</id><published>2012-02-13T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T20:03:50.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday @ Sand Dunes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lQfZk5QdQ9A/TznVfBZLByI/AAAAAAAACzI/hY4NJd-yFLY/s1600/DSC02267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lQfZk5QdQ9A/TznVfBZLByI/AAAAAAAACzI/hY4NJd-yFLY/s640/DSC02267.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jake and Zach (Jake did give us a scare by driving Zach's 4-wheeler straight down the hill you see behind him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday was the first day in quite a while where there has been no football or basketball games. So it was time to get out and have some fun. It was time to take these kids out and cut them loose. We headed out to the Sand Dunes. The weather couldn't have been better. it was a boys trip. The girls all stayed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1nVmyMzdC-I/TznVu7RTs7I/AAAAAAAACzQ/EiUjlQk-r7A/s1600/DSC02259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1nVmyMzdC-I/TznVu7RTs7I/AAAAAAAACzQ/EiUjlQk-r7A/s640/DSC02259.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jake and Caden getting some food in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-axYk8xEOUS4/TznV240kkGI/AAAAAAAACzY/LRZSvT1mwJw/s1600/DSC02270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="454" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-axYk8xEOUS4/TznV240kkGI/AAAAAAAACzY/LRZSvT1mwJw/s640/DSC02270.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This guy drove right by us in his new ride and I was able to catch a nice picture of him going air born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HzehK7vjhas/TznV99xQHII/AAAAAAAACzg/KUL1pOgA-2w/s1600/DSC02268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HzehK7vjhas/TznV99xQHII/AAAAAAAACzg/KUL1pOgA-2w/s640/DSC02268.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here me and Bob are with the kids. Mike Stringham (guy that works with Bob) came also. His daughter was the one girl that got to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wuLg6LigwYY/TznWIE7_0MI/AAAAAAAACzo/0tiBdDa2ess/s1600/DSC02272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="474" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wuLg6LigwYY/TznWIE7_0MI/AAAAAAAACzo/0tiBdDa2ess/s640/DSC02272.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Luke and Caden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-08WxgC1FzeQ/TznWULGJgOI/AAAAAAAACzw/Kl_fb3K271w/s1600/DSC02275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-08WxgC1FzeQ/TznWULGJgOI/AAAAAAAACzw/Kl_fb3K271w/s640/DSC02275.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is what you call a "Big Boy" sandwich. Mike didn't stand a chance. Especially with Bob channeling his "Cousin Eddie" look. This picture is so inappropriate on so many levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-14r8G6fM5i8/TznWom5V2CI/AAAAAAAACz4/SNA4ATRyaMw/s1600/IMG_0569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-14r8G6fM5i8/TznWom5V2CI/AAAAAAAACz4/SNA4ATRyaMw/s640/IMG_0569.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jake riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rAtVbu67wjs/TznWzkSg_UI/AAAAAAAAC0A/6QnjXJlH5fQ/s1600/IMG_0592.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rAtVbu67wjs/TznWzkSg_UI/AAAAAAAAC0A/6QnjXJlH5fQ/s640/IMG_0592.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Caden throwing the ball with Zach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fJpGKfy3Hp0/TznXCtT8ZzI/AAAAAAAAC0I/7Xh-BS0mULU/s1600/IMG_0603.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fJpGKfy3Hp0/TznXCtT8ZzI/AAAAAAAAC0I/7Xh-BS0mULU/s640/IMG_0603.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was a nice site to see. Jake ran the wheeler out of gas and Caden helped him push it back up to camp. Once in a blue moon we get to see small moments like this that make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vAH3dWDnmj8/TznXO4_eLlI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/we642hrAMJ8/s1600/IMG_0606.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vAH3dWDnmj8/TznXO4_eLlI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/we642hrAMJ8/s640/IMG_0606.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Luke and Caden riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WK4KGYHGDSI/TznXWiGd1WI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/5bhM6B9-aWk/s1600/DSC02280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WK4KGYHGDSI/TznXWiGd1WI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/5bhM6B9-aWk/s640/DSC02280.JPG" width="464" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bob with his boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Is0nqSo212g/TznXfpEcTOI/AAAAAAAAC0g/ue5EX0GLFaY/s1600/DSC02281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Is0nqSo212g/TznXfpEcTOI/AAAAAAAAC0g/ue5EX0GLFaY/s640/DSC02281.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Team Bilt. Mike with his boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MLrcyZ1EVdc/TznXm6S8yrI/AAAAAAAAC0o/Cjxo5Hqthjw/s1600/DSC02282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="450" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MLrcyZ1EVdc/TznXm6S8yrI/AAAAAAAAC0o/Cjxo5Hqthjw/s640/DSC02282.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me with my dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QIwVsHJUM4M/TznXvi05TwI/AAAAAAAAC0w/bJdRS319aik/s1600/DSC02285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="484" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QIwVsHJUM4M/TznXvi05TwI/AAAAAAAAC0w/bJdRS319aik/s640/DSC02285.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The day was a long one. The kids all crashed on the way home. Here Caden crashed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DW6EQYJJ-Dg/TznX9AxkDeI/AAAAAAAAC04/Z3Qz6BKQcE8/s1600/DSC02286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DW6EQYJJ-Dg/TznX9AxkDeI/AAAAAAAAC04/Z3Qz6BKQcE8/s640/DSC02286.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Luke out cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EX63of7Kgm8/TznYDOhQ90I/AAAAAAAAC1A/gaDeM3RhGY0/s1600/DSC02287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="440" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EX63of7Kgm8/TznYDOhQ90I/AAAAAAAAC1A/gaDeM3RhGY0/s640/DSC02287.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Best one. Jake out on Zach. So worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day. We all had a blast. Great to watch these kids have so much fun. I think us adults managed to enjoy ourselves also. Can't wait to get back out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-3590950461409365507?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/3590950461409365507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=3590950461409365507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/3590950461409365507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/3590950461409365507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2012/02/saturday-sand-dunes.html' title='Saturday @ Sand Dunes'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lQfZk5QdQ9A/TznVfBZLByI/AAAAAAAACzI/hY4NJd-yFLY/s72-c/DSC02267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-6783879609102809817</id><published>2012-02-10T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T19:33:23.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uwbNhJ-0w88/TzXZPGDLjDI/AAAAAAAACxg/89hk4b49lBU/s1600/IMG_0519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uwbNhJ-0w88/TzXZPGDLjDI/AAAAAAAACxg/89hk4b49lBU/s640/IMG_0519.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This year it was nice to be back in town for the big game. Hard to believe it's been a year since me and the boys were in Dallas last year. But it was time for a party at home. We got out of church at 12:00 and it was go time. The kids flew into their rooms and got ready. They put on their favorite football gear and were ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Om2qtnOWBsU/TzXZfnBZc8I/AAAAAAAACxo/MpakAP4-_Q4/s1600/IMG_0523.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Om2qtnOWBsU/TzXZfnBZc8I/AAAAAAAACxo/MpakAP4-_Q4/s640/IMG_0523.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;You can tell my sweet little girl Addi has 2 football crazy brothers and just wants to be part of the fun. She wanted so bad to wear some football stuff, so the boys helped her get geared up. Here she is with her cousins paige and Savanna. Not sure what my camera did to Savanna to get this stare down. She looks about the way my mom's feelings about Super Bowl Sunday. (If you read my mom's facebook, you know she didn't really enjoy much of anything Super Bowl Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JMixk5oJ5t0/TzXZyZSzA0I/AAAAAAAACxw/kz2NyFmmoA8/s1600/IMG_0526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JMixk5oJ5t0/TzXZyZSzA0I/AAAAAAAACxw/kz2NyFmmoA8/s640/IMG_0526.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is Am sneakin a snack in. Showin off that cute baby belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yTBFkht7zoY/TzXaCeTkI1I/AAAAAAAACx4/18uGutvkUVc/s1600/IMG_0528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yTBFkht7zoY/TzXaCeTkI1I/AAAAAAAACx4/18uGutvkUVc/s640/IMG_0528.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Addi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MzkNtuWZMU0/TzXaQnaVMmI/AAAAAAAACyA/-WAZezSpNbg/s1600/IMG_0531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MzkNtuWZMU0/TzXaQnaVMmI/AAAAAAAACyA/-WAZezSpNbg/s640/IMG_0531.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bob was out giving Steve some encouragement to get those Ribs ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XPSorkeiIRc/TzXaiOGV_xI/AAAAAAAACyI/2fzeRkt0Q1k/s1600/IMG_0533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XPSorkeiIRc/TzXaiOGV_xI/AAAAAAAACyI/2fzeRkt0Q1k/s640/IMG_0533.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The ladies, Audrey, Teresa(baby in tummy), my Mom, Ambur(baby in tummy) and Linda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-th4hruEe2rI/TzXa042TwwI/AAAAAAAACyQ/sMFtMSUZVUo/s1600/IMG_0534.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-th4hruEe2rI/TzXa042TwwI/AAAAAAAACyQ/sMFtMSUZVUo/s640/IMG_0534.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The grub. Shrimp and dips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6yrD4Li3XF0/TzXbHTM5PkI/AAAAAAAACyY/OBmifkOoV1o/s1600/IMG_0535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6yrD4Li3XF0/TzXbHTM5PkI/AAAAAAAACyY/OBmifkOoV1o/s640/IMG_0535.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ribs, Chicken and twice baked potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vjx6u_GHr14/TzXbUtU9n6I/AAAAAAAACyg/wqQVpB8T2NM/s1600/IMG_0536.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vjx6u_GHr14/TzXbUtU9n6I/AAAAAAAACyg/wqQVpB8T2NM/s640/IMG_0536.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The kids all approved of the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YUQozX4ezRQ/TzXbnBV1YQI/AAAAAAAACyo/W5DgoCk17pc/s1600/IMG_0538.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YUQozX4ezRQ/TzXbnBV1YQI/AAAAAAAACyo/W5DgoCk17pc/s640/IMG_0538.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Deb and her little man Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xvswg5m4cvo/TzXb7S8EQrI/AAAAAAAACyw/V6NR8X-8bv0/s1600/IMG_0539.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xvswg5m4cvo/TzXb7S8EQrI/AAAAAAAACyw/V6NR8X-8bv0/s640/IMG_0539.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Steve and Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zcik83Ap-Rs/TzXcONQQPyI/AAAAAAAACy4/0hP1M8ectBM/s1600/IMG_0540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zcik83Ap-Rs/TzXcONQQPyI/AAAAAAAACy4/0hP1M8ectBM/s640/IMG_0540.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bob and Six Shooter Deb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FLufW3WmWkM/TzXcebNlLfI/AAAAAAAACzA/CQtO9qgTvAg/s1600/IMG_0542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FLufW3WmWkM/TzXcebNlLfI/AAAAAAAACzA/CQtO9qgTvAg/s640/IMG_0542.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That is me rubbin the baby belly for good luck. So don't be surprised when my beloved Dolphins pick up Peyton Manning and end up in next years Super Bowl. You heard it here first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the Giants beat the Pats. Good to see there is a man up above who keeps the world in balance. Tom Brady has won enough. Between his wife, his looks and his 3 rings,(oh ya, and Kelsey Hansens heart) he has enough, time to share Tommy Boy. It was a good game and fun to watch. Thanks to all who came and helped out with food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-6783879609102809817?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/6783879609102809817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=6783879609102809817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/6783879609102809817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/6783879609102809817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2012/02/super-bowl-sunday.html' title='Super Bowl Sunday'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uwbNhJ-0w88/TzXZPGDLjDI/AAAAAAAACxg/89hk4b49lBU/s72-c/IMG_0519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-6291277278839450373</id><published>2012-02-04T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T16:43:17.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy Football Mastery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ukAceKbRfnE/Ty3Ido1GoWI/AAAAAAAACv4/lGs1pMdP1iw/s1600/IMG_0513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ukAceKbRfnE/Ty3Ido1GoWI/AAAAAAAACv4/lGs1pMdP1iw/s640/IMG_0513.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It is with great Pleasure I bring you this post. As the Super Bowl is ready to kick off tomorrow. My mind rewinds to my own Super Bowl a month or so back. This Trophy above is what I like to call the "Fruits of my labors". It was a long hard battle this season. Well, not so hard, my team was really good. But is was a long season. After loosing to my brother Steve (an epic upset) in last years Super Bowl, coming up a game short this year was just not an option. I committed myself in the offseason to truly being the best I could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D5uSxUYLAc8/Ty3IsZLlFKI/AAAAAAAACwA/QYmKxjgQNEA/s1600/IMG_0514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D5uSxUYLAc8/Ty3IsZLlFKI/AAAAAAAACwA/QYmKxjgQNEA/s640/IMG_0514.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I won the Super Bowl back in 08'. But one can be considered s fluke. This 2nd Super Bowl really puts a stamp of Validation on my Greatness'. So after having played in 3 of the last 4 Super Bowls, and prevailing in 2 of them, I am actually considering an early retirement. You know, going out on top. I am currently entertaining "Book" offers. I am being approached about putting out a book on "How to Dominate Your Fantasy Football League". &amp;nbsp;If any of you have ever written a book I would love to hear your input.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m5AMBBgVbpg/Ty3I8xQtTZI/AAAAAAAACwI/D6s4pcXIhik/s1600/IMG_0512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m5AMBBgVbpg/Ty3I8xQtTZI/AAAAAAAACwI/D6s4pcXIhik/s640/IMG_0512.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This Trophy looks beautiful on the fireplace mantle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5x3WnQ2SnNg/Ty3JAJDgjTI/AAAAAAAACwQ/s6NNJCBYZFc/s1600/IMG00649-20120204-1651.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5x3WnQ2SnNg/Ty3JAJDgjTI/AAAAAAAACwQ/s6NNJCBYZFc/s640/IMG00649-20120204-1651.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My playoff run was one for the books. As you can see in the picture above, Bob was clearly overmatched and playing way out of his league. He put up a cute 121.5 points. But as you can see, I was on a mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then below is the Super Bowl matchup. Let's be honest, Almond never stood a chance. Like the rest of the league, he laid down and got "Fifed". Nice work though at least making the big game Almond. At least you broke 100. That has to make you feel good going into the offseason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FPN1pNAWgLI/Ty3JtBnAUiI/AAAAAAAACxY/Zr4TB55wUgI/s1600/IMG00648-20120204-1651.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FPN1pNAWgLI/Ty3JtBnAUiI/AAAAAAAACxY/Zr4TB55wUgI/s640/IMG00648-20120204-1651.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-buCToOw1f74/Ty3JD_pM_xI/AAAAAAAACwg/4l7fvdlhzxs/s1600/IMG00651-20120204-1652.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-buCToOw1f74/Ty3JD_pM_xI/AAAAAAAACwg/4l7fvdlhzxs/s640/IMG00651-20120204-1652.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Above you can see a list of my teams stellar performance in the big game. I would like to take &amp;nbsp;minute to thank those who made it happen. I was clearly the "Mastermind" behind putting this team together, but the players must still go out and perform, and oh did they perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JACotVaiLYQ/Ty3JEcsJJNI/AAAAAAAACwo/ePbIfy-yIkk/s1600/darren_mcfadden_raiders.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JACotVaiLYQ/Ty3JEcsJJNI/AAAAAAAACwo/ePbIfy-yIkk/s640/darren_mcfadden_raiders.jpg" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank you Run DMC. I only had you till week 6, but you set the tone for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7d6sIyS7cvQ/Ty3JHGJzfCI/AAAAAAAACww/D5BjXR9aI34/s1600/CJ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="484" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7d6sIyS7cvQ/Ty3JHGJzfCI/AAAAAAAACww/D5BjXR9aI34/s640/CJ.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Megatron!!!!! Need I say more. the man can not be covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fBX6MLHGsqU/Ty3JHxE0AjI/AAAAAAAACw4/mEdmn4dTj04/s1600/Brandon+Marshall+Kyle+Arrington+Miami+Dolphins+rSYFuWhWYyul.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fBX6MLHGsqU/Ty3JHxE0AjI/AAAAAAAACw4/mEdmn4dTj04/s640/Brandon+Marshall+Kyle+Arrington+Miami+Dolphins+rSYFuWhWYyul.jpg" width="472" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank you Brandon Marshall. Love me some Dolphins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mvekDPLZxGU/Ty3JIkMCRAI/AAAAAAAACxA/w9Z-dehSU8g/s1600/10317693-large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="600" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mvekDPLZxGU/Ty3JIkMCRAI/AAAAAAAACxA/w9Z-dehSU8g/s640/10317693-large.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mr Jimmy Graham. I found this man while doing my homework while watching the Hall of Fame Game in August. My eye for talent didn't lead me astray. Jimmy was a beast this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-diFC4xXETtY/Ty3JJGN437I/AAAAAAAACxI/lkIVZ5-6Axo/s1600/e4f6a319625652c40b22cf48602197c1-getty-136538577.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-diFC4xXETtY/Ty3JJGN437I/AAAAAAAACxI/lkIVZ5-6Axo/s640/e4f6a319625652c40b22cf48602197c1-getty-136538577.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This little guy Darrin Sproles was my secret weapon. My one mistake this year was trying to trade this guy away. But as you can tell from my team, everyone in my league is scared of having talent on their team, which left me with an abundance, and nobody took him. Sometimes the best trades are the ones that don't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u95UnBum5lU/Ty3JJTtbvEI/AAAAAAAACxQ/QRKZBJbKMfg/s1600/1701474-aaron_rodgers_championship_belt_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u95UnBum5lU/Ty3JJTtbvEI/AAAAAAAACxQ/QRKZBJbKMfg/s640/1701474-aaron_rodgers_championship_belt_large.jpg" width="518" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This leads us and leaves us with Mr. Discount Double Check himself. Aaron Rodgers was a stud. I want to thank every single player in the draft ahead of me for not taking this guy. I picked 10th, and was worried about who I would get. But like I said before, the other guys in the league are scared of talent. Thanks again boys. Sometimes it honestly feels like taking candy from a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I watch whoever it is hoist that Super Bowl Trophy tomorrow, I will watch and may even shed a tear, as I will be able to relate to watching them enjoy a moment of greatness and a moment no one will ever be able to take away. Happy Super Bowl weekend everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-6291277278839450373?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/6291277278839450373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=6291277278839450373' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/6291277278839450373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/6291277278839450373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2012/02/fantasy-football-mastery.html' title='Fantasy Football Mastery'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ukAceKbRfnE/Ty3Ido1GoWI/AAAAAAAACv4/lGs1pMdP1iw/s72-c/IMG_0513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-8698476578069733930</id><published>2012-02-03T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T17:34:41.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-Day Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QvlCZVjO2nI/TyyJWhIXC-I/AAAAAAAACvo/yhClorwrF08/s1600/Feb-+Mar+08%2527+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="451" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QvlCZVjO2nI/TyyJWhIXC-I/AAAAAAAACvo/yhClorwrF08/s640/Feb-+Mar+08%2527+014.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9-U5qZXrmNk/TyyJuyWaUWI/AAAAAAAACvw/BCfN-ADNch8/s1600/Scan+10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9-U5qZXrmNk/TyyJuyWaUWI/AAAAAAAACvw/BCfN-ADNch8/s640/Scan+10.jpeg" width="521" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is my Old Man's birthday. Above is a picture of him, me and Steve up ice fishing a few years back. Then the lower one is of our family (before Bec arrived) all pimped out. Me and Steve rocking the 3 piece suites. My mom wearing a sweater with heart lolly pops???? And my Dad with one smooth beard topped off with a handle bar mustache to boot. Happy Birthday Dad. Hope you have a great one. &amp;nbsp;Love ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-8698476578069733930?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/8698476578069733930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=8698476578069733930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/8698476578069733930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/8698476578069733930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-b-day-dad.html' title='Happy B-Day Dad'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QvlCZVjO2nI/TyyJWhIXC-I/AAAAAAAACvo/yhClorwrF08/s72-c/Feb-+Mar+08%2527+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-3727174769841048783</id><published>2012-01-31T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T15:45:03.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made me Think</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VuueJ_uO1PM/Tyh5kp3wa2I/AAAAAAAACvg/6K_AdQ6eZ3Y/s1600/IMG00504-20111215-1622.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VuueJ_uO1PM/Tyh5kp3wa2I/AAAAAAAACvg/6K_AdQ6eZ3Y/s640/IMG00504-20111215-1622.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was stopped at a red light the other day and noticed the truck in front of me and it's accessories, and something caught my eye. Now I would never claim to be a Strip Club Aficionado, but the last time I checked, there were standards! The girl in this image seems a little "Thick" to be dancing. Am I missing something? But judging from the statement on the bumper, the size of the Stripper wasn't what this guy was interested in. Just sayin....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-3727174769841048783?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/3727174769841048783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=3727174769841048783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/3727174769841048783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/3727174769841048783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2012/01/made-me-think.html' title='Made me Think'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VuueJ_uO1PM/Tyh5kp3wa2I/AAAAAAAACvg/6K_AdQ6eZ3Y/s72-c/IMG00504-20111215-1622.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-5921663879876059716</id><published>2012-01-29T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T13:31:21.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Audrey Baby Sitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f-ytdVq-Uhc/TyW5EH2fCaI/AAAAAAAACvA/nJMmL6AxWr4/s1600/IMG_0152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f-ytdVq-Uhc/TyW5EH2fCaI/AAAAAAAACvA/nJMmL6AxWr4/s640/IMG_0152.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;On friday Me and Ambur were heading out to dinner. Audrey was nice enough to come out to baby sit. She then went above and beyond the call of a normal baby sitter. She brought stuff out to make homemade pizza's. the kids loved it. Here are some pictures of Addi and Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CGsvibmWMCA/TyW5UMa1pSI/AAAAAAAACvI/Ho2qmeHjWSI/s1600/IMG_0147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CGsvibmWMCA/TyW5UMa1pSI/AAAAAAAACvI/Ho2qmeHjWSI/s640/IMG_0147.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hNU2ajJ8nTk/TyW5jBFqglI/AAAAAAAACvQ/Y_PYfs-5VA0/s1600/IMG_0145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hNU2ajJ8nTk/TyW5jBFqglI/AAAAAAAACvQ/Y_PYfs-5VA0/s640/IMG_0145.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pd5gOMthP4E/TyW5xj1VS1I/AAAAAAAACvY/A4CbuSGSDs8/s1600/IMG_0154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pd5gOMthP4E/TyW5xj1VS1I/AAAAAAAACvY/A4CbuSGSDs8/s640/IMG_0154.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks Audrey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-5921663879876059716?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/5921663879876059716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=5921663879876059716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/5921663879876059716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/5921663879876059716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2012/01/aunt-audrey-baby-sitting.html' title='Aunt Audrey Baby Sitting'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f-ytdVq-Uhc/TyW5EH2fCaI/AAAAAAAACvA/nJMmL6AxWr4/s72-c/IMG_0152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-7849796269616419211</id><published>2012-01-29T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T12:37:14.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jake playing Jr Jazz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jSYRXt2L19g/TyWnZrX-GKI/AAAAAAAACsI/dNbjlZUjK6Q/s1600/IMG_0299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jSYRXt2L19g/TyWnZrX-GKI/AAAAAAAACsI/dNbjlZUjK6Q/s640/IMG_0299.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jake was mad at me for posting about his melt down eating the Jalapenos. He thought he looked like a baby. So I'm going to try showing you his tougher side. Jake is playing and loving basketball. He is on a team with a few kids from the neighborhood. Zach Tueller, Carter Nixon, Caleb Beardall and Cade Van Leeuwen, along with a few other kids they were put with. Above is a picture of them getting ready. I love the intense game faces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kzTCLXrfEcE/TyWnrZDpeJI/AAAAAAAACsQ/lV3HZptHI7w/s1600/IMG_0292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kzTCLXrfEcE/TyWnrZDpeJI/AAAAAAAACsQ/lV3HZptHI7w/s640/IMG_0292.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Got to play D also. Hands up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KRqCrZCRI5A/TyWn9cjqa1I/AAAAAAAACsY/0tR2uoDsHPc/s1600/IMG_0298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KRqCrZCRI5A/TyWn9cjqa1I/AAAAAAAACsY/0tR2uoDsHPc/s640/IMG_0298.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jake making a pass. This picture is proof he will pass. Were working on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sP_bci0fPt0/TyWoPRMI9rI/AAAAAAAACsg/LAVlN1wF2Y0/s1600/IMG_0316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sP_bci0fPt0/TyWoPRMI9rI/AAAAAAAACsg/LAVlN1wF2Y0/s640/IMG_0316.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Whenever Jake is focusing real hard, he will stick his tongue out. Kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aBvm3OzE4B4/TyWocMJQwoI/AAAAAAAACso/3RKT3SftNVo/s1600/IMG_0320.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aBvm3OzE4B4/TyWocMJQwoI/AAAAAAAACso/3RKT3SftNVo/s640/IMG_0320.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bob was supose to be coaching this game. He was filling in for Adam Van Leeuwen. You can tell how worried he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fZrKwBDZVhY/TyWomWkrxsI/AAAAAAAACsw/2dhIdBnmoKI/s1600/IMG_0328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="434" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fZrKwBDZVhY/TyWomWkrxsI/AAAAAAAACsw/2dhIdBnmoKI/s640/IMG_0328.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jake bringing the ball up the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvYzP4Z0wUM/TyWo5Y6J-QI/AAAAAAAACs4/Herxcy5iN3s/s1600/IMG_0355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvYzP4Z0wUM/TyWo5Y6J-QI/AAAAAAAACs4/Herxcy5iN3s/s640/IMG_0355.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Look at these 2 dorks struting. "I'm sexy and I know it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HdfDRRwOiJc/TyWpF6bBmzI/AAAAAAAACtA/_wtppRK5WGc/s1600/IMG_0342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HdfDRRwOiJc/TyWpF6bBmzI/AAAAAAAACtA/_wtppRK5WGc/s640/IMG_0342.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DGpkujBFwso/TyWpX1FiCNI/AAAAAAAACtI/69WvgLAbDz4/s1600/IMG_0369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DGpkujBFwso/TyWpX1FiCNI/AAAAAAAACtI/69WvgLAbDz4/s640/IMG_0369.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Love this picture of Jake. Jake is a very emotional kid. He has extreme up's and downs. But when he's good, he's so good, his smile in infectious, and you cant get enough of the kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K8K4YXGGPos/TyWpmXgd7zI/AAAAAAAACtQ/g1lD5a9GMDk/s1600/IMG_0370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K8K4YXGGPos/TyWpmXgd7zI/AAAAAAAACtQ/g1lD5a9GMDk/s640/IMG_0370.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here he had just made a layup and Zach was coming to celebrate with him. Seeing the kids have fun and smile like this is what it's all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EOC5pQNfRtk/TyWp6tcnriI/AAAAAAAACtY/6lE-6m2bwcs/s1600/IMG_0395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EOC5pQNfRtk/TyWp6tcnriI/AAAAAAAACtY/6lE-6m2bwcs/s640/IMG_0395.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here they are with their treats after the game. It's been a fun year. One more game to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-7849796269616419211?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/7849796269616419211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=7849796269616419211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/7849796269616419211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/7849796269616419211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2012/01/jake-playing-jr-jazz.html' title='Jake playing Jr Jazz'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jSYRXt2L19g/TyWnZrX-GKI/AAAAAAAACsI/dNbjlZUjK6Q/s72-c/IMG_0299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-214990756648983332</id><published>2012-01-28T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T13:14:27.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caden Basketball this Week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KZfQYam5_2c/TyWuy-cE5QI/AAAAAAAACtg/FwgDJx-58O4/s1600/IMG_0109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KZfQYam5_2c/TyWuy-cE5QI/AAAAAAAACtg/FwgDJx-58O4/s640/IMG_0109.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This week in our Wednesday night league we played a team from Olympus. It was a tough game that went to double OT. But we hung on to win. We are now 5-0 with a couple big games coming up. Above is a picture of Caden and Cody getting ready to press the other team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jufbOoytpDM/TyWu-y8lPxI/AAAAAAAACto/C5qlHSSMhHg/s1600/IMG_0064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="410" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jufbOoytpDM/TyWu-y8lPxI/AAAAAAAACto/C5qlHSSMhHg/s640/IMG_0064.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Calling out the inbounds play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YzIwkpp8MDg/TyWvO_Y5FUI/AAAAAAAACtw/r2Kc3Oowyvw/s1600/IMG_0065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YzIwkpp8MDg/TyWvO_Y5FUI/AAAAAAAACtw/r2Kc3Oowyvw/s640/IMG_0065.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V9xnlv8Q5jQ/TyWvhsyZUJI/AAAAAAAACt4/jfuVPc0F_Y0/s1600/IMG_0067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V9xnlv8Q5jQ/TyWvhsyZUJI/AAAAAAAACt4/jfuVPc0F_Y0/s640/IMG_0067.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Caden out on the break after making a steal. I didn't have the camera in sport mode yet. So focus sucks. To bad, would've been a good picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Agke-jACLfI/TyWvsJ67gpI/AAAAAAAACuA/XTmHx_XpVYM/s1600/IMG_0095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Agke-jACLfI/TyWvsJ67gpI/AAAAAAAACuA/XTmHx_XpVYM/s640/IMG_0095.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WTIc8Vg-GH8/TyWv0A2Oc9I/AAAAAAAACuI/MHFqgZIaFG0/s1600/IMG_0099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WTIc8Vg-GH8/TyWv0A2Oc9I/AAAAAAAACuI/MHFqgZIaFG0/s640/IMG_0099.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is my favorite picture above. The kid coming to guard Caden looks like he is just trying to scare the crap out of him. Or about to attack his face, funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5CAM1LS7k90/TyWv9krJz_I/AAAAAAAACuQ/h2trZRv95NI/s1600/IMG_0114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="434" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5CAM1LS7k90/TyWv9krJz_I/AAAAAAAACuQ/h2trZRv95NI/s640/IMG_0114.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Keegan and Caden playing D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l92eXW05sCQ/TyWwHh5nl4I/AAAAAAAACuY/zzsdMh1mZL4/s1600/IMG_0184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l92eXW05sCQ/TyWwHh5nl4I/AAAAAAAACuY/zzsdMh1mZL4/s640/IMG_0184.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Caden also is playing Jr Jazz with some kids who he played football with. They are having a fun time. And they actually have a good little team. They have been doing very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Emu7vVhEgLQ/TyWwX55dwVI/AAAAAAAACug/KrgVLzoN9qs/s1600/IMG_0247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Emu7vVhEgLQ/TyWwX55dwVI/AAAAAAAACug/KrgVLzoN9qs/s640/IMG_0247.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oummv6lKH6k/TyWwpvR90OI/AAAAAAAACuo/ydl0U9EccqY/s1600/IMG_0253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oummv6lKH6k/TyWwpvR90OI/AAAAAAAACuo/ydl0U9EccqY/s640/IMG_0253.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nFVs2x0gxmc/TyWxqEukOjI/AAAAAAAACu4/9oJivks9VMc/s1600/IMG_0233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nFVs2x0gxmc/TyWxqEukOjI/AAAAAAAACu4/9oJivks9VMc/s640/IMG_0233.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is a shot of Caden's #1 fan, Mom loves watching her boy. She really likes watching him play basketball. Way more relaxed. If you saw her during football, it was a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-670rpUpEvJ0/TyWwzNTX99I/AAAAAAAACuw/ZpVVJdQfX1U/s1600/IMG_0256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="464" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-670rpUpEvJ0/TyWwzNTX99I/AAAAAAAACuw/ZpVVJdQfX1U/s640/IMG_0256.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's a good action shot of Caden pushing the ball up the court on a fast break. Again, sorry for the problem with the focus. Caden loves Basketball. I think it is his favorite sport. He can't get enough. After his and Jakes game, he made me take him to the gym to let him practice on the hoops there. It's going to be tough to talk him into playing baseball this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-214990756648983332?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/214990756648983332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=214990756648983332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/214990756648983332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/214990756648983332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2012/01/caden-basketball-this-week.html' title='Caden Basketball this Week.'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KZfQYam5_2c/TyWuy-cE5QI/AAAAAAAACtg/FwgDJx-58O4/s72-c/IMG_0109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-6676983326699640374</id><published>2012-01-26T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T18:20:05.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jalapeno Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2-hAcBbKE64/TyIHHFnCc-I/AAAAAAAACrQ/ccJpKNsL96s/s1600/IMG00488-20111210-1836.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2-hAcBbKE64/TyIHHFnCc-I/AAAAAAAACrQ/ccJpKNsL96s/s640/IMG00488-20111210-1836.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;When we go out to eat the kids love chicken nacho's. A few weeks ago Caden got brave and decided he was going to try a Jalapeno. He loaded up the chip, got his drink ready, and it was game on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aKtXJVXMu_c/TyIHIfqoeAI/AAAAAAAACrY/KuhuydWHXms/s1600/IMG00490-20111210-1838.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aKtXJVXMu_c/TyIHIfqoeAI/AAAAAAAACrY/KuhuydWHXms/s640/IMG00490-20111210-1838.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sucking down the Mountain Dew for relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9xzkllE0wqw/TyIHKQ55EmI/AAAAAAAACrg/V4LFG-QyUgY/s1600/IMG00491-20111210-1855.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="454" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9xzkllE0wqw/TyIHKQ55EmI/AAAAAAAACrg/V4LFG-QyUgY/s640/IMG00491-20111210-1855.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was a success. Caden handled it well. And Jake and Addi were happy for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads us to last week. We again were eating some nacho's when the challenge came up. Caden threw one down and it went well. Addi then even got in on the action. She even ate one. That brought us to Jake. he was the most hesitant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qSLL5gCzQOA/TyIHdJcZqoI/AAAAAAAACro/5DyWTLZywfo/s1600/IMG00598-20120121-1856.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qSLL5gCzQOA/TyIHdJcZqoI/AAAAAAAACro/5DyWTLZywfo/s640/IMG00598-20120121-1856.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;But he loaded up the chip, like a champ, and went for it. Because as Addi said "If your little sister, a girl, can do it, so can you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6xezGV4RXDI/TyIHd9bW9TI/AAAAAAAACrw/t3WUVgDHgoc/s1600/IMG00599-20120121-1858.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6xezGV4RXDI/TyIHd9bW9TI/AAAAAAAACrw/t3WUVgDHgoc/s640/IMG00599-20120121-1858.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Drink give me relief....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ihmpJHs0oEo/TyIHe97aR2I/AAAAAAAACr4/qkA0jmESvFw/s1600/IMG00600-20120121-1858.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ihmpJHs0oEo/TyIHe97aR2I/AAAAAAAACr4/qkA0jmESvFw/s640/IMG00600-20120121-1858.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Please relief come.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n2VtS75sqCc/TyIHguyXUFI/AAAAAAAACsA/T0s0v5_YgGg/s1600/IMG00601-20120121-1900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n2VtS75sqCc/TyIHguyXUFI/AAAAAAAACsA/T0s0v5_YgGg/s640/IMG00601-20120121-1900.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Disaster, Break down, Melt Down. To put it mildly, Jake is not a fan of the Jalapeno Challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-6676983326699640374?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/6676983326699640374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=6676983326699640374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/6676983326699640374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/6676983326699640374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2012/01/jalapeno-challenge.html' title='Jalapeno Challenge'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2-hAcBbKE64/TyIHHFnCc-I/AAAAAAAACrQ/ccJpKNsL96s/s72-c/IMG00488-20111210-1836.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-5603278026329825795</id><published>2012-01-24T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T18:51:57.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zac Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8-1oFm7yDNI/Tx9p6HV42PI/AAAAAAAACqQ/Hc6E2_N7G7M/s1600/IMG_0030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="434" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8-1oFm7yDNI/Tx9p6HV42PI/AAAAAAAACqQ/Hc6E2_N7G7M/s640/IMG_0030.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;On Saturday night we were lucky enough to end up with some "LAST" minute tickets. So we scrambled to find a sitter and headed out. Ambur had been trying to win tickets all week on the radio, so she was so happy to have some luck come our way. We were excited to try out our new camera. Since my old camera was wrecked at the Westerner the week before, it was time for a new camera. We got one that has a pretty wicked soom. Above is a picture from our seats in the suite. We like the new camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wcdBvA7xYec/Tx9qMMceKPI/AAAAAAAACqY/0Tv-DP1dyI4/s1600/IMG_0033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wcdBvA7xYec/Tx9qMMceKPI/AAAAAAAACqY/0Tv-DP1dyI4/s640/IMG_0033.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9TbqgxXx1-s/Tx9qYQNomxI/AAAAAAAACqg/q88wepfmpkA/s1600/IMG_0034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="466" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9TbqgxXx1-s/Tx9qYQNomxI/AAAAAAAACqg/q88wepfmpkA/s640/IMG_0034.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I8v0ogOOjqg/Tx9qqLt_4bI/AAAAAAAACqo/_LqhZUhUP60/s1600/IMG_0035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I8v0ogOOjqg/Tx9qqLt_4bI/AAAAAAAACqo/_LqhZUhUP60/s640/IMG_0035.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here we are trying to figure out which lens to use. As you can see we were a bit off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4RICvip99vg/Tx9q6094wUI/AAAAAAAACqw/Rob0HilV3t4/s1600/IMG_0036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4RICvip99vg/Tx9q6094wUI/AAAAAAAACqw/Rob0HilV3t4/s640/IMG_0036.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here we really loved how the camera picked up Deb's silky smooth skin, and Bob's "I'm so sweet" face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a_rjSJ0MOMk/Tx9rI53Q2eI/AAAAAAAACq4/G3cRRfVEmcM/s1600/IMG_0044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a_rjSJ0MOMk/Tx9rI53Q2eI/AAAAAAAACq4/G3cRRfVEmcM/s640/IMG_0044.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bM5VPYwEgX8/Tx9rYx3e0YI/AAAAAAAACrA/Qo9KBIKPH5g/s1600/IMG_0051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bM5VPYwEgX8/Tx9rYx3e0YI/AAAAAAAACrA/Qo9KBIKPH5g/s640/IMG_0051.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Deb and Bob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fUCn-Xgjzfo/Tx9rg_e3QTI/AAAAAAAACrI/6VXgOOB4-IA/s1600/IMG_0052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="438" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fUCn-Xgjzfo/Tx9rg_e3QTI/AAAAAAAACrI/6VXgOOB4-IA/s640/IMG_0052.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me and Ambur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great concert. We are big fans of the Zac Brown Band. And we are equally big fans of good friends that hook us up with last minute tickets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-5603278026329825795?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/5603278026329825795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=5603278026329825795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/5603278026329825795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/5603278026329825795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2012/01/zac-brown.html' title='Zac Brown'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8-1oFm7yDNI/Tx9p6HV42PI/AAAAAAAACqQ/Hc6E2_N7G7M/s72-c/IMG_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-2335743223606837412</id><published>2012-01-21T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T00:57:21.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boot Scoot-in Boogie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bhSclAJWkK8/TxvLBp3cXBI/AAAAAAAACpo/0fZITOb9uAM/s1600/402563_2770059045373_1074870254_2789541_1809094077_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bhSclAJWkK8/TxvLBp3cXBI/AAAAAAAACpo/0fZITOb9uAM/s640/402563_2770059045373_1074870254_2789541_1809094077_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last weekend our good friends called us and invited us out to the Westerner for some dancing. One of their friends was having a birthday party there, and we got to come be a part of it. Me and Am love us some Westerner. So we were in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_a-0jCcsAGU/TxvLMmNwgCI/AAAAAAAACpw/u7wJR5LwK5g/s1600/DSC02127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_a-0jCcsAGU/TxvLMmNwgCI/AAAAAAAACpw/u7wJR5LwK5g/s640/DSC02127.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cody and Jenn. Every time I see these 2 I always think of the Beyonce song "Let me Upgrade". Not sure why? Good to see Cody so happy. (Yes I thought that out before writing it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kzwF3AxkIjM/TxvLhPg5LLI/AAAAAAAACp4/HC_ENPi9fQY/s1600/DSC02129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kzwF3AxkIjM/TxvLhPg5LLI/AAAAAAAACp4/HC_ENPi9fQY/s640/DSC02129.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was the last picture taken by my beloved Sony Cyber shot camera. Right after this my good buddy Cody went ahead and tried playing basketball with it by bouncing it off the floor. To bad they weren't made to bounce. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3acxqaKk-TY/TxvLkdLfNaI/AAAAAAAACqA/fOcvXaeuMqg/s1600/IMG00577-20120115-0046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3acxqaKk-TY/TxvLkdLfNaI/AAAAAAAACqA/fOcvXaeuMqg/s640/IMG00577-20120115-0046.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;After dancing it was off to &amp;nbsp;our Midnight meal at Village Inn. While at dinner, Cody and Jenn found out about "Nannying". They looked at the pictures on my phone and wanted in. So they dropped right to the floor in the V.I. entrance and got their Nanny on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mhLK4gTARHU/TxvLlc4wfUI/AAAAAAAACqI/73NqqBrySaA/s1600/IMG00578-20120115-0046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mhLK4gTARHU/TxvLlc4wfUI/AAAAAAAACqI/73NqqBrySaA/s640/IMG00578-20120115-0046.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How in the hell a Demon got in on this one is still besides me? And the painted face stranger actually has its hand on Cody's shoulder in the one above. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great night out. Sometimes it is fun to stay out late and act like you are 17 again. Ambur even got picked up on by a dude at the Westerner. Almost 7 months pregnant and she still looks hot enough for some creep to over look that belly sticken out. Love me some rednecks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-2335743223606837412?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/2335743223606837412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=2335743223606837412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/2335743223606837412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/2335743223606837412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2012/01/boot-scoot-in-boogie.html' title='Boot Scoot-in Boogie'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bhSclAJWkK8/TxvLBp3cXBI/AAAAAAAACpo/0fZITOb9uAM/s72-c/402563_2770059045373_1074870254_2789541_1809094077_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-8966857017899582867</id><published>2012-01-15T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T18:42:59.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nanny Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VwAW1V-pcNA/TxOIUtUcA8I/AAAAAAAACo0/sDbSNuU3YJU/s1600/IMG00511-20111217-1135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VwAW1V-pcNA/TxOIUtUcA8I/AAAAAAAACo0/sDbSNuU3YJU/s640/IMG00511-20111217-1135.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nanny has many fans now. A lot of people have asked how Nanny is doing. She is good. I believe the cold weather has prevented her from hitting the floor like she usually does. She has adapted her game for the winter. Above is a picture of her "Nannying" while rolling in the car. We were taking her home, her bag was on her lap, clearly a perfect position for a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one more thing Nanny does that I would love to share. While at our house, she likes to take it upon herself to rearrange anything and everything. Usually she will stick to pots and pans, or even dishes in the kitchen. I will go to get a frying pan and it will be missing. I will ask "where is the frying pan", she will respond,"Honey i moved it to another cupboard, I didn't like it where you had it". This makes life fun. So whenever Nanny heads home, we get to go on scavenger hunts to find what she has relocated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this last week I came home from work and walked into my room to find this sight. Our Bed Comforter spread over our recliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RkKn8ssxP4A/TxOIXc_XPwI/AAAAAAAACo8/ScGT9HsklBU/s1600/IMG00558-20120105-1813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RkKn8ssxP4A/TxOIXc_XPwI/AAAAAAAACo8/ScGT9HsklBU/s640/IMG00558-20120105-1813.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It looked a bit unusual, so I asked Ambur if she had washed the Comforter for our bed and was maybe drying it out??? She said "no". I then asked if the kids had maybe built a fort in the room??? Again she said "No". She said, "Nanny was bored and decided to just do some rearranging and decided to make the recliner instead of the bed. I like the pillows at the top and bottom of recliner. Not sure what she was trying to accomplish. Love me some Nanny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-8966857017899582867?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/8966857017899582867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=8966857017899582867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/8966857017899582867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/8966857017899582867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2012/01/nanny-update.html' title='Nanny Update!'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VwAW1V-pcNA/TxOIUtUcA8I/AAAAAAAACo0/sDbSNuU3YJU/s72-c/IMG00511-20111217-1135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-2114421768948903429</id><published>2012-01-08T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T19:13:38.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tueller Times...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mOMgaQ2Mt-o/TxOP6etZHHI/AAAAAAAACpE/BBIWY5bSbus/s1600/DSC02105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="468" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mOMgaQ2Mt-o/TxOP6etZHHI/AAAAAAAACpE/BBIWY5bSbus/s640/DSC02105.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;A couple weeks ago me and Ambur had tickets to the Jazz game. Bob and Deb had tickets also so we decided to meet up for dinner on the way to the Arena. Iggy's is an easy choice. It was a nice dinner. We had a great time catching up and learning that Bob over pays for Deb's Christmas gifts that she never uses, and that Deb is more interested in being the "Bigger" person in an argument than proving she is right. Oh, and Bob talks really load and forgets to use his restaurant voice while proving his point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_O0Rr6hNvfY/TxOQEpJwVmI/AAAAAAAACpM/g-AW0aeHhdw/s1600/DSC02108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_O0Rr6hNvfY/TxOQEpJwVmI/AAAAAAAACpM/g-AW0aeHhdw/s640/DSC02108.JPG" width="458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ambur and Deb getting their Diet Cokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j7Q5ylxzoTs/TxOQQU5RouI/AAAAAAAACpU/u3fiCmZSwg8/s1600/DSC02110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j7Q5ylxzoTs/TxOQQU5RouI/AAAAAAAACpU/u3fiCmZSwg8/s640/DSC02110.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Us infront of Arena. This picture would have never happened if not for my awesome ability to spot real winners who can take a sweet picture. I can spot a picture taker from anywhere. We weren't smiling cause we were having fun, we were laughing at the dude taking the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9SNRL1nPre0/TxOQeNHRBcI/AAAAAAAACpc/RomMnLsscIM/s1600/DSC02123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9SNRL1nPre0/TxOQeNHRBcI/AAAAAAAACpc/RomMnLsscIM/s640/DSC02123.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then a week later it was Bob's B-Day. So it was out to dinner and back to Iggy's. The repeat trip to Iggy's had more to do with the &amp;nbsp;Saint vs Lions game being on than it did with our craving for the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night we caught up on way more than we should have. The night included to much food, to much dessert, awesome hotel, broken windows, none caring policeman, pissing a Paramedic off, playing "who would you rather" till 4:00 AM, and Breakfast with drug trafficers. Good good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sure are glad to have these 2 as friends. So nice to have friends that you can be so real with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-2114421768948903429?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/2114421768948903429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=2114421768948903429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/2114421768948903429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/2114421768948903429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2012/01/tueller-times.html' title='Tueller Times...'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mOMgaQ2Mt-o/TxOP6etZHHI/AAAAAAAACpE/BBIWY5bSbus/s72-c/DSC02105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-8649571583078755802</id><published>2011-12-31T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T19:15:35.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cUh3DkO5rMY/TwPAa-Rn1PI/AAAAAAAACnk/AbcVf-EYy6o/s1600/DSC02094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cUh3DkO5rMY/TwPAa-Rn1PI/AAAAAAAACnk/AbcVf-EYy6o/s640/DSC02094.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;On New Years Eve we decided to stay home and have a nice night at home with the kids. We called Audrey and she came out. We planned on making some Baby Back Ribs. They were oh so good. Ribs are #1 on our kids list of things to eat. They love them. I grew up always eating Shrimp on New Years Eve. So around 2:00 I got the crazy idea to run to Costco to get my little shrimp. Bad idea. Costco was nuts. But so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CbG3L5rZBhI/TwPAnYMwqaI/AAAAAAAACns/iUi1hqYcHoI/s1600/DSC02093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CbG3L5rZBhI/TwPAnYMwqaI/AAAAAAAACns/iUi1hqYcHoI/s640/DSC02093.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here me and Audrey are with the Ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--bDCKV5XEu4/TwPAyrq2nII/AAAAAAAACn0/nTmTsU4PCxY/s1600/DSC02098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--bDCKV5XEu4/TwPAyrq2nII/AAAAAAAACn0/nTmTsU4PCxY/s640/DSC02098.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rare picture of Ambur. She hates the camera right now. But lucky for Ambur the camera is a friend to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-29FQlBU3BU8/TwPBA4-7UqI/AAAAAAAACn8/iSI1BCHCj24/s1600/DSC02099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-29FQlBU3BU8/TwPBA4-7UqI/AAAAAAAACn8/iSI1BCHCj24/s640/DSC02099.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then the kids found the Christmas stockings and thought it would be funny to run around with them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zXklYAc_Ma0/TwPBN9Vu1dI/AAAAAAAACoE/bgnTKVhrE6Q/s1600/DSC02101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zXklYAc_Ma0/TwPBN9Vu1dI/AAAAAAAACoE/bgnTKVhrE6Q/s640/DSC02101.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_4E4p8-m0Co/TwPBXYdpgJI/AAAAAAAACoM/K-7rRYZspl8/s1600/DSC02102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_4E4p8-m0Co/TwPBXYdpgJI/AAAAAAAACoM/K-7rRYZspl8/s640/DSC02102.JPG" width="456" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CvHdK1_8nJo/TwPBhyIPCoI/AAAAAAAACoU/xW0dSt9LPrU/s1600/DSC02103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CvHdK1_8nJo/TwPBhyIPCoI/AAAAAAAACoU/xW0dSt9LPrU/s640/DSC02103.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then around 11:30 Bob and Luke stopped by for some left over Ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iJeuiUNi-Vc/TwPBsEufKTI/AAAAAAAACoc/40QqRqa46gw/s1600/DSC02104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iJeuiUNi-Vc/TwPBsEufKTI/AAAAAAAACoc/40QqRqa46gw/s640/DSC02104.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And to go out and bang some pots and pans. Happy New Years. Hope 2012 is good to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-8649571583078755802?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/8649571583078755802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=8649571583078755802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/8649571583078755802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/8649571583078755802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-eve.html' title='New Years Eve'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cUh3DkO5rMY/TwPAa-Rn1PI/AAAAAAAACnk/AbcVf-EYy6o/s72-c/DSC02094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-2472720998804639625</id><published>2011-12-30T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T16:19:43.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aSoZX6JMBvI/Tv-c1BbPk2I/AAAAAAAACmY/PypkUKowZGc/s1600/DSC02183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aSoZX6JMBvI/Tv-c1BbPk2I/AAAAAAAACmY/PypkUKowZGc/s640/DSC02183.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Friday was a busy day. It started with the BYU bowl game starting at 10:00 AM. Terrible time. But what do ya do. Nobody was open that early, so we started the day in Bob's basement watching the game with the kids. Above is Luke and Caden all geared up in support of their team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y0TKYu3cz3w/Tv-c4NhC7CI/AAAAAAAACmg/7Xkb5isgVIY/s1600/IMG00542-20111230-1302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y0TKYu3cz3w/Tv-c4NhC7CI/AAAAAAAACmg/7Xkb5isgVIY/s640/IMG00542-20111230-1302.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;At halftime we ditched the kids and headed to Iggy's to watch the 2nd half. I apologize for Mr. Cox appearing to be flipping the bird. He actually has a hand condition where his finger is just always stuck in that position. He can't control it. I also never realized Steve was such a huge Miami Hurricanes fan. Not sure why he is always flashing THEIR "U" in all his pictures???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v_IHYKmM_vQ/Tv-c5PK_izI/AAAAAAAACmo/WLKpyBS99_s/s1600/24957900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v_IHYKmM_vQ/Tv-c5PK_izI/AAAAAAAACmo/WLKpyBS99_s/s640/24957900.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;BYU stunk it up for most the game. But kept it close enough for Riley to lead a sweet final TD drive to win the game. Riley had a huge scramble on 4th down to keep the drive alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uT0u6PTl5YY/Tv-c5xgkMmI/AAAAAAAACms/EAGbt2UxTfw/s1600/28a63ee60e784124a5aed610a82c7382-b8082863742c4e949a5447ad18b955a1-0_t960.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="474" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uT0u6PTl5YY/Tv-c5xgkMmI/AAAAAAAACms/EAGbt2UxTfw/s640/28a63ee60e784124a5aed610a82c7382-b8082863742c4e949a5447ad18b955a1-0_t960.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then Riley threw a great TD pass to Hoffman with :11 seconds left to win the game. Good way to end a season and build some momentum for next year. With Cry Baby Heaps gone and out of the way, 2012 is looking good for the Cougs. Love the All White road Uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SCJamS96sCM/Tv-dEqbvmWI/AAAAAAAACm4/YOATc0nx2U4/s1600/DSC02086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SCJamS96sCM/Tv-dEqbvmWI/AAAAAAAACm4/YOATc0nx2U4/s640/DSC02086.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then at night Me and Caden had his Jr Jazz tickets for the Jazz game. &amp;nbsp;Just me and Caden. No other kids. We met up with Aunt Audrey for dinner on the way downtown. We hit Mo Betta Steaks. Caden loved it. You can see his "Shaved Ice" above. He also loved the Steak. He said he wants to eat there "ALL THE TIME" now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IuXRW43SXjQ/Tv-dOOYnApI/AAAAAAAACnA/dhDOO75A4sg/s1600/DSC02087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="448" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IuXRW43SXjQ/Tv-dOOYnApI/AAAAAAAACnA/dhDOO75A4sg/s640/DSC02087.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/---ntWDXyvYY/Tv-da6uvIYI/AAAAAAAACnI/vO_kmBpW3NQ/s1600/DSC02089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/---ntWDXyvYY/Tv-da6uvIYI/AAAAAAAACnI/vO_kmBpW3NQ/s640/DSC02089.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then to the game. Jr JAzz tickets are always way up top. At halftime we decided we were sick of sitting so high. And with only 2 other kids on his team there, no reason not to head down stairs. So we went and found a few seats that had a nicer view. It was good luck, cause the Jazz came back to win a great game. It was a close game all the way. I had a blast. It is so fun to see Caden growing up and starting to get the game. To hear him say "Millsap didn't box out" or "CJ moves slow on defence" makes me smile. To sit by him and have him high-five me and cheer when a big play happens was fun. My little man is growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P-h8M5dUooM/Tv-db7CaYyI/AAAAAAAACnQ/yRdzmrIMVA4/s1600/114640_Jazz_76ers_Basketball.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P-h8M5dUooM/Tv-db7CaYyI/AAAAAAAACnQ/yRdzmrIMVA4/s640/114640_Jazz_76ers_Basketball.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Jazz broke out some nice new Green home Uniforms that looked good. We have some good young talent, but it's going to be a long year of growing up. But hey, Let's go Jazz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dNan1PN7zww/Tv-djuLEZKI/AAAAAAAACnY/N5YW_DpV7BE/s1600/DSC02091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dNan1PN7zww/Tv-djuLEZKI/AAAAAAAACnY/N5YW_DpV7BE/s640/DSC02091.JPG" width="460" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After the game I told Caden that we were free for the night and could do "Anything" he wanted to do. He responded by saying "Let's go to Las Vegas". I said "That's a little aggressive bud, not sure we can do that" (But in my head I thought "that's my boy"). I said "what would be your 2nd choice" and he said "Dad, ya know what i'm craving, Nacho's"!!! I said, "That we can do". So we hit a dirty little gas station and got some Nacho's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my little man Caden. So thankful for night s like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-2472720998804639625?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/2472720998804639625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=2472720998804639625' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/2472720998804639625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/2472720998804639625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/12/big-friday.html' title='Big Friday!'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aSoZX6JMBvI/Tv-c1BbPk2I/AAAAAAAACmY/PypkUKowZGc/s72-c/DSC02183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-860264279761071796</id><published>2011-12-29T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T19:34:32.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drjvqKljweM/Tv0pKiVJpzI/AAAAAAAACk8/zRlBkx2-j54/s1600/DSC02015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drjvqKljweM/Tv0pKiVJpzI/AAAAAAAACk8/zRlBkx2-j54/s640/DSC02015.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Above is Caden with his cousin Kai. Caden has been playing in Jr Jazz for a couple years now, but this year he was invited to play on an AAU team, so we gave it a try. The team he is on is the "Dawgs". &amp;nbsp;He still played Jr Jazz also this year, which we thought might be a bit much, but Caden absolutely loves basketball. I think this may be his sport. Unlike Baseball where he couldn't wait to get home to put his bat away, and do something else, he will play basketball all day long. We have played in a few tournaments now, and here are a few pictures from our season so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c2TybaVioCI/Tv0pXGzygTI/AAAAAAAAClE/imV2h0NkddU/s1600/DSC02067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="430" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c2TybaVioCI/Tv0pXGzygTI/AAAAAAAAClE/imV2h0NkddU/s640/DSC02067.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here Caden is (#1) and Cody Nixon playing defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3O47jntxb60/Tv0pgPN89NI/AAAAAAAAClM/X550gLX8cmM/s1600/DSC02069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="474" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3O47jntxb60/Tv0pgPN89NI/AAAAAAAAClM/X550gLX8cmM/s640/DSC02069.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This past Monday we played a team "The Marshalls"that had never lost a game in 2 years. They were loaded with good kids, we were able to hang in there with them. We ended up loosing by 5, but the kids gained a ton of confidence from the game. They had the tallest and shortest kids we had seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_9mHuw1XWiM/Tv0pnQ8DT_I/AAAAAAAAClU/ea7Dc_iTwxg/s1600/DSC02071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_9mHuw1XWiM/Tv0pnQ8DT_I/AAAAAAAAClU/ea7Dc_iTwxg/s640/DSC02071.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E1HHGVXrGs0/Tv0pxDzEzUI/AAAAAAAAClc/jEEM6w6-TrM/s1600/DSC02074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="442" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E1HHGVXrGs0/Tv0pxDzEzUI/AAAAAAAAClc/jEEM6w6-TrM/s640/DSC02074.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;#22 on there team was a good 8 inches taller than any of our kids. It's amazing how fast some of these kids grow. And don't grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h3Bdp3uD804/Tv0p5V4_6EI/AAAAAAAAClk/Tuvb62jdG8A/s1600/DSC02076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="462" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h3Bdp3uD804/Tv0p5V4_6EI/AAAAAAAAClk/Tuvb62jdG8A/s640/DSC02076.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Caden getting a breather during a free throw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3KEsc5QOlUs/Tv0qELF-eQI/AAAAAAAACls/Kz-GinRpW9E/s1600/DSC02077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3KEsc5QOlUs/Tv0qELF-eQI/AAAAAAAACls/Kz-GinRpW9E/s640/DSC02077.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cody shooting a free throw.Our kids got so sick of getting lane violations during their free throws by crossing the line as they put their shot up, they have just scooted back half way to the 3 point line. Funny to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bk5sasatA9w/Tv0qMQxeJKI/AAAAAAAACl0/_ZfrU0J5IcA/s1600/DSC02162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="410" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bk5sasatA9w/Tv0qMQxeJKI/AAAAAAAACl0/_ZfrU0J5IcA/s640/DSC02162.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Caden bring the ball up the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MA8iS9sr03Q/Tv0qY2EQ0mI/AAAAAAAACl8/BJPkPNIZf1Q/s1600/DSC02163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MA8iS9sr03Q/Tv0qY2EQ0mI/AAAAAAAACl8/BJPkPNIZf1Q/s640/DSC02163.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Caden shooting his free throw, from 2 feet behind the line again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpYBAvTUYyI/Tv0qhkpAdII/AAAAAAAACmE/6nyrwaAFEpM/s1600/DSC02164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="434" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpYBAvTUYyI/Tv0qhkpAdII/AAAAAAAACmE/6nyrwaAFEpM/s640/DSC02164.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The kids getting a pep talk after the last game. It was a fun tournament.We played games on Monday, Tues and Wednesday. Boys played well and had a ton of fun. Now we get into our Wednesday night games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_56GOU-EFc/Tv0qvaxNYKI/AAAAAAAACmM/n1a-udSbnrA/s1600/DSC02167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_56GOU-EFc/Tv0qvaxNYKI/AAAAAAAACmM/n1a-udSbnrA/s640/DSC02167.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here are our 2 craziest fans. These 2 are nut jobs. They just love to sit around at practice till the end so they can play speed with the older boys and run sprints with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-860264279761071796?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/860264279761071796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=860264279761071796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/860264279761071796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/860264279761071796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/12/basketball-season.html' title='Basketball Season'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drjvqKljweM/Tv0pKiVJpzI/AAAAAAAACk8/zRlBkx2-j54/s72-c/DSC02015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-7935314505461013523</id><published>2011-12-26T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T13:42:45.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFPcwZ0o4VE/TvjlGKGnlNI/AAAAAAAACjg/JQbZEwmEJaI/s1600/DSC02047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFPcwZ0o4VE/TvjlGKGnlNI/AAAAAAAACjg/JQbZEwmEJaI/s640/DSC02047.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The kids woke up at a normal time. About 7:30 or so. And then the madness began. The big get was the Xbox 360. The boys are loving it. Caden and Jake also got a pair of basketball shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ty1ZIJIKD80/TvjlTg8VRqI/AAAAAAAACjo/sprAdktXL4E/s1600/DSC02045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ty1ZIJIKD80/TvjlTg8VRqI/AAAAAAAACjo/sprAdktXL4E/s640/DSC02045.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Addi got a boat load of "Girl" stuff. Barbie dolls, Barbie makeup kit and all sorts of messy girl stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1q8F5cWypvo/TvjlZ5Pn4HI/AAAAAAAACjw/0M8z92q9jdE/s1600/DSC02049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1q8F5cWypvo/TvjlZ5Pn4HI/AAAAAAAACjw/0M8z92q9jdE/s640/DSC02049.JPG" width="488" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Above is Jake and Savanna (Steve &amp;amp; Teresa's daughter). After we wrapped things up at our house we headed to my mom's, Grandma Mary's to eat and open more presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HRHj3S8aegQ/TvjliXX6jnI/AAAAAAAACj4/pLjgSWTlLfY/s1600/DSC02051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="486" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HRHj3S8aegQ/TvjliXX6jnI/AAAAAAAACj4/pLjgSWTlLfY/s640/DSC02051.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Raquel (Bec &amp;amp; Landon's) and Caden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IeSJhOfJUf4/TvjltOhDfUI/AAAAAAAACkA/u6j0YQAbjR0/s1600/DSC02052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IeSJhOfJUf4/TvjltOhDfUI/AAAAAAAACkA/u6j0YQAbjR0/s640/DSC02052.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Caden and Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kDutXhwQ53E/TvjlztTDDeI/AAAAAAAACkI/2c1Tc8Tl4T4/s1600/DSC02054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kDutXhwQ53E/TvjlztTDDeI/AAAAAAAACkI/2c1Tc8Tl4T4/s640/DSC02054.JPG" width="462" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jake and Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFPa4tdGD64/Tvjl6IaL6uI/AAAAAAAACkQ/bKksPwC_HVI/s1600/DSC02058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="450" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFPa4tdGD64/Tvjl6IaL6uI/AAAAAAAACkQ/bKksPwC_HVI/s640/DSC02058.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kKSeLEJumDo/TvjmBUlc_zI/AAAAAAAACkY/1NlgDzp9Yaw/s1600/DSC02060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="436" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kKSeLEJumDo/TvjmBUlc_zI/AAAAAAAACkY/1NlgDzp9Yaw/s640/DSC02060.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then it was off to Grandma Patty's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-94FW1KtnTK4/TvjmHmkyNiI/AAAAAAAACkg/NlUcUqzwdec/s1600/DSC02062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="436" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-94FW1KtnTK4/TvjmHmkyNiI/AAAAAAAACkg/NlUcUqzwdec/s640/DSC02062.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ambur and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-izSiRa1eZ6E/TvjmPIbJPEI/AAAAAAAACko/iO2AdBRDpsU/s1600/DSC02063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-izSiRa1eZ6E/TvjmPIbJPEI/AAAAAAAACko/iO2AdBRDpsU/s640/DSC02063.JPG" width="464" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandpa Bill and Addi. Addi spent the afternoon teaching Bill how to "pop' his hip and whip his hair to perform the perfect shake. You can see her Barbie microphone in the picture that she got. It hooks up to the iPod and you can sing along to music. She loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HWogf2NYEII/TvjmV_vlorI/AAAAAAAACkw/_-C6uPYFezE/s1600/DSC02065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HWogf2NYEII/TvjmV_vlorI/AAAAAAAACkw/_-C6uPYFezE/s640/DSC02065.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think this picture of Bill captures how we all probably felt by the end of the day. As fun as Christmas is, by the end of the day your just spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great Christmas. Thanks to all who we shared the day with. Hope you all had a Merry Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-7935314505461013523?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/7935314505461013523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=7935314505461013523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/7935314505461013523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/7935314505461013523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-day-2011.html' title='Christmas Day 2011'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFPcwZ0o4VE/TvjlGKGnlNI/AAAAAAAACjg/JQbZEwmEJaI/s72-c/DSC02047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-683113495570632227</id><published>2011-12-24T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T12:48:43.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vq6qQpYfxZs/Tvjal7ABgmI/AAAAAAAACjE/cRq2dMVFl8s/s1600/DSC02038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vq6qQpYfxZs/Tvjal7ABgmI/AAAAAAAACjE/cRq2dMVFl8s/s640/DSC02038.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Christmas Eve was a nice day. The NFL moved all there games to Saturday, so we were able to sit and watch all the games without dealing with the guilt of being late to or skipping Church. Nice move NFL, felt like an early Christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then off to the Annual Dimmitt (Ambur's side) Christmas party. I forgot to take the camera in. So no pictures of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed over to my Dad's house and had a nice visit with him and his Wife Marilyn. Above is a picture of Ambur with her boy Caden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6qHvN-yLd3w/TvjayMFo0hI/AAAAAAAACjM/2NkdR4Xaqyo/s1600/DSC02033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6qHvN-yLd3w/TvjayMFo0hI/AAAAAAAACjM/2NkdR4Xaqyo/s640/DSC02033.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Above: The kids with my Dad and Marilyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0wlkwhq45kA/Tvja4o_5QHI/AAAAAAAACjU/eDu5OPWhMaI/s1600/DSC02039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0wlkwhq45kA/Tvja4o_5QHI/AAAAAAAACjU/eDu5OPWhMaI/s640/DSC02039.JPG" width="488" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is a picture of me and my Dad. We really did have a fun visit, and the kids had some time to hang out with my Dad and see his funny side. Addi was loving playing with him while watching him slap himself. So thanks for the nice night Dad and Marilyn. Nice of you guys to sit and listen to the kids stories while they drank all your soda pop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-683113495570632227?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/683113495570632227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=683113495570632227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/683113495570632227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/683113495570632227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vq6qQpYfxZs/Tvjal7ABgmI/AAAAAAAACjE/cRq2dMVFl8s/s72-c/DSC02038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-4178542969845121336</id><published>2011-12-23T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T12:34:03.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-School Performance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1xzx-P7egpY/TvjZby1rWeI/AAAAAAAACi4/heWzK57rIxU/s1600/DSC02031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1xzx-P7egpY/TvjZby1rWeI/AAAAAAAACi4/heWzK57rIxU/s640/DSC02031.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Addi had her pre-school performance. This went much better than the last performance. This is the happy girl we know. The night was fun for the kids. The "Real" Santa came. This Santa knew everything about the kids. Fun night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-4178542969845121336?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/4178542969845121336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=4178542969845121336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/4178542969845121336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/4178542969845121336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/12/pre-school-performance.html' title='Pre-School Performance.'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1xzx-P7egpY/TvjZby1rWeI/AAAAAAAACi4/heWzK57rIxU/s72-c/DSC02031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-993651721266829396</id><published>2011-12-18T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T14:45:59.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya had a bad day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1Nrj4NG33A/Tu7FSrRBibI/AAAAAAAACis/yOStEyk3V4g/s1600/DSC02138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="412" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1Nrj4NG33A/Tu7FSrRBibI/AAAAAAAACis/yOStEyk3V4g/s640/DSC02138.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They say that a picture is worth a thousand words. Well this one may be worth two thousand. Addi has been loving dance this year. She has been doing very well, and to say she was excited for her recital would be a massive understatement. But on this night a few things went wrong and it was melt down city. She wouldn't go out and dance with her class, but she came and sat on my lap and we enjoyed watching a hand full of her friends dance. I told she is still my favorite dancer and she will have plenty of other nights to dance. It will be fun to have this picture to look back on when Addi gets older.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-993651721266829396?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/993651721266829396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=993651721266829396' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/993651721266829396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/993651721266829396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/12/ya-had-bad-day.html' title='Ya had a bad day!'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1Nrj4NG33A/Tu7FSrRBibI/AAAAAAAACis/yOStEyk3V4g/s72-c/DSC02138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-4249870535714478591</id><published>2011-11-25T15:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T16:20:33.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nannying!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OrXMrQMGkII/TtAqXBXlf1I/AAAAAAAACh0/3R9zMJZoB30/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="479" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OrXMrQMGkII/TtAqXBXlf1I/AAAAAAAACh0/3R9zMJZoB30/s640/images.jpeg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So you have all probably heard of "Planking". There is a picture above to help you if you havent. Planking is where a person lays flat (like a board) on a random object. This has taken off and there are pictures all over with people planking. But I give you a new national craze. It's called "Nannying".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rylq-kto9lk/TtAqakRBhRI/AAAAAAAACh8/vY8lZ1fxx7A/s1600/IMG00263-20110820-1901.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rylq-kto9lk/TtAqakRBhRI/AAAAAAAACh8/vY8lZ1fxx7A/s640/IMG00263-20110820-1901.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;First I will introduce the founder and creator of Nannying. This is Ambur's Grandma. Nanny. She is a great lady. Loves Mountain Dew. Big supporter of Riverton youth sports and her Great grand kids. If you have ever been to one of our kids games, she is the one screaming at the top of her lungs "go Meyers" or "Go Caden" or "go Jake". You may also find her driving 15 miles per hour on the back streets of Salt Lake in an effort to avoid the crazy streets. You may have even seen her at Walmart walking the store taking 3 hours to fill a prescription and buy a loaf of bread. She dislikes "Bangers", germs, disrespectful kids and sometimes Me. She likes to bust my chops anytime she can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago I came home from work to find this scene below. Ambur and the kids were gone, and I walked into find Nanny laying on my kitchen floor. Out like a light. Laying on the Vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3DMEpxjC6g/TtAqdFVHF7I/AAAAAAAACiE/qMUBUsOdjVw/s1600/IMG00081-20110506-1753.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3DMEpxjC6g/TtAqdFVHF7I/AAAAAAAACiE/qMUBUsOdjVw/s640/IMG00081-20110506-1753.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My first thought was "oh crap". I slowly walked over to her and shook her shoulder and said "Nanny, you ok" (in as hopeful tone as I have ever had), and she thankfully responded "Honey I'm fine, I was cleaning and just got tired, so I layed down to rest." I helped her up and moved on with my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7BdICcc-irc/TtAqez_VyaI/AAAAAAAACiI/0qZnuWCjJyo/s1600/IMG00122-20110531-1716.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7BdICcc-irc/TtAqez_VyaI/AAAAAAAACiI/0qZnuWCjJyo/s640/IMG00122-20110531-1716.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then a few weeks later I walked in to find her by the back door. I again was hopeful she was ok. And she was. I realized this was just how Nanny rolled, and "Nannying" was born. If you are ever tired, or just need a breath of fresh air, drop to the fetal position, and fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7f6wRlY7NY4/TtAqhPPkQvI/AAAAAAAACiU/xmLWlvtNkjs/s1600/IMG00150-20110617-0833.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7f6wRlY7NY4/TtAqhPPkQvI/AAAAAAAACiU/xmLWlvtNkjs/s640/IMG00150-20110617-0833.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This one has been labeled "The Lazy Dog" . Nanny slept over at our house back in the summer and felt I had the AC on to high. So I woke up to find her sleeping on the back patio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vqcCNKpU57A/TtAqi6PGH1I/AAAAAAAACic/qy8NZ2B-FkQ/s1600/IMG00261-20110820-1759.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vqcCNKpU57A/TtAqi6PGH1I/AAAAAAAACic/qy8NZ2B-FkQ/s640/IMG00261-20110820-1759.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then while up at a family party she stuck again. "Nannying " can happen anywhere at anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pGFqiRu4gNk/TtAqnZ0piXI/AAAAAAAACik/laN6c6Z_KuA/s1600/IMG00350-20111001-1344.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pGFqiRu4gNk/TtAqnZ0piXI/AAAAAAAACik/laN6c6Z_KuA/s640/IMG00350-20111001-1344.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then while attending one of Caden's football game she struck again. This time behind the lawn chairs on the sideline. Many parents and children walked by wondering if she was ok. I simply explained she was "Nannying".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on this Thanksgiving weekend I would like to express to Nanny how I am grateful for her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-4249870535714478591?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/4249870535714478591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=4249870535714478591' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/4249870535714478591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/4249870535714478591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/11/nannying.html' title='Nannying!'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OrXMrQMGkII/TtAqXBXlf1I/AAAAAAAACh0/3R9zMJZoB30/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-57544015850334884</id><published>2011-11-21T21:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T21:32:36.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYU Final Home Game.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9TXRbiE4xRY/Tsssi1JpgJI/AAAAAAAACgE/iDhK9VuKmGQ/s1600/DSC01973.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9TXRbiE4xRY/Tsssi1JpgJI/AAAAAAAACgE/iDhK9VuKmGQ/s640/DSC01973.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Saturday was the final home game for BYU this year. We knew the game would be a bit of a snoozer again, so we planned a big Feast. We have tailgated at 5 of the 7 home games this year. We figured we would go out with a bang. So good good eats on this day. Above are the 2 Master Cook's of the day. Steve did his ribs up for us again. And Kurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYT5OKB4-7g/TsssyHl3I4I/AAAAAAAACgM/-cXIAJy2SIY/s1600/DSC01976.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYT5OKB4-7g/TsssyHl3I4I/AAAAAAAACgM/-cXIAJy2SIY/s640/DSC01976.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here the Ribs are all rubbed down and ready to go in the smoker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pxNcE4TWmnk/Tsss9Ek483I/AAAAAAAACgU/3bcVDfk12Sc/s1600/DSC01977.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pxNcE4TWmnk/Tsss9Ek483I/AAAAAAAACgU/3bcVDfk12Sc/s640/DSC01977.JPG" width="458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then Kurt decided to treat us to a deep fried Turkey. Why not right, with it being Thanksgiving this week and all. Here the Turkey is ready to be put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1XwWUnhG82A/TsstEkOqGuI/AAAAAAAACgc/ZhSlJfb-Vkg/s1600/DSC01979.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1XwWUnhG82A/TsstEkOqGuI/AAAAAAAACgc/ZhSlJfb-Vkg/s640/DSC01979.JPG" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jake + Smores = Happy Kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H7KOZm_faUc/TsstL8HOtwI/AAAAAAAACgk/Tsu7mHegxXw/s1600/DSC01980.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H7KOZm_faUc/TsstL8HOtwI/AAAAAAAACgk/Tsu7mHegxXw/s640/DSC01980.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here Kurt is having just pulled the Bird out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lS7pBw3skDE/TsstXSX_UoI/AAAAAAAACgs/JDZxnx08ixc/s1600/DSC01982.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lS7pBw3skDE/TsstXSX_UoI/AAAAAAAACgs/JDZxnx08ixc/s640/DSC01982.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;As the Bird was cut everyone circled like Vultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uzqb1RV0JO8/TsstkQAH0SI/AAAAAAAACg0/67chkhA7lyU/s1600/DSC01987.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uzqb1RV0JO8/TsstkQAH0SI/AAAAAAAACg0/67chkhA7lyU/s640/DSC01987.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me with my Turkey leg. If you've never had a Fried Turkey before, you need to try one. Ohh so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vn3K5wHsVf0/TsstwNKep0I/AAAAAAAACg8/UGS0AaniVBM/s1600/DSC01988.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vn3K5wHsVf0/TsstwNKep0I/AAAAAAAACg8/UGS0AaniVBM/s640/DSC01988.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Not to let us out do him. Our Tailgating neighbor Allen had to cook 2 Little Piggy's on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-69OaRmkBk1s/Tsst6XViNPI/AAAAAAAAChE/j1cIUsBGTzM/s1600/DSC01990.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="440" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-69OaRmkBk1s/Tsst6XViNPI/AAAAAAAAChE/j1cIUsBGTzM/s640/DSC01990.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ambur came down a few hours before the game with the kids to hang out. The kids love this stuff. I am lucky to have a wife who also loves this stuff. She not only lets me go, but comes and hangs out to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6UzyomOCcXQ/TssuGQ97m_I/AAAAAAAAChM/CdN4Eg86B7k/s1600/DSC01991.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6UzyomOCcXQ/TssuGQ97m_I/AAAAAAAAChM/CdN4Eg86B7k/s640/DSC01991.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is Steve with the Ribs getting their final touch up before getting slammed. The Ribs were a hit as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9OXtrSsA84/TssuOLM0h_I/AAAAAAAAChU/d0qQHwW_DVU/s1600/DSC01994.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9OXtrSsA84/TssuOLM0h_I/AAAAAAAAChU/d0qQHwW_DVU/s640/DSC01994.JPG" width="546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Caden and Cody. Plan was for my kids to go home. Game was @ 8:15 PM kickoff. But Will Nixon had a bunch of extra tickets so my plans were thrown out the window. Jake sat with Carter and Will while Cody sat by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lz9qc5DB3Z0/TssuYrIrZ1I/AAAAAAAAChc/w8dXFtdCOcM/s1600/DSC01995.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lz9qc5DB3Z0/TssuYrIrZ1I/AAAAAAAAChc/w8dXFtdCOcM/s640/DSC01995.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The proud owners of a "Cougar Tail". This is a BYU football game must. A 2' Maple Bar. All these kids needed was more sugar at 11:00 PM at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4UwhSA_GLiY/Tssuj_C_ywI/AAAAAAAAChk/BQCEqITxc2g/s1600/DSC01996.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4UwhSA_GLiY/Tssuj_C_ywI/AAAAAAAAChk/BQCEqITxc2g/s640/DSC01996.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Steve snuck in a 2 Liter of Coke and was so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sRkV1chAvFs/Tssus5MnmhI/AAAAAAAAChs/6Hk4LVB1UNM/s1600/DSC01997.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="486" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sRkV1chAvFs/Tssus5MnmhI/AAAAAAAAChs/6Hk4LVB1UNM/s640/DSC01997.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is the Tailgate crew. Allen Fua, Will Nixon, Me, Alani Fua (on team) Shane Denny (not on team) and Kurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really had a blast this year. We Tailgated more than ever before. We met some new awesome people, had a ton of people stop by and hang out, fed a bunch of mouths, watched a boat load of football, and just had a great time. BYU did actually win tonight. Which was good to see. But we are lucky to have good College football teams here locally. It is fun to get out and enjoy Football the way it is suppose to be enjoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-57544015850334884?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/57544015850334884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=57544015850334884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/57544015850334884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/57544015850334884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/11/byu-final-home-game.html' title='BYU Final Home Game.'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9TXRbiE4xRY/Tsssi1JpgJI/AAAAAAAACgE/iDhK9VuKmGQ/s72-c/DSC01973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-9014510181341723369</id><published>2011-11-20T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T21:43:13.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big and Rich - "Fake I.D." ft. Gretchen Wilson</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KZA_yZ75kkQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Ambur isn't to big on the last post. I don't have much to say right now. A few weeks ago we went and saw the movie "Footloose". It was good. Here is a video of a song in the movie. Me and Ambur love us some country dancing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-9014510181341723369?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/9014510181341723369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=9014510181341723369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/9014510181341723369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/9014510181341723369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/11/big-and-rich-fake-id-ft-gretchen-wilson.html' title='Big and Rich - &quot;Fake I.D.&quot; ft. Gretchen Wilson'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KZA_yZ75kkQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-4333830485936721011</id><published>2011-11-17T21:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T21:56:40.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They're Back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DAw2BdjDT2c/TsXyJ0jWVyI/AAAAAAAACf8/Tx5bSxIuNBg/s1600/beavis_and_butthead_mtv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DAw2BdjDT2c/TsXyJ0jWVyI/AAAAAAAACf8/Tx5bSxIuNBg/s640/beavis_and_butthead_mtv.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hahaha hahaha! That's right folks. Just when the depression of winter was setting in and I thought I would be bored all winter, I find this. Beavis and Butt-Head are Back and better than ever. They have all new shows back on MTV. Thursday night at 7:30 and 8:00. I made Ambur watch an episode with me and she laughed her butt off. So so classic, and brings back so many memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-4333830485936721011?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/4333830485936721011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=4333830485936721011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/4333830485936721011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/4333830485936721011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/11/theyre-back.html' title='They&apos;re Back!!!'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DAw2BdjDT2c/TsXyJ0jWVyI/AAAAAAAACf8/Tx5bSxIuNBg/s72-c/beavis_and_butthead_mtv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-1087065166880891590</id><published>2011-11-15T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T22:01:06.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Steve-O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CI5wzvwElm0/TsSaGHnntjI/AAAAAAAACfc/ow2zhgvd55s/s1600/Rick+Kid+Pix+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CI5wzvwElm0/TsSaGHnntjI/AAAAAAAACfc/ow2zhgvd55s/s640/Rick+Kid+Pix+009.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me and my Little Bro back in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EQ5y9DfhDQs/TsSaHwznURI/AAAAAAAACfk/ryH0VmFB2iY/s1600/Rick+Kid+Pix+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="494" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EQ5y9DfhDQs/TsSaHwznURI/AAAAAAAACfk/ryH0VmFB2iY/s640/Rick+Kid+Pix+013.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me and Steve at Lake Powell maybe 1981 or so?? My mom would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qeBWthcX9YI/TsSaT7iEgOI/AAAAAAAACfs/RS-SeM-iaUg/s1600/046_46.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qeBWthcX9YI/TsSaT7iEgOI/AAAAAAAACfs/RS-SeM-iaUg/s640/046_46.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me and Steve in Dallas 2005 for Chiefs vs Cowboys game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6d7_EdH-4MQ/TsSadMZcajI/AAAAAAAACf0/F1jZZOvibpU/s1600/DSC01842.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="446" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6d7_EdH-4MQ/TsSadMZcajI/AAAAAAAACf0/F1jZZOvibpU/s640/DSC01842.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tailgating 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 15th 1978 God sent me a little brother. What is a little brother? Every case is different, but in my case a little brother is a shorter, stinkier,weaker, not as funny, less handsome version of well, Myself. I think Steve got the left overs of what I didn't take. HA HA HA. I'm not really that conceded.(Unless you ask my Sister) That was a joke, a bit of a roast if you will. (Feel like I have to be sure to explain shit these days). He did get the Dimples though, I missed out on those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Steve. Your a good dude and I am way proud to call ya my little brother. Friends have come and gone, but the one constant has been this guy. We haven't always been into the same stuff,(aka choice of Hobbies, Habits or College Football teams) but there has always been a bond that will never go away. Glad to have had Steve as a side kick all these years. So what is a little brother? A buddy, a sidekick, a friend, a person who makes you so mad you will fight with and beat on him, but would never allow another person to hurt him, a person who leaves his girlfriends house at 2:00 AM in the morning to come help me fight some dudes at Del Taco, a person who you would talk the cops out of hauling away to jail for doing dry ice bombs while our mom and dad were out of town, or a person to give money to when finding him broke and hotel less while laying by a pool in Vegas, but most of all a little brother is someone who will still bait my hook for me while fishing!!! Thats what a little brother is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-1087065166880891590?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/1087065166880891590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=1087065166880891590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/1087065166880891590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/1087065166880891590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday-steve-o.html' title='Happy Birthday Steve-O'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CI5wzvwElm0/TsSaGHnntjI/AAAAAAAACfc/ow2zhgvd55s/s72-c/Rick+Kid+Pix+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-5421042116827599477</id><published>2011-11-12T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T21:07:12.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYU vs Who Cares</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rEtB55Ycw-w/TsSPpaPEj1I/AAAAAAAACec/n1JxKEqpYqU/s1600/DSC01957.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="440" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rEtB55Ycw-w/TsSPpaPEj1I/AAAAAAAACec/n1JxKEqpYqU/s640/DSC01957.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Saturday was the latest in a long list of BYU games vs _______ (fill in the black, Suck Dog State, Alta High School, SUU) Or whatever team they roll out for us to scrimmage. But yes, being the exceptional fans that we are, we show up and support our team. Our wonderful Independent team. Saturday was no different. We got down early to tailgate again. I think the kids may keep me going on this more than anything right now. My boys love to tailgate. Kurt brought his Fireplace to it was "Smores" time. The kids ate a boat load of roasted marsh-mellows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1-8t3NZLCs8/TsSP1po3GQI/AAAAAAAACek/H9eflv21xIg/s1600/DSC01959.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1-8t3NZLCs8/TsSP1po3GQI/AAAAAAAACek/H9eflv21xIg/s640/DSC01959.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Will Nixon came down early also and his kids are always game for a tailgate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2uefECiZOC4/TsSQBA4jqhI/AAAAAAAACes/sdE2CHkLJNU/s1600/DSC01960.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2uefECiZOC4/TsSQBA4jqhI/AAAAAAAACes/sdE2CHkLJNU/s640/DSC01960.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here the boys are roasting some mellows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-93YZRagsnMU/TsSQMdjj7KI/AAAAAAAACe0/NHGhaE0-WwU/s1600/DSC01963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-93YZRagsnMU/TsSQMdjj7KI/AAAAAAAACe0/NHGhaE0-WwU/s640/DSC01963.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ambur came down to hang for a bit. She then took Jake and Carter Nixon home. The older boys all stayed for game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-htNtveL87-Q/TsSQUvH4izI/AAAAAAAACe8/xs0tSPvSpjI/s1600/DSC01964.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-htNtveL87-Q/TsSQUvH4izI/AAAAAAAACe8/xs0tSPvSpjI/s640/DSC01964.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then Bob showed up late, (as usual) with his boys. Here they are all bundled up for the cold night. Above is Zach, Caden, Luke, Cody and ???? forgot this cats name. Nice kid though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e4wGB93GDHM/TsSQf-LKsiI/AAAAAAAACfE/mmDHxObUfEY/s1600/DSC01966.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e4wGB93GDHM/TsSQf-LKsiI/AAAAAAAACfE/mmDHxObUfEY/s640/DSC01966.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bob ended up with some tickets to the BYU-TV suite. So we sat in the warmth while all the rest sat in the cold. We even got to go up to the broadcast both. It was cool. The game was boring, lame and not suspenseful in any way. We won, Riley got injured, Heaps got to play. Blah blah blah, thank the good Lord we have tailgating. We left the game early to head out to our after party. The grills and TV's were fired back up and the good times began again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2BAq9dPXvaQ/TsSQp8KzgPI/AAAAAAAACfM/YBtxY--w6UM/s1600/DSC01971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2BAq9dPXvaQ/TsSQp8KzgPI/AAAAAAAACfM/YBtxY--w6UM/s640/DSC01971.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;After the games some of the players come up to the tent next to ours. Kyle Van Noy (our kick ass linebacker #3) was there and got this picture with Caden and Luke. Me and Bob were talking about how lucky our boys are. We never got to do stuff like this. We were thinking how cool it would have been to meet the players we grew up watching. Moral of the story, Bob and myself think we are pretty cool dads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a_JJqHB7Mc4/TsSQ2hq2i5I/AAAAAAAACfU/U4g8X5yHHgk/s1600/DSC01972.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a_JJqHB7Mc4/TsSQ2hq2i5I/AAAAAAAACfU/U4g8X5yHHgk/s640/DSC01972.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is the Tailgate Crew just before clean up. Kurt, Shane Denny, Bob, Will and Myself. Dave BUtler came down to but seemed to dodge the pictures. Good times boys. One more home scrimmage to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, Aunt Audrey provided us with a legendary Brisket. It was the toast of the camp. Everyone loved it. Even some of the players ate the left overs and they loved it to. We will be needing another one this weekend. Because as you can clearly see, the action off the field is way better than what's happening on the field.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-5421042116827599477?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/5421042116827599477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=5421042116827599477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/5421042116827599477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/5421042116827599477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/11/byu-vs-who-cares.html' title='BYU vs Who Cares'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rEtB55Ycw-w/TsSPpaPEj1I/AAAAAAAACec/n1JxKEqpYqU/s72-c/DSC01957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-508096574180142685</id><published>2011-11-05T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T23:15:19.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football Wrap Up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EdPz8GfO8n8/TrYcWZqajcI/AAAAAAAACa8/v5-fHFgEkDk/s1600/DSC_9721.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="454" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EdPz8GfO8n8/TrYcWZqajcI/AAAAAAAACa8/v5-fHFgEkDk/s640/DSC_9721.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are a few pictures that got taken during the year that I never posted. Our season came to an end last weekend. We needed to beat Highland to make the playoffs, but lost a close one 20-14. So we are home gearing up for basketball season now. Here are some of my favorite pictures from Caden's first year of Tackle football. Caden was #28 this season. And we were the only team in Riverton who got to Pimp The Purple jersey's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdo2keP74w/TrYciCxkUbI/AAAAAAAACbE/z3EtX_BNxpc/s1600/DSC_9725.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="434" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0bdo2keP74w/TrYciCxkUbI/AAAAAAAACbE/z3EtX_BNxpc/s640/DSC_9725.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JVCoK5lQoC8/TrYcti9NwxI/AAAAAAAACbM/3LThrjUSOlY/s1600/DSC_9491_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JVCoK5lQoC8/TrYcti9NwxI/AAAAAAAACbM/3LThrjUSOlY/s640/DSC_9491_2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-siC4VczgXYw/TrYc2wgqJSI/AAAAAAAACbU/_NAI2GvqDds/s1600/DSC_9641.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-siC4VczgXYw/TrYc2wgqJSI/AAAAAAAACbU/_NAI2GvqDds/s640/DSC_9641.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love this one above. Caden gave everything he had every game. This picture that his Aunt Susan caught shows him laying out to get a tackle and save a touchdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aO3L6J6oJ8c/TrYdFc1zaEI/AAAAAAAACbc/iOb3_e0b9NY/s1600/DSC01885.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aO3L6J6oJ8c/TrYdFc1zaEI/AAAAAAAACbc/iOb3_e0b9NY/s640/DSC01885.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gearing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dSDS-QjYcQ4/TrYdN4Awy1I/AAAAAAAACbk/zkF_92Hu8Xc/s1600/DSC01889.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="452" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dSDS-QjYcQ4/TrYdN4Awy1I/AAAAAAAACbk/zkF_92Hu8Xc/s640/DSC01889.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Game face for Game time. Weston Smith, Mason Spackman, Keigan Hansen and Caden. When Caden got picked on this team he didn't know anybody. There were some great kids who he calls friends now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pc0M7Jig1j0/TrYdSIz4USI/AAAAAAAACb8/5HRZ8Hg7R2M/s1600/VID00532.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pc0M7Jig1j0/TrYdSIz4USI/AAAAAAAACb8/5HRZ8Hg7R2M/s640/VID00532.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This picture is to show the GIANT we played against on one of the Alta teams. This kid was as big as me. Here he is above in the backfield grabbing CAden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vRisZ2SWnQg/TrYdRIODe_I/AAAAAAAACb0/kfZLCgo9jCk/s1600/VID00531.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="387" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vRisZ2SWnQg/TrYdRIODe_I/AAAAAAAACb0/kfZLCgo9jCk/s640/VID00531.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Caden pulling away from Shrek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vn5waY2ndbw/TrYdQF6xAtI/AAAAAAAACbs/eTjtWbPVXEo/s1600/VID00529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vn5waY2ndbw/TrYdQF6xAtI/AAAAAAAACbs/eTjtWbPVXEo/s640/VID00529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Caden running for his life while Shrek chases. Look at the size difference. This big boy didn't let go every time. &amp;nbsp;He stepped on Caden's knee once and left a huge bruise on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NeoREQli3_E/TrYdla07JxI/AAAAAAAACcE/mLhFF0Pgeys/s1600/Football+10+22+2011+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="406" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NeoREQli3_E/TrYdla07JxI/AAAAAAAACcE/mLhFF0Pgeys/s640/Football+10+22+2011+006.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Trying to get outside against Brighton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lK-PCIttI7A/TrYd2uzBA3I/AAAAAAAACcM/B_7ljvoaJJ4/s1600/Football+10+22+2011+098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lK-PCIttI7A/TrYd2uzBA3I/AAAAAAAACcM/B_7ljvoaJJ4/s640/Football+10+22+2011+098.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BE5KqQrtvVQ/TrYeB7h6nHI/AAAAAAAACcU/EXXxf4Ax5fc/s1600/Football+10+22+2011+193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="440" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BE5KqQrtvVQ/TrYeB7h6nHI/AAAAAAAACcU/EXXxf4Ax5fc/s640/Football+10+22+2011+193.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This last picture is my favorite one. Caden's buddy Weston Smith had just made an awesome leaping interception. Caden was the first one over there to celebrate with him as he yells at him and tells him good job. This is what its about. Making friends, playing with emotion, having fun and being pumped up when your team makes plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden was on a team that didn't win a ton of games. But he had fun. His head coach was Coach Korth. He loved Caden. Caden was lucky to play for a coach who believed in him. Caden is a touch small for his age (Didn't weigh enough for some Coaches). But Coach Korth saw through that and gave Caden a chance to show what he could do. Caden gained a ton of confidence this year. thanks to Coach Korth. When you sign your kid up for their first year of tackle football you "hope" for the best. You never know if they will be scared to hit, or scared to tackle, or just a big old wuss! Luckily Caden wasn't, he loves to play. He had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-508096574180142685?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/508096574180142685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=508096574180142685' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/508096574180142685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/508096574180142685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/11/football-wrap-up.html' title='Football Wrap Up.'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EdPz8GfO8n8/TrYcWZqajcI/AAAAAAAACa8/v5-fHFgEkDk/s72-c/DSC_9721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-2822832950877975080</id><published>2011-10-31T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T22:12:13.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f7TwVolX5m0/TrDKzJEUd2I/AAAAAAAACYs/zsS6OtunXpE/s1600/318397_2529206158814_1513263680_32683044_356292519_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="418" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f7TwVolX5m0/TrDKzJEUd2I/AAAAAAAACYs/zsS6OtunXpE/s640/318397_2529206158814_1513263680_32683044_356292519_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Saturday we went to an "Adult" Halloween party at the Butlers. The main part of my costume had to be cropped from the picture above. Good costumes. We had to do a scavenger hunt out in public. We broke up into teams and tore Riverton apart trying to win the hunt. We had to video our deeds to prove they were done. And oh did we video them, and oh were there deeds done. Rumor is there is a Youtube video out there with some exclusive footage. I can prove that people from the "North Pole" buy candy at Maverick. And i would be careful buying any "Pillow Pets" at Walmart. The video is not blog appropriate. Wow you say, yes it is a bit much. Even for this blog. If you want the Youtube link contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cJBv5_ft-P8/TrDK9c6RCKI/AAAAAAAACY0/e1OocyGjzV0/s1600/DSC01950.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="440" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cJBv5_ft-P8/TrDK9c6RCKI/AAAAAAAACY0/e1OocyGjzV0/s640/DSC01950.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are the Ladies. I'm pretty sure everyone had a good time. Big thanks to Dave and Jodi for putting on such a great show. Sorry about your bathroom soap. I may owe ya a new one. Not right what happened to that soap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-usMpa22bvqs/TrDK-iJPhwI/AAAAAAAACY8/rgbsOWtsuHw/s1600/VID00632.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="352" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-usMpa22bvqs/TrDK-iJPhwI/AAAAAAAACY8/rgbsOWtsuHw/s640/VID00632.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then Monday was the big day. Jake was Hulk Hogan. Love that mustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yFomBj62Azk/TrDK_oy3JhI/AAAAAAAACZE/3hYznWO9dOo/s1600/VID00630.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yFomBj62Azk/TrDK_oy3JhI/AAAAAAAACZE/3hYznWO9dOo/s640/VID00630.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Caden was a &amp;nbsp;Dead football player with a ball impelled in his stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ybAcVGpBHQ/TrDLFJrLkmI/AAAAAAAACZM/5ng613DC8DA/s1600/DSC01951.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="438" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ybAcVGpBHQ/TrDLFJrLkmI/AAAAAAAACZM/5ng613DC8DA/s640/DSC01951.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And Addi was Tinker Bell. Cutest dam girl ever! She was sick all day. She did some tricker treating but ended up just riding on the 4-wheeler with me. Love this little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kUHuYZ45W48/TrDLQVKiCRI/AAAAAAAACZU/jH35NGQ6YbA/s1600/DSC01952.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kUHuYZ45W48/TrDLQVKiCRI/AAAAAAAACZU/jH35NGQ6YbA/s640/DSC01952.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I hooked Bob's trailer up to the 4-wheeler and pulled the kids around. We had a blast and at one point had about 15 people on the trailer. The kids loved it though and had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k6lctpZKO2o/TrDLXcnoYkI/AAAAAAAACZc/Mi_r2hjPxn8/s1600/DSC01954.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k6lctpZKO2o/TrDLXcnoYkI/AAAAAAAACZc/Mi_r2hjPxn8/s640/DSC01954.JPG" width="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;By the end of the night, Jake just wanted to sit on the porch again and try to scare kids. He put this mask on and just sat there holding the candy bowl so kids had to come grab candy from him. He sure had a good time, not to sure he scared anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-2822832950877975080?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/2822832950877975080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=2822832950877975080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/2822832950877975080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/2822832950877975080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-2011.html' title='Halloween 2011'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f7TwVolX5m0/TrDKzJEUd2I/AAAAAAAACYs/zsS6OtunXpE/s72-c/318397_2529206158814_1513263680_32683044_356292519_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-142853140211310537</id><published>2011-10-30T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T17:39:11.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance it out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NC7GbK33Bwc/Tq3oXQqKTcI/AAAAAAAACWo/LPwK5os82Zw/s1600/DSC01935.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="470" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NC7GbK33Bwc/Tq3oXQqKTcI/AAAAAAAACWo/LPwK5os82Zw/s640/DSC01935.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me and our 2 boys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NTGy2Z5jd0k/Tq3oimRxeBI/AAAAAAAACWw/tz-JxH9gpC8/s1600/DSC01933.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="482" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NTGy2Z5jd0k/Tq3oimRxeBI/AAAAAAAACWw/tz-JxH9gpC8/s640/DSC01933.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ambur with our 2 girls. &amp;nbsp;(No longer out numbered)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambur has another GIRL in her belly. We went as a family Wednesday night and found out we are having a girl. Addi is so excited to get a little sister. We went out to dinner with the kids to celebrate the news. We can't wait to see this new little girl when she shows up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-142853140211310537?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/142853140211310537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=142853140211310537' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/142853140211310537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/142853140211310537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/10/balace-it-out.html' title='Balance it out!'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NC7GbK33Bwc/Tq3oXQqKTcI/AAAAAAAACWo/LPwK5os82Zw/s72-c/DSC01935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-2902627521105067948</id><published>2011-10-23T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T23:03:38.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is a recap of my birthday weekend. My wife gave me just what I needed. A weekend with her doing the stuff we love doing. Friday night we went out with some of our favorite people. Nick and Kelsey Hansen. We don't see them a ton, but when we do, we have fun. It's hard for them to leave their comfortable confines of Holladay, to hang with us South siders of Riverton. Dinner was fun, Kelsey still &amp;nbsp;owes me a drink, and Ambur &amp;amp; Kelsey owe me for letting them go make-up shopping while me and Nick sat and watched. Can't wait till next time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QOmsSxT0sHw/TqTzqwAxHVI/AAAAAAAACVQ/owxZGB2z1eU/s1600/RICK%2526AMBURDINNER2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QOmsSxT0sHw/TqTzqwAxHVI/AAAAAAAACVQ/owxZGB2z1eU/s640/RICK%2526AMBURDINNER2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gi1mqYiAsd8/TqTz3RCmFPI/AAAAAAAACVY/pYbblvP9o20/s1600/DSC01894.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gi1mqYiAsd8/TqTz3RCmFPI/AAAAAAAACVY/pYbblvP9o20/s640/DSC01894.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EUZRgcuiR44/TqTz67vqGLI/AAAAAAAACVg/ML4rFEh6HeE/s1600/RICK%2526AMBURDINNER3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EUZRgcuiR44/TqTz67vqGLI/AAAAAAAACVg/ML4rFEh6HeE/s640/RICK%2526AMBURDINNER3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Saturday we got up and had breakfast. Did a few things around the house till it was time to go to Caden's football game. We lost a tough one to Brighton 20-7. But Caden told me he was going to score a Touchdown for my birthday. He didn't get in himself, but he threw a 20 yard TD to his TE who made a great catch that was awesome. He got hit late by the D-lineman (defender got a late hit penalty), so he didn't get to see the score cause he was face down in the dirt. But I sure love my little man and how tough he is. He has taken a beating this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ambur had set up with Grandma Patty to take the kids. So we were free. Ambur had also gotten us tickets to Jason Alden.(This women knows the way to my heart) So we grabbed some food and headed to meet Daci and her man Ben. Me and Ambur use to go to concerts all the time. We hadn't been in about 4 years. So this was long over due. We had a blast this night. This concert was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPQjaUKQ5Lg/TqT0ERsp2mI/AAAAAAAACVo/BIAOfj2TeXU/s1600/DSC01903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPQjaUKQ5Lg/TqT0ERsp2mI/AAAAAAAACVo/BIAOfj2TeXU/s640/DSC01903.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here we are at concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHwCM6X34lk/TqT0QmmBu_I/AAAAAAAACVw/9ThZ2iZihGg/s1600/DSC01905.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHwCM6X34lk/TqT0QmmBu_I/AAAAAAAACVw/9ThZ2iZihGg/s640/DSC01905.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Daci and Ben. Nice work Daci. Ben is a good dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CEnGmqkwUXc/TqT0cOaLLCI/AAAAAAAACV4/QRHHeXhau-A/s1600/DSC01911.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CEnGmqkwUXc/TqT0cOaLLCI/AAAAAAAACV4/QRHHeXhau-A/s640/DSC01911.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jason tearing it up! I am for sure getting old though. My ears hurt so f-ing bad after concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mcdu3syP9mk/TqT0nGh2zPI/AAAAAAAACWA/noCrOmeq2jg/s1600/DSC01914.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="448" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mcdu3syP9mk/TqT0nGh2zPI/AAAAAAAACWA/noCrOmeq2jg/s640/DSC01914.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;After the concert there was no rush to get home. The kids were at Grandma's, so we were good. That's why we could go to Village Inn at 1:00 AM in the morning and sit and hang out till past 2:00. We laughed so hard. We had the entire "Meth Head" waitress crew out singing to me. Then me and Ambur sang love songs from the 80's to Daci and Ben to help them fall further in love. It was a straight up party @ V.I. Ambur even decided she now loves her some Village Inn. The food was crazy good and she couldn't contain herself. Ben even picked up the tab for the food. (This dude also knows the way to my heart) It was then back to our "kidless" house for some mommy daddy time. Happy birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we slept in. The kids woke us up at about 9:30 with a phone call all stressed out that we hadn't set their fantasy football teams. So we went to get them. Steve and Teresa then came out to watch football and cook some ribs. Steve brought out his smoker and cooked the family ribs for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S35VxfjiY28/TqT0xsN2w3I/AAAAAAAACWI/kMMlzORuE0M/s1600/DSC01916.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S35VxfjiY28/TqT0xsN2w3I/AAAAAAAACWI/kMMlzORuE0M/s640/DSC01916.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Steve-O in his element. Thanks Steve, the Ribs never disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DUNd3HwAHls/TqT06anbxZI/AAAAAAAACWQ/deZPRBnRsHo/s1600/DSC01917.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DUNd3HwAHls/TqT06anbxZI/AAAAAAAACWQ/deZPRBnRsHo/s640/DSC01917.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The boys love them some Uncle Steve ribs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fepNRWF6LkI/TqT1DkWzsmI/AAAAAAAACWY/Gz8IGzOAjFI/s1600/DSC01918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fepNRWF6LkI/TqT1DkWzsmI/AAAAAAAACWY/Gz8IGzOAjFI/s640/DSC01918.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Savanna and Addi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QVYP-YDBjsg/TqT1L8OTe8I/AAAAAAAACWg/A1iyrhrvz_g/s1600/DSC01922.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="458" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QVYP-YDBjsg/TqT1L8OTe8I/AAAAAAAACWg/A1iyrhrvz_g/s640/DSC01922.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me and my boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome birthday. Thank you to my wife for being the baddest women on the planet and being so much fun. We have a way better time than should ever be allowed. Big thanks to all who took time out to come hang with us over this weekend. And thanks for all the phone calls and text. (Notice my Dolphins shirt) Highlight of the weekend may have been my Dolphins blowing a 15-0 lead with under 3:00 minutes to go to remain winless. At 0-7 we are still on track for Andrew Luck. Thank you Tim Tebow for not letting us choke and win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good. It is all Sunshine and Rainbows up in here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-2902627521105067948?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/2902627521105067948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=2902627521105067948' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/2902627521105067948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/2902627521105067948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/10/birthday-weekend.html' title='Birthday Weekend'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QOmsSxT0sHw/TqTzqwAxHVI/AAAAAAAACVQ/owxZGB2z1eU/s72-c/RICK%2526AMBURDINNER2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-3272537416150287859</id><published>2011-10-20T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T21:06:00.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wife's Unhappy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Pi7gwX7rjOw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I came home tonight to find my bags packed. Ambur feels i've totally lost my mind. So I am looking for a couch to crash on. I'm calling out to any remaining friends out there... I am a pleasant person to have around and am totally down with "The Golden Rule". (*Disclaimer*) this video was on network TV so its blog approved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-3272537416150287859?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/3272537416150287859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=3272537416150287859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/3272537416150287859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/3272537416150287859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/10/wifes-unhappy.html' title='Wife&apos;s Unhappy!!!'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Pi7gwX7rjOw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-7976321413273868061</id><published>2011-10-19T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T07:11:44.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets all get feelin right!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lQlIhraqL7o?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we have all clearly had a tough few days. So turn your speakers up, hit play on this video, grab your significant other, (or if your wife is pregnant and doesn't want to be grabbed, grab yourself,"still counts") and get feelin right. If this song doesn't make you smile , laugh or happy, you are beyond help! Time to loosen up and sex it up! Happy sexy time people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-7976321413273868061?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/7976321413273868061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=7976321413273868061' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/7976321413273868061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/7976321413273868061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/10/lets-all-get-feelin-right.html' title='Lets all get feelin right!!'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lQlIhraqL7o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-2406465541325183902</id><published>2011-10-18T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T20:28:34.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!!! Really????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgBhjCW0vtM/Tp43OcaUOWI/AAAAAAAACU8/IeDEhGURsH8/s1600/1je09b.St.4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgBhjCW0vtM/Tp43OcaUOWI/AAAAAAAACU8/IeDEhGURsH8/s640/1je09b.St.4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Your all welcome!!! I'm kinda pissed that nobody has called me personally to thank me for providing you all with all this entertainment and the best Coaching show down since we saw Harbaugh vs Schwartz. My little post about the Gators gave us Sanchez vs Peck. An epic show down not to be forgotten any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to rename this blog "The Real World". Because shit is gettin real. I swear we are about to crash the Blogger server. "Real" shit is not suppose to surface on blogs. And especially not Neighborhood dirty laundry. This is awesome. This blog became a couch if you will for allowing a few people to get some serious feeling off their chest. Adam and Jackson, come in, sit a while. It's ok. Let's talk. If there is anything left to share. I thank you both for the 3 longest comments ever left on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My thoughts) I have said before, if my blog offends you, STOP READING IT!!!! If you don't get me and my humor, beat it. If you don't like me or my humor, beat it! You clicked on here. I didn't click on you. So if you are easily offend, eject now. Cause i'm going to get real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that my last post had an underlying joke in it. I like to take little digs. I like to see if I dangle a small carrot out there if I can get anyone to nibble on it and get under someone's skin. Obviously mission accomplished. If Flag Football really didn't mean that much, you all would have taken my small joke for what it was. A small joke. We all need to get a little thicker skin. If your feelings got hurt I am sorry you allowed that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conscious is clean on this entire thing. The only reason there is a "Gator" team is because another team had been assembled and a few people were very hurt they were not a part of it. It may not have been a "Super Team", but there were definitely invitations given and not given with great thought behind them. So "Super Team" was a bad choice of words, more like "Select Team". You all know who it was and you all know who's fault it was. So I don't want any of you involved to come at me acting innocent when you know thats not the truth. This led me (and others) to start another team to allow these other kids to feel included. I have never lied to anyone during this process. And if we all want to get together to check stories I am ready and willing. It is time to put this to bed. Let a sleeping dog lie. Cause if we want to keep this going, I will call every single person out BY NAME and share every little story that went on. There have been many lies that I could clear up real fast. I will even call out the sneaky little person who has been playing both sides of this, pretending to be friends to all, fueling the fire,texting each side, all while pretending not to care at all! Like I said, if you offend easy, you should have stopped ready a long ass time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Side note) My wife has nothing to do with this and will be ready to kill me when she reads this. She shares absolutely none of the same views I do on this matter. So I will happily answer any phone calls if you have issues or want to bitch at someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks again to Coach Peck and Coach Sanchez for providing us with the Epic show down on the Comment board. Unlike others, you will at least put a name to your comments. Props to you. And in closing, if you feel angry and want to fight me right now, that is guilt welling up in you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOMP CHOMP!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-2406465541325183902?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/2406465541325183902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=2406465541325183902' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/2406465541325183902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/2406465541325183902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/10/wow-really.html' title='Wow!!! Really????'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgBhjCW0vtM/Tp43OcaUOWI/AAAAAAAACU8/IeDEhGURsH8/s72-c/1je09b.St.4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-3702930274821317105</id><published>2011-10-17T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T12:01:17.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gators!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kq-amgSDcvc/Tpz5S6aGWOI/AAAAAAAACUc/6IySSIXB98E/s1600/DSC02014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kq-amgSDcvc/Tpz5S6aGWOI/AAAAAAAACUc/6IySSIXB98E/s640/DSC02014.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Gator's. Back row: Trace, Rhett, Jordan, Cayden, Garrett, Maxton Front Row: Maddox,Austin, Jake, Drew (Carter missing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rBWoDOz9jww/Tpz5dhhTC6I/AAAAAAAACUk/hdkd4E0pnng/s1600/DSC02012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rBWoDOz9jww/Tpz5dhhTC6I/AAAAAAAACUk/hdkd4E0pnng/s640/DSC02012.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The "Gator Chomp". Many have felt it's bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xRcuH5pYYGw/Tpz5q2SMknI/AAAAAAAACUs/2LxK3NEVA0A/s1600/DSC01994.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xRcuH5pYYGw/Tpz5q2SMknI/AAAAAAAACUs/2LxK3NEVA0A/s640/DSC01994.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Maddox, Jake, Caden and Jordan. Doing the chomp after a big defensive stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3rMdy4m5Xbw/Tpz58LwwH7I/AAAAAAAACU0/Pcg_2NzeA7s/s1600/DSC01997.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3rMdy4m5Xbw/Tpz58LwwH7I/AAAAAAAACU0/Pcg_2NzeA7s/s640/DSC01997.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jake and his good buddy Carter. These 2 crack me up. Out of control when together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our little flag football team this year. We are "The Gators''. That is the team name the boys choose. We are having a blast and kicking butt. Were 6-0 right now with 2 games to go. (Prior comments have since been removed by the "Only Sunshine and Rainbows" blog association of America)One of the lessons we teach the kids is not to get hooked by people who like to tease. The worse thing you can do is give a "reaction" to the "Teaser". Just ignore a "Teaser" and he will go away. Peace and love to you all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake is having a blast playing and I may be having just as much fun coaching. Go Gators! Chomp Chomp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-3702930274821317105?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/3702930274821317105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=3702930274821317105' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/3702930274821317105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/3702930274821317105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/10/gators.html' title='The Gators!!!'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kq-amgSDcvc/Tpz5S6aGWOI/AAAAAAAACUc/6IySSIXB98E/s72-c/DSC02014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-3172518532901343380</id><published>2011-10-08T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T22:25:11.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BYU vs San Jose St</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Another week and another BYU home game. Which means 4 straight weeks at home. We are ready for a road game. But with home games come Tailgating. Which is as big as the games. As soon as Caden's game was over, we flew down south. Kurt got there early and had things set up. The game was a late one. Kickoff wasn't till 8:15 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-83NtAGhfqz8/TpZsty0mB9I/AAAAAAAACTM/rdz6FpGE3Yg/s1600/DSC01866.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="464" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-83NtAGhfqz8/TpZsty0mB9I/AAAAAAAACTM/rdz6FpGE3Yg/s640/DSC01866.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8D07on5J6o4/TpZs5b-PJpI/AAAAAAAACTU/YmdaqDIKzjQ/s1600/DSC01869.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8D07on5J6o4/TpZs5b-PJpI/AAAAAAAACTU/YmdaqDIKzjQ/s640/DSC01869.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had a fire pit to help keep the kids warm. They had more fun cooking there sticks and watching them burn/smoke. Dave Butler came down with his 2 older boys and a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0ms_h16XCc/TpZtCscwSWI/AAAAAAAACTc/Ahg9u2xDk_E/s1600/DSC01870.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0ms_h16XCc/TpZtCscwSWI/AAAAAAAACTc/Ahg9u2xDk_E/s640/DSC01870.JPG" width="451" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jake and his smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wlLz0UKlvrU/TpZtNItXlGI/AAAAAAAACTk/UNG5KQzMgkA/s1600/DSC01872.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wlLz0UKlvrU/TpZtNItXlGI/AAAAAAAACTk/UNG5KQzMgkA/s640/DSC01872.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HFO7-tIB2oU/TpZtXQdVdkI/AAAAAAAACTs/5AInjeDBe8c/s1600/DSC01873.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="470" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HFO7-tIB2oU/TpZtXQdVdkI/AAAAAAAACTs/5AInjeDBe8c/s640/DSC01873.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Another tailgate, another U fan hanging out with us Crazy Cougars. Mr Jeff Cox made a celebrity visit. (Notice huge tent in background)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fr9lNxkJMnc/TpZtsILwGtI/AAAAAAAACT0/MYPxhCUOKDQ/s1600/DSC01876.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fr9lNxkJMnc/TpZtsILwGtI/AAAAAAAACT0/MYPxhCUOKDQ/s640/DSC01876.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me and my little buddies. I've created monsters. They are jacked all week long just to get to come do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q8Ul_FDludY/TpZt3wy49sI/AAAAAAAACT8/Pw4wYFWZMT8/s1600/DSC01878.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q8Ul_FDludY/TpZt3wy49sI/AAAAAAAACT8/Pw4wYFWZMT8/s640/DSC01878.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is Allen Fua. The huge tent I referenced in the picture above is his. His boy is a redshirt freshman and his older boy played at Stanford and is now on the Panthers. He moved up here to watch his boy and tailgate. He has couch's, huge tent, 2 huge tv's, and a disco ball mixed with a DJ. He is the Godfather. We are trying to talk him into buying a house on campus so we can start a phrat!!! We tailgate right next to him and dude is money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bOf3YtXzeo4/TpZuDKAHd0I/AAAAAAAACUE/u0kG14K5o8g/s1600/DSC01880.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bOf3YtXzeo4/TpZuDKAHd0I/AAAAAAAACUE/u0kG14K5o8g/s640/DSC01880.JPG" width="486" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here the boys are with one of their favorite BYU players ever. Harvey Unga. His dad tailgates by us also. Harvey has been to the last 2 games. He is super nice and was nice enough to talk to the boys and get a picture with them. Kids were on cloud 9. Caden still can't stop talking about how he met Harvey Unga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t6glJude00A/TpZuPQWBKXI/AAAAAAAACUM/yCYMVlKpjcY/s1600/DSC01881.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t6glJude00A/TpZuPQWBKXI/AAAAAAAACUM/yCYMVlKpjcY/s640/DSC01881.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then we went into the game and we won. Good game. But the real party was back outside. Allen had the disco ball fired up and the music was playing. Just to put a stamp on how legit this party is, Tom Holmoe (BYU Athletic Directer) drives 2 players up to the party right after the game to high five and meet fans. Here Jake is with the 2 players. Notice Tom Holmoe standing behind them in black hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1P-e7tep1ok/TpZubAFL30I/AAAAAAAACUU/FnHWXqeh7cI/s1600/DSC01883.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1P-e7tep1ok/TpZubAFL30I/AAAAAAAACUU/FnHWXqeh7cI/s640/DSC01883.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We then walked back in by the BYU locker room where the players come out. There was a big crowd, so we were hiding by a wall and Caden saw Riley Nelson (BYU QB) trying to sneak out the back. Caden said hi to him and he was way cool. He signed Caden's ball and got down for a picture with them. Way cool guy. Hope things keep going well for him. Easy to see why the team like's him better than Heaps also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys and myself had a great time. I love getting to hang out with my boys and I love the fact they like this stuff. We were down there till after midnight. As soon as we got in the car they crashed. Big thanks to my Aunt Audrey for cooking up a huge trey of Pulled Pork sandwiches for us to take down. Awesome eats is what tailgating is all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-3172518532901343380?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/3172518532901343380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=3172518532901343380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/3172518532901343380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/3172518532901343380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/10/byu-vs-san-jose-st.html' title='BYU vs San Jose St'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-83NtAGhfqz8/TpZsty0mB9I/AAAAAAAACTM/rdz6FpGE3Yg/s72-c/DSC01866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-7720811126787428257</id><published>2011-10-05T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:31:06.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls still live here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N5kdNhaPhO8/TpJVlxphYKI/AAAAAAAACS8/U_V7OgHcV88/s1600/DSC01858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N5kdNhaPhO8/TpJVlxphYKI/AAAAAAAACS8/U_V7OgHcV88/s640/DSC01858.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I stopped by the house the other day for lunch. I walked into some "play date" thing going on. Addi had a bunch of girls her age over to play and do girl stuff. From the last month of pictures one would think that Me and the boys live by ourselves. But one little girl and my wife do still live here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9zI0JqgSnY/TpJVYlzxsMI/AAAAAAAACS4/VFtfw7XW9Mc/s1600/DSC01863.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9zI0JqgSnY/TpJVYlzxsMI/AAAAAAAACS4/VFtfw7XW9Mc/s640/DSC01863.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L9_sbtu5yFU/TpJVzY1AJZI/AAAAAAAACTA/w9bTTZLaJe4/s1600/DSC01859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L9_sbtu5yFU/TpJVzY1AJZI/AAAAAAAACTA/w9bTTZLaJe4/s640/DSC01859.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tz2iTtpium4/TpJV_7tflsI/AAAAAAAACTE/2_vR8lhzqQ4/s1600/DSC01862.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tz2iTtpium4/TpJV_7tflsI/AAAAAAAACTE/2_vR8lhzqQ4/s640/DSC01862.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wTVGXLQMNr4/TpJWHye5riI/AAAAAAAACTI/0kFglgxLX1o/s1600/DSC01861.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wTVGXLQMNr4/TpJWHye5riI/AAAAAAAACTI/0kFglgxLX1o/s640/DSC01861.JPG" width="448" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Her is a rare photo of Ambur. She has refused to be photographed for about a month now. Since getting pregnant she has felt like crap. The first trimester of her pregnancies are a very dark place. She gets wicked sick and depressed. I know thats hard to comprehend. Everything on blogs are Sunshine and Rainbows . So this may shut the server down. But the last 5-6 weeks around here have been tough. We have just been plugging along trying to stay busy. We have awesome friends and people we live by who have brought meals without being asked. We appreciate it more than you'll ever know. So big thanks. Ambur is doing better and coming out of the funk. Nice to see her force up a smile for this picture though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-7720811126787428257?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/7720811126787428257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=7720811126787428257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/7720811126787428257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/7720811126787428257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/10/girls-still-live-here.html' title='Girls still live here!'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N5kdNhaPhO8/TpJVlxphYKI/AAAAAAAACS8/U_V7OgHcV88/s72-c/DSC01858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-6256490764266027993</id><published>2011-10-01T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:13:55.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riverton vs Bingham (In Tooele)</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;So we had to drive all the way to Tooele just to play another Bingham team. Makes sense when you stop and think about it. But we had a good time and got some quality drive time in. HArd to imagine there wasn't another field closer that we could play on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-prOeRFhFw3w/TpJQlmQ034I/AAAAAAAACS0/qxhkLSNnREI/s1600/VID00390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="353" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-prOeRFhFw3w/TpJQlmQ034I/AAAAAAAACS0/qxhkLSNnREI/s640/VID00390.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is Caden with a few of the kids on his team in warm ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PiU6m71O6-Q/TpJQW_hu6kI/AAAAAAAACSo/FYgB7N5LU-A/s1600/VID00385.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="406" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PiU6m71O6-Q/TpJQW_hu6kI/AAAAAAAACSo/FYgB7N5LU-A/s640/VID00385.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here are a few pictures of him in action. (above he is on the left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_yqsBZsEXzw/TpJQdMtdtXI/AAAAAAAACSs/0yCF4Uoz3v4/s1600/VID00384.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="377" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_yqsBZsEXzw/TpJQdMtdtXI/AAAAAAAACSs/0yCF4Uoz3v4/s640/VID00384.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dn2iJ0L94pA/TpJQiXspH1I/AAAAAAAACSw/TCeA2depMdM/s1600/VID00380.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dn2iJ0L94pA/TpJQiXspH1I/AAAAAAAACSw/TCeA2depMdM/s640/VID00380.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately we lost again. We fought hard. But came up short again. Caden is definitely learning how to be tough and take a hit. This was the first game Ambur actually got up and started yelling after watching Caden get hit enough. Caden dropped back to throw a pass, one kid didn't bother to even attempt to block his guy, and Caden got absolutely crushed!!! She has a new appreciation for lineman. Football is good for these kids to realize it takes a "Team" to win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-6256490764266027993?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/6256490764266027993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=6256490764266027993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/6256490764266027993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/6256490764266027993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/10/riverton-vs-bingham-in-tooele.html' title='Riverton vs Bingham (In Tooele)'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-prOeRFhFw3w/TpJQlmQ034I/AAAAAAAACS0/qxhkLSNnREI/s72-c/VID00390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-2582067871954955630</id><published>2011-09-30T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T21:26:44.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BYU vs Utah State</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQ_ZD58n9_M/Top9kI7PR9I/AAAAAAAACSU/0aUvmXaFDoA/s1600/DSC01836.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="464" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQ_ZD58n9_M/Top9kI7PR9I/AAAAAAAACSU/0aUvmXaFDoA/s640/DSC01836.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Cougar fans) Bob, Luke (In front) Kurt, Me, Will Nixon, Shane Denny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it feels like I post about a BYU game every week, its because I do. We have had 3 straight home games. plus the game at Texas makes 4 straight weeks of games. This week was Utah St. It was another Friday game. But this week we al worked a half day and headed down to tailgate just after lunch. It was a nice day and way mellow. The weather is cooling down just enough to make it the perfect temp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7bLE4ABE_xA/Top9sxYLKEI/AAAAAAAACSY/7SdIz295N2A/s1600/DSC01837.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7bLE4ABE_xA/Top9sxYLKEI/AAAAAAAACSY/7SdIz295N2A/s640/DSC01837.JPG" width="466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Ute fan) This here above is my brother Steve. You may ask, "Steve sure is at a lot of BYU games for being a Ute". And the answer would be yes. Steve is a closet Cougar. And until any of his so called Ute fans start tailgating, we welcome him with open arms. Steve thought he was hunting for some reason, nothing like pants and hunting boots when its 90 degrees bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So the Game was great. Heaps out, Nelson in. BYU wins. The Universe is good. Untill.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mDoJkfU9IH4/Top98a67PPI/AAAAAAAACSc/l0QUEVRTWFE/s1600/DSC01838.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mDoJkfU9IH4/Top98a67PPI/AAAAAAAACSc/l0QUEVRTWFE/s640/DSC01838.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Shit headed BYU fans decide to storm the field. Really BYU? Really? Is this what we've become? Storming the field against a 1-3 team that your suppose to beat. BYU fans, this is why you are so easy to make fun of. This is why you are classified with people who ride in short yellow buses. Please don't ever do this again. And please educate yourself on proper College Football edict . Which includes knowing when and when not to rush a field. This was one of the lowest moments i've had as a Cougar fan. And yes, (inset joke) thats saying a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jUf_fjYRAcc/Top-GRCnzOI/AAAAAAAACSg/Hw13D4LS14E/s1600/DSC01840.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jUf_fjYRAcc/Top-GRCnzOI/AAAAAAAACSg/Hw13D4LS14E/s640/DSC01840.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;After the embarrassment of the field being stormed, it was back to the tailgate area for the "after party". This includes firing back up the TV and BBQ and eating up more good food while watching highlights. We hang till all the traffic dies down then head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZrA8iFD48Q/Top-NAJIXiI/AAAAAAAACSk/eF3aqnZIHO4/s1600/DSC01842.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="446" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZrA8iFD48Q/Top-NAJIXiI/AAAAAAAACSk/eF3aqnZIHO4/s640/DSC01842.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is a shot of me and Steve before wrapping up another great tailgate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: BYU has another home game this week. Yes we will be tailgating again. If any Cougar fans out there want to join, please feel free to contact me or just stop by before or after game. Parking lot on SE corner of Stadium.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-2582067871954955630?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/2582067871954955630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=2582067871954955630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/2582067871954955630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/2582067871954955630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/09/byu-vs-utah-state.html' title='BYU vs Utah State'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQ_ZD58n9_M/Top9kI7PR9I/AAAAAAAACSU/0aUvmXaFDoA/s72-c/DSC01836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-3476933125686904961</id><published>2011-09-30T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T23:52:43.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESPN Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wWjVBUloA2Q/TogIsnAWxxI/AAAAAAAACSQ/MNE2ZlIwszk/s1600/DSC01843.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wWjVBUloA2Q/TogIsnAWxxI/AAAAAAAACSQ/MNE2ZlIwszk/s640/DSC01843.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jake, Zach, Caden and Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you read my post from the BYU vs UCF game from last friday you saw a picture of the boys with their shirt ripped off and trying to get on ESPN. (Under Bob's guidance) Looks like Bob knew what he was doing. Coming out of halftime of the BYU vs Utah State game ESPN played a clip of highlights from Friday night football and look who was mixed in the highlights. Our boys partying. Love it! Haven't talked to Bob's kids yet, but Caden and Jake think they are full on Rock Stars! Screw your rules BYU! Shirts are coming off more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-3476933125686904961?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/3476933125686904961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=3476933125686904961' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/3476933125686904961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/3476933125686904961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/09/espn-baby.html' title='ESPN Baby!'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wWjVBUloA2Q/TogIsnAWxxI/AAAAAAAACSQ/MNE2ZlIwszk/s72-c/DSC01843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-1596314168898942245</id><published>2011-09-24T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T23:43:08.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riverton vs Alta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h1WzXhweRXY/TogGfoPpuwI/AAAAAAAACSM/wRaisotlPUY/s1600/VID00342.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="396" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h1WzXhweRXY/TogGfoPpuwI/AAAAAAAACSM/wRaisotlPUY/s640/VID00342.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We played Alta on the final day of September. Tuff game. We got rolled. To the tune of about 42-7. The one bright moment for us was Caden busting away and scoring a TD. After the game the Alta coach's came up to Caden and told him "good job" and that nobody else had scored a TD on them all year. So it was a nice "pick me up" for Caden after getting beat up all day. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-1596314168898942245?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/1596314168898942245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=1596314168898942245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/1596314168898942245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/1596314168898942245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/09/riverton-vs-alta.html' title='Riverton vs Alta'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h1WzXhweRXY/TogGfoPpuwI/AAAAAAAACSM/wRaisotlPUY/s72-c/VID00342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-422387125286144669</id><published>2011-09-23T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T20:59:20.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BYU vs UCF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tud4nV81oWY/ToPjCFmynaI/AAAAAAAACRU/y6vMWr1BFAc/s1600/316661_10150828159020444_612890443_20978203_1985673084_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="482" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tud4nV81oWY/ToPjCFmynaI/AAAAAAAACRU/y6vMWr1BFAc/s640/316661_10150828159020444_612890443_20978203_1985673084_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;BYU had a game last friday night. I got off work early and was lucky enough to score 2 extra tickets for my boys (Thanks Dave &amp;amp; Jodi) to come with me. Just as I was ready to leave Will Nixon called and he also got tickets for him and his boys. We decide to ride down together and Will offered to drive. I thought fine, but when he pulled up to get us in this yellow beast, I thought twice. First thought was "it is hot as crap and sitting in traffic on freeway is going to blow". But the kids were so jacked about the idea I couldn't say no. So I said goodbye to my comfortable air conditioned car and we were off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhJcMTr8Lqg/ToPjQNvSn5I/AAAAAAAACRY/RzHprMEiTVM/s1600/DSC01799.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhJcMTr8Lqg/ToPjQNvSn5I/AAAAAAAACRY/RzHprMEiTVM/s640/DSC01799.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The boys were yelling at every car we drove by and yelling BYU chants at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y74zRTVgml0/ToPja-zUtRI/AAAAAAAACRc/twk7tAFnLHA/s1600/DSC01801.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y74zRTVgml0/ToPja-zUtRI/AAAAAAAACRc/twk7tAFnLHA/s640/DSC01801.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We got down there early enough to get some burgers and shakes before kickoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oqy9sNPasYo/ToPjmXfOy2I/AAAAAAAACRg/OcKR0BMQGJs/s1600/DSC01802.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oqy9sNPasYo/ToPjmXfOy2I/AAAAAAAACRg/OcKR0BMQGJs/s640/DSC01802.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are Jake and Carter. These 2 are a couple of loose canons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3urTVhqB8HE/ToPj0nAQt5I/AAAAAAAACRk/7grEfsxEg0I/s1600/DSC01807.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3urTVhqB8HE/ToPj0nAQt5I/AAAAAAAACRk/7grEfsxEg0I/s640/DSC01807.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was then into the game. Will and his boys were up in his sisters seats. We were down in ours. Bob also brought his boys down. Here they are getting ready for the game. All the UCF family seats were empty so we moved right down on the front row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mazxAGPo5Y8/ToPkCBKy6JI/AAAAAAAACRo/dZWjFD-jO_k/s1600/DSC01804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mazxAGPo5Y8/ToPkCBKy6JI/AAAAAAAACRo/dZWjFD-jO_k/s640/DSC01804.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bob encouraged the boys to rip their shirts off and cheer in hopes of making it on ESPN. But the BYU usher quickly came over to tell the boys that is against the rules at BYU and they had to put their shirts back on. Really BYU? Retards!!! Nice rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PX6mSeNBE0M/ToPkQrE_3hI/AAAAAAAACRs/-exC2Drb0Uo/s1600/DSC01805.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PX6mSeNBE0M/ToPkQrE_3hI/AAAAAAAACRs/-exC2Drb0Uo/s640/DSC01805.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So the boys put their shirts back on. NO honor code violators here. But Cosmo came over to show them that he appreciated their Team Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MuwOAJXQ6Nk/ToPkfMOZxYI/AAAAAAAACRw/pq-nXADBsr0/s1600/DSC01809.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MuwOAJXQ6Nk/ToPkfMOZxYI/AAAAAAAACRw/pq-nXADBsr0/s640/DSC01809.JPG" width="460" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Will ended up ditching his seats and coming down by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nZYEZe2ScIw/ToPks1SFpQI/AAAAAAAACR0/YVhGjtMmX8M/s1600/DSC01810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nZYEZe2ScIw/ToPks1SFpQI/AAAAAAAACR0/YVhGjtMmX8M/s640/DSC01810.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here all the boys are. They were having so much fun on the front row. They yelled at everyone who went by and tried high five'ing everyone. They even high fived the ushers and cheer leaders. It was party time. I think us dad's had funner watching the boys than we did the game. It was for sure funner than watching the BYU offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-76MaCmRv3ws/ToPk5fcOLaI/AAAAAAAACR4/nRSCigHee9E/s1600/DSC01817.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-76MaCmRv3ws/ToPk5fcOLaI/AAAAAAAACR4/nRSCigHee9E/s640/DSC01817.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;After words the boys told us they were still hungry. Where else is better to fill kids up for cheap than Del Taco. So it was .49 cent taco mania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VwF3Qh5FGY0/ToPlE1KJ4OI/AAAAAAAACR8/DgMet8tqnb8/s1600/DSC01818.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VwF3Qh5FGY0/ToPlE1KJ4OI/AAAAAAAACR8/DgMet8tqnb8/s640/DSC01818.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Back to the Jeep adventure. We were smart enough to bring blankets. So the kids bundled up and we started the journey home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2MlxbZVqVjs/ToPlQhQjekI/AAAAAAAACSA/XX1DA3YEfRg/s1600/DSC01824.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2MlxbZVqVjs/ToPlQhQjekI/AAAAAAAACSA/XX1DA3YEfRg/s640/DSC01824.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jake and Carter wouldn't and couldn't shut it down. They yelled and screamed and laughed the entire ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-alq62OrpXjU/ToPlbG_nfeI/AAAAAAAACSE/8S7fjW7csv8/s1600/DSC01828.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-alq62OrpXjU/ToPlbG_nfeI/AAAAAAAACSE/8S7fjW7csv8/s640/DSC01828.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;They were just way to funny for themselves even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PdKwuiZMxp4/ToPllpscz-I/AAAAAAAACSI/-5OH5vuFelg/s1600/DSC01831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PdKwuiZMxp4/ToPllpscz-I/AAAAAAAACSI/-5OH5vuFelg/s640/DSC01831.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Caden never came out from under his blanket during the ride home. But here is Cody feeling the cold wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one fun night. My boys had a blast. They cant stop talking about how much fun they had. Caden and Jake love there friends. They are lucky to have such good buddies who they love hanging with, have tons in common with and all love them some BYU Football. By the way, BYU won. They got all their charity work out of the way the week before and now it was back to taking the ball away instead of giving it away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-422387125286144669?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/422387125286144669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=422387125286144669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/422387125286144669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/422387125286144669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/09/byu-vs-ucf.html' title='BYU vs UCF'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tud4nV81oWY/ToPjCFmynaI/AAAAAAAACRU/y6vMWr1BFAc/s72-c/316661_10150828159020444_612890443_20978203_1985673084_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-5281428396444800083</id><published>2011-09-17T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T21:35:10.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BYU vs Utah 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SmS3deRKlgU/ToKcBmVSGtI/AAAAAAAACQk/kqSOs-vtip0/s1600/DSC01904.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="474" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SmS3deRKlgU/ToKcBmVSGtI/AAAAAAAACQk/kqSOs-vtip0/s640/DSC01904.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;As soon as Caden's game was over we hit the road and headed south. We had a big tailgate party planned. Steve and Kurt got down there around 1:00 and got set up. We had good good food. Steve smoked some ribs for a good 4 hours. This is what College football is about. Hanging with friends, eating good food and anticipation of a big game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ydh3uulm_c/ToKcZkyJzZI/AAAAAAAACQo/O-ryl0yCL_E/s1600/DSC01901.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ydh3uulm_c/ToKcZkyJzZI/AAAAAAAACQo/O-ryl0yCL_E/s640/DSC01901.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;These nice girls were painting people up in the tailgate lot. Kids loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4KZ-tghizcU/ToKcnAGJLfI/AAAAAAAACQs/x0uB4rkRUP4/s1600/DSC01902.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4KZ-tghizcU/ToKcnAGJLfI/AAAAAAAACQs/x0uB4rkRUP4/s640/DSC01902.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Packer, Jake, Caden and Crew ready for the big game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pvW4XPaXKiU/ToKcygYpDDI/AAAAAAAACQw/87vE4-9_hiE/s1600/DSC01903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pvW4XPaXKiU/ToKcygYpDDI/AAAAAAAACQw/87vE4-9_hiE/s640/DSC01903.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here I am with Ted. Ted is married to Ambur's aunt Susan. He is a big Utah fan. But a great guy and a very level headed Utah fan. Good dude. He stopped by with some of his friends. We are equal opportunity tailgaters. We don't discriminate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8EWgm7CQXPs/ToKdPUfZKPI/AAAAAAAACQ0/PuVSvIh3r00/s1600/DSC01907.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8EWgm7CQXPs/ToKdPUfZKPI/AAAAAAAACQ0/PuVSvIh3r00/s640/DSC01907.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Some joker came up and parked his Lamborghini next to us. He took up 2 spots he thought he was so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1iwhn-QKm6M/ToKdZwjkmtI/AAAAAAAACQ4/FAfc3eC2Fi8/s1600/DSC01909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1iwhn-QKm6M/ToKdZwjkmtI/AAAAAAAACQ4/FAfc3eC2Fi8/s640/DSC01909.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I didn't have tickets for my boys so instead of heading home they chose to hang in the parking lot at our set up and watch it on TV with Uncle Steve. This was taken just as I was heading in. Steve and his poor selection of Colors were permitted due to his excellent BBQ Rib skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-upWmfPuGcaw/ToKdmgMf71I/AAAAAAAACQ8/rwqqR1zlMgE/s1600/DSC01911.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-upWmfPuGcaw/ToKdmgMf71I/AAAAAAAACQ8/rwqqR1zlMgE/s640/DSC01911.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The boys were ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U8P4irDB6SI/ToKduVA8VAI/AAAAAAAACRA/62h3dejqajs/s1600/DSC01921.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U8P4irDB6SI/ToKduVA8VAI/AAAAAAAACRA/62h3dejqajs/s640/DSC01921.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;BYU looked ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1_Xo9QpGUb0/ToKd-IEf0iI/AAAAAAAACRE/omK3RCgwBiE/s1600/DSC01923.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1_Xo9QpGUb0/ToKd-IEf0iI/AAAAAAAACRE/omK3RCgwBiE/s640/DSC01923.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;About 5 minutes into game Steve called me and said a National Guardsmen walked by and gave him 2 tickets. So Caden and Jake got into their first ever BYU/ Utah game. To bad it wasn't a game. they got in and we scored a TD to go up 10-7. We then knocked Wynn out and it was looking GOOD! And we should have left right then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wynn came back in and I guess Bronco felt bad for him because he decided to stop pressuring him and gave him 10 seconds every down to throw the ball. If given enough time even a skinny injured QB can carve you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b73SRnTNXsc/ToKeGOXmfUI/AAAAAAAACRI/OnUHP7rvCK4/s1600/DSC01924.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b73SRnTNXsc/ToKeGOXmfUI/AAAAAAAACRI/OnUHP7rvCK4/s640/DSC01924.JPG" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is when it officially went down hill. Swoop climbed up into our section and Jake started takin trash to him. Swoop grabbed him and hung him upside down. I should've beat Swoop's ass, but instead laughed it off. It was bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MMCQjJj6ocw/ToKeSHDfJiI/AAAAAAAACRM/uyYeYFiJULs/s1600/DSC01925.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MMCQjJj6ocw/ToKeSHDfJiI/AAAAAAAACRM/uyYeYFiJULs/s640/DSC01925.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jeff and his Bird buddy. Jeff was wearing the best antlers on his head in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JUJ79Z0wv3E/ToKeemsLoWI/AAAAAAAACRQ/7lFGgJyOVoo/s1600/DSC01926.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JUJ79Z0wv3E/ToKeemsLoWI/AAAAAAAACRQ/7lFGgJyOVoo/s640/DSC01926.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our seats are right by the opponents locker room. So we go down and give the visiting team 5 coming out of half. The U players were cool to the boys. Some bent over as they gave them 5 and grabbed their shirts and said, "you got the wrong color on boys".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no pictures from the second half. You all know the results. We headed back out to tailgate in 4th quarter. It was to hard to watch. I wish it would have at least been a game. But we wanted to give the Utes a few parting gifts as they go to the PAC 12. 7 of them to be exact. Turnover jokes for the next 12 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast though. Thanks to all who stopped by our party to hang out and say hi. Ya win some , ya loose some. And today we lost bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-5281428396444800083?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/5281428396444800083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=5281428396444800083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/5281428396444800083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/5281428396444800083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/09/byu-vs-utah-2011.html' title='BYU vs Utah 2011'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SmS3deRKlgU/ToKcBmVSGtI/AAAAAAAACQk/kqSOs-vtip0/s72-c/DSC01904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-6622303511939750228</id><published>2011-09-17T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T20:58:07.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riverton vs West Jordan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B2fsesBUq-s/ToKYREAlyqI/AAAAAAAACQY/TNzWo1tI9pk/s1600/VID00346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B2fsesBUq-s/ToKYREAlyqI/AAAAAAAACQY/TNzWo1tI9pk/s640/VID00346.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We played a tough West Jordan team. They had blown out their previous 2 teams they played. But on this day we were fortunate enough to beat them. We won 6-0 in double OT. Of course the day of the BYU vs Utah game our game goes to Double OT. Best line of the day was Caden coming off the field after the first OT and asking me, "Dad, are we going to miss the tailgating?" He was so excited to tailgate before the BYU game he couldn't think straight. Above is a picture of Caden setting up to throw with a big Nose Tackle closing fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bD0UhYzruDo/ToKYR7M78sI/AAAAAAAACQc/CKnBPrYO5hY/s1600/VID00345.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bD0UhYzruDo/ToKYR7M78sI/AAAAAAAACQc/CKnBPrYO5hY/s640/VID00345.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here he is standing in the pocket like a man and taking the hit as he threw the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--9uAyzirvCk/ToKYSgc93QI/AAAAAAAACQg/Hd36qAxLzeg/s1600/VID00347.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="382" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--9uAyzirvCk/ToKYSgc93QI/AAAAAAAACQg/Hd36qAxLzeg/s640/VID00347.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here Caden is trying to get around the corner. With no success this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a fun game to watch and the kids all hit hard. Fun to get a win. &amp;nbsp;Sorry my pictures are kinda fuzzy. That's what you get with a 100 dollar camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-6622303511939750228?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/6622303511939750228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=6622303511939750228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/6622303511939750228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/6622303511939750228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/09/riverton-vs-west-jordan.html' title='Riverton vs West Jordan'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B2fsesBUq-s/ToKYREAlyqI/AAAAAAAACQY/TNzWo1tI9pk/s72-c/VID00346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-242723629535712938</id><published>2011-09-12T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T22:25:22.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Wrap Up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBRN9veL3mk/ToFJQpuV00I/AAAAAAAACP8/coChbfnXe6g/s1600/DSC01867.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="470" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBRN9veL3mk/ToFJQpuV00I/AAAAAAAACP8/coChbfnXe6g/s640/DSC01867.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sunday afternoon/ Evening we headed back from Houston to Dallas. This was one of many gas stations i saw this week. And I saw a ton. This was the coolest looking one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ev6POWe4tv0/ToFJh5TMmSI/AAAAAAAACQA/mmIrYRwUVKY/s1600/DSC01864.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ev6POWe4tv0/ToFJh5TMmSI/AAAAAAAACQA/mmIrYRwUVKY/s640/DSC01864.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I guess poor Kurt didn't get enough sleep while I drove his ass from Austin to Houston. So he needed some more while I drove him from Houston to Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_FKHWIEbbz4/ToFJteSlXAI/AAAAAAAACQE/n1iCVuYl2dk/s1600/DSC01865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_FKHWIEbbz4/ToFJteSlXAI/AAAAAAAACQE/n1iCVuYl2dk/s640/DSC01865.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Same goes for his little &amp;nbsp;back seat side kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it back to Dallas in time to watch the Sunday night game. It was the Cowboys blowing the game to loose to the Jets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4yLCvZbhDa8/ToFJ4ObMqNI/AAAAAAAACQI/imVA9mMgBnY/s1600/DSC01883.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4yLCvZbhDa8/ToFJ4ObMqNI/AAAAAAAACQI/imVA9mMgBnY/s640/DSC01883.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Monday we said goodbye to Bob. He was still on his "got to save my vacation" thing. But the rest of us were able to revisit some of our favorite spots from the trip. First was "The QT". This was our gas station in Texas that rocked. Killer Maple Bars. Ask Jeff, he made me stop there about 4 times a day to get a Maple Bar and Beverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_snXowOMcZ8/ToFKDetFq7I/AAAAAAAACQM/SB9R2uV-h9A/s1600/DSC01874.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_snXowOMcZ8/ToFKDetFq7I/AAAAAAAACQM/SB9R2uV-h9A/s640/DSC01874.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then it was back to "Railhead" for one last chance to eat some Texas BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W_FfTwb3KOc/ToFKUUhyn_I/AAAAAAAACQQ/vI4sKv98sdA/s1600/DSC01880.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W_FfTwb3KOc/ToFKUUhyn_I/AAAAAAAACQQ/vI4sKv98sdA/s640/DSC01880.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is Jeff and Uncle Dave. We owe a huge thanks to the best hosts ever, Linda and Dave showed us what "Southern Hospitality" truly is. So thank you. You always make the visit's down there the best. I now Kurt already claimed you guys as his Aunt and Uncle. And I know Jeff felt like he was part of the family by the time we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ukriojhs4AU/ToFKfzrpvKI/AAAAAAAACQU/HITK9foFmr4/s1600/DSC01879.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="472" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ukriojhs4AU/ToFKfzrpvKI/AAAAAAAACQU/HITK9foFmr4/s640/DSC01879.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was then time to go. Thank you Texas! For giving us the best Trip ever! Texas Triangle Boys! One that will be tough to beat. But good thing well keep trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-242723629535712938?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/242723629535712938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=242723629535712938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/242723629535712938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/242723629535712938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/09/texas-wrap-up.html' title='Texas Wrap Up.'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBRN9veL3mk/ToFJQpuV00I/AAAAAAAACP8/coChbfnXe6g/s72-c/DSC01867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-9067713141932752058</id><published>2011-09-11T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:40:37.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Day #4 (Houston)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UIw8CR-Dd_s/ToE9SRYQ7qI/AAAAAAAACPA/3SyffzzefRc/s1600/DSC01795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="492" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UIw8CR-Dd_s/ToE9SRYQ7qI/AAAAAAAACPA/3SyffzzefRc/s640/DSC01795.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Day #4 found us in Houston. We made it to bed around 4:30 in morning and were lcky to wake up around 9:30. We headed right to the Texans Stadium. We were hungry so we just ried grabbing something on the way to the game. We thought we were in Provo. Nothing open on Sunday in Houston. Sucked. But here we are above outside the Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9wq96XtMwFs/ToE9c7uO7rI/AAAAAAAACPE/_N5v9qyvlJA/s1600/DSC01800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="452" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9wq96XtMwFs/ToE9c7uO7rI/AAAAAAAACPE/_N5v9qyvlJA/s640/DSC01800.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here we are in our seats before game. We had great seats. Nice work Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UslVCqcaZuA/ToE9xkkO-qI/AAAAAAAACPI/NYWcJLdvQmY/s1600/DSC01809.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="436" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UslVCqcaZuA/ToE9xkkO-qI/AAAAAAAACPI/NYWcJLdvQmY/s640/DSC01809.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;A few of where the players run out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PCVIDEjUbi4/ToE-BusHK5I/AAAAAAAACPM/nI9igkNzglA/s1600/DSC01818.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PCVIDEjUbi4/ToE-BusHK5I/AAAAAAAACPM/nI9igkNzglA/s640/DSC01818.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was the 9-11 10 year anniversary so every NFL Stadium did a big tribute. A flag covered entire field. Way cool. The entire crowd chanted USA...USA... It was way cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9D9KTlxV2gE/ToE-Gyv2ezI/AAAAAAAACPQ/RAprwmoOUrk/s1600/DSC01824.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9D9KTlxV2gE/ToE-Gyv2ezI/AAAAAAAACPQ/RAprwmoOUrk/s640/DSC01824.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ygem1PBw46c/ToE-UXgJ7TI/AAAAAAAACPU/1h1C5ingKnA/s1600/DSC01832.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ygem1PBw46c/ToE-UXgJ7TI/AAAAAAAACPU/1h1C5ingKnA/s640/DSC01832.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;One of the funnest parts of an NFL game are the wack jobs you sit by. Here are a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XOP8R5pX3mM/ToE-im_DCMI/AAAAAAAACPY/pHJ5mIOp3NE/s1600/DSC01833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="368" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XOP8R5pX3mM/ToE-im_DCMI/AAAAAAAACPY/pHJ5mIOp3NE/s640/DSC01833.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Collie #17 representing for the Cougs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXKH1xjcQyA/ToE-srpkADI/AAAAAAAACPc/3r7mpf6P234/s1600/DSC01847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXKH1xjcQyA/ToE-srpkADI/AAAAAAAACPc/3r7mpf6P234/s640/DSC01847.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;These are the people we sat behind. Super nice people. The tank top man kept yelling "Get up Ya'll". Way funny if you were there. And the girl kept tonguing her dad every good play. No lie, made out with her dad. Even funnier if you were there. Pure entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DrNfMXqUaPU/ToE-14Yjp-I/AAAAAAAACPg/YG7F08jvE18/s1600/DSC01850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="486" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DrNfMXqUaPU/ToE-14Yjp-I/AAAAAAAACPg/YG7F08jvE18/s640/DSC01850.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jeff with his new buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2WUMZkaLAk/ToE-82RNxdI/AAAAAAAACPk/ehGeXJZ_EdE/s1600/DSC01854.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="418" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2WUMZkaLAk/ToE-82RNxdI/AAAAAAAACPk/ehGeXJZ_EdE/s640/DSC01854.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me and Bob with a shot of the entire Stadium behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TshT7b7MXpw/ToE_ISfnmLI/AAAAAAAACPo/tDyCC2Q8mgA/s1600/DSC01858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TshT7b7MXpw/ToE_ISfnmLI/AAAAAAAACPo/tDyCC2Q8mgA/s640/DSC01858.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then it was time to get our eat on. And where better than "Popeye's Chicken". Oh ya, love me some Popeye's! The fact we don't have one here is a crime. &amp;nbsp;Look how happy it makes people. Bob's happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S6FfiirKC2s/ToE_Vjy0nvI/AAAAAAAACPs/RvNDwgaBXis/s1600/DSC01859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S6FfiirKC2s/ToE_Vjy0nvI/AAAAAAAACPs/RvNDwgaBXis/s640/DSC01859.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jeff's happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_RUUg4zI1wY/ToE_gaQ1q2I/AAAAAAAACPw/Js6tLRPPTMc/s1600/DSC01861.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_RUUg4zI1wY/ToE_gaQ1q2I/AAAAAAAACPw/Js6tLRPPTMc/s640/DSC01861.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kurt is so happy it was kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qAHqZtICdSo/ToE_r24mv4I/AAAAAAAACP0/sykUXn00v1U/s1600/DSC01862.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="508" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qAHqZtICdSo/ToE_r24mv4I/AAAAAAAACP0/sykUXn00v1U/s640/DSC01862.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And you know I was feelin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as Bob got his food he asked the gal, "Can I get some honey". The gal said (imagine a southern black accent) "What you need honey fo ?" Bob relied, "For my biscuit" she then said "I buttered your biscuit, what more you need." I then said that I to needed my Biscuit buttered. She obliged. And we all got our Biscuit's Buttered at Popeyes in Houston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RToCWUIVfOE/ToE_3HazO_I/AAAAAAAACP4/wjKMdt_2ROk/s1600/DSC01863.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RToCWUIVfOE/ToE_3HazO_I/AAAAAAAACP4/wjKMdt_2ROk/s640/DSC01863.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We then made the gals come out and get a picture with us. At first the lady in the black wouldn't come out. Then when she saw me and Bob hug up on the lady in Red. She wanted in. So here is our picture of the women who yes, Buttered our Biscuits. They did ask us, "Were you crazy boys from?" When we said Utah they just laughed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-9067713141932752058?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/9067713141932752058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=9067713141932752058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/9067713141932752058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/9067713141932752058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/09/texas-day-4-houston.html' title='Texas Day #4 (Houston)'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UIw8CR-Dd_s/ToE9SRYQ7qI/AAAAAAAACPA/3SyffzzefRc/s72-c/DSC01795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-70938698215768574</id><published>2011-09-10T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T21:16:04.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Day #3 (Overtime)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SeIsVHe1tmo/Tn6le09qQDI/AAAAAAAACOk/s05DthOW9dI/s1600/DSC01772.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SeIsVHe1tmo/Tn6le09qQDI/AAAAAAAACOk/s05DthOW9dI/s640/DSC01772.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So here is the problem withe Austin being so fun. When we got back to our car it was 2:00 AM. Good thing is that was only 1:00 AM Salt Lake time. Trouble is we were still in Austin and our hotel was in Houston. A 2 1/2 drive to the east. After a stop at a questionable gas station we were off. Everyone was pumped and told me, "Rick, we will stay up with you" "This will be fun, we'll keep you awake". Right. Check out Kurt above. Even his Olan Mills 70's reflection in the window was out cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LRmdGUIuRtQ/Tn6ltJgmEmI/AAAAAAAACOo/dQiFhXysF9s/s1600/DSC01777.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LRmdGUIuRtQ/Tn6ltJgmEmI/AAAAAAAACOo/dQiFhXysF9s/s640/DSC01777.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jeff out cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k1RkkneOeOA/Tn6l5EFuUnI/AAAAAAAACOs/cHv8jhAjwMs/s1600/DSC01778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k1RkkneOeOA/Tn6l5EFuUnI/AAAAAAAACOs/cHv8jhAjwMs/s640/DSC01778.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even my shot gun rider Bobby B was out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HEM2dJFRCFc/Tn6mH6OYvzI/AAAAAAAACOw/GHilWF3DuVk/s1600/DSC01781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HEM2dJFRCFc/Tn6mH6OYvzI/AAAAAAAACOw/GHilWF3DuVk/s640/DSC01781.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I was left to navigate the Texas night by myself. Thanks guys! real Pals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OG_LwN3S3uQ/Tn6mTuVWw9I/AAAAAAAACO0/O3gYEpDatgk/s1600/DSC01784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="438" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OG_LwN3S3uQ/Tn6mTuVWw9I/AAAAAAAACO0/O3gYEpDatgk/s640/DSC01784.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jeff (being the old man of the bunch) has a week bladder and did wake up just to make me stop so he could wiz. Notice driver door left open for picture opp. No way in hell I was letting that little car lock me out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A0iuOt_8G0I/Tn6meFxXDjI/AAAAAAAACO4/NgkS419JGWw/s1600/DSC01785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="502" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A0iuOt_8G0I/Tn6meFxXDjI/AAAAAAAACO4/NgkS419JGWw/s640/DSC01785.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After Jeff's break it was back to the road. The door being open must have just made it so cold in the car. Poor Kurt was just so cold. The little bugger had to curl up in his shirt to get some decent rest. Even ripped the head rest off trying to get comfy. And after we arrived in Houston around 4:30 AM we opened the trunk to grab our bags and found 2 blankets in there. Kurt then had the balls to say "Man I got screwed". Ya Kurt, you got screwed buddy. How did you manage to keep your eyes shut man that whole time? Your a real trooper. I don't think we could've made it to Houston with out your sheer will and determination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-70938698215768574?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/70938698215768574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=70938698215768574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/70938698215768574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/70938698215768574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/09/texas-day-3-overtime.html' title='Texas Day #3 (Overtime)'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SeIsVHe1tmo/Tn6le09qQDI/AAAAAAAACOk/s05DthOW9dI/s72-c/DSC01772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-2440676262585942603</id><published>2011-09-10T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:47:44.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Day #3 (Austin 2nd half)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W15sOeFlDeE/Tn6bvPy59NI/AAAAAAAACN8/cmvnwOtDsWo/s1600/DSC01730.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W15sOeFlDeE/Tn6bvPy59NI/AAAAAAAACN8/cmvnwOtDsWo/s640/DSC01730.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Finally it was game time. Here we are as the band lined the field and the team was about to run out. Texas fans were awesome. The Stadium was full 20 minutes before kickoff. People in their seats ready to cheer. And they stay the entire game. A lesson all BYU and Utah fans could learn from. Fans here are late to every kickoff and can't wait to leave early just to say "we beat traffic". After traveling around to all these games I've realized we here in Utah aren't as good as fans as we think we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HJJnCDY_GoM/Tn6b34_muEI/AAAAAAAACOA/zIbVh1VbBeU/s1600/DSC01737.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HJJnCDY_GoM/Tn6b34_muEI/AAAAAAAACOA/zIbVh1VbBeU/s640/DSC01737.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is the view from our seats. BYU coming down for a "rare" score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JhUfk4OOAHw/Tn6b_smNZeI/AAAAAAAACOE/4zs2ah-Imkw/s1600/DSC01738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="446" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JhUfk4OOAHw/Tn6b_smNZeI/AAAAAAAACOE/4zs2ah-Imkw/s640/DSC01738.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our Defense played great all game and had them backed up all game. But eventually Texas came back to win 17-16. It was a great game and the fact we lost just wasn't that big of a deal. We were in a great city with super friendly people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb3qGY56zSs/Tn6cKLjs_JI/AAAAAAAACOI/cpfZwkieGOY/s1600/DSC01746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb3qGY56zSs/Tn6cKLjs_JI/AAAAAAAACOI/cpfZwkieGOY/s640/DSC01746.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is "Bevo" the Longhorn. As we were walking out the trailer that takes Bevo away was pulling out. My Aunt Linda only made one rtequest as we left Dallas and headed to Austin. It was to get a picture of Bevo. So I ran and jumped up on the trailer, grabbed the window rail as the trailer drove away and got a photo. So here is your picture Linda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIWQ87Z3UJw/Tn6cnDkR53I/AAAAAAAACOM/MYi3YC6P-Lc/s1600/DSC01747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="408" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIWQ87Z3UJw/Tn6cnDkR53I/AAAAAAAACOM/MYi3YC6P-Lc/s640/DSC01747.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;These were some friendly people we meet after the game. The guy on the right (in flip flops) was trying to get us to take his wife out with us after the game so he didn't have to deal with her all night. We declined the offer. But tell me that his wife on the right of me doesn't look like Brande Lunt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KVZS4VHfRrQ/Tn6c0OYuQzI/AAAAAAAACOQ/NZCUTgIIt2U/s1600/DSC01749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KVZS4VHfRrQ/Tn6c0OYuQzI/AAAAAAAACOQ/NZCUTgIIt2U/s640/DSC01749.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We then walked from the Stadium to 6th Street. We heard this is the place to be in Austin. So we found a cool "Sports Bar" to hang out. Great place and again fun friendly people everywhere we turned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UeBXr0E0jyc/Tn6dBfNS3jI/AAAAAAAACOU/-4bmDVBKiZU/s1600/DSC01760.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="458" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UeBXr0E0jyc/Tn6dBfNS3jI/AAAAAAAACOU/-4bmDVBKiZU/s640/DSC01760.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;After we ate, watched some games and listened to some waitresses career plans, we headed out on the street. The entire street shuts down. No driving o it. So crazy people like these 2 hula hoop girls can just set up shop in the middle of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ejhylxPwCn8/Tn6dIzD2b0I/AAAAAAAACOY/bHKZZdz7aNc/s1600/DSC01764.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ejhylxPwCn8/Tn6dIzD2b0I/AAAAAAAACOY/bHKZZdz7aNc/s640/DSC01764.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I then bumped into this guy who claimed to be Jim McMahon. Weather he was or not, this guy was clearly a gammer like the Jim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mEMSSev4VEk/Tn6dNnbUTBI/AAAAAAAACOc/_m-UgZbeVm8/s1600/DSC01768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mEMSSev4VEk/Tn6dNnbUTBI/AAAAAAAACOc/_m-UgZbeVm8/s640/DSC01768.JPG" width="414" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Things got so crazy Bob finally ate and got so crazy he forgot where he took his shorts off and had to walk to the car in his boxers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ynGpGGYFo3Y/Tn6dVDehHqI/AAAAAAAACOg/9wCNe-7xWcI/s1600/DSC01769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ynGpGGYFo3Y/Tn6dVDehHqI/AAAAAAAACOg/9wCNe-7xWcI/s640/DSC01769.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was such a long walk to the car that poor Kurt was just plumb out of juice by the time he hit the car. He got back to the car about 10 minutes before me, since it was locked he crashed for a rest on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time on 6th Street. We met many people. I have many more pictures and video's that I would love to share. But they just don't fall under the "Blog Appropriate" category. So if you are interested in seeing some more sites and sounds of Austin, come visit and I will share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-2440676262585942603?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/2440676262585942603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=2440676262585942603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/2440676262585942603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/2440676262585942603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/09/texas-day-3-2nd-half.html' title='Texas Day #3 (Austin 2nd half)'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W15sOeFlDeE/Tn6bvPy59NI/AAAAAAAACN8/cmvnwOtDsWo/s72-c/DSC01730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-8432285483379290299</id><published>2011-09-10T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:47:29.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Day # 3 (Austin 1st half)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aPg46WYneSc/TnqkQKTkNTI/AAAAAAAACNM/CSjsP0OBt7s/s1600/DSC01702.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="468" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aPg46WYneSc/TnqkQKTkNTI/AAAAAAAACNM/CSjsP0OBt7s/s640/DSC01702.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Saturday was so spectacular it will take 2 posts to cover it. This is the first half of the day. Of all the trips we have ever been on, this was quite possibly the best day ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see from the above picture we have a new addition to the trip. Old Bob Tueller finally showed up late Friday night. He choose not to use one of his remaining vacation days, yet save it instead to go sit in a shed hung in a tree with deer urine sprayed on him all while waiting to kill a defenseless animal deep in the heart of Missouri. I know, fun huh? He skipped all you've seen so far for that. But hey, he's here now and all that's behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the picture above I think I was holding up the number of games BYU had won up to that point in the season. If you were to take a picture today (2 weeks later) I would still be holding up one finger. But there we were all excited ready to hit the road and drive 2 hours south to Austin Texas to watched our beloved Cougars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75XJ44RtmrA/TnqkjfN803I/AAAAAAAACNQ/DJocdIU8NKw/s1600/DSC01706.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75XJ44RtmrA/TnqkjfN803I/AAAAAAAACNQ/DJocdIU8NKw/s640/DSC01706.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;As we arrived in Austin we had to pay a visit to a spot we had seen on the TV show "Man vs Food". It is "Salt Lick" BBQ. As we walked in we looked over the counter to see this huge fire pit in the kitchen. Getting a picture from the Customer side of the counter wasn't enough. Oh no, we had to get up close. We went right back in the kitchen to get an up close photo. Above you can see the big slab of Brisket I grabbed and was holding up. You can also see the awesome food ready to be consumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gFbLUKoKilg/Tnqkm8tf2vI/AAAAAAAACNU/Gh0ylAlQbEk/s1600/DSC01707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="452" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gFbLUKoKilg/Tnqkm8tf2vI/AAAAAAAACNU/Gh0ylAlQbEk/s640/DSC01707.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wherever we go we act like we own the place. So here I am acting like I am feeding Kurt over the open flame. I'm sure the good paying patrons were looking back in the kitchen wondering what the hell these &amp;nbsp;crazy BYU fans where doing to their food that they were about to purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mDJohwLMT5A/Tnqk0szavOI/AAAAAAAACNY/C7-SHs7maeM/s1600/DSC01710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="450" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mDJohwLMT5A/Tnqk0szavOI/AAAAAAAACNY/C7-SHs7maeM/s640/DSC01710.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;You'll notice Bob wasn't eating. If you know Bob you will obviously realize something is wrong. Bob loves him some meat. Bob was sick. He showed up sick to the trip. He couldn't even eat. He clearly sat at his desk the day before looking out the window and worried himself sick thinking of all the fun we were having in Texas before he got there. Then he remembered how deer urine smelt and he remembered why he saved that extra vacation day. Good trade, deer urine for BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZMoJUjV0Tw/TnqlB6VHZMI/AAAAAAAACNc/AGtvICP9dKM/s1600/DSC01712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZMoJUjV0Tw/TnqlB6VHZMI/AAAAAAAACNc/AGtvICP9dKM/s640/DSC01712.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then we made it to the stadium. This place is huge. Seats over 100,000 people. Thats BYU and Utah's stadiums put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VKSNoo3QIRE/TnqlHVH2lPI/AAAAAAAACNg/Xm4NReu7r7Q/s1600/DSC01714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VKSNoo3QIRE/TnqlHVH2lPI/AAAAAAAACNg/Xm4NReu7r7Q/s640/DSC01714.JPG" width="462" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We made it to the team store to pick up some stuff. Here I am next to a picture of my favorite LongHorn of all time. Ricky Williams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S5s3RG3etug/TnqlUn8vVsI/AAAAAAAACNk/wAq_V5jTg8o/s1600/DSC01720.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S5s3RG3etug/TnqlUn8vVsI/AAAAAAAACNk/wAq_V5jTg8o/s640/DSC01720.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We got to Austin about 5 hours before game time. This allowed us time to walk around the city and check out the tailgating. As we walked around the Longhorn fans couldn't have been nicer. They invited us to hang out with them and were just cool people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TpN4TRcOVB0/Tnqljhv7P0I/AAAAAAAACNo/uoQ-dR5lqh0/s1600/DSC01721.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="464" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TpN4TRcOVB0/Tnqljhv7P0I/AAAAAAAACNo/uoQ-dR5lqh0/s640/DSC01721.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here we are walking through tailgate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MRaErEqab1o/Tnql1H-C4EI/AAAAAAAACNs/l82pNzogb8o/s1600/DSC01722.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MRaErEqab1o/Tnql1H-C4EI/AAAAAAAACNs/l82pNzogb8o/s640/DSC01722.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even bumped into a few Cougar fans who were gettin down Texas style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YCisVocQU3Y/TnqmEfLRT_I/AAAAAAAACNw/GbrFSQiPRRY/s1600/DSC01723.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YCisVocQU3Y/TnqmEfLRT_I/AAAAAAAACNw/GbrFSQiPRRY/s640/DSC01723.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is the Baddest Tailgate Bus you will ever see. Complete with a party deck with rail. Ceiling fans, disco ball, flat screen TV with Satalite and shade curtains that dropped from the top. The picture doesn't do it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6LuiR89IXb8/TnqmLwAdJJI/AAAAAAAACN0/ae9ZagUUVkg/s1600/DSC01726.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="450" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6LuiR89IXb8/TnqmLwAdJJI/AAAAAAAACN0/ae9ZagUUVkg/s640/DSC01726.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here we are in Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9aXyX0n5g5w/TnqmSYQns9I/AAAAAAAACN4/BfSrveAtNbk/s1600/DSC01728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9aXyX0n5g5w/TnqmSYQns9I/AAAAAAAACN4/BfSrveAtNbk/s640/DSC01728.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Game time was close. Here's a look at the Longhorn's warming up. All this and our day was just getting started. More to come....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-8432285483379290299?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/8432285483379290299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=8432285483379290299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/8432285483379290299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/8432285483379290299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/09/texas-day-3-first-half.html' title='Texas Day # 3 (Austin 1st half)'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aPg46WYneSc/TnqkQKTkNTI/AAAAAAAACNM/CSjsP0OBt7s/s72-c/DSC01702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-1600855169805025809</id><published>2011-09-09T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:48:02.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Day #2 (Dallas)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zdyCd18FcdQ/TnlM15FK8yI/AAAAAAAACMk/wI3UZBZB9Dw/s1600/DSC01678.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zdyCd18FcdQ/TnlM15FK8yI/AAAAAAAACMk/wI3UZBZB9Dw/s640/DSC01678.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So the great thing about a guy trip is being able to do whatever the hell we want. I've said before we get to act like were 18 years old. So we didn't get to bed the night before till abut 6:00. We slept till about 11:00. We got up and decided we would skip breakfast and hit the BBQ. Who isn't ready for BBQ 1 hour after you wake up? We headed over to "The Railhead" in Fort Worth. This place in unreal. Best BBQ ever. No place I have ever tried can touch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ci-dsmLZqu4/TnlNC3aXUBI/AAAAAAAACMo/ihV5oYFjO_g/s1600/DSC01680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ci-dsmLZqu4/TnlNC3aXUBI/AAAAAAAACMo/ihV5oYFjO_g/s640/DSC01680.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is Kurt getting after it. His huge plate of BBQ wasn't enough so he had to add a side of fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-42gkZmrnAkc/TnlNKQIQ4kI/AAAAAAAACMs/Gyn3gBBUFO4/s1600/DSC01681.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-42gkZmrnAkc/TnlNKQIQ4kI/AAAAAAAACMs/Gyn3gBBUFO4/s640/DSC01681.JPG" width="470" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jeff couldn't stop grinning from the time the smell hit him in the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-czO-4NKL3b0/TnlNcGEMltI/AAAAAAAACMw/iAYLsYFub9M/s1600/DSC01682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-czO-4NKL3b0/TnlNcGEMltI/AAAAAAAACMw/iAYLsYFub9M/s640/DSC01682.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Uncle Dave getting in on the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ftKWjJ-ss5M/TnlNoffxoCI/AAAAAAAACM0/ejwvG6iO31s/s1600/DSC01684.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ftKWjJ-ss5M/TnlNoffxoCI/AAAAAAAACM0/ejwvG6iO31s/s640/DSC01684.JPG" width="518" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After lunch we went back and sat on the couch for a few hours and watched ESPN. Why? Cause we could. We then headed over to the Cowboys Stadium to hit the Pro shop. Above is a picture of Jeff and Kurt in front of the Stadium. But before this picture was taken we had a little fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove around this huge stadium we were having a hard time getting to the pro shop. We were in one parking lot right on the south side of the stadium. We could see the pro shop on the west side. Problem was there was a huge stretch of grass between the parking lot where we were and the lot we needed to get to. We looked around for security guards or cameras and decided we were safe. We jumped the curb and went driving across some of Jerry Jones finest grass. It was about a 30 yard stretch. We thought about spinning some donuts, but didn't want to press our luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIvmi-Tg5zg/TnlN36pNJwI/AAAAAAAACM4/x-Zpz1CeAkE/s1600/DSC01688.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="430" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIvmi-Tg5zg/TnlN36pNJwI/AAAAAAAACM4/x-Zpz1CeAkE/s640/DSC01688.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then it was over to the Rangers game for a little base ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9jLdPYTbQ2M/TnlOF30NefI/AAAAAAAACM8/H4unEiq5f0k/s1600/DSC01691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9jLdPYTbQ2M/TnlOF30NefI/AAAAAAAACM8/H4unEiq5f0k/s640/DSC01691.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here we are watching batting practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ufTe_ino1WQ/TnlOOX93GYI/AAAAAAAACNA/Ysr1DZufeUQ/s1600/DSC01692.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="374" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ufTe_ino1WQ/TnlOOX93GYI/AAAAAAAACNA/Ysr1DZufeUQ/s640/DSC01692.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then Dave met up with us in the game. Thanks to Linda and David for the great tickets. Club level is so nice. First time I have ever had a waitress in my seats at a game.And yes, me and Kurt got matching shirts at the team store. We were trying to look like the happiest gay couple in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8VcKWF53Nvk/TnlOaqza0HI/AAAAAAAACNE/iNQHx32aB6k/s1600/DSC01696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8VcKWF53Nvk/TnlOaqza0HI/AAAAAAAACNE/iNQHx32aB6k/s640/DSC01696.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here was Kurt getting down on some cheese fries. They do it a bit different than Training Table down south. They take a cup of fries and dump Nacho Cheese on them. Sounds gross, but it was actually good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOhW_b2aGa0/TnlOlD1Yz7I/AAAAAAAACNI/UmfUt0EV34o/s1600/DSC01701.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="458" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOhW_b2aGa0/TnlOlD1Yz7I/AAAAAAAACNI/UmfUt0EV34o/s640/DSC01701.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After the game we hit the Buffalo Wild Wings for dinner. We sat and watched the ASU game while we waited for Bob's plane to arrive. Then it was off to the airport to get The Bobber! Day #2 in the bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-1600855169805025809?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/1600855169805025809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=1600855169805025809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/1600855169805025809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/1600855169805025809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/09/texas-day-2.html' title='Texas Day #2 (Dallas)'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zdyCd18FcdQ/TnlM15FK8yI/AAAAAAAACMk/wI3UZBZB9Dw/s72-c/DSC01678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-8014697652855156791</id><published>2011-09-08T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T22:04:48.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Day #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y4h0CR2i2Bo/TnbD_CdHmHI/AAAAAAAACME/uTLAYfDfUeo/s1600/DSC01660.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y4h0CR2i2Bo/TnbD_CdHmHI/AAAAAAAACME/uTLAYfDfUeo/s640/DSC01660.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So the time of year had rolled around again for our annual "Guys Trip". Last year was Arizona. This year it was Texas. I got home from Phoenix on Thursday just in time to take the wife and kids to lunch. Then get to the airport to catch our flight at 5:00. Here is the recap of our trip. At let me prefs this by saying this trip is the new Standard. It use to be our 07' Southern California trip. But no longer. Texas now holds the title as mother of all road trips. Lets get our roll call on this years participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8PDf48_W-PU/TnbEev25nFI/AAAAAAAACMI/1pey-dGs5l4/s1600/DSC01663.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8PDf48_W-PU/TnbEev25nFI/AAAAAAAACMI/1pey-dGs5l4/s640/DSC01663.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jeff Cox. He lives in Kurts neighborhood. A new comer to the trips. But what a fine addition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J8i1UT_40rA/TnbEq75M0hI/AAAAAAAACMM/QCaGx624e_w/s1600/DSC01664.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J8i1UT_40rA/TnbEq75M0hI/AAAAAAAACMM/QCaGx624e_w/s640/DSC01664.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Above is Kurt Swenson. A Seasoned Vet to the trips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFV1Cd3JTzE/TnbHBA9zDxI/AAAAAAAACMg/4QVso0caU-o/s1600/DSC01665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFV1Cd3JTzE/TnbHBA9zDxI/AAAAAAAACMg/4QVso0caU-o/s640/DSC01665.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is yours truly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We arrived in Dallas to be picked up by my Uncle Dave. We went to his house and ate some food and watched the Packers vs Saints kick off the NFL season. When the game was over we were far from being ready for bed. We asked Dave were the closet Casino was and he responded "Are you bleeping Serious"? He quickly realized we were. He then said "Oklahoma". That is about 75 miles north of Dallas. So at 11:30 at night we headed out. These guy trips are not for sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is were the fun starts. As we approached the Oklahoma state line we thought it would be fun to stop fast to get a photo by the sign on the state line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0IfUNb9AJ_U/TnbEzKrio-I/AAAAAAAACMQ/FsosIkxKaSg/s1600/DSC01666.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="412" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0IfUNb9AJ_U/TnbEzKrio-I/AAAAAAAACMQ/FsosIkxKaSg/s640/DSC01666.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here we are with our AWESOME picture. We then ran back to the car (which was on the side of the freeway and we left running with emergency lights blinking, very responsible like) and to our surprise the car had locked itself and we were screwed. No spare key and no town close. It was about 1:30 in the morning by this point. So we called 911 and got the local sheriff. Who was absolutely no help. We called about 3 lock smiths before we finally found one who would come help us. He was 30 miles north of us so we had some time to kill on the side of the freeway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SUPUZ9ky_Wg/TnbFDrW6naI/AAAAAAAACMU/dn6zSGx9sW4/s1600/DSC01668.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SUPUZ9ky_Wg/TnbFDrW6naI/AAAAAAAACMU/dn6zSGx9sW4/s640/DSC01668.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me and Kurt decided to hike down the road a bit to get a look at the "Red River" in which the Texas vs Oklahoma rivalry was named after. We got many honks from truckers wondering what the hell 2 guys were doing running around on the freeway in the middle of nowhere at 2:00 in the morning. Having a good time is the answer to that. Just incase your wondering, the fence Kurt is jumping was not an electric one. I asked him after he jumped it before I tried it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vdVSdUg5OVE/TnbFNx_IRCI/AAAAAAAACMY/FWfgYMoW1bo/s1600/DSC01674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vdVSdUg5OVE/TnbFNx_IRCI/AAAAAAAACMY/FWfgYMoW1bo/s640/DSC01674.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then Johnny Lock Smith finally showed up. By now it's close to 3:00. It took him about 5 seconds to pop the car open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g9b12ZJ7PS8/TnbFVuJ4XhI/AAAAAAAACMc/bQwXNEhKz2g/s1600/DSC01676.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="468" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g9b12ZJ7PS8/TnbFVuJ4XhI/AAAAAAAACMc/bQwXNEhKz2g/s640/DSC01676.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He then proceeded to bend us over and took $125 bucks for his services. Look how happy this joker was. He knew we were screwed and needed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then were back in business and made the Casino around 3:30 AM. The Casino sucks. &amp;nbsp;I'm convinced that Indian Casino's are ran by Jew's. Cause you can't win. We weren't there long. And ended our Day #1 IN TEXAS around 6:00 AM as we crawled into bed. I would say day #1 was a success. More to come...... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-8014697652855156791?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/8014697652855156791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=8014697652855156791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/8014697652855156791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/8014697652855156791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/09/texas-day-1.html' title='Texas Day #1'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y4h0CR2i2Bo/TnbD_CdHmHI/AAAAAAAACME/uTLAYfDfUeo/s72-c/DSC01660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-7658458426261126462</id><published>2011-09-07T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T21:23:05.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoenix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CAN-esWzyaA/TnbB4Cew3EI/AAAAAAAACMA/iGuz50xUcUA/s1600/IMG00292-20110907-1740.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="458" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CAN-esWzyaA/TnbB4Cew3EI/AAAAAAAACMA/iGuz50xUcUA/s640/IMG00292-20110907-1740.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me and Maurice had to go to Phoenix for a training. While we were down there we were able to hook up with a good friend Brandon Carr for a quick bite to eat. Good to see Carr. This trip was the start of a busy week. We found out about this training only 6 days before we had to be there. Prices on flights were a fortune. So me and Maurice drove. We left Tuesday night around 7:00 PM. Had our training in Phoenix on Wednesday. And were home by lunch on Thursday. Lots of driving. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-7658458426261126462?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/7658458426261126462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=7658458426261126462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/7658458426261126462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/7658458426261126462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/09/phoenix.html' title='Phoenix'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CAN-esWzyaA/TnbB4Cew3EI/AAAAAAAACMA/iGuz50xUcUA/s72-c/IMG00292-20110907-1740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-2472154479028783731</id><published>2011-09-05T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:03:32.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KIDS Fantasy Draft</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hxFiAmLcNsI/TnPhXMtackI/AAAAAAAACLk/lmIWGQNLkqo/s1600/DSC01791.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hxFiAmLcNsI/TnPhXMtackI/AAAAAAAACLk/lmIWGQNLkqo/s640/DSC01791.JPG" width="474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;For the last couple years our boys have been showing more interest in this little hobby of their dads called "Fantasy Football". So this year we decided it was the year to set up a league and let the kids pick their teams and manage them. They were so freakin excited. We walked over to Tuellers house and set up a draft room. The above picture is Caden and Jake ready to roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cpbu8sv2jl8/TnPhjwsVykI/AAAAAAAACLo/_Qd8J-P_wbU/s1600/DSC01792.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cpbu8sv2jl8/TnPhjwsVykI/AAAAAAAACLo/_Qd8J-P_wbU/s640/DSC01792.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jake, Caden, Luke and Zach. With study sheets in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bRKG0-D01FI/TnPhs0uYt_I/AAAAAAAACLs/4dlAPG1Ggfg/s1600/DSC01793.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="488" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bRKG0-D01FI/TnPhs0uYt_I/AAAAAAAACLs/4dlAPG1Ggfg/s640/DSC01793.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Caden and Luke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oqvkZIXYOCk/TnPhzS8DsfI/AAAAAAAACLw/zQkqUHp5Thc/s1600/DSC01794.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="438" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oqvkZIXYOCk/TnPhzS8DsfI/AAAAAAAACLw/zQkqUHp5Thc/s640/DSC01794.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Zach and Jake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The league is all kids. No parents. Should be fun to see how it all goes. Jake has already blamed me for his first loss. Had I played Wes Welker, like he told me, He would have won. Problem is, he never told me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-2472154479028783731?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/2472154479028783731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=2472154479028783731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/2472154479028783731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/2472154479028783731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/09/kids-fantasy-draft.html' title='KIDS Fantasy Draft'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hxFiAmLcNsI/TnPhXMtackI/AAAAAAAACLk/lmIWGQNLkqo/s72-c/DSC01791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-8087292298426884940</id><published>2011-09-05T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:01:47.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Kxir0shVKI/TnLhBwLCDlI/AAAAAAAACLI/L6APRn8cZDc/s1600/DSC01635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Kxir0shVKI/TnLhBwLCDlI/AAAAAAAACLI/L6APRn8cZDc/s640/DSC01635.JPG" width="492" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is the rest of our Labor Day weekend. Saturday was the Bingham game. Then Sunday afternoon Ambur was going stir crazy so we went for a drive. We headed up American Fork Canyon. It was a nice little get away from the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0oXiwF3W54Y/TnLhQ7OTV1I/AAAAAAAACLM/0by0wU1d8Xk/s1600/DSC01779.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0oXiwF3W54Y/TnLhQ7OTV1I/AAAAAAAACLM/0by0wU1d8Xk/s640/DSC01779.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Later that night the Boys both lost a tooth. For Jake it was his first. Caden has lost 6 or 7 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MOYt_jCBiAA/TnLhgkgWMII/AAAAAAAACLQ/ny5tfTAp09s/s1600/DSC01629.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="482" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MOYt_jCBiAA/TnLhgkgWMII/AAAAAAAACLQ/ny5tfTAp09s/s640/DSC01629.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Earlier in the day I went to a nice brunch with Audrey, Linda and my Mom. It had been a year since my Grandma passed away so we went out to have a nice little brunch out to remember her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NfY84VpYPtc/TnLhyEYXoMI/AAAAAAAACLU/N3JIu1qw0LI/s1600/DSC01780.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NfY84VpYPtc/TnLhyEYXoMI/AAAAAAAACLU/N3JIu1qw0LI/s640/DSC01780.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then on Monday we went up to Sundance to ride the ski lift. I wasn't sure how this would go. But the kids loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vitwd8gY7TQ/TnLh-id2InI/AAAAAAAACLY/9vNUSzvLnUg/s1600/DSC01783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vitwd8gY7TQ/TnLh-id2InI/AAAAAAAACLY/9vNUSzvLnUg/s640/DSC01783.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ouMV4C38e34/TnLiMebqBOI/AAAAAAAACLc/C9oxyxvd-Eo/s1600/DSC01784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ouMV4C38e34/TnLiMebqBOI/AAAAAAAACLc/C9oxyxvd-Eo/s640/DSC01784.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KFycfzuiuEY/TnLiZZvyv4I/AAAAAAAACLg/N9giQZmbN5I/s1600/DSC01786.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KFycfzuiuEY/TnLiZZvyv4I/AAAAAAAACLg/N9giQZmbN5I/s640/DSC01786.JPG" width="458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here the kids are at the top. Caden wanted to hike the entire mountain. He started running up and down all the trails like a deer. Jake told me he doesn't really think hiking is that fun. Funny kid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-8087292298426884940?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/8087292298426884940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=8087292298426884940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/8087292298426884940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/8087292298426884940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/09/labor-day-weekend.html' title='Labor Day Weekend'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Kxir0shVKI/TnLhBwLCDlI/AAAAAAAACLI/L6APRn8cZDc/s72-c/DSC01635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-7469229204630718703</id><published>2011-09-03T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T22:25:55.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riverton vs Bingham Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2yCzfhgkTJQ/TnLZy4oJxRI/AAAAAAAACKo/yRWDKZhPuJo/s1600/DSC01734.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2yCzfhgkTJQ/TnLZy4oJxRI/AAAAAAAACKo/yRWDKZhPuJo/s640/DSC01734.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are a few pictures from our game last week against Bingham. We played a good game but made a few mistakes late in the game and ended up losing 6-0. But it was a good game and we are enjoying the nice weather while we still have it. Jake sure is proud to say Caden is his big Bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4WLN6ZA5ccM/TnLZ_TEJQKI/AAAAAAAACKs/PYznDba1nr0/s1600/DSC01735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4WLN6ZA5ccM/TnLZ_TEJQKI/AAAAAAAACKs/PYznDba1nr0/s640/DSC01735.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are Addi and Ambur waiting for the game to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0lQeCePbclE/TnLaJDI81wI/AAAAAAAACKw/T4JEfOzbcHc/s1600/DSC01746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="458" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0lQeCePbclE/TnLaJDI81wI/AAAAAAAACKw/T4JEfOzbcHc/s640/DSC01746.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jake gettin some eats during the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ohrC71Z5hWE/TnLaKuSoKTI/AAAAAAAACK0/0WwUqI4vdS8/s1600/DSC01751.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="468" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ohrC71Z5hWE/TnLaKuSoKTI/AAAAAAAACK0/0WwUqI4vdS8/s640/DSC01751.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1j1jPLV8jQI/TnLamcpnyjI/AAAAAAAACK4/E8QWY9AKSqc/s1600/DSC01758.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1j1jPLV8jQI/TnLamcpnyjI/AAAAAAAACK4/E8QWY9AKSqc/s640/DSC01758.JPG" width="468" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cFeQ1SWW9eY/TnLax_jHsoI/AAAAAAAACK8/mOf697zfxGY/s1600/DSC01759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="438" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cFeQ1SWW9eY/TnLax_jHsoI/AAAAAAAACK8/mOf697zfxGY/s640/DSC01759.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ambur, &amp;nbsp;Aunt Audrey and Aunt Linda. Linda flew into town and was nice enough to come right out to cheer for Caden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ud_p6q1buGQ/TnLa5NyC04I/AAAAAAAACLA/JFeq-EPCsIo/s1600/DSC01760.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="454" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ud_p6q1buGQ/TnLa5NyC04I/AAAAAAAACLA/JFeq-EPCsIo/s640/DSC01760.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nanny and Grandma Mary. Caden really is lucky to have some many family members who come out to support him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lvp4IPDI6eQ/TnLa-lZLQyI/AAAAAAAACLE/eO9Uklx8wEM/s1600/DSC01777.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lvp4IPDI6eQ/TnLa-lZLQyI/AAAAAAAACLE/eO9Uklx8wEM/s640/DSC01777.JPG" width="456" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-7469229204630718703?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/7469229204630718703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=7469229204630718703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/7469229204630718703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/7469229204630718703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/09/are-few-pictures-from-our-game-last.html' title='Riverton vs Bingham Week'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2yCzfhgkTJQ/TnLZy4oJxRI/AAAAAAAACKo/yRWDKZhPuJo/s72-c/DSC01734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-4952444116668973692</id><published>2011-08-31T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T21:07:05.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August Wrap Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s6RCS_klm4s/TmWX5bg9_NI/AAAAAAAACJg/VHdY33ipC4Q/s1600/DSC01690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="396" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s6RCS_klm4s/TmWX5bg9_NI/AAAAAAAACJg/VHdY33ipC4Q/s640/DSC01690.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are a few pictures and events to wrap up August. Above is a picture from our Fantasy Draft. This year we stayed here and had a simple draft. Still fun, but mellow. This will be our 6th year of this league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B7lP2xDvJbg/TmWYDdU6amI/AAAAAAAACJk/iSHgAvz8H3U/s1600/DSC01719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="472" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B7lP2xDvJbg/TmWYDdU6amI/AAAAAAAACJk/iSHgAvz8H3U/s640/DSC01719.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are Zach, Caden, Jake and Luke. Me and Bob took the boys up with us to Rice-Ecless to watch Riverton vs Herriman then the Alt vs Bingham game. Kids loved them some snow cones. Good games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2YVY1eqsBzo/TmWYjF1i37I/AAAAAAAACJo/y-e4yXSqsH8/s1600/DSC01720.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2YVY1eqsBzo/TmWYjF1i37I/AAAAAAAACJo/y-e4yXSqsH8/s640/DSC01720.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The last monday of the month we golfed in a charity golf tournament. In some sad news, my good friend Kurt Swensons dad has been diagnosed with cancer. They put together a great fund raiser at Thanksgiving point. It was an awesome turn out. And cool to see a Community come together for a good cause. We had a great foursome and enjoyed the day. Above is Brandon Fife and Steve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYmhJkCvd3g/TmWYu3dCPyI/AAAAAAAACJs/9J5GwwoLhGQ/s1600/DSC01721.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYmhJkCvd3g/TmWYu3dCPyI/AAAAAAAACJs/9J5GwwoLhGQ/s640/DSC01721.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here me and Maurice are ready to roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JNaTQPXJkpU/TmWY31JROtI/AAAAAAAACJw/XrVQfgybq9Q/s1600/DSC01727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="454" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JNaTQPXJkpU/TmWY31JROtI/AAAAAAAACJw/XrVQfgybq9Q/s640/DSC01727.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me, Steve and Fife. If Fife looks as lubed up as a WWE wrestler, it's because he was. He applied a nice layer of sun screen and then put a fine cook of bug repellant over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9wI25ZUjy2Y/TmWY-XcbZsI/AAAAAAAACJ0/xkeZJGj5z-M/s1600/DSC01728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9wI25ZUjy2Y/TmWY-XcbZsI/AAAAAAAACJ0/xkeZJGj5z-M/s640/DSC01728.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Maurice, Fife and Steve. There is a huge story behind the smile on these boys faces. I will tell it off the record. So if you want a hell of a laugh ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day for a good cause. Best wishes to Mr. Swenson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-4952444116668973692?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/4952444116668973692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=4952444116668973692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/4952444116668973692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/4952444116668973692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-wrap-up.html' title='August Wrap Up'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s6RCS_klm4s/TmWX5bg9_NI/AAAAAAAACJg/VHdY33ipC4Q/s72-c/DSC01690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-4025573600288811968</id><published>2011-08-27T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T20:33:06.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Game On!!!</title><content type='html'>After a long hot month of practice it is time to play some football. The month started with a full week of tryouts. Then we found out what team we were on. Then we started practice. Since Aug 1st we have had about 2 days off. Caden is on a team where he didn't know any kids, but he is making new friends very fast. These boys have worked hard to get ready to play. So Caden was so excited for his first game. He didn't play till 12:30 but woke me up around 7:30 telling me it was time to get ready. We played Olympus. Which was funny because thats where I grew up playing.  Here are a few pictures of how the day looked. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4_oeG-m2fBE/Tl0pQmMHa0I/AAAAAAAACI0/JhW5lwRzmUg/s1600/IMG_1606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646714872898480962" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4_oeG-m2fBE/Tl0pQmMHa0I/AAAAAAAACI0/JhW5lwRzmUg/s640/IMG_1606.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 290px;" width="464" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here Caden is right before the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-87H1gbZi5q8/Tl0pQpdjdiI/AAAAAAAACIs/cOKtINEGdhg/s1600/DSC01717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646714873776928290" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-87H1gbZi5q8/Tl0pQpdjdiI/AAAAAAAACIs/cOKtINEGdhg/s400/DSC01717.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a shot of me and Caden before the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TzFeqlbF-30/Tl0o5-NespI/AAAAAAAACIk/ATw0b3l5KJY/s1600/DSC01718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646714484209660562" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TzFeqlbF-30/Tl0o5-NespI/AAAAAAAACIk/ATw0b3l5KJY/s640/DSC01718.JPG" style="display: block; height: 300px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are 2 of his biggest fans. Addi (being a total goof ball) and Jake who was so proud to wear Cadens other jersey around on game day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6oily4p-Q2Y/Tl0o5vgLxFI/AAAAAAAACIc/SVjKgcpQn3s/s1600/VID00247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646714480261579858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6oily4p-Q2Y/Tl0o5vgLxFI/AAAAAAAACIc/SVjKgcpQn3s/s400/VID00247.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 225px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here the boys are lined up for there first play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5wliFOpBCU/Tl0o5ec4dYI/AAAAAAAACIU/n_BIvOa_-YU/s1600/VID00251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646714475684328834" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5wliFOpBCU/Tl0o5ec4dYI/AAAAAAAACIU/n_BIvOa_-YU/s400/VID00251.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 225px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Caden running for his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bWh3UUdJ25g/Tl0o5c-TKaI/AAAAAAAACIM/QsiSiSOM_g0/s1600/VID00274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646714475287620002" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bWh3UUdJ25g/Tl0o5c-TKaI/AAAAAAAACIM/QsiSiSOM_g0/s400/VID00274.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 241px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XtkM56JEm-A/Tl0o5HuPU3I/AAAAAAAACIE/7dlnSZhK4Lg/s1600/VID00266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646714469583115122" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XtkM56JEm-A/Tl0o5HuPU3I/AAAAAAAACIE/7dlnSZhK4Lg/s400/VID00266.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 259px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caden played great and told me after that he "likes the games a lot more than practice". All I can say is I am so happy football season is here. And that we never knew how fun it would be to watch our little guy play football. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-4025573600288811968?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/4025573600288811968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=4025573600288811968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/4025573600288811968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/4025573600288811968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/08/game-on.html' title='Game On!!!'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4_oeG-m2fBE/Tl0pQmMHa0I/AAAAAAAACI0/JhW5lwRzmUg/s72-c/IMG_1606.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-8115143920281174283</id><published>2011-08-23T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T16:41:12.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patty Turnes 50!!!</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday night we threw a surprise party for Patty. Ambur, Bill and Susan (Patty's Sister) have been planning this for a while now. We had it up at Susan and Ted's house. It was a nice Party. We had some nice shade tents set up with some tables underneath to let people eat on. Then the wind kicked up. We didn't have time to take them down so we just all grabbed a corner and hung on. The wind blew for a good 20 minutes as we just hung out and visited while keeping the tents from going air born.    &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CqN5u-AL1Xk/TlrLitodFvI/AAAAAAAACHs/hgml3fRXmJU/s1600/DSC01649.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CqN5u-AL1Xk/TlrLitodFvI/AAAAAAAACHs/hgml3fRXmJU/s400/DSC01649.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646048880087602930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we all are hanging on for dear life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oB7-Ap6UErE/TlrLiZqrq_I/AAAAAAAACHk/ja0bX-rjp1g/s1600/DSC01655.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oB7-Ap6UErE/TlrLiZqrq_I/AAAAAAAACHk/ja0bX-rjp1g/s400/DSC01655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646048874728238066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then it was back to swimming. Here is Caden ready to launch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YXfmm9N40T4/TlrKdPZu9QI/AAAAAAAACHc/wj7KtC6Znzw/s1600/DSC01657.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YXfmm9N40T4/TlrKdPZu9QI/AAAAAAAACHc/wj7KtC6Znzw/s400/DSC01657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646047686561821954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake jumping off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mt5lbDC6uw/TlrKckTZMNI/AAAAAAAACHU/lLM5ogLOl3g/s1600/DSC01659.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mt5lbDC6uw/TlrKckTZMNI/AAAAAAAACHU/lLM5ogLOl3g/s400/DSC01659.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646047674992505042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my sweet girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uXZH07-WCog/TlrKcdWYuNI/AAAAAAAACHM/U4cUHm_Gjas/s1600/DSC01661.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uXZH07-WCog/TlrKcdWYuNI/AAAAAAAACHM/U4cUHm_Gjas/s400/DSC01661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646047673126009042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are singing to the "Old LAdy" herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H1Q94976h28/TlrKcWT5SKI/AAAAAAAACHE/uAzJO90JJAE/s1600/DSC01667.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H1Q94976h28/TlrKcWT5SKI/AAAAAAAACHE/uAzJO90JJAE/s400/DSC01667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646047671236511906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am with my sweet "little" girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Fk7eN3bqMo/TlrKb6G1A1I/AAAAAAAACG8/3RO8gftyTHc/s1600/DSC01668.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Fk7eN3bqMo/TlrKb6G1A1I/AAAAAAAACG8/3RO8gftyTHc/s400/DSC01668.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646047663665513298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A nice family shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OMC9vY5gT0Y/TlrJfyRimGI/AAAAAAAACG0/pjIJxSsuyhs/s1600/DSC01677.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OMC9vY5gT0Y/TlrJfyRimGI/AAAAAAAACG0/pjIJxSsuyhs/s400/DSC01677.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646046630770808930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Patty with Addi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uCNq510JCL0/TlrJfWWyFZI/AAAAAAAACGs/4VfFBpQ_ai4/s1600/DSC01678.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uCNq510JCL0/TlrJfWWyFZI/AAAAAAAACGs/4VfFBpQ_ai4/s400/DSC01678.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646046623276602770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ambur's cousin Brittany and Aunt Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_EcdHG_wsg/TlrJfO_CviI/AAAAAAAACGk/HqILeidVzsI/s1600/DSC01679.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_EcdHG_wsg/TlrJfO_CviI/AAAAAAAACGk/HqILeidVzsI/s400/DSC01679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646046621297983010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bills brother Kingsley, his lady (cant remember name) and Grandpa Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1iZU6muKS4U/TlrJexp2VOI/AAAAAAAACGc/AX01hCBW9Pg/s1600/DSC01680.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1iZU6muKS4U/TlrJexp2VOI/AAAAAAAACGc/AX01hCBW9Pg/s400/DSC01680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646046613424461026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nanny and Uncle Rodger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ue2sqyqrHLg/TlrJeghshZI/AAAAAAAACGU/wsUCZt10Z_U/s1600/DSC01681.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ue2sqyqrHLg/TlrJeghshZI/AAAAAAAACGU/wsUCZt10Z_U/s400/DSC01681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646046608826860946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xtu33vZXU4k/TlrIgjBDrtI/AAAAAAAACGM/c8JHKNEqJ3o/s1600/DSC01682.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xtu33vZXU4k/TlrIgjBDrtI/AAAAAAAACGM/c8JHKNEqJ3o/s400/DSC01682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646045544343383762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caden crashed out. He was beat tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VZ7NqOsyuCs/TlrIgY8UNzI/AAAAAAAACGE/-sepEPsd9pI/s1600/DSC01683.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VZ7NqOsyuCs/TlrIgY8UNzI/AAAAAAAACGE/-sepEPsd9pI/s400/DSC01683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646045541639141170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake hanging on Braxton's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x7iaMQsNa44/TlrIgI6jrDI/AAAAAAAACF8/WHZbo-wLKOw/s1600/DSC01684.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x7iaMQsNa44/TlrIgI6jrDI/AAAAAAAACF8/WHZbo-wLKOw/s400/DSC01684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646045537336798258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Ambur's cousin Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U8-h6oO8ZOo/TlrIf5j6frI/AAAAAAAACF0/TPBM2__eM1c/s1600/DSC01686.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U8-h6oO8ZOo/TlrIf5j6frI/AAAAAAAACF0/TPBM2__eM1c/s400/DSC01686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646045533215293106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Patty and the other Aunt Susan (Dimmitt Side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sfGiU8DDyqc/TlrIfQ81OnI/AAAAAAAACFs/iZqgm49q6Zg/s1600/DSC01687.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sfGiU8DDyqc/TlrIfQ81OnI/AAAAAAAACFs/iZqgm49q6Zg/s400/DSC01687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646045522313951858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Addi was also beat by the end of the day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great party. We all had a good time and I think Patty was really surprised. Happy Birthday Grandma Patty! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-8115143920281174283?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/8115143920281174283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=8115143920281174283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/8115143920281174283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/8115143920281174283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/08/patty-turnes-50.html' title='Patty Turnes 50!!!'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CqN5u-AL1Xk/TlrLitodFvI/AAAAAAAACHs/hgml3fRXmJU/s72-c/DSC01649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-5304594999467948460</id><published>2011-08-22T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T08:47:27.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEYERS SUMMER 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Razi9jO1BXU?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little Video clip from our summer. The song on here was playing in our car all summer as we drove around. Sad to see summer over and school going again. The last picture on the video is our favorite. Hope you find this entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-5304594999467948460?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/5304594999467948460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=5304594999467948460' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/5304594999467948460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/5304594999467948460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/08/meyers-summer-2011.html' title='MEYERS SUMMER 2011'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Razi9jO1BXU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-8622244100203325325</id><published>2011-08-15T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T23:29:22.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; night after the BBQ, we got the kids to bed. Monday was back to school. So kids are in bed and we are winding down. Around 11:00 PM my phone rings. I look at it and its Bob &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tueller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My thoughts were "whats going on"? 10 years ago this wouldn't have been a weird time for a call. But we are old men now. We don't call that late. So I answered, and Bob(who works for channel 2) told me Casey Scott was doing a shoot from Raging Waters the next morning and needed extra kids. I told him thanks, but no thanks. I explained it was my kids first day of school. Bob then went on to tell me just what a lame dad I was and the kids were only needed till 8:00 AM so they would still be to school by 8:30. I thought it sounded a little overboard but decided why not. So I woke the kids up at 5:15 AM and we were off to the water park. We got there by 6:00 and it was lights, camera, action.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j2FGA7b2kQs/TlAb_u08FDI/AAAAAAAACC0/aDeRjmLzUHA/s1600/DSC01634.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j2FGA7b2kQs/TlAb_u08FDI/AAAAAAAACC0/aDeRjmLzUHA/s400/DSC01634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643041114811012146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are Jake, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Makai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Johnson, then Luke, Zach and a bunch of their cousins with Casey Scott as the sun was getting ready to come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yQ3bfFeLNdA/TlAbmLAh1gI/AAAAAAAACCs/s5oF8ButKbI/s1600/DSC01637.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yQ3bfFeLNdA/TlAbmLAh1gI/AAAAAAAACCs/s5oF8ButKbI/s400/DSC01637.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643040675699217922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids were cut loose in the park to do whatever they wanted as the news filmed their show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-npsa31i_2TI/TlAbmB8OkkI/AAAAAAAACCk/ePP-MIeWvrU/s1600/DSC01638.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-npsa31i_2TI/TlAbmB8OkkI/AAAAAAAACCk/ePP-MIeWvrU/s400/DSC01638.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643040673265259074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here they are as they got ready to chant "Weather Wedgie" into the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K2hc5Zb6ROE/TlAblkthXOI/AAAAAAAACCc/ZAFZhGpqvFo/s1600/DSC01643.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K2hc5Zb6ROE/TlAblkthXOI/AAAAAAAACCc/ZAFZhGpqvFo/s400/DSC01643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643040665418947810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We then bolted to the car. Where we had clothes packed and the kids changed for school. Here is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; and Jake in parking lot after changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IHKD66Ll0bI/TlAblT_Kd-I/AAAAAAAACCU/yC_CfQ9_0Z0/s1600/DSC01644.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IHKD66Ll0bI/TlAblT_Kd-I/AAAAAAAACCU/yC_CfQ9_0Z0/s400/DSC01644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643040660929542114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gOuLYitQY8o/TlAblLfcdbI/AAAAAAAACCM/NATqYLexWkc/s1600/DSC01645.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gOuLYitQY8o/TlAblLfcdbI/AAAAAAAACCM/NATqYLexWkc/s400/DSC01645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643040658649019826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made it to school by 8:30. So it was all good. Fun adventure that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure the boys will remember. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CAuse&lt;/span&gt; who really gets to go to ride water slides before school. So my boys are glad Bob talked me into this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-8622244100203325325?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/8622244100203325325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=8622244100203325325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/8622244100203325325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/8622244100203325325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j2FGA7b2kQs/TlAb_u08FDI/AAAAAAAACC0/aDeRjmLzUHA/s72-c/DSC01634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-3179363869043523784</id><published>2011-08-14T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T13:33:55.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer BBQ</title><content type='html'>Sunday night we had a BBQ at our house. Uncle Dave from Dallas was in town. Plus it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Paige's&lt;/span&gt; (Steve &amp;amp; Teresa's girl) birthday. So all the more reason to get together. Dave and Audrey brought out some killer Pulled Pork Sandwiches. Good food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1MyzNYxXGZo/TlAYyFLhR7I/AAAAAAAACCE/4SmYNy66eXI/s1600/DSC01628.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1MyzNYxXGZo/TlAYyFLhR7I/AAAAAAAACCE/4SmYNy66eXI/s400/DSC01628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643037581758252978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steve, Uncle Dave, and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OBJexd6I6c0/TlAYx98mlvI/AAAAAAAACB8/DnHN1rpJYjw/s1600/DSC01625.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OBJexd6I6c0/TlAYx98mlvI/AAAAAAAACB8/DnHN1rpJYjw/s400/DSC01625.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643037579816638194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Raquel, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt;,Jake and Savanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X38J-J-8RQ0/TlAYxuyflCI/AAAAAAAACB0/M94CV4Jr9ow/s1600/DSC01629.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X38J-J-8RQ0/TlAYxuyflCI/AAAAAAAACB0/M94CV4Jr9ow/s400/DSC01629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643037575747703842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bec&lt;/span&gt; and Audrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SzngRzJA2E4/TlAYxXIsjBI/AAAAAAAACBs/Kt7vH1qgC-8/s1600/DSC01631.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SzngRzJA2E4/TlAYxXIsjBI/AAAAAAAACBs/Kt7vH1qgC-8/s400/DSC01631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643037569398377490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ambur, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bec&lt;/span&gt;, Teressa and my Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UcmCqcMtA8/TlAYxF18bVI/AAAAAAAACBk/B8y8b7klHyk/s1600/DSC01633.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UcmCqcMtA8/TlAYxF18bVI/AAAAAAAACBk/B8y8b7klHyk/s400/DSC01633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643037564756323666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the Cousins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-3179363869043523784?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/3179363869043523784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=3179363869043523784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/3179363869043523784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/3179363869043523784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-bbq.html' title='Summer BBQ'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1MyzNYxXGZo/TlAYyFLhR7I/AAAAAAAACCE/4SmYNy66eXI/s72-c/DSC01628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-9182005169233467619</id><published>2011-08-13T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T07:48:34.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday without Mom</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday Ambur picked up a shift at work that would leave us home all day without her. She was very worried as to what I would do to get by. As she got up and left for work I told her not to worry as I rolled over and went back to bed. This whole staying home with the kids got off to a great start. Who doesn't love them some sleeping in. Then we all rolled out of bed. After watching Spong Bob till about 10:30 we decided we should eat. So we all loaded up on some cereal. Around 11:30 I got a strong shot of ambition, so I got the kids off the couch and we cleaned there rooms. I also knocked out a few loads of laundry. By 1:oo we were exhausted and decided we should reward ourselves and our hard work with a trip to the pool. So it was off to the Gym pool. I got the kids in there swim suites and we were on our way. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5KDLbCXcdCg/TkifM6aVI9I/AAAAAAAACA0/aX80RrH3beI/s1600/IMG00246-20110806-1405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640933577468486610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5KDLbCXcdCg/TkifM6aVI9I/AAAAAAAACA0/aX80RrH3beI/s400/IMG00246-20110806-1405.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here the kids are ready to roll. This was a picture we sent to Ambur to keep her posted on our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1_Z-ZskC-k8/TkifDlVnzbI/AAAAAAAACAs/HfSFs4SSwys/s1600/DSC01613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640933417192770994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1_Z-ZskC-k8/TkifDlVnzbI/AAAAAAAACAs/HfSFs4SSwys/s400/DSC01613.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here the kids were hanging at the pool. This pool business is tough stuff. Lay there, try not to get burned, inventory your kids every couple minutes to make sure they haven't drowned, inventory the other parents at the pool, oh ya, and drink a cold drink when your thirsty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the pool I was just not feeling like cooking, so it was a quick stop for Pizza then home. I mean, who has the energy to cook after a long day at the pool watching kids? When we got home I told the kids to go in and change out of their swimsuits. The next picture is what Jake came out looking like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rr9S3iphsGg/TkifDbe871I/AAAAAAAACAk/7EXkAx8zbFM/s1600/DSC01616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640933414547550034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rr9S3iphsGg/TkifDbe871I/AAAAAAAACAk/7EXkAx8zbFM/s400/DSC01616.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we ate our Pizza(that i felt like I slaved over), I was stressing over how I was going to keep the kids entertained. Then a knock on the door came. It was the Nixon boys wanting to play. Perfect. Easy street here I come, errrrr I mean it was tough sitting in the front yard and watching them play. But I managed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ESett1gryq4/TkifDO5WX4I/AAAAAAAACAc/Nxr4z3ePLB8/s1600/DSC01618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640933411168608130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ESett1gryq4/TkifDO5WX4I/AAAAAAAACAc/Nxr4z3ePLB8/s400/DSC01618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HASjoL8f_tU/TkifC1vxDnI/AAAAAAAACAU/LUrYRxJvTKM/s1600/DSC01620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640933404417527410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HASjoL8f_tU/TkifC1vxDnI/AAAAAAAACAU/LUrYRxJvTKM/s400/DSC01620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eBKmcTNin6c/TkifCrwIPZI/AAAAAAAACAM/wMkn9tlARdc/s1600/IMG00251-20110806-2047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640933401734692242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eBKmcTNin6c/TkifCrwIPZI/AAAAAAAACAM/wMkn9tlARdc/s400/IMG00251-20110806-2047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Ambur got home late Saturday night all the kids were in bed and I was up on the couch waiting for her. I was dead beat. She came in and was wanting to get frisky, but there was just no way that was going to happen. She didn't even ask how my day was or comment on how nice the house looked. She just wanted me to give it up. I told here how tired I was from my long day with the kids. I mean really, Sleeping in, swimming, eating pizza and watching kids play. Who has time for making whoopee after a day like that??? Had she offered me a back rub, I may have considered it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now understand how all you women out there feel. I really respect the trials you go through on a daily bases. The demands put on me this saturday were almost to much to bare. I really need a night out now.I didn't even have time to mix in a run to Cafe Rio. Hard to imagine how drained I would be had I tried mixing that in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-9182005169233467619?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/9182005169233467619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=9182005169233467619' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/9182005169233467619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/9182005169233467619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/08/saturday-without-mom.html' title='Saturday without Mom'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5KDLbCXcdCg/TkifM6aVI9I/AAAAAAAACA0/aX80RrH3beI/s72-c/IMG00246-20110806-1405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-5737490806134460889</id><published>2011-08-01T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T22:16:35.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football is Finally Here</title><content type='html'>Caden is 8 years old and in Riverton that means he is finally old enough to play "Tackle " football. To say he is excited would be a massive understatement. This is a picture on his first day of tryouts. He is ready to roll. Since he got his pads 4 weeks ago he puts them on at least once a day. I get home from work and he will be sitting at the table waiting for me in full gear telling me its time to go out and practice. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1_QC4Wf_Yic/Tj9vz6679nI/AAAAAAAAB7w/Sak-0EfF9Nc/s1600/DSC01611.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1_QC4Wf_Yic/Tj9vz6679nI/AAAAAAAAB7w/Sak-0EfF9Nc/s400/DSC01611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638348196271617650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-5737490806134460889?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/5737490806134460889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=5737490806134460889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/5737490806134460889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/5737490806134460889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/08/finally-here.html' title='Football is Finally Here'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1_QC4Wf_Yic/Tj9vz6679nI/AAAAAAAAB7w/Sak-0EfF9Nc/s72-c/DSC01611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-3868803298290802252</id><published>2011-07-24T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T20:37:17.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Powell Final Day</title><content type='html'>Sunday we woke up and it felt like the last day. It was time to pack up camp and get out of there. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DZ7qUpgKl5M/TjYbiFbOi7I/AAAAAAAABzo/16-w5Op1wo8/s1600/DSC01516.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DZ7qUpgKl5M/TjYbiFbOi7I/AAAAAAAABzo/16-w5Op1wo8/s400/DSC01516.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635722256086633394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a family picture of us. Once again, thanks Jake for the face. I could do a 20 picture post on family pictures that he's pulling face's in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sdx_wC5IN5w/TjYbHPxV6UI/AAAAAAAABzg/H0gn09iPt3o/s1600/262889_10150318668031066_698356065_9940824_350302_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sdx_wC5IN5w/TjYbHPxV6UI/AAAAAAAABzg/H0gn09iPt3o/s400/262889_10150318668031066_698356065_9940824_350302_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635721795007277378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a shot of everyone. Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--qLUj2uVrRU/TjYbG5wobqI/AAAAAAAABzY/397sBDcU_xI/s1600/DSC01520.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--qLUj2uVrRU/TjYbG5wobqI/AAAAAAAABzY/397sBDcU_xI/s400/DSC01520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635721789098716834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then the real fun started when we went to get the boat out of the water. Our outdrive on the boat wouldn't work. This means the prop wont come up. Me and Steve spent about 90 minutes at the launch ramp building blocks on the trailer to get the boat up high enough to fix it without breaking anything. No pictures of this experience. i was busy in water, and Ambur was busy keeping kids cooled off in the water. Then we discovered that one of my tires was about to blow. Luckily we were able to switch it with the spare before it blew. But good news is, we made it home with out any further problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bmrAkZRFXX8/TjYbGqvYDDI/AAAAAAAABzQ/wk9P5mn4shQ/s1600/DSC01522.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bmrAkZRFXX8/TjYbGqvYDDI/AAAAAAAABzQ/wk9P5mn4shQ/s400/DSC01522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635721785066916914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here me and Ambur are. We pulled it off. Another Lake Powell trip under our belts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B-Qcg991YnE/TjYbGfEtrQI/AAAAAAAABzI/8Y9O0B3mFug/s1600/DSC01524.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B-Qcg991YnE/TjYbGfEtrQI/AAAAAAAABzI/8Y9O0B3mFug/s400/DSC01524.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635721781935189250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All we needed was a stop at Stan's Burger Shak in Hanksville. This is always a nice stop on the way home. i packed our bags away in the boat with the clothes, so no shirts and only swimsuits the entire way home.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We really had a great trip. Thanks to Grandpa Scott and Vera for getting the house boat. Me and Ambur love Powell. We were raised going there every summer. So it is so fun to see the love for the lake taking place in our kids. Good good times. Can't wait for the next trip.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-3868803298290802252?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/3868803298290802252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=3868803298290802252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/3868803298290802252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/3868803298290802252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/07/lake-powell-final-day.html' title='Lake Powell Final Day'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DZ7qUpgKl5M/TjYbiFbOi7I/AAAAAAAABzo/16-w5Op1wo8/s72-c/DSC01516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-2937517950963224054</id><published>2011-07-23T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T07:58:07.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Powell Day #3</title><content type='html'>Day 3 brought more of the same. Wake up and get in some shade. Here Addi is throwing down some of her Favorite's. Powdered Doughnuts. She loves them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l_EcalAibFI/TjYTOlBcjDI/AAAAAAAABzA/Y00lST8KY3g/s1600/DSC01477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635713124878027826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l_EcalAibFI/TjYTOlBcjDI/AAAAAAAABzA/Y00lST8KY3g/s400/DSC01477.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we all loaded up and headed for Rainbow Bridge. It took all 4 boats to fit everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdkZe4_1844/TjYTOceHvQI/AAAAAAAABy4/6sd-qcz3lAc/s1600/DSC01485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635713122582379778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdkZe4_1844/TjYTOceHvQI/AAAAAAAABy4/6sd-qcz3lAc/s400/DSC01485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here Jake is on the ride to Rainbow. He had started getting a rash from his life jacket on his neck. So the bandana was to help keep the jacket from making the rash worse. About half way to Rainbow my boat was over heating a bit. So everyone except me and Steve loaded on other boats and kept going. Me and Steve stayed on our boat and started the ride back. We headed up Iceberg Canyon and went up to a hidden lake. There is a place where a huge rock slide made a natural dam and formed a hidden lake you cant get boats to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TCeWeqOhQP8/TjYSmgvzXwI/AAAAAAAAByw/hpJxFBV0a5U/s1600/DSC00236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635712436535516930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TCeWeqOhQP8/TjYSmgvzXwI/AAAAAAAAByw/hpJxFBV0a5U/s400/DSC00236.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We tied the boat off to a tree, swam in, then hiked up to the other lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rzy_aZVl8ms/TjYSmPLHmDI/AAAAAAAAByo/P_LvyOQe44c/s1600/DSC00238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635712431818250290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rzy_aZVl8ms/TjYSmPLHmDI/AAAAAAAAByo/P_LvyOQe44c/s400/DSC00238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xSm_UQlm1LQ/TjYSl5IGyoI/AAAAAAAAByg/xEF_Tj88cM0/s1600/DSC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635712425900034690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xSm_UQlm1LQ/TjYSl5IGyoI/AAAAAAAAByg/xEF_Tj88cM0/s400/DSC00240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here is Steve with the lake in the back ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fv1w7jekCG8/TjYSln_UzcI/AAAAAAAAByY/DkqapxF14FI/s1600/DSC01490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635712421299801538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fv1w7jekCG8/TjYSln_UzcI/AAAAAAAAByY/DkqapxF14FI/s400/DSC01490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we took our time getting back and stopped and fished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UNZaR0duBdQ/TjYRc1ksOqI/AAAAAAAAByQ/8g1zn6d7Amc/s1600/DSC00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635711170815736482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UNZaR0duBdQ/TjYRc1ksOqI/AAAAAAAAByQ/8g1zn6d7Amc/s400/DSC00245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here is a view of our little camp from on top the house boat. Nice and away from all the hustle and bustle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5bzhnVHFnA/TjYRclTHViI/AAAAAAAAByI/1Nr9o8ctciU/s1600/DSC01491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635711166447048226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5bzhnVHFnA/TjYRclTHViI/AAAAAAAAByI/1Nr9o8ctciU/s400/DSC01491.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then when everyone got back from Rainbow it was relax time. All the dudes headed to the hang out. Ambur made an awesome Spaghetti dinner for everyone. Here Morgan and Randy are hangin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_EJWlbUwIFs/TjYRcVKMjoI/AAAAAAAAByA/oc7GHM_4oYk/s1600/DSC01493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635711162114674306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_EJWlbUwIFs/TjYRcVKMjoI/AAAAAAAAByA/oc7GHM_4oYk/s400/DSC01493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mvLlVo4zHmQ/TjYRcGoIjUI/AAAAAAAABx4/qo0EzpNu13g/s1600/DSC01495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635711158213709122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mvLlVo4zHmQ/TjYRcGoIjUI/AAAAAAAABx4/qo0EzpNu13g/s400/DSC01495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Toffer (Ambur's cousin) and Jake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eLNbN7DjPY8/TjYQC9X_xpI/AAAAAAAABxw/2-gq6RN1Rrg/s1600/DSC01497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635709626721748626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eLNbN7DjPY8/TjYQC9X_xpI/AAAAAAAABxw/2-gq6RN1Rrg/s400/DSC01497.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had our own little radio that kept us entertained. Here Steve is in the "Pink Floyd" part of the evening. He was in a zone. Just chillen. While Randy threw down some din din. And Morgan flexed his stomach mussels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9YPKbfRtL0Y/TjYQCl4AYhI/AAAAAAAABxo/sEXrPxiWT2o/s1600/DSC01502.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SaIbKl3kORA/TjYQCZl9jMI/AAAAAAAABxg/fs6X-FfaTZ4/s1600/DSC01502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635709617116646594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SaIbKl3kORA/TjYQCZl9jMI/AAAAAAAABxg/fs6X-FfaTZ4/s400/DSC01502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ambur decided to head down the beach from the house boat and pay us a visit. She was curious to see what was so cool at our dude hang out. She obviously found it, and was allowed to sit on my lap for a nice photo opp. But then she was escorted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FpSHaGwUwDY/TjYQBB5vuiI/AAAAAAAABxY/YLg0q0Q_oxs/s1600/DSC01506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635709593577306658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FpSHaGwUwDY/TjYQBB5vuiI/AAAAAAAABxY/YLg0q0Q_oxs/s400/DSC01506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Toffer and kelly. (Ambur's other cousin). Kelly won the award for best swim suit. She picked it up while on Safari in Africa. The camera couldn't even get in focus for this picture. Thats how wild the swim suit was. She also won the award for stealing the most drinks out of my cooler. Not that I cared or was really paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-2937517950963224054?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/2937517950963224054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=2937517950963224054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/2937517950963224054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/2937517950963224054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/07/lake-powell-day-3.html' title='Lake Powell Day #3'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l_EcalAibFI/TjYTOlBcjDI/AAAAAAAABzA/Y00lST8KY3g/s72-c/DSC01477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-4866286092176448769</id><published>2011-07-22T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T17:46:23.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Powell Day #2</title><content type='html'>The first night we slept like crap. I swear it was so hot in our tent. I really think your body takes a full day to acclimate to the heat. But we woke up and had some breakfast. We kept it supper simple. Muffins, Doughnuts and Cereal. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCjM2MeBdfE/TjSZcFeYgdI/AAAAAAAABxQ/hb7z8a6sMKw/s1600/DSC01441.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCjM2MeBdfE/TjSZcFeYgdI/AAAAAAAABxQ/hb7z8a6sMKw/s400/DSC01441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635297741532332498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here Caden is with Grandpa Scott and Dozer(Morgans dog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NGmPJucBVSI/TjSZb8mU-nI/AAAAAAAABxI/FmaEduy4dTs/s1600/DSC01442.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NGmPJucBVSI/TjSZb8mU-nI/AAAAAAAABxI/FmaEduy4dTs/s400/DSC01442.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635297739149736562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qMXVdzpgJag/TjSZbmblFDI/AAAAAAAABxA/CuRA2CkoNr8/s1600/DSC01443.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qMXVdzpgJag/TjSZbmblFDI/AAAAAAAABxA/CuRA2CkoNr8/s400/DSC01443.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635297733199074354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a view from our camp of all the boats. We had 5 boats and some 45 or so people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mVKUew3eifg/TjSZbCurO_I/AAAAAAAABw4/bxgG0HM79Mk/s1600/DSC01446.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mVKUew3eifg/TjSZbCurO_I/AAAAAAAABw4/bxgG0HM79Mk/s400/DSC01446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635297723615493106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the boys wanted to do was swim and fish. Here they are again off the back of the boat doing the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MGzQnhUr9Bk/TjSYZZu9PlI/AAAAAAAABww/JKoraIVfWxc/s1600/DSC01447.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MGzQnhUr9Bk/TjSYZZu9PlI/AAAAAAAABww/JKoraIVfWxc/s400/DSC01447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635296595919322706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is some meat ball I found on the docks friday morning. Yep, thats Uncle Steve. He was heading up to do some scouting in the mountains, but a few phone calls from me on Thursday and a few Picture messages of the lake, he was persuaded to come down and join us. We were happy he did. And even happier he wore his awesome old football jersey. Nothing says "Cool" like a cowboy hat and net jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8FCNi1j3b8/TjSYZJioH0I/AAAAAAAABwo/uD9H3Pb2eHQ/s1600/DSC01453.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8FCNi1j3b8/TjSYZJioH0I/AAAAAAAABwo/uD9H3Pb2eHQ/s400/DSC01453.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635296591572639554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ambur with her dad Scott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aeBIIxddOOw/TjSYYqXhAII/AAAAAAAABwg/Rm48a6amdFk/s1600/DSC00226.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aeBIIxddOOw/TjSYYqXhAII/AAAAAAAABwg/Rm48a6amdFk/s400/DSC00226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635296583204536450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Towards the end of the day, we decided to stop and do some cliff jumping as we headed back to camp. This is Steve jumping off one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Fj-GicGsOM/TjSYX523Y5I/AAAAAAAABwY/By3Qu65rMq4/s1600/DSC00229.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Fj-GicGsOM/TjSYX523Y5I/AAAAAAAABwY/By3Qu65rMq4/s400/DSC00229.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635296570182689682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Jake decided he wanted a go at it. It took a minute to talk him into it. But he was brave and went for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rQfs9UgebrY/TjSXbgT_U4I/AAAAAAAABwQ/ybcdmMFlFRs/s1600/DSC01463.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rQfs9UgebrY/TjSXbgT_U4I/AAAAAAAABwQ/ybcdmMFlFRs/s400/DSC01463.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635295532533371778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we got back to camp it was straight to our shade. We were the only ones with a shade tent. So it was the place to be. It turned into a refuge for all the guys who wanted a break from the house boat. The house boat was nice and cool(for the first day, then AC broke), but way to crowded. Here me and Steve are throwing back some chips and salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vsu-tVmFQlE/TjSXbV2aIZI/AAAAAAAABwI/471xd-oLvh4/s1600/DSC01468.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vsu-tVmFQlE/TjSXbV2aIZI/AAAAAAAABwI/471xd-oLvh4/s400/DSC01468.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635295529724944786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every night after the sun went down the kids would get the lines back in the water and fish. It was fun to watch how much they enjoyed it. And also how busy it kept them. They would start fishing and we wouldn't hear from them for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pzOJwkFWhkg/TjSXa0TgIKI/AAAAAAAABwA/IiPOEKoDcQ8/s1600/DSC01469.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pzOJwkFWhkg/TjSXa0TgIKI/AAAAAAAABwA/IiPOEKoDcQ8/s400/DSC01469.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635295520720167074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here Caden is hauling in another Catfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ffUEeIXFiBo/TjSXaVmU7pI/AAAAAAAABv4/Drt2ps7nZSQ/s1600/DSC01472.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ffUEeIXFiBo/TjSXaVmU7pI/AAAAAAAABv4/Drt2ps7nZSQ/s400/DSC01472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635295512477626002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here Addi is sitting on my lap as we just chilled and hung out at night. The nights were so nice. Once the sun went down it was so relaxing to just hang out and talk with every one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-4866286092176448769?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/4866286092176448769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=4866286092176448769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/4866286092176448769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/4866286092176448769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/07/lake-powell-day-2.html' title='Lake Powell Day #2'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCjM2MeBdfE/TjSZcFeYgdI/AAAAAAAABxQ/hb7z8a6sMKw/s72-c/DSC01441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-3506005772254799165</id><published>2011-07-21T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T16:39:19.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Powell Day #1</title><content type='html'>It is finally time for our Lake Powell trip. We got all loaded up on Wednesday night. When you are a little kid you don't fully understand just how much work it is to get loaded up and ready for a trip to Lake Powell. Brande Lunt was nice enough to come over and help us load up. Ambur was feeling sick, so it was nice of Brande to come help. After about 3 hours of sleep, we loaded the sleeping kids in the car and started driving around 3:30 AM&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FvT0NGOC9BI/TjSSNBkZW1I/AAAAAAAABvw/5yCDEevdfCA/s1600/DSC01412.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FvT0NGOC9BI/TjSSNBkZW1I/AAAAAAAABvw/5yCDEevdfCA/s400/DSC01412.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635289786204379986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am ready to start the drive. As I fought of the tiredness as I drove while my family slept, I was again reflective and appreciative of my parents and all the times they hauled us down to Lake Powell when we were young. So thanks Mom and Dad. Lake Powell is a ton of work. And thats just getting there. But we all know just how worth it it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-01GPwHSGPI8/TjSSMze38JI/AAAAAAAABvo/K_TVMO3uL-4/s1600/IMG00221-20110721-1017.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-01GPwHSGPI8/TjSSMze38JI/AAAAAAAABvo/K_TVMO3uL-4/s400/IMG00221-20110721-1017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635289782423122066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We launched around 8:30 AM. Here we are heading across Bullfrog Bay heading to find our camp site. Addi loves to sit up right in the front of the boat as we go "Cruisin" as she calls it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJO8M7aEe5c/TjSSM6_Wa3I/AAAAAAAABvg/7JY3y6q6UX8/s1600/DSC01413.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJO8M7aEe5c/TjSSM6_Wa3I/AAAAAAAABvg/7JY3y6q6UX8/s400/DSC01413.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635289784438385522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got to our camp site and the boys got right to fishing. Here they are on the back of Morgan's boat. Just had just caught a Catfish here. The boys love fishen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ENVUdPFcrP8/TjSRg9Qj5eI/AAAAAAAABvY/IfwrBab80_w/s1600/DSC01421.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ENVUdPFcrP8/TjSRg9Qj5eI/AAAAAAAABvY/IfwrBab80_w/s400/DSC01421.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635289029133198818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Addi wearing Jake's hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CuIZu1iPMdQ/TjSRgg5b81I/AAAAAAAABvQ/Ks5PzJJGzBM/s1600/DSC01423.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CuIZu1iPMdQ/TjSRgg5b81I/AAAAAAAABvQ/Ks5PzJJGzBM/s400/DSC01423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635289021520016210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every afternoon we like to head up a canyon with a high rock wall where we can hide in the shade. Here Caden is after a nice swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3cjRqpqV0Q/TjSRDGSYssI/AAAAAAAABvI/oN43g2rMlBo/s1600/DSC01427.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3cjRqpqV0Q/TjSRDGSYssI/AAAAAAAABvI/oN43g2rMlBo/s400/DSC01427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635288516160697026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Addi and Jake swimming up the canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UvpPNyCbi5M/TjSRCi0ueMI/AAAAAAAABvA/Ees64rKQe0Y/s1600/DSC01429.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UvpPNyCbi5M/TjSRCi0ueMI/AAAAAAAABvA/Ees64rKQe0Y/s400/DSC01429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635288506641053890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZEmd72Dfs0/TjSQeCB-JfI/AAAAAAAABu4/EfqHK0oZuno/s1600/DSC01431.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZEmd72Dfs0/TjSQeCB-JfI/AAAAAAAABu4/EfqHK0oZuno/s400/DSC01431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635287879362946546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here Ambur (in middle) and a few others were floating in the "Relaxation Station". This was a popular spot to hang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K8sAqKgxoA/TjSQdsd16QI/AAAAAAAABuw/h9Zy3CoQuv8/s1600/DSC01432.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K8sAqKgxoA/TjSQdsd16QI/AAAAAAAABuw/h9Zy3CoQuv8/s400/DSC01432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635287873574267138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The house boat had a slide off the back of it that was the other hot spot. Here Caden is before a run down the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYn6qbr-2wQ/TjSP8SMjz2I/AAAAAAAABuo/lopGPzORrYE/s1600/DSC01439.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYn6qbr-2wQ/TjSP8SMjz2I/AAAAAAAABuo/lopGPzORrYE/s400/DSC01439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635287299586772834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Uncle Randy. He and Morgan went down on Monday to hang out and find a good camp spot. He was down there for 7 days total. That is a tall task in that heat. You can see from the bed sheet hanging up, they found a few tricks to beat the heat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-3506005772254799165?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/3506005772254799165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=3506005772254799165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/3506005772254799165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/3506005772254799165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/07/lake-powell-day-1.html' title='Lake Powell Day #1'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FvT0NGOC9BI/TjSSNBkZW1I/AAAAAAAABvw/5yCDEevdfCA/s72-c/DSC01412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-8867463294597044365</id><published>2011-07-15T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T17:14:48.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Yard Carnival.</title><content type='html'>Ambur had a crazy idea. She knew she was watching a few kids, but decided whats the difference between 12 kids or 30 kids. So she planned a back yard Carnival and invited everyone around. She figured why not enjoy the summer heat and keep the kids entertained. They had face painting, bounce house, jumping on tramp with water, and I heard some 300 water balloons were tied.  She cooked hot dogs for the kids and BBQ'd chicken for the moms. (I think there as many mom's as kids at this) I of course was gone to work. On things like this I just prefer to not know any details. The kids had a blast. I am glad I have a wife that is wired to pull something like this off. Cause i'm not. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcBmvxE8Ew4/Ti4FAFSOoAI/AAAAAAAABug/mETnchuwNcA/s1600/DSC01388.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcBmvxE8Ew4/Ti4FAFSOoAI/AAAAAAAABug/mETnchuwNcA/s400/DSC01388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633445682863841282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YxX_-5tSzD0/Ti4E_2lbH9I/AAAAAAAABuY/Cclhpty_Ueo/s1600/DSC01393.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YxX_-5tSzD0/Ti4E_2lbH9I/AAAAAAAABuY/Cclhpty_Ueo/s400/DSC01393.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633445678917820370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dqBZUK8zNy0/Ti4E_hGubKI/AAAAAAAABuQ/DyR7NqI-Eho/s1600/DSC01397.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dqBZUK8zNy0/Ti4E_hGubKI/AAAAAAAABuQ/DyR7NqI-Eho/s400/DSC01397.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633445673151917218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BWZxlJJqoNo/Ti4E_Xh5bHI/AAAAAAAABuI/R5CLyDRvE7s/s1600/DSC01401.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BWZxlJJqoNo/Ti4E_Xh5bHI/AAAAAAAABuI/R5CLyDRvE7s/s400/DSC01401.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633445670581529714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Face painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WmD652yunNM/Ti4Dg9Wfy-I/AAAAAAAABuA/tOvCJMR5vXo/s1600/DSC01402.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WmD652yunNM/Ti4Dg9Wfy-I/AAAAAAAABuA/tOvCJMR5vXo/s400/DSC01402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633444048646687714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mele' Estioko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_owXY64QFHY/Ti4DgmtDqcI/AAAAAAAABt4/uxSXg6iwZl0/s1600/DSC01406.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_owXY64QFHY/Ti4DgmtDqcI/AAAAAAAABt4/uxSXg6iwZl0/s400/DSC01406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633444042567297474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brande Lunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03vvaTVy530/Ti4DgeXI2iI/AAAAAAAABtw/Nhh5gagmNhA/s1600/DSC01409.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03vvaTVy530/Ti4DgeXI2iI/AAAAAAAABtw/Nhh5gagmNhA/s400/DSC01409.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633444040327879202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kai and Caden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-8867463294597044365?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/8867463294597044365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=8867463294597044365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/8867463294597044365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/8867463294597044365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/07/back-yard-carnival.html' title='Back Yard Carnival.'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcBmvxE8Ew4/Ti4FAFSOoAI/AAAAAAAABug/mETnchuwNcA/s72-c/DSC01388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-4997923870349604905</id><published>2011-07-11T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T16:46:10.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St.George / Sand Hallow</title><content type='html'>After our last trip to St George, we decided to leave our boat down there. We left it down there knowing that would force us to go back down and get to Sand Hallow one more time. We headed down with Steve and Teresa and their kids. My mom and Raquel also joined us. We went by the Cemetery to visit Grandma and Grandpa Meyers head stones. Also to let the kids feed the horses that are next to the cemetery. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rr8Os9kBF_8/Ti38eqB3MWI/AAAAAAAABto/30Jw4Tasj-M/s1600/DSC01364.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rr8Os9kBF_8/Ti38eqB3MWI/AAAAAAAABto/30Jw4Tasj-M/s400/DSC01364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633436312518734178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here the kids are feeding the horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nL-00W9fbXc/Ti38eRxSMUI/AAAAAAAABtg/ABGx7Mp7LIg/s1600/DSC01367.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nL-00W9fbXc/Ti38eRxSMUI/AAAAAAAABtg/ABGx7Mp7LIg/s400/DSC01367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633436306006749506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we hit up Iceberg for some shakes. Always a nice treat in the heat down south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNBgeFq14SM/Ti38eCqVfBI/AAAAAAAABtY/kKR4PxsnsTw/s1600/DSC01369.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNBgeFq14SM/Ti38eCqVfBI/AAAAAAAABtY/kKR4PxsnsTw/s400/DSC01369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633436301951073298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Monday we finally made it over to the lake. We once again had the place to ourselves. We boated and played most of the day. Here Caden is after getting up on the Wake Board for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9wCsu7ujT8A/Ti38d68VI_I/AAAAAAAABtQ/i03KiilV3SY/s1600/DSC01371.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9wCsu7ujT8A/Ti38d68VI_I/AAAAAAAABtQ/i03KiilV3SY/s400/DSC01371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633436299879064562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ambur and the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uQUQRwV-09Q/Ti37OZfwVuI/AAAAAAAABtI/afgJwEUOAhk/s1600/DSC01373.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uQUQRwV-09Q/Ti37OZfwVuI/AAAAAAAABtI/afgJwEUOAhk/s400/DSC01373.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633434933691176674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caden doing some snorkeling. Me and Steve got in on this. The water is so clear that you can see about 15-20 feet down. So we were looking off the front of the boat for stuff. We found an old cell phone that we went down and got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W4K1ehYjReg/Ti37OKcLh5I/AAAAAAAABtA/QkR0t2U8WSg/s1600/DSC01375.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W4K1ehYjReg/Ti37OKcLh5I/AAAAAAAABtA/QkR0t2U8WSg/s400/DSC01375.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633434929649649554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Addi soaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1QV1Na22vk/Ti37N_FSauI/AAAAAAAABs4/XuZfrkFBTSw/s1600/DSC01376.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1QV1Na22vk/Ti37N_FSauI/AAAAAAAABs4/XuZfrkFBTSw/s400/DSC01376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633434926600841954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Ambur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EzYEj1IRRKU/Ti37Nr7SKDI/AAAAAAAABsw/vNbPm-m5ovM/s1600/DSC01377.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EzYEj1IRRKU/Ti37Nr7SKDI/AAAAAAAABsw/vNbPm-m5ovM/s400/DSC01377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633434921458608178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caden, Jake and Paige. This is us eating dinner at our favorite gas station in Beaver. Best chicken fingers ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9DAPZFe0l8c/Ti37NR0AQVI/AAAAAAAABso/mBT_EI0h98w/s1600/DSC01378.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9DAPZFe0l8c/Ti37NR0AQVI/AAAAAAAABso/mBT_EI0h98w/s400/DSC01378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633434914448752978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ambur, Addi and Me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a fun time.  But if i'm keeping it real, this trip felt like a lot of work. I was ready to get back to work. But we still had a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-4997923870349604905?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/4997923870349604905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=4997923870349604905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/4997923870349604905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/4997923870349604905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/07/stgeorge-sand-hallow.html' title='St.George / Sand Hallow'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rr8Os9kBF_8/Ti38eqB3MWI/AAAAAAAABto/30Jw4Tasj-M/s72-c/DSC01364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-8774986802868585769</id><published>2011-07-04T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T15:24:44.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boise Day #4</title><content type='html'>Day 4 in Boise was the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July. So we woke up and had a great breakfast. Every morning we got up we were spoiled with great food. Weather it was homemade Scones, breakfast burritos or pancakes, sausage and eggs. Chris and Jeff fed us well. After breakfast we headed to the fireworks stand. Which was actually a mobile home/trailer on the side of the road. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jXZ6bBYX9yQ/TiIKI1hDEyI/AAAAAAAABsg/R6P4y5z9g8c/s1600/DSC01343.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jXZ6bBYX9yQ/TiIKI1hDEyI/AAAAAAAABsg/R6P4y5z9g8c/s400/DSC01343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630073631087465250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are Ambur and the kids loading up. The guy in the background was sitting on a cooler. It was full of beer that they were giving out with each purchase. We dug through and found the only Coke in there. But what a deal. If only every firework purchase came with a free beer. Firewoks, check, drink free beer then drive home, check, handle explosives while under the influence, check. God bless America!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H4Oo9STmL78/TiIKIgXmfoI/AAAAAAAABsY/9Rtr0EGpcL4/s1600/DSC01342.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H4Oo9STmL78/TiIKIgXmfoI/AAAAAAAABsY/9Rtr0EGpcL4/s400/DSC01342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630073625410698882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was another highlight of the trip. "Tot Mom" trial. I had never even heard of this. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; it was 24/7 coverage at the Nelson home. Jeff was hooked on this. At first it was annoying. But we found ourselves pulled right in. Enjoy HELL Tot Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bozFZfrNqtw/TiIKIfXN_3I/AAAAAAAABsQ/kpca2qJx3z4/s1600/DSC01345.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bozFZfrNqtw/TiIKIfXN_3I/AAAAAAAABsQ/kpca2qJx3z4/s400/DSC01345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630073625140658034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tsC5YqdCPqI/TiIJeds_gwI/AAAAAAAABsI/tHEXTffqBRs/s1600/DSC01346.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tsC5YqdCPqI/TiIJeds_gwI/AAAAAAAABsI/tHEXTffqBRs/s400/DSC01346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630072903140606722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BDuIPrmybEQ/TiIJeK3GacI/AAAAAAAABsA/8Ts3a37gBAk/s1600/DSC01347.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BDuIPrmybEQ/TiIJeK3GacI/AAAAAAAABsA/8Ts3a37gBAk/s400/DSC01347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630072898082728386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZgRzT3T4g8/TiIJdzlz5sI/AAAAAAAABr4/F1YRROXaAUc/s1600/DSC01356.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZgRzT3T4g8/TiIJdzlz5sI/AAAAAAAABr4/F1YRROXaAUc/s400/DSC01356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630072891836196546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SxVJFa7gOOM/TiIJdWb1ALI/AAAAAAAABrw/1lrk1XkLewk/s1600/DSC01358.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SxVJFa7gOOM/TiIJdWb1ALI/AAAAAAAABrw/1lrk1XkLewk/s400/DSC01358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630072884009697458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2RWwPm8b1gg/TiIJdHeM-KI/AAAAAAAABro/5z-6CXjVSAo/s1600/DSC01362.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2RWwPm8b1gg/TiIJdHeM-KI/AAAAAAAABro/5z-6CXjVSAo/s400/DSC01362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630072879993125026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a great time in Boise. We love going up there and hanging with this wild bunch of family members. Thank you Chris and Jeff for having us up. 2 years in a row now as we have left, our kids have spent the drive home trying to convince us into moving to Boise. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on a side note, we just found out those "frogs" that were sent home with us. Those "Fire Belly Toad Frogs". They are totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;poisonous! Thanks Jeff!!!  Anyone want some frogs? &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/3704299996330865828-8774986802868585769?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/8774986802868585769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=8774986802868585769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/8774986802868585769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/8774986802868585769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/07/boise-day-4.html' title='Boise Day #4'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jXZ6bBYX9yQ/TiIKI1hDEyI/AAAAAAAABsg/R6P4y5z9g8c/s72-c/DSC01343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-3444790133157195266</id><published>2011-07-03T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T20:45:07.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boise Day #3</title><content type='html'>Day 3 started with Addi doing Bailey's makeup. These girls were so great to let Addi do whatever she wanted. She loves doing makeup.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8XyJdeMR0Q/Th5i_cGB8WI/AAAAAAAABrg/EU8TgtKEZ_k/s1600/DSC01311.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8XyJdeMR0Q/Th5i_cGB8WI/AAAAAAAABrg/EU8TgtKEZ_k/s400/DSC01311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629045426272465250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuH1jNagdPk/Th5i_E8tCgI/AAAAAAAABrY/kqRcYgc66yg/s1600/DSC01312.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuH1jNagdPk/Th5i_E8tCgI/AAAAAAAABrY/kqRcYgc66yg/s400/DSC01312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629045420059331074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is proof that the Exploder actually was running and on the road at one point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qCGsxx8trHg/Th5i-grKFKI/AAAAAAAABrQ/mnnTo5v66cM/s1600/DSC01322.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qCGsxx8trHg/Th5i-grKFKI/AAAAAAAABrQ/mnnTo5v66cM/s400/DSC01322.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629045410322060450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We drove out to "Jump Creek" and hiked in for a swim. Jump creek is this cool little lake with this big water fall where crazy kids jump off about a 50' drop. Here are McKenna and Anna in the water. Cold, oh so cold water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YlR9SO5yT3o/Th5i-DAh6-I/AAAAAAAABrI/EzfVbeWG22k/s1600/DSC01326.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YlR9SO5yT3o/Th5i-DAh6-I/AAAAAAAABrI/EzfVbeWG22k/s400/DSC01326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629045402358639586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake, Addi and Caden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XXVh6I9x6cY/Th5h-73DHbI/AAAAAAAABrA/H8GyJsZ1lvo/s1600/DSC01327.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XXVh6I9x6cY/Th5h-73DHbI/AAAAAAAABrA/H8GyJsZ1lvo/s400/DSC01327.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629044318108065202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake got these snorkles at the dollar store and loves them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t-KGcA_ando/Th5h97QgZCI/AAAAAAAABq4/5u2bSUh-L6A/s1600/DSC01331.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t-KGcA_ando/Th5h97QgZCI/AAAAAAAABq4/5u2bSUh-L6A/s400/DSC01331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629044300766536738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake and McKenna. I told you he loves McKenna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IhxJyrOf_qQ/Th5h9n22_JI/AAAAAAAABqw/ypkP5yhLLCs/s1600/DSC01332.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IhxJyrOf_qQ/Th5h9n22_JI/AAAAAAAABqw/ypkP5yhLLCs/s400/DSC01332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629044295558691986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caden and Ambur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ko-fUVs2N3Q/Th5h8-PDpTI/AAAAAAAABqo/W-ciXsYGjxg/s1600/DSC01334.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ko-fUVs2N3Q/Th5h8-PDpTI/AAAAAAAABqo/W-ciXsYGjxg/s400/DSC01334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629044284385895730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later that night, Me, Caden and McKenna went to Buffalo Wild Wings for a late night bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TkvpyxIJpRg/Th5h8URAdGI/AAAAAAAABqg/JcpxdLpniCY/s1600/DSC01338.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TkvpyxIJpRg/Th5h8URAdGI/AAAAAAAABqg/JcpxdLpniCY/s400/DSC01338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629044273119786082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then the night ended with Addi doing more makeup. As you can see from the picture, I wasn't lying when I said these girls were great sports in letting Addi run wild on them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-3444790133157195266?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/3444790133157195266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=3444790133157195266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/3444790133157195266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/3444790133157195266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/07/boise-day-3.html' title='Boise Day #3'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8XyJdeMR0Q/Th5i_cGB8WI/AAAAAAAABrg/EU8TgtKEZ_k/s72-c/DSC01311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-800641792990457663</id><published>2011-07-02T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T20:19:47.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boise Day #2</title><content type='html'>Day 2 in Boise brought us a big surprise. Jeff decided it was time to give away some of their family pets. My kids must have looked like just the right kids to sucker into taking them. So we are the proud new owners of 2 frogs. Yep, frogs. Awesome. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cir4VjfT53U/Th5a36mxB_I/AAAAAAAABqY/D2IzZ9Vb17w/s1600/DSC01292.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cir4VjfT53U/Th5a36mxB_I/AAAAAAAABqY/D2IzZ9Vb17w/s400/DSC01292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629036500930856946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here the boys are with the new additions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SzV-97TzYdk/Th5a3O6jRoI/AAAAAAAABqQ/tGHCT1rjGz4/s1600/DSC01294.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SzV-97TzYdk/Th5a3O6jRoI/AAAAAAAABqQ/tGHCT1rjGz4/s400/DSC01294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629036489202681474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys love it up here. Chris and jeff have 3 X-Bow 360's in there house. So its pretty much the coolest place ever. They get their game on while here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hUvD8DO7GBs/Th5a201z1PI/AAAAAAAABqI/bjERQO3qfd8/s1600/DSC01300.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hUvD8DO7GBs/Th5a201z1PI/AAAAAAAABqI/bjERQO3qfd8/s400/DSC01300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629036482203473138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the best part of the trip was the on going story of Bailey and her Car. Here Bailey and Jeff are bonding while repairing the car. It was fixed. Then broke. Then fixed again. Then broke. It was fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HIGqYd0DGVY/Th5a2XWgM-I/AAAAAAAABqA/D0PIfPB8Bc8/s1600/DSC01301.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HIGqYd0DGVY/Th5a2XWgM-I/AAAAAAAABqA/D0PIfPB8Bc8/s400/DSC01301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629036474287535074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many hours where spent coloring the sidewalk. Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cv30dJQLESs/Th5a10iMSfI/AAAAAAAABp4/fRILHZ4lxBc/s1600/DSC01302.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cv30dJQLESs/Th5a10iMSfI/AAAAAAAABp4/fRILHZ4lxBc/s400/DSC01302.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629036464941320690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake and McKenna. Jake is a big fan of McKenna. But who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MrFhBzYJnec/Th5ZTsKf11I/AAAAAAAABpw/_iAJQHQe_ws/s1600/DSC01305.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MrFhBzYJnec/Th5ZTsKf11I/AAAAAAAABpw/_iAJQHQe_ws/s400/DSC01305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629034779067275090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us boys broke away to get some pizza then hit the new Transformers 3. Kids loved it. I personally think 2 hours and 50 minutes was just not long enough. I mean, why not add like 50 more fights and explosions and push it over 3 hours. Good movie, but time to go bye bye Optimus and Bumble Bee. I'm just glad my kids dont like your overpriced toys anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T2e2W6M6crk/Th5ZTKyG0SI/AAAAAAAABpo/dd-59aHhUC8/s1600/DSC01306.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T2e2W6M6crk/Th5ZTKyG0SI/AAAAAAAABpo/dd-59aHhUC8/s400/DSC01306.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629034770106601762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the movie Austin (Amburs cousin) and his friends headed to the river to swim. Here is a shot of him in his sweet shorts. From this picture you would never believe he actually has a cute girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FK0sftRWMg/Th5ZSq_a5sI/AAAAAAAABpg/vbuiPGHaosY/s1600/DSC01307.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FK0sftRWMg/Th5ZSq_a5sI/AAAAAAAABpg/vbuiPGHaosY/s400/DSC01307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629034761572509378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Addi with one of Austin's friends. Sully. Addi loved him. She flirts way to much for a 4 year old. It's a bit alarming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IbAlMSnHAYQ/Th5ZSbK4TEI/AAAAAAAABpY/c7CBPxKa730/s1600/DSC01309.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IbAlMSnHAYQ/Th5ZSbK4TEI/AAAAAAAABpY/c7CBPxKa730/s400/DSC01309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629034757325605954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Kids. It was always a party with all the kids coming and going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q54eAg1Cdms/Th5ZR9HRQFI/AAAAAAAABpQ/44SG6vWbL2E/s1600/DSC01310.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q54eAg1Cdms/Th5ZR9HRQFI/AAAAAAAABpQ/44SG6vWbL2E/s400/DSC01310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629034749257400402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeff in all his glory. Online visiting with his cyber friends. At least they make him smile. It's kinda cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-800641792990457663?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/800641792990457663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=800641792990457663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/800641792990457663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/800641792990457663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/07/boise-day-2.html' title='Boise Day #2'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cir4VjfT53U/Th5a36mxB_I/AAAAAAAABqY/D2IzZ9Vb17w/s72-c/DSC01292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-8410422597794294659</id><published>2011-07-01T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T19:41:03.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boise Day #1</title><content type='html'>We headed up to Boise for our new 4th of July tradition. Going up to stay with Ambur's Aunt Chris and Uncle Jeff. I only worked half a day on friday so we hit the road around 12:00 and headed north. We got there in time to have some dinner and just hang out and get caught up. Ambur and Chris decided to take the dogs and kids on a walk so they headed over to the park and the kids did some playing. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYZOnYo_BB4/Th5VhhhaHaI/AAAAAAAABpI/iMQVRQaq6NY/s1600/DSC01277.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYZOnYo_BB4/Th5VhhhaHaI/AAAAAAAABpI/iMQVRQaq6NY/s400/DSC01277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629030618682236322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU5AQMk9xNc/Th5VhMd6CgI/AAAAAAAABpA/dOlPwe-n3NM/s1600/DSC01276.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU5AQMk9xNc/Th5VhMd6CgI/AAAAAAAABpA/dOlPwe-n3NM/s400/DSC01276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629030613030406658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6v3_3_aa-Hk/Th5Vg59wuZI/AAAAAAAABo4/bjaePqHFYm0/s1600/DSC01285.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6v3_3_aa-Hk/Th5Vg59wuZI/AAAAAAAABo4/bjaePqHFYm0/s400/DSC01285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629030608063740306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ely3gORukQ/Th5Vgsy0kjI/AAAAAAAABow/oId1RDrLVDI/s1600/DSC01289.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ely3gORukQ/Th5Vgsy0kjI/AAAAAAAABow/oId1RDrLVDI/s400/DSC01289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629030604528194098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here Jake and Addi are with McKenna and Anna sitting on the couch and watching TV way late..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-8410422597794294659?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/8410422597794294659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=8410422597794294659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/8410422597794294659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/8410422597794294659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/07/boise-day-1.html' title='Boise Day #1'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYZOnYo_BB4/Th5VhhhaHaI/AAAAAAAABpI/iMQVRQaq6NY/s72-c/DSC01277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-7367632685457071761</id><published>2011-06-29T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T18:30:13.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball Party</title><content type='html'>After our season was over it was time to have the Pizza Party to celebrate. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pp9Se38rob8/Th5F9pR-7sI/AAAAAAAABoo/zmhY7YEV2dI/s1600/DSC01266.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pp9Se38rob8/Th5F9pR-7sI/AAAAAAAABoo/zmhY7YEV2dI/s400/DSC01266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629013509615316674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are Zach, Jake and Austin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xerbrKhUhg0/Th5F9A2_-HI/AAAAAAAABog/r7Gtj3EnqLQ/s1600/DSC01268.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xerbrKhUhg0/Th5F9A2_-HI/AAAAAAAABog/r7Gtj3EnqLQ/s400/DSC01268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629013498764720242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake and Zach in back, Caden, Austin and Luke in the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z4VN2-H2HGY/Th5F7ghOEbI/AAAAAAAABoY/00QY-Cs4eQQ/s1600/DSC01272.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z4VN2-H2HGY/Th5F7ghOEbI/AAAAAAAABoY/00QY-Cs4eQQ/s400/DSC01272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629013472903565746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The team Minus a few. It was a great year and we had a ton of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-7367632685457071761?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/7367632685457071761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=7367632685457071761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/7367632685457071761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/7367632685457071761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/06/baseball-party.html' title='Baseball Party'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pp9Se38rob8/Th5F9pR-7sI/AAAAAAAABoo/zmhY7YEV2dI/s72-c/DSC01266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-2231873570668040492</id><published>2011-06-26T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T18:16:57.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 years ago today.</title><content type='html'>Here we are 4 years ago today getting ready to head to the hospital. We dropped Caden and Jake off at my mom's. We grabbed a bite to eat, then it was go time. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fh31w5jAcK0/Th5BXNLdxSI/AAAAAAAABoQ/sOArz87xwP0/s1600/June%2B07%2527%2BAddi%2Bborn%2B003.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fh31w5jAcK0/Th5BXNLdxSI/AAAAAAAABoQ/sOArz87xwP0/s400/June%2B07%2527%2BAddi%2Bborn%2B003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629008451190244642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are. Nice big basketball belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddaEsyhFBQ8/Th5BW0JQ4AI/AAAAAAAABoI/oTlKsriQUyU/s1600/June%2B07%2527%2BAddi%2Bborn%2B031.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddaEsyhFBQ8/Th5BW0JQ4AI/AAAAAAAABoI/oTlKsriQUyU/s400/June%2B07%2527%2BAddi%2Bborn%2B031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629008444470124546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is our sweet angel. I swear she came out smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg7RxEiIjIk/Th5BWtGiwJI/AAAAAAAABoA/rrV53qtJ7LU/s1600/June%2B07%2527%2BAddi%2Bborn%2B003.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg7RxEiIjIk/Th5BWtGiwJI/AAAAAAAABoA/rrV53qtJ7LU/s400/June%2B07%2527%2BAddi%2Bborn%2B003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629008442579665042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here was Addi's introduction to her mom's favorite hobby. SLEEPING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v18g8L9wzMc/Th5BWdXm7PI/AAAAAAAABn4/Zgwyh3DGiAE/s1600/June%2B07%2527%2BAddi%2Bborn%2B018.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v18g8L9wzMc/Th5BWdXm7PI/AAAAAAAABn4/Zgwyh3DGiAE/s400/June%2B07%2527%2BAddi%2Bborn%2B018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629008438356274418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are getting ready to take her home.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sure love Addi. She tells me every day as I leave for work to "Be silly at work Daddy" or "Be the silliest person today Daddy". Our family lovers her as much as she loves the mirror. She will never pass up a chance to check herself out in the mirror. We love this girl and everything she brings to our home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-2231873570668040492?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/2231873570668040492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=2231873570668040492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/2231873570668040492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/2231873570668040492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/06/4-years-ago-today.html' title='4 years ago today.'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fh31w5jAcK0/Th5BXNLdxSI/AAAAAAAABoQ/sOArz87xwP0/s72-c/June%2B07%2527%2BAddi%2Bborn%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-4071724343860565450</id><published>2011-06-26T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T17:48:13.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addi turns 4</title><content type='html'>Addi's birthday fell on a Sunday this year. So we just had family and a few of Addi's friends over for cake an ice cream. It was a nice mellow night and Addi loved her Princess Birthday Cake.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vJeRTyaeZzo/Th467wdjLYI/AAAAAAAABnw/bztVuQF7qG8/s1600/DSC01228.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vJeRTyaeZzo/Th467wdjLYI/AAAAAAAABnw/bztVuQF7qG8/s400/DSC01228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629001382555233666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MYD67_gi5A8/Th467i7x9sI/AAAAAAAABno/xofNC9LgozQ/s1600/DSC01230.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MYD67_gi5A8/Th467i7x9sI/AAAAAAAABno/xofNC9LgozQ/s400/DSC01230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629001378923935426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       Grandpa Scott, Caden, Addi and Bill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vhZNDIi9w44/Th455Ue9jpI/AAAAAAAABng/yaR-V1krM3o/s1600/DSC01232.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vhZNDIi9w44/Th455Ue9jpI/AAAAAAAABng/yaR-V1krM3o/s400/DSC01232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629000241173597842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  Addi with Grandma Patty&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wBxjvv1aa24/Th453TtLZeI/AAAAAAAABnY/Ms94QaVq5To/s1600/DSC01237.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wBxjvv1aa24/Th453TtLZeI/AAAAAAAABnY/Ms94QaVq5To/s400/DSC01237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629000206605051362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    Addi opening presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s5KES3JiW00/Th452zoQYnI/AAAAAAAABnQ/0fjbV24jxbw/s1600/DSC01238.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s5KES3JiW00/Th452zoQYnI/AAAAAAAABnQ/0fjbV24jxbw/s400/DSC01238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629000197994472050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     Ambur with Scott and Rayna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-4071724343860565450?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/4071724343860565450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=4071724343860565450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/4071724343860565450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/4071724343860565450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/06/addi-turns-4.html' title='Addi turns 4'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vJeRTyaeZzo/Th467wdjLYI/AAAAAAAABnw/bztVuQF7qG8/s72-c/DSC01228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-6106421758943848865</id><published>2011-06-20T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T20:13:38.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. George Day #4</title><content type='html'>Monday was the best day of all. We woke up and the weather was perfect. We headed over to Sand Hallow and were pleasantly surprised to find we were one of about 5 boats on the lake that day. The beach we had to share on Saturday was all ours. We were only going to stay till noon, but it was so perfect we stayed till almost 5. And we payed the price for it later. We all got fried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FI7zA2wk_cs/TglDofWltDI/AAAAAAAABnI/cHEKPA9jAEk/s1600/DSC01206.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FI7zA2wk_cs/TglDofWltDI/AAAAAAAABnI/cHEKPA9jAEk/s400/DSC01206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623099972638848050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Addi, Jake, Caden and Savanna in the front of the boat ready to launch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0iCP6oYMFbs/TglDoMY6DCI/AAAAAAAABnA/UOeA3lKR7Gg/s1600/DSC01209.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0iCP6oYMFbs/TglDoMY6DCI/AAAAAAAABnA/UOeA3lKR7Gg/s400/DSC01209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623099967548296226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caden and Ambur playing some frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dx8juVKLDIk/TglDSZKkhEI/AAAAAAAABm4/QUarh-QT0WM/s1600/DSC01210.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dx8juVKLDIk/TglDSZKkhEI/AAAAAAAABm4/QUarh-QT0WM/s400/DSC01210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623099593020703810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Addi in the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHJXnktLy6I/TglDSMOZ0mI/AAAAAAAABmw/0qzy6bUNNgE/s1600/DSC01211.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHJXnktLy6I/TglDSMOZ0mI/AAAAAAAABmw/0qzy6bUNNgE/s400/DSC01211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623099589547119202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake being Jake. I know I say that a lot. But this kid is nutts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qd6P-m2rOQ8/TglDRigJINI/AAAAAAAABmo/SYKRGWvLM90/s1600/DSC01218.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qd6P-m2rOQ8/TglDRigJINI/AAAAAAAABmo/SYKRGWvLM90/s400/DSC01218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623099578347233490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my hot tan wife. She loves the sun! And I love her in the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-akX-r73mtn4/TglCgSDYidI/AAAAAAAABmg/bEGPglOH8pY/s1600/DSC00169.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-akX-r73mtn4/TglCgSDYidI/AAAAAAAABmg/bEGPglOH8pY/s400/DSC00169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623098732118051282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Jake with his name of the weekend. He walked around telling and showing us all how talented he was by putting his hand in his arm pit and making a farting noise. He claimed to be the greatest "Pit Farter" ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x94U7HHVakA/TglCgGcGWcI/AAAAAAAABmY/cGTl6FuDZRw/s1600/DSC00171.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x94U7HHVakA/TglCgGcGWcI/AAAAAAAABmY/cGTl6FuDZRw/s400/DSC00171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623098729000491458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Paige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a_FR-pMwR4w/TglCfxF9RpI/AAAAAAAABmQ/WudsgpkK3i0/s1600/DSC00174.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a_FR-pMwR4w/TglCfxF9RpI/AAAAAAAABmQ/WudsgpkK3i0/s400/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623098723270477458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Addi. What is this pose??? Thanks to Teresa for writing in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JwgB-Nc04Co/TglB8jdcB5I/AAAAAAAABmI/zN21nA49PIQ/s1600/DSC00179.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JwgB-Nc04Co/TglB8jdcB5I/AAAAAAAABmI/zN21nA49PIQ/s400/DSC00179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623098118315444114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steve skiing. Fortunately Steve has more skills on the water with a ski than he does on the Obstacle course at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZ7q0_lLy-8/TglB8bZdRII/AAAAAAAABmA/_6hWp1vUxKU/s1600/DSC00197.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZ7q0_lLy-8/TglB8bZdRII/AAAAAAAABmA/_6hWp1vUxKU/s400/DSC00197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623098116151264386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Fam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RqO-zK6xbyE/TglB79lW8lI/AAAAAAAABl4/93XkGYYGCVc/s1600/DSC00199.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RqO-zK6xbyE/TglB79lW8lI/AAAAAAAABl4/93XkGYYGCVc/s400/DSC00199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623098108148118098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steve and his fam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n_rolFOa8gY/TglBYhaO1wI/AAAAAAAABlw/Nj5MCNK7oKk/s1600/DSC00190.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n_rolFOa8gY/TglBYhaO1wI/AAAAAAAABlw/Nj5MCNK7oKk/s400/DSC00190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623097499289835266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hsKendQg-Ik/TglBYWN9iQI/AAAAAAAABlo/uN5mRKYRmwY/s1600/DSC00183.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hsKendQg-Ik/TglBYWN9iQI/AAAAAAAABlo/uN5mRKYRmwY/s400/DSC00183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623097496285579522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and the boys laying in the shallow water cooling off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4UXGpC7nqH8/TglBYF0YyqI/AAAAAAAABlg/iAgwWdZMGBU/s1600/DSC00200.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4UXGpC7nqH8/TglBYF0YyqI/AAAAAAAABlg/iAgwWdZMGBU/s400/DSC00200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623097491883346594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids on the front of the boat. The kids favorite thing was to sit in the front of the boat and just "cruise" the lake. Addi would keep asking "one more time daddy". It was a great trip. It's funny how things work out. We missed not hitting Lake Powell, but we had an absolute blast on this trip and will for sure do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-6106421758943848865?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/6106421758943848865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=6106421758943848865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/6106421758943848865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/6106421758943848865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/06/st-george-day-4.html' title='St. George Day #4'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FI7zA2wk_cs/TglDofWltDI/AAAAAAAABnI/cHEKPA9jAEk/s72-c/DSC01206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-2135513085506755690</id><published>2011-06-19T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T19:37:52.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. George Day #3</title><content type='html'>We woke up on Sunday and the wind was blowing way bad. Bad enough that they were not letting people in at the Lake. The winds that kept us from going to Lake Powell finally showed up. We decided it was a good day to take a break from the sun and lay low. It was Fathers day so we headed out to a lunch. Our first 5 choices were all closed. St. George folds up like a cheap lawn chair on Sundays. There is nothing open. We ended up at Chile's. I really don't like Chile's. So the fact it was my choice to pick and this is were we ended up tells you just how bad it was.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hDUinIfiVtc/Tgk7NZZ_EOI/AAAAAAAABlY/AYU1kgySTNU/s1600/DSC01183.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hDUinIfiVtc/Tgk7NZZ_EOI/AAAAAAAABlY/AYU1kgySTNU/s400/DSC01183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623090711092990178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HXyKu4Dr6BY/Tgk7NKobFQI/AAAAAAAABlQ/voQoB4cx6dw/s1600/DSC01185.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HXyKu4Dr6BY/Tgk7NKobFQI/AAAAAAAABlQ/voQoB4cx6dw/s400/DSC01185.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623090707127014658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lomf47WKdHA/Tgk7M2PeofI/AAAAAAAABlI/ESFgOWf2NVA/s1600/DSC01187.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lomf47WKdHA/Tgk7M2PeofI/AAAAAAAABlI/ESFgOWf2NVA/s400/DSC01187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623090701653680626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xoJyCiQ5ROk/Tgk6skl4jwI/AAAAAAAABlA/_s8CtgWtq2A/s1600/DSC00157.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xoJyCiQ5ROk/Tgk6skl4jwI/AAAAAAAABlA/_s8CtgWtq2A/s400/DSC00157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623090147160002306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6caQhC6TdYs/Tgk6sKrviNI/AAAAAAAABk4/1OqZ9RQES-A/s1600/DSC01188.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6caQhC6TdYs/Tgk6sKrviNI/AAAAAAAABk4/1OqZ9RQES-A/s400/DSC01188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623090140205254866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we went to the park to let the kids burn some energy. We ended up setting an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;obstacle&lt;/span&gt; course up around the play ground. Uncle Steve took a lap that found him loosing his shoes and having the kids laughing and him running the course. He decided he would try to redeem himself. He went to his car and found a roll of "Blue Tape" that he thought would help him in his time. He decided to "Tape" his shoes to him.  My mom always said Steve had a bigger heart than he did a brain! Thats my mom's words, not mine. But the blue tape was a hit. The kids had fun with it. Who knew how simple it was to entertain these little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jXuDHYD7JoE/Tgk6rpmzEMI/AAAAAAAABkw/ejGZAwZXJXE/s1600/DSC01191.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jXuDHYD7JoE/Tgk6rpmzEMI/AAAAAAAABkw/ejGZAwZXJXE/s400/DSC01191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623090131326144706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UooF-NiOzAQ/Tgk6G5KVLBI/AAAAAAAABko/Eqq25Sc1oC4/s1600/DSC00160.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UooF-NiOzAQ/Tgk6G5KVLBI/AAAAAAAABko/Eqq25Sc1oC4/s400/DSC00160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623089499846552594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w-oEE-kA3qk/Tgk6GiVaKJI/AAAAAAAABkg/cIrRfFVUrSY/s1600/DSC01195.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w-oEE-kA3qk/Tgk6GiVaKJI/AAAAAAAABkg/cIrRfFVUrSY/s400/DSC01195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623089493719001234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JIJdrqpI0HA/Tgk6GWyQWeI/AAAAAAAABkY/c1vU3lOZib4/s1600/DSC00164.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JIJdrqpI0HA/Tgk6GWyQWeI/AAAAAAAABkY/c1vU3lOZib4/s400/DSC00164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623089490618767842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we headed back to the house to have a nice Fathers day BBQ and chill and watch some movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ElivilvnYnY/Tgk5JKekfII/AAAAAAAABkQ/Xtwzo374f0E/s1600/DSC01201.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ElivilvnYnY/Tgk5JKekfII/AAAAAAAABkQ/Xtwzo374f0E/s400/DSC01201.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623088439342955650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ambur making "Indoor Smores"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CEiYT4JxbUo/Tgk5IxQ_jtI/AAAAAAAABkI/kXLFzUGDhuc/s1600/DSC01204.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CEiYT4JxbUo/Tgk5IxQ_jtI/AAAAAAAABkI/kXLFzUGDhuc/s400/DSC01204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623088432575123154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Addi laying on floor watching movie. Really doesn't get better than this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-2135513085506755690?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/2135513085506755690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=2135513085506755690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/2135513085506755690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/2135513085506755690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/06/st-george-day-3.html' title='St. George Day #3'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hDUinIfiVtc/Tgk7NZZ_EOI/AAAAAAAABlY/AYU1kgySTNU/s72-c/DSC01183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-1844462961402751212</id><published>2011-06-18T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T18:57:25.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. George Day #2</title><content type='html'>So Saturday we woke up to fantastic weather. We headed over to Sand Hallow and put the boat in the water. Saturday is a busy day on that lake so we found us a nice spot on the sandy beach there and set up shop.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ws78zj46yTk/Tgkzjqc-OfI/AAAAAAAABkA/eifeviIY2-M/s1600/DSC01159.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ws78zj46yTk/Tgkzjqc-OfI/AAAAAAAABkA/eifeviIY2-M/s400/DSC01159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623082297533020658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ffk3exqffLQ/TgkzjbZKKSI/AAAAAAAABj4/6pWSI8w0ROU/s1600/DSC01160.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ffk3exqffLQ/TgkzjbZKKSI/AAAAAAAABj4/6pWSI8w0ROU/s400/DSC01160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623082293490493730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6so2V_a5RJU/TgktmTJLOUI/AAAAAAAABjw/t5ArwUQxuAQ/s1600/DSC01163.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6so2V_a5RJU/TgktmTJLOUI/AAAAAAAABjw/t5ArwUQxuAQ/s400/DSC01163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623075745745811778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids had fun on the tub as long as we didn't go to fast. But they were all brave and gave it a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UXKy2x2E3yM/Tgkrz_IKgbI/AAAAAAAABjo/6VFifOwLF_Q/s1600/DSC01167.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UXKy2x2E3yM/Tgkrz_IKgbI/AAAAAAAABjo/6VFifOwLF_Q/s400/DSC01167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623073781867774386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; out on the tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZCdoZtWYEA/TgkqCKAR2lI/AAAAAAAABjg/H3orUh393p0/s1600/DSC01169.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZCdoZtWYEA/TgkqCKAR2lI/AAAAAAAABjg/H3orUh393p0/s400/DSC01169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623071826282404434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDj4xqJLMiY/TgkpWT8rpqI/AAAAAAAABjY/SBti0Ecan6I/s1600/DSC01220.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDj4xqJLMiY/TgkpWT8rpqI/AAAAAAAABjY/SBti0Ecan6I/s400/DSC01220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623071073037428386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a blast and all got some nice sun that we have been missing. We packed a lunch and stayed at the lake till about 6:00 or so. Water was warm. What else can ya ask for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-1844462961402751212?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/1844462961402751212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=1844462961402751212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/1844462961402751212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/1844462961402751212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/06/st-george-day-1_27.html' title='St. George Day #2'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ws78zj46yTk/Tgkzjqc-OfI/AAAAAAAABkA/eifeviIY2-M/s72-c/DSC01159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-8174264202496414607</id><published>2011-06-17T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T17:55:46.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. George Day #1</title><content type='html'>As soon as baseball was over on Thursday night we headed home to pack and load the boat for Lake Powell. We had a trip planned with my Dad, his wife Marilyn and my brother Steve's family. My Dad called early Friday morning around 3:30 AM to say the weather was very windy in Lake Powell and he wasn't able to launch his boat. We waited till about 7:30 and called my Dad again, he told us he was heading home due to the fact the weather was suppose to be bad and high winds were forecast all weekend. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a boat loaded up and a bunch of upset kids. We sat around all morning and came up with the idea of heading to St. George. We figured we could boat at Sand Hallow if the weather was good, or just hang out in town if the weather was windy. So we hit the road just before lunch and headed south. Steve, Teresa and their girls followed us down. We were lucky enough to have a place to crash at my Grandparents house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got into town around 4:30 which didn't leave us enough time to get to the lake, but did leave us enough time to teach our kids the art of "Pool Hoping". We headed over to the former Holiday Inn were we had stayed before. We drove around the back and walked quietly in the door and down the hallway to the pool entrance. The kids were told to not make a scene or draw attention. They were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pro's&lt;/span&gt;. Went off without a hitch. We went in and had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cm-6kwcadrU/Tgkh8PMuAaI/AAAAAAAABjQ/LuSsXs8d4D4/s1600/DSC01144.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cm-6kwcadrU/Tgkh8PMuAaI/AAAAAAAABjQ/LuSsXs8d4D4/s400/DSC01144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623062928504521122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Jake, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt;, Savanna and Addi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SOC6ixgUNJc/TgkhEpotyzI/AAAAAAAABjI/8XfD2PxB4pw/s1600/DSC01146.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SOC6ixgUNJc/TgkhEpotyzI/AAAAAAAABjI/8XfD2PxB4pw/s400/DSC01146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623061973528595250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Jake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-vHLaiPihE/TgkgdXME5LI/AAAAAAAABjA/CHLUxKls_QM/s1600/DSC01147.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-vHLaiPihE/TgkgdXME5LI/AAAAAAAABjA/CHLUxKls_QM/s400/DSC01147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623061298561737906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; and Savanna. We played some football. Me and Ambur against &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; and Jake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2hZcru2VYs/Tgkei3YY7KI/AAAAAAAABi4/2ss6HSQFo20/s1600/DSC01149.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2hZcru2VYs/Tgkei3YY7KI/AAAAAAAABi4/2ss6HSQFo20/s400/DSC01149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623059194079407266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a shot of the family. Jake thought trying to dunk me made for a good family photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was back to BBQ some burgers. We did  it up right on these. We had bacon, pastrami, tomato, lettuce and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jalapenos&lt;/span&gt;. Yum yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SGRbNfOAxUM/TgkeCWmVpHI/AAAAAAAABiw/nIITGsYZTFo/s1600/DSC01151.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SGRbNfOAxUM/TgkeCWmVpHI/AAAAAAAABiw/nIITGsYZTFo/s400/DSC01151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623058635523728498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here Steve is with his 2 monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TGsHhkWEYrw/Tgkdp7gDaTI/AAAAAAAABio/29THRj6h9-4/s1600/DSC01152.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TGsHhkWEYrw/Tgkdp7gDaTI/AAAAAAAABio/29THRj6h9-4/s400/DSC01152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623058215932750130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is mine. I figured one was enough of a heart attack. Didn't go for 2 like Steve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pEiuVbXGJ0M/TgkdMK0wGKI/AAAAAAAABig/A6Enop5k_9U/s1600/DSC01153.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pEiuVbXGJ0M/TgkdMK0wGKI/AAAAAAAABig/A6Enop5k_9U/s400/DSC01153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623057704650021026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Addi, Jake and Paige eating dinner. After dinner we went to pick up some Frozen Custard and then it was off to bed for the kid's to get rested up for a big day at the lake tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-8174264202496414607?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/8174264202496414607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=8174264202496414607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/8174264202496414607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/8174264202496414607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/06/st-george-day-1.html' title='St. George Day #1'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cm-6kwcadrU/Tgkh8PMuAaI/AAAAAAAABjQ/LuSsXs8d4D4/s72-c/DSC01144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-8557517948593881892</id><published>2011-06-16T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T18:09:53.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Riverton Red Sox!!!</title><content type='html'>We are all done with Baseball. It has been a fun year and the kids have had a blast. It is sad it's over, but the winds of change are starting to blow and it will shortly be Football season. But before we go there, here is a look back at our fun year as part of the Red Sox. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IYrKfUu8jvE/TgaCp3i0gYI/AAAAAAAABiY/wPvP5A7Z4a8/s1600/DSC01102.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IYrKfUu8jvE/TgaCp3i0gYI/AAAAAAAABiY/wPvP5A7Z4a8/s400/DSC01102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622324840614887810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the team before one of the games. The kids really did get along and all like each other. Our Dug Out was really a hang out. Luke Tueller(Giant kid on back row) and Nick Martin (Little dude in D-Backs shirt) were our team mascots. They were always in there helping with whatever was going on. These kids really were fun to watch each week. Some weeks we got better, some weeks we got worse, but we always had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ge8v7LJPyo/TgaCYQL9iXI/AAAAAAAABiQ/1QDwwe-Vk_k/s1600/DSC01096.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ge8v7LJPyo/TgaCYQL9iXI/AAAAAAAABiQ/1QDwwe-Vk_k/s400/DSC01096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622324537992251762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here Caden is catching some pitches from Zack Tueller in warm ups before a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EM2HvTJHQSY/TgaCJM8fg2I/AAAAAAAABiI/OrAiUDq4rY0/s1600/DSC01097.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EM2HvTJHQSY/TgaCJM8fg2I/AAAAAAAABiI/OrAiUDq4rY0/s400/DSC01097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622324279424025442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Jared (Coach) Hilton helping before the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OYXTMZT1dAs/TgaB7dSKY1I/AAAAAAAABiA/ehXAbpAjAlE/s1600/DSC01104.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OYXTMZT1dAs/TgaB7dSKY1I/AAAAAAAABiA/ehXAbpAjAlE/s400/DSC01104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622324043291714386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-263qR4rt9iQ/TgaBAn_LWCI/AAAAAAAABh4/miKwhbpS_xQ/s1600/DSC01113.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-263qR4rt9iQ/TgaBAn_LWCI/AAAAAAAABh4/miKwhbpS_xQ/s400/DSC01113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622323032552593442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caden getting ready to round 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k31HvH8zxTs/TgaAzYIq06I/AAAAAAAABhw/0kwx_HDk-ro/s1600/DSC01115.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k31HvH8zxTs/TgaAzYIq06I/AAAAAAAABhw/0kwx_HDk-ro/s400/DSC01115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622322804959138722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Up-close with Jake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J0Z6h1iLmcM/TgaAgxAQP9I/AAAAAAAABho/rnTV8fGa29c/s1600/DSC01121.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J0Z6h1iLmcM/TgaAgxAQP9I/AAAAAAAABho/rnTV8fGa29c/s400/DSC01121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622322485217214418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake watching the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIXrguDv_8w/TgaAWKrkfaI/AAAAAAAABhg/g_TDttKfvzY/s1600/DSC01123.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIXrguDv_8w/TgaAWKrkfaI/AAAAAAAABhg/g_TDttKfvzY/s400/DSC01123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622322303131221410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bob (Coach) Tueller and Cade (Coach) Martin. Trying to act serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WjFBZKIJAfI/TgaAKLgJKnI/AAAAAAAABhY/zNaEp9GbFbo/s1600/DSC01128.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WjFBZKIJAfI/TgaAKLgJKnI/AAAAAAAABhY/zNaEp9GbFbo/s400/DSC01128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622322097193298546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me on 3rd talking with Caden. Whats a ball game with out a "Ball grab"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s6JSoIeljxM/TgZ_vwijEnI/AAAAAAAABhQ/RSMeHcDh5cU/s1600/DSC01131.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s6JSoIeljxM/TgZ_vwijEnI/AAAAAAAABhQ/RSMeHcDh5cU/s400/DSC01131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622321643279028850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caden watching the action from 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uvbY0yeZBbY/TgZ_bvanguI/AAAAAAAABhI/qw-dJsBo28k/s1600/DSC01136.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uvbY0yeZBbY/TgZ_bvanguI/AAAAAAAABhI/qw-dJsBo28k/s400/DSC01136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622321299379946210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MIMdMnMBMio/TgZ_M3fpN2I/AAAAAAAABhA/jzz8vBrAWtE/s1600/DSC01139.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MIMdMnMBMio/TgZ_M3fpN2I/AAAAAAAABhA/jzz8vBrAWtE/s400/DSC01139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622321043850475362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jag and Caden. These guys have played together for 2 years and have gotten to be good pals. We will miss them next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H15NiYQtg8M/TgZ_Dq82wrI/AAAAAAAABg4/PQuRUV9wKns/s1600/DSC01142.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H15NiYQtg8M/TgZ_Dq82wrI/AAAAAAAABg4/PQuRUV9wKns/s400/DSC01142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622320885864514226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caden getting ready to go out and catch.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys have both done great this year. We will be ready next year to play some ball as Jake, Zach, Austin, Cael,Cole, Rhett and Ryan will be back and a little older.(And hopefully a little bigger) We will miss our 2nd graders that are moving on. To Caden, Jag, Kyson, Josh and Mark, we say thanks and good luck in the minors next year dudes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-8557517948593881892?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/8557517948593881892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=8557517948593881892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/8557517948593881892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/8557517948593881892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/06/2011-riverton-red-sox.html' title='2011 Riverton Red Sox!!!'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IYrKfUu8jvE/TgaCp3i0gYI/AAAAAAAABiY/wPvP5A7Z4a8/s72-c/DSC01102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-304754671876822983</id><published>2011-06-10T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T21:13:30.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4-Wheeling</title><content type='html'>Back over Memorial weekend we headed out to 5 mile pass. It was fun to get out and ride. We hadn't been yet this year. We went out with some neighborhood friends. The Tuellers, Berdalls and Jeffrey's. It was the only nice day of the weekend and the kids had a great time. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h2osyLcAX_I/TgQNAEZwjpI/AAAAAAAABgw/9MoIJE_Gcro/s1600/DSC01047.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h2osyLcAX_I/TgQNAEZwjpI/AAAAAAAABgw/9MoIJE_Gcro/s400/DSC01047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621632529698164370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LverngJJuGM/TgQM56EEszI/AAAAAAAABgo/3FZddV5GG-4/s1600/DSC01043.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LverngJJuGM/TgQM56EEszI/AAAAAAAABgo/3FZddV5GG-4/s400/DSC01043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621632423843640114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Milie, Addi &amp;amp; Annie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-haU61uiaWeo/TgQMn18VmkI/AAAAAAAABgg/KkHZqVU4he0/s1600/DSC01044.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-haU61uiaWeo/TgQMn18VmkI/AAAAAAAABgg/KkHZqVU4he0/s400/DSC01044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621632113499806274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake and Zack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_55e7Ifv_SY/TgQLXNtJvCI/AAAAAAAABgY/ztagF7Bq90Q/s1600/DSC01045.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_55e7Ifv_SY/TgQLXNtJvCI/AAAAAAAABgY/ztagF7Bq90Q/s400/DSC01045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621630728309160994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caden and Luke out on a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uoMPizATrVs/TgQLK9VqhrI/AAAAAAAABgQ/c4giEhrxjjI/s1600/DSC01048.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uoMPizATrVs/TgQLK9VqhrI/AAAAAAAABgQ/c4giEhrxjjI/s400/DSC01048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621630517757249202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wbOyudFi-pg/TgQK6LWngoI/AAAAAAAABgI/i-X1oKXbVd4/s1600/DSC01052.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wbOyudFi-pg/TgQK6LWngoI/AAAAAAAABgI/i-X1oKXbVd4/s400/DSC01052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621630229461566082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the boys, I love Luke off to the side in deep thought. Like an old 70's picture where they would tell you to look off in the distance while they took your picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-304754671876822983?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/304754671876822983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=304754671876822983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/304754671876822983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/304754671876822983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/06/4-wheeling.html' title='4-Wheeling'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h2osyLcAX_I/TgQNAEZwjpI/AAAAAAAABgw/9MoIJE_Gcro/s72-c/DSC01047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-6526973200725458636</id><published>2011-06-09T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T12:15:22.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random pictures</title><content type='html'>Here are a few random pictures from the month so far. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nb2lKCVGMKI/TgOP_CsLOAI/AAAAAAAABgA/Bldr7Bsulkk/s1600/DSC01054.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nb2lKCVGMKI/TgOP_CsLOAI/AAAAAAAABgA/Bldr7Bsulkk/s400/DSC01054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621495073105197058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Addi out on the driveway hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AEA6iOmsb5k/TgOP0zqe3NI/AAAAAAAABf4/FpLPum1KmPo/s1600/DSC01055.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AEA6iOmsb5k/TgOP0zqe3NI/AAAAAAAABf4/FpLPum1KmPo/s400/DSC01055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621494897272872146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sara Jeffrey and Addi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HUW4WG-JWWo/TgOPoDXrXKI/AAAAAAAABfw/fq5pY8Mx0A4/s1600/DSC01057.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HUW4WG-JWWo/TgOPoDXrXKI/AAAAAAAABfw/fq5pY8Mx0A4/s400/DSC01057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621494678150667426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Addi, James, Sara, Anna and Betty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iGfz5tFj_bc/TgOPdH5rPTI/AAAAAAAABfo/fn56E8iAv1w/s1600/DSC01108.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iGfz5tFj_bc/TgOPdH5rPTI/AAAAAAAABfo/fn56E8iAv1w/s400/DSC01108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621494490388446514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Addi. This is a picture Jake took. He snaps about 15-20 of these a day. That almost all get deleted. But we save a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fdim1xNa-nY/TgOPUMhXpQI/AAAAAAAABfg/G_jbcYTiq3I/s1600/DSC01110.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fdim1xNa-nY/TgOPUMhXpQI/AAAAAAAABfg/G_jbcYTiq3I/s400/DSC01110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621494337009853698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again, a Jake picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-6526973200725458636?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/6526973200725458636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=6526973200725458636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/6526973200725458636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704299996330865828/posts/default/6526973200725458636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/2011/06/random-pictures.html' title='Random pictures'/><author><name>Rick Meyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033991168437512351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nb2lKCVGMKI/TgOP_CsLOAI/AAAAAAAABgA/Bldr7Bsulkk/s72-c/DSC01054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704299996330865828.post-285329633952120096</id><published>2011-06-08T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T12:02:18.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caden on Honor Roll</title><content type='html'>I know this is a crappy picture. But our camera takes terrible pictures in our kids school gym. Caden just got done with 2nd grade. We are very proud of him because he made the honor role all 4 quarters this year. We can be proud because me and Ambur never once made the honor roll in any grade for anything. I guess that old rule they taught us in math  all those years ago about if you combine 2 negatives you get a positive really is true! Honor rolls really mean props to mom's for helping with so much homework! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AjGJ6oeEZsY/TgOMRYfJ0NI/AAAAAAAABfY/M5bHwbn21sI/s1600/DSC01093.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AjGJ6oeEZsY/TgOMRYfJ0NI/AAAAAAAABfY/M5bHwbn21sI/s400/DSC01093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621490990147293394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704299996330865828-285329633952120096?l=meyersmania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyersmania.blogspot.com/feeds/285329633952120096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3704299996330865828&amp;postID=2853296339521200
