<?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-8721522870446611409</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:13:20.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stearman Clan</title><subtitle type='html'>Steve and Darla Stearman created August 18th 1979.  Steve and Darla, Melissa, Brad,Chelsea and Ruby, Jeff and Mandy and Mackenna, Jaylee,Charity and Greg.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-9131638787704894640</id><published>2009-07-27T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:05:33.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melissa and Chelsea's Visit to California</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Melissa and Chelsea drove back from St. George with us to spend some time in California. Of course the time went WAY to fast. I so enjoy having them down to visit. We got to spend some fun time in the pool. I bought Chelsea a little Ladybug float for her to chill in. So we sat in the spa one evening. Chelsea wasn't sure at first about the water but after that she was splashing like crazy. Jaylee and Patrick came out to visit too. Even Shooter came to visit Chelsea. I love being a grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363269674414406162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sm4pWmIYehI/AAAAAAAAANE/T-QC8Mt3lyU/s400/3198_176205600176_728035176_6602201_2252035_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chelsea chilli with mom in the spa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sm41AGELhmI/AAAAAAAAANc/H9YFQu1tIhA/s1600-h/Chelsea+%27+Visit+to+CA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363282481989256802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sm41AGELhmI/AAAAAAAAANc/H9YFQu1tIhA/s400/Chelsea+%27+Visit+to+CA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chelsea with the girls. Chelsea and Shooter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sm40cejc4tI/AAAAAAAAANU/BIYKKq5gl2A/s1600-h/Dayna+%26+Brian+in+pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363281870087578322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sm40cejc4tI/AAAAAAAAANU/BIYKKq5gl2A/s400/Dayna+%26+Brian+in+pool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aunt Tee Tee and Brian came over to visit while Melissa and Chelsea were here. We had fun in the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sm42e5Q7fWI/AAAAAAAAANk/IZ2US58F-h8/s1600-h/fun+pics+of+chelsea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363284110640643426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sm42e5Q7fWI/AAAAAAAAANk/IZ2US58F-h8/s400/fun+pics+of+chelsea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sm46Qy84OSI/AAAAAAAAANs/i8fjKtVG86g/s1600-h/Neads+and+chelsea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363288266474273058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sm46Qy84OSI/AAAAAAAAANs/i8fjKtVG86g/s400/Neads+and+chelsea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363288941248339506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sm464ErjXjI/AAAAAAAAAN0/6kzUldR0TDE/s400/P1010451.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa teaching Chelsea how to take car of the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8721522870446611409-9131638787704894640?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/9131638787704894640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=9131638787704894640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/9131638787704894640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/9131638787704894640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2009/07/melissa-and-chelseas-visit-to.html' title='Melissa and Chelsea&apos;s Visit to California'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sm4pWmIYehI/AAAAAAAAANE/T-QC8Mt3lyU/s72-c/3198_176205600176_728035176_6602201_2252035_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-7927247416516389559</id><published>2009-07-06T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:37:01.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Stop -- Peggy Sue's Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SlJfrykNatI/AAAAAAAAAM0/AY9MUws0kyc/s1600-h/Peggy+Sue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355448112809601746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SlJfrykNatI/AAAAAAAAAM0/AY9MUws0kyc/s400/Peggy+Sue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Driving on our way home from St. George we stopped off at this cute dinner called "Peggy Sue's. It has all kinds of fun collector items there. When we stopped, we go to take Chelsea out of the car seat and she was soaked. She had peed all through her clothes and all over everything. I picked her up and I was covered in pee. So first things first... we take her in the bathroom and changed her diaper and clothes. Then we sat for a bite to eat. The food isn't that terrific but it is a fun place. Oh they do have great shakes!! In the lobby is a huge statue of Betty Boop so I wanted to get a picture of Chelsea with Betty. Melissa and I were twinners. Like mom, like daughter. We were glad when our diapers were dry and our tummys full. BACK ON THE ROAD AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721522870446611409-7927247416516389559?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/7927247416516389559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=7927247416516389559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/7927247416516389559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/7927247416516389559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2009/07/quick-stop-peggy-sues-dinner.html' title='Quick Stop -- Peggy Sue&apos;s Dinner'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SlJfrykNatI/AAAAAAAAAM0/AY9MUws0kyc/s72-c/Peggy+Sue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-2439061251224590245</id><published>2009-07-06T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:22:35.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch at Olive Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SlJcmi5tOlI/AAAAAAAAAMs/HiD9KIiFRRs/s1600-h/Olive+Garden+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355444724170570322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SlJcmi5tOlI/AAAAAAAAAMs/HiD9KIiFRRs/s400/Olive+Garden+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yummy... The Olive Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After we left the Temple we went for lunch at the Olive Garden. It was a long wait but it was worth it. Jeff was practicing how to use the baby carrier so when they have their baby he will know how to work it. Greg likes hanging with his niece. We had a great lunch but I was sad to leave everyone. Everyone had to take off for home right after since we all had looooong drives back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721522870446611409-2439061251224590245?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/2439061251224590245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=2439061251224590245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/2439061251224590245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/2439061251224590245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2009/07/lunch-at-olive-garden.html' title='Lunch at Olive Garden'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SlJcmi5tOlI/AAAAAAAAAMs/HiD9KIiFRRs/s72-c/Olive+Garden+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-8042578819949709677</id><published>2009-07-06T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:01:57.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Parent's Pay Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355437609205396178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SlJWIZl0ctI/AAAAAAAAAMc/8xjenZZCRKM/s400/P1030090.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm love to see the temple...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going there someday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chelsea sitting on the sacred grass at the St. George temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A Special Day for Greg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SlJSwi0mVMI/AAAAAAAAAMU/p42LfuV0ZYQ/s1600-h/Greg%27s+Temple+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355433900831560898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SlJSwi0mVMI/AAAAAAAAAMU/p42LfuV0ZYQ/s400/Greg%27s+Temple+Day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 18th 2009 we had the privlidge of going through the St. George Temple with Greg. It was a very special day for us as parents because we had most of our children in the temple. Melissa and Brad came down from Utah and Jeff and Mandy came out from Arizona. Greg was so prepared. His dad was his escort through the temple. As soon as I walked into the chapel where Greg and Steve where sitting I started to cry. There was another mother with their son going through and she was crying too. It was so awesome to all meet in the celestrial room after the session. To me that is what Heaven will be like. That is Eternal families. As you see each of your children with their families and the chain just keeps on growing. I am grateful for the opportunity I had to be part of this special day and to have my children there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721522870446611409-8042578819949709677?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/8042578819949709677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=8042578819949709677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/8042578819949709677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/8042578819949709677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2009/07/parents-pay-day.html' title='A Parent&apos;s Pay Day'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SlJWIZl0ctI/AAAAAAAAAMc/8xjenZZCRKM/s72-c/P1030090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-8522946974341953262</id><published>2009-06-23T20:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:02:43.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February Visit with Mo, Brad and Chelsea</title><content type='html'>So we took a train up to Melissa's house to visit for a few days. It was soooo good to see Chelsea. She gets bigger every time we see her. She is so much fun. The Saturday we were there Brad had to work so Melissa took us to Park City. Never been before (as we are not skiers). It was a nice day and fun to walk around and watch the people who do ski. I like to watch the snow boarders more. We got some good pictures of our outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350737360487904242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SkGjR6pK8_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/lD6ZA82-vbw/s400/Park+City+Utah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Like the cute dude in the "Crocidile Dundee " hat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Steve liked to play the WII and since we don't have Wii fit Steve liked the snow jump game. This is Steve-O playing Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350739081300905506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SkGk2FK9jiI/AAAAAAAAAL8/jlrc-rbPiRY/s400/Wii+Fit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721522870446611409-8522946974341953262?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/8522946974341953262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=8522946974341953262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/8522946974341953262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/8522946974341953262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2009/06/february-visit-with-mo-brad-and-chelsea.html' title='February Visit with Mo, Brad and Chelsea'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SkGjR6pK8_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/lD6ZA82-vbw/s72-c/Park+City+Utah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-7313950274344727169</id><published>2009-06-23T16:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:13:38.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Blog Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;February 25, 2009 - The Grand American Hotel in Salt Lake City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still a bit behind on my blogging thing. But I was suppose to go to Melissa's In March but Steve had a business trip to Salt Lake City in February so I changed my plane ticket AGAIN so I could spend some time with Steve before we both went to visit Melissa. It was a nice and short trip for Steve. We were put up at the Americana in Salt Lake City. WOW the room was something else. All the fixtures were of Gold plated. It had a huge bathroom, sunkin tub and seprate shower, a huge vanity. Turn down service with robes and a gold box of chocolates. I felt like royalty. But it was only for one night and Steve had to meet his clients early the next morning. :( I spent the day at the Family History Center and then met up with Steve later to take the train up to Melissa's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350678747800759170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SkFt-NXla4I/AAAAAAAAALk/_kZwOizsTII/s400/Americana+Utah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steve and I decided to take the train to Melissa's house in Clearfield instead of her driving to get us. It was an adventure. Steve was given a tote bag as a gift and as we were in the train he looks through it. It has some goodies for a traveler. It had a mask for your eyes, a blanket and other odd things. So I got a picture of Steve-O the tour guide with his mask on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350680217821411090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SkFvTxn0dxI/AAAAAAAAALs/v1HwPypn0Kk/s400/P1030011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who is that masked man??? ZORO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721522870446611409-7313950274344727169?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/7313950274344727169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=7313950274344727169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/7313950274344727169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/7313950274344727169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2009/06/major-blog-update.html' title='Major Blog Update'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SkFt-NXla4I/AAAAAAAAALk/_kZwOizsTII/s72-c/Americana+Utah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-6919772366342540466</id><published>2009-03-28T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T08:55:19.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Greggor in St. George</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sc6PhpGsPuI/AAAAAAAAALc/CCq2iAkcSIU/s1600-h/Greg+and+mom+Visit+to+Dixie+2-2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318346018103508706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sc6PhpGsPuI/AAAAAAAAALc/CCq2iAkcSIU/s400/Greg+and+mom+Visit+to+Dixie+2-2008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Greg loves it when his mom comes to town to check up on him. We got to see him twice, one on the way up and once on the way back. He got 2 free meals out of it. One at the Claim Jumper and one at the Olive Garden. Not to bad for a starving college student. Love ya Greggor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721522870446611409-6919772366342540466?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/6919772366342540466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=6919772366342540466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/6919772366342540466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/6919772366342540466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-and-greggor-in-st-george.html' title='Me and Greggor in St. George'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sc6PhpGsPuI/AAAAAAAAALc/CCq2iAkcSIU/s72-c/Greg+and+mom+Visit+to+Dixie+2-2008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-8358551230636897213</id><published>2009-03-28T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:56:53.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Hates Me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sc6MWI8QkWI/AAAAAAAAALU/sDbqjwr-HwI/s1600-h/Trip+with+Dayna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318342521956372834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sc6MWI8QkWI/AAAAAAAAALU/sDbqjwr-HwI/s400/Trip+with+Dayna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A trip with my sister to Utah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was getting bored at home and missing Chelsea after seeing her in December. I have to admit I was missing Chelsea myself. So we planned a road trip. (Me and my sister always have a blast when we plan a trip) So the first of February we took a trip to Utah to Visit. We stopped in St. George to visit Greggor and make sure he was doing OK. He loves it when his mom checks on him. :) Plus I can't seem to make that trip to Utah in one day anymore. Old age I guess. It snowed most the time we were there. &lt;strong&gt;I HATE SNOW! &lt;/strong&gt;Mo babysits Braxton and he wanted to go out side and play so I was brave and got a few fun things to take out with us to play with. Man it was &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;COLD&lt;/span&gt;. Us California girls don't have the right clothes to wear here. Braxton and I had a great time eating snow cones (with no flavor) NO we did not eat yellow snow either. We made stone soup though. It was delicious. The day we left for California it snow. It was a big storm. (Blizzard for me) So Utah sent me home with a bang. It snowed most of the way home till we hit St George again. Love St. George. It was a fun trip but I was happy to get home to my sweat heart and the sunshine. After all the time I spent there I didn't get 1 picture of me and Chelsea. :( I guess I was having to much fun in the snow freezing my buns off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721522870446611409-8358551230636897213?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/8358551230636897213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=8358551230636897213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/8358551230636897213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/8358551230636897213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2009/03/utah-hates-me.html' title='Utah Hates Me!!!'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sc6MWI8QkWI/AAAAAAAAALU/sDbqjwr-HwI/s72-c/Trip+with+Dayna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-7891969237422256261</id><published>2009-03-28T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:15:41.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Josh Turner Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sc6BLdhgg5I/AAAAAAAAALM/Om6zQ75nIVA/s1600-h/Josh+Turner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318330243874849682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sc6BLdhgg5I/AAAAAAAAALM/Om6zQ75nIVA/s400/Josh+Turner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK here's the deal.... I saw that Josh Turner was going to be playing at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McCallum&lt;/span&gt; Theater by our house so I think he is a really HOT country singer and how cool it would be to see him in concert. So I buy the tickets. Then I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thinkin&lt;/span&gt;... Who do I take??? My husband (who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; even know who he is) and could care less or my sister who is fun to go to concerts with but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; know who he is.  As it got closer to the concert date I decided to give the tickets to Steve as a gift. I was right.. He said "Who is this?" I said I know you have heard his music but don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;recognize&lt;/span&gt; who he is. So the night of the concert, I'm excited. We get to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McCallum&lt;/span&gt; (anyone who knows that theater knows it is an old people theater) .  So we walk in and I thought I was at an old folks home. The average age there must have been 70 yrs. old. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thinkin&lt;/span&gt; to myself these people are season ticket holders and have no clue who this guy is. Anyway I sit next to this older gentleman who doesn't break a move the whole night. Steve on the other side of me not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;break en&lt;/span&gt; a move and me just rocking out between the two of them. I should have switched seats with Steve cause the lady next to him was busting it out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;YEH&lt;/span&gt;!!! They had some girl band come out first for about 30 minutes and then it seemed like it took forever to get Josh to come out. But anyone who has been to a concert knows you need to heckle, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;whistle&lt;/span&gt; and clap to get the band to come out but no one did anything but sit there waiting. After about 30 minutes of nothing but lame taped old country music some younger girls in the balcony started to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;whistle&lt;/span&gt; and get a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;rowdy&lt;/span&gt;. So I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;chimed&lt;/span&gt; in. I was the only one near us and I know Steve was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't care I was going to have a good time. One thing good from the night was I found a friend from the ward who was there with her daughter and I talked to her later and she is a big country fan like myself. So I have found a partner in crime for the next concert. :) The music was great and He is so darn cute. His wife plays in the band. I thought that was cool. Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;yeh&lt;/span&gt; I almost got my camera taken away for taking pictures. I saw the dude coming and I quickly put it in my purse.  So needless to say I have some pictures to share on this blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721522870446611409-7891969237422256261?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/7891969237422256261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=7891969237422256261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/7891969237422256261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/7891969237422256261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2009/03/josh-turner-concert.html' title='Josh Turner Concert'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sc6BLdhgg5I/AAAAAAAAALM/Om6zQ75nIVA/s72-c/Josh+Turner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-6064397264831040759</id><published>2009-03-27T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:57:42.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sc1XTYUxFdI/AAAAAAAAALE/ZNTXTM2pSX4/s1600-h/Christmas+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318002725453108690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sc1XTYUxFdI/AAAAAAAAALE/ZNTXTM2pSX4/s400/Christmas+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I forgot about Christmas.... This year was a bit small in family members. The married children (Jeff and Melissa) spent this year with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; in-laws so it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaylee&lt;/span&gt;,her boyfriend Patrick, Charity and Greg. We did have Dayna (my sister) and her family, Steve's dad &amp;amp; Pauline over for Christmas Eve. We ate lots of food and played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;. The kids went to a new ice skating rink just around the corner while we fixed dinner. This year was special for us, Patrick spent Christmas morning with us. He read our traditional Christmas story in the morning and we enjoyed having him as part of our family. It was special too because this will be Greg's last Christmas home for 2 years as he will be serving a mission. We bought Jaylee and Patrick Rock Band so we played that or I should say Greg played it. He loved the drums and he sat there most of the day. This Christmas had it's sad moments too as we didn't have mom there to enjoy the fun with us. It is hard to believe sometimes that she is gone. But I know she spent Christmas with Jesus this year and was watching over our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721522870446611409-6064397264831040759?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/6064397264831040759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=6064397264831040759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/6064397264831040759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/6064397264831040759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2009/03/christmas-2008.html' title='Christmas 2008'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sc1XTYUxFdI/AAAAAAAAALE/ZNTXTM2pSX4/s72-c/Christmas+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-7732488740855229379</id><published>2009-03-27T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:40:03.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palm Springs Film Festival 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sc1Qd7VbhTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FQ7-vYP2sMI/s1600-h/Film+Festival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317995210068428082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sc1Qd7VbhTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FQ7-vYP2sMI/s400/Film+Festival.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;January 2009 Film Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Steve got tickets from work to attend the Palm Springs film festival. He attended a few years back but I was not able to go with him. It is a Tux event so Steve already had a tux and of course was pulling everything I owned in the closet to find something to wear to the gala. After hours of trying on stuff from the closet I found this one dress. When we drove up there was lots of cars and people off to the side waiting for stars to sign autographs. Dakota Fanning was right next to the car signing autographs but I couldn't get my camera to work quick enough. Once we stepped out of the car people would look at you to see if you were anyone of importance or a star. They had two red carpet lines. One for the stars and one for the guests. As we were walking up the red &lt;strong&gt;guest&lt;/strong&gt; carpet Ron Howard was walking down the &lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt; red carpet. He is a very nice man. He would shake hands and talk to people. When we got in it was a huge room with lots of tables with numbers on them. We had to find the table with our number. It was not to far from the front. We had a table that was a few tables over from Ron Howard, Clint Eastwood, Donald Sutherland. They would walk right by us to get to the stage. Again to slow on the camera draw. :( It was a fun night and I felt like Cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721522870446611409-7732488740855229379?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/7732488740855229379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=7732488740855229379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/7732488740855229379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/7732488740855229379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2009/03/palm-springs-film-festival-2009.html' title='Palm Springs Film Festival 2009'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sc1Qd7VbhTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FQ7-vYP2sMI/s72-c/Film+Festival.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-8091802149973108838</id><published>2009-03-27T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:00:36.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mo's Visit with Chelsea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sc0R-_fUp_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/UNL3uofxBMY/s1600-h/Chelsea+visit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317926508886796274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sc0R-_fUp_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/UNL3uofxBMY/s400/Chelsea+visit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My daddy was working out of town so me and mom came to visit my grandpa and grandma in California. It is very sunny there. I like the sunshine and my grandma D and grandpa Steve -o. We played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; and grandpa stole me out of bed on Saturday morning, took me up stairs to his bed (with grandma D sleeping) and hooked me up to his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt;. I like listening to music. Me and grandpa rocked out with the ipod. He could use some new music! I got to visit with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aunti&lt;/span&gt; Tee Tee, Aunt Charity and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jaylee&lt;/span&gt;.  We got to go out to eat lots of times. We went to Mimi's and mom's favorite place Soup plantation. It was fun to spend time with the g-parents. I'm very loved. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721522870446611409-8091802149973108838?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/8091802149973108838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=8091802149973108838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/8091802149973108838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/8091802149973108838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2009/03/mos-visit-with-chelsea.html' title='Mo&apos;s Visit with Chelsea'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Sc0R-_fUp_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/UNL3uofxBMY/s72-c/Chelsea+visit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-3399729853832013032</id><published>2009-03-27T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:20:21.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ward Christmas Party 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Scz7FC7ekDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-UmNmtoYdoQ/s1600-h/Ward+Christmas+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317901324121968690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Scz7FC7ekDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-UmNmtoYdoQ/s400/Ward+Christmas+party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"A Night in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zarahemla&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our ward Christmas party was awesome. They did a great job. We were suppose to dress up like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nephites&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lamanites&lt;/span&gt;. Brother Risk was great as King &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lamoni&lt;/span&gt;. They had booths set up and when you walked in the door you were given a burlap sack of wooden tokens that you could spend to get your food. The kids had tokens to play the games as well. They put on a play that was nicely done to. It was a fun night and I know a lot of work went into the preparation of it all. Thanks to all who helped. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721522870446611409-3399729853832013032?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/3399729853832013032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=3399729853832013032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/3399729853832013032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/3399729853832013032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2009/03/ward-christmas-party.html' title='Ward Christmas Party 2008'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Scz7FC7ekDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-UmNmtoYdoQ/s72-c/Ward+Christmas+party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-7761537163591706292</id><published>2009-03-27T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:06:38.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabobank Work Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Scz1-XSzb7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PLIywP664Lg/s1600-h/Employee+Dinner+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317895711771291570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Scz1-XSzb7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PLIywP664Lg/s400/Employee+Dinner+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rabobank&lt;/span&gt; Work Party November 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every year Steve's employer has a Christmas party. Well as the years have gone on we have watched it change from a Christmas party to Holiday party to Customer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;appreciation&lt;/span&gt; dinner and now they don't even have the gathering in December.... it's November! All because it is not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;politically&lt;/span&gt; correct to say CHRISTMAS. I say if you are offended by the majorities beliefs... Don't attend. The dinner is always good but we didn't get to sit by the FUN people (Keith,Susie, Gus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;). There is always next year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721522870446611409-7761537163591706292?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/7761537163591706292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=7761537163591706292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/7761537163591706292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/7761537163591706292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2009/03/rabobank-work-party.html' title='Rabobank Work Party'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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/_lMUNi-Cb3as/Scz1-XSzb7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PLIywP664Lg/s72-c/Employee+Dinner+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-4053861159102058377</id><published>2009-03-27T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T09:08:08.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yee Haw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SczyppfhEfI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/QWwSuuoEA2U/s1600-h/Cattle+Call.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317892057344315890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SczyppfhEfI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/QWwSuuoEA2U/s400/Cattle+Call.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The Cattle Call Rodeo November 8, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every year we try and attend the Brawley Cattle Call Rodeo. It is usually my sister and I since Steve has his young men's Priesthood activity that same weekend. This year he was able to go with us. I love Rodeos and this one is pretty good. It was nice to get away and not think of things of the past. (mom passing away). They always have a nice lunch which is yummy. Then we just look a round at the booths till the rodeo starts. I would really like to attend the large rodeo they have in Vegas in December. I hear it is one of the largest rodeos. That would be the ultimate!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721522870446611409-4053861159102058377?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/4053861159102058377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=4053861159102058377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/4053861159102058377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/4053861159102058377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2009/03/cattle-call-rodeo-november-8-2008-every.html' title='Yee Haw'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SczyppfhEfI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/QWwSuuoEA2U/s72-c/Cattle+Call.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-8482518904478953900</id><published>2009-02-21T16:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:17:52.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Memorial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SaCY5biNgaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DCFDXUMAPmg/s1600-h/Memorial+serive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305408473453658530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SaCY5biNgaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DCFDXUMAPmg/s320/Memorial+serive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE had mom's memorial on December 12th 2008. We chose that date because Melissa and Chelsea were planning on coming out at that time and so everyone would be her to see them and we could just have the memorial at that time. It was a beautiful day. My brother Dennis made the urn for my mothers ashes and it came out very nice. He made it a little bigger than a normal urn so we could put her cats in with her. My mom wanted to be burried with her cats. She had those two cats for 15 plus years. Most of the family was in attendance. Many of mom's oldest and dearest friends were there as well. The service was nice but they cut us off so it was shorter than we planned. It was great to see so many friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721522870446611409-8482518904478953900?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/8482518904478953900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=8482518904478953900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/8482518904478953900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/8482518904478953900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2009/02/moms-memorial.html' title='Mom&apos;s Memorial'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SaCY5biNgaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DCFDXUMAPmg/s72-c/Memorial+serive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-3658627176930687196</id><published>2009-02-21T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T16:03:46.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As mentioned before mom looked great and didn't look like anything was wrong. It was getting harder for her to breath. On Wednesday October 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I had a hard time getting mom a wake. She was sleeping a bit more. She came out for a little breakfast. Dayna was here with me. Mom was talking about wired stuff and wanted to see her friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;. So I went to pick her up in the afternoon and the two of them were like two girls at a slumber party. They talked into the night. Charlotte was able to get mom to eat some applesauce. I guess during the night mom had a hard time getting up to go to the bathroom so we had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cam ode&lt;/span&gt; by her bed but that was hard for her too. We put a diaper on her as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;precaution&lt;/span&gt;. The next morning mom tried to get up to go to the bathroom and she couldn't. We didn't have strength to help her. I told her to just go in the diaper. She cried. She didn't want to go in the diaper. We called the Hospice nurse and she came to evaluate mom. She told us she was dying. I couldn't believe it. She was just OK the day before. It happened so fast. They took mom back to the hospice facility. We called all family members as they didn't think she would make it though the night. I called Melissa to see if she could get out here. One thing mom wanted more than anything was to see Chelsea her Great grand baby. As we stayed by mom's side Melissa and Chelsea got on a plane and came to the hospital. At about 7 pm the nurse who was leaving her shift came in to say goodbye. She said she couldn't believe mom was still with us. She said " She must be waiting for someone?" I told her she was waiting for her great grand baby. Mom was pretty much out of it the whole time. Melissa and Chelsea got to the hospital about 9 pm. We told mom baby Chelsea was there and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;laid&lt;/span&gt; Chelsea by her side. I know mom knew Chelsea was there. She had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;slight&lt;/span&gt; smile on her face. I was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;grate full&lt;/span&gt; to the Lord for letting her see her grand baby. We also didn't want mom to die on Jeff's birthday. We kept telling her she needed to wait till midnight so it wouldn't be Jeff's birthday. Everyone left and Dayna and I stayed the night. Mom was out of it, mumbling every once in a while. We had to suction out her mouth as she kept foaming. Dayna and tried to sleep taking turns watching over mom. About 5:30 am I looked at mom and she looked so peaceful so I told Dayna we should go home and get some rest. We told mom good bye and we would be back. We got a call at about 11 am saying mom passed away. I just lost it. I wanted to be there for her. When we got to hospice we were so upset we were not there when mom died. They nurse on call said a lot of the time the person waits for the family to leave to pass. That brought some comfort. We were able to say our good byes. She looked as though she were just sleeping... very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;peaceful&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305403504957151858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SaCUYOcVWnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/YsGciBare_Y/s320/mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305404983879704226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SaCVuT28nqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Hajo7EYv4NI/s320/Mel+%26+mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721522870446611409-3658627176930687196?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/3658627176930687196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=3658627176930687196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/3658627176930687196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/3658627176930687196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-days.html' title='Last Days'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SaCUYOcVWnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/YsGciBare_Y/s72-c/mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-7642199066967410551</id><published>2009-02-21T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:26:27.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Home to Sad news</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SaCNFB6WGtI/AAAAAAAAAJM/933QTw-DWaU/s1600-h/Beverly+Pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305395478594460370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SaCNFB6WGtI/AAAAAAAAAJM/933QTw-DWaU/s320/Beverly+Pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beverly Fleming- Loving mom and Grandma&lt;br /&gt;After spending a great time with my new grand baby in Utah I came home September 11th. When I came home I found out my mom had pneumonia. She had it for the whole time I was gone to Utah and she was having a hard time breathing. I took her to see her doctor Tuesday Sept. 16th in the morning. The doctor agreed that mom needed oxygen and said from the chest x-ray that she still had pneumonia and wanted to change her antibiotic. After taking my mom home and getting her settled I got home about 3:30 pm. I get a call just after 4 pm from her asking me if I could take her to the hospital. The nurse that came to see her said she could not get her oxygen levels up. I drove her to the hospital and stayed till they were able to stabilize her. They admitted her about 8 pm. The next day they did a CT scan and mom called Dayna and I to come to the hospital to talk to the doctors. When we met with the doctors they told us that mom had Lung Cancer and for her to get her things in order. She didn't have long and to con cider Hospice home care. WOW what a blow. No warning... just hey you have cancer and you are going to die soon. Not knowing what to do next and the doctors telling us she would not be able to go home we talked to the Hospice people. Didn't really understand completely what was going on with that either. After talking at length with the guy from Hospice we were told mom could not go home and would be released to Hospice care. They released mom on Thursday the 18th to Hospice. They were suppose to release mom from the hospital at 7 pm and hospice to transport her to the facility. We drove to the facility and waited for mom to arrive. Well after waiting a while we found out that they didn't have transportation for her. They tried to call for another service to pick her up. When it got to be after 10 pm Dayna (my sister) and I went home and told them to call us when she got there. At 10:45 pm the hospital called and asked if mom was going to be picked up. I told them Hospice was taking care of it. I called hospice again and they told me the guy was on the way. I called mom and told her. After a long night she was finally taken to hospice home care facility. She stayed there for the weekend so they could get her stable. Dayna and I had to speak with the hospice social worker on Tuesday. After talking to him he said mom would never be able to go back to her home. What a shock! When you looked at mom you would never know anything was wrong with her except for her being on oxygen. I thought she could at least live at home with some help. I was wrong. The only solution was for her to come live at our house. Greg was in school and we had an extra room close to the bathroom and everything. Talk about a 180 in your life. The next thing I know they are moving in hospital beds, shower chairs, oxygen tanks, a wheelchair and walker. It is amazing how quickly your life can change. It took a bit to adjust to the situation. Like I said it wasn't like mom was bed ridden. She could move about the house as far as her oxygen cord would go. I asked the people at Hospice how long mom had left. They said 0 to 6 months but could not tell for sure. It depends on the person. Watching mom daily it seemed like we were in for the long hall. She had her appetite, she could get around but got out of breath easy. From the time mom was diagnosed with cancer till the day she died it was 7 weeks. We never had to go through the bad stuff and I think mom would have wanted it that way. Those 7 weeks were very busy ones as Dayna and I took turns caring for mom and we had to take care of her cats and apartment. It was tough but I'm glad I was able to be of service to her in those last weeks.&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/8721522870446611409-7642199066967410551?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/7642199066967410551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=7642199066967410551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/7642199066967410551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/7642199066967410551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2009/02/coming-home-to-sad-news.html' title='Coming Home to Sad news'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SaCNFB6WGtI/AAAAAAAAAJM/933QTw-DWaU/s72-c/Beverly+Pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-1057798609147554650</id><published>2009-02-21T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T14:28:56.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chelsea's Blessing / Greg's Priesthood ordination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SaB80iETv6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/escSaYq7Gzw/s1600-h/Greg%27s+ordination+Aug+2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305377602982363042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SaB80iETv6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/escSaYq7Gzw/s320/Greg%27s+ordination+Aug+2008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Greg ordained an Elder of the Church &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Men in Black.... Sexy) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Greg was ordained an Elder of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints August 31st 2008. This took place in Melissa and Brad's home as that is where the baby blessing was held due to Mel's condition. Greg wanted to be ordained an Elder before the blessing so he could take part in it. So before the blessing of Chelsea, Greg was ordained and Elder by his dad. Standing in the circle was his brother Jeff and Brad (brother-in-law) It was nice that we were able to this when the family was all there to participate, since they were all gathered for the blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305379627573990898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SaB-qYQkVfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ONuJGFfTmk8/s320/Chelsea%27s+blessing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Very Special Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As stated in a previous blog, Melissa had to go back into the hospital to have the infection removed. We were getting a little worried as we had Chelsea's blessing planned for the 31st of August as that was a Holiday weekend and all family members could be there. Melissa was discharged from the hospital Saturday the 30th about 5 pm after Melissa told her doctor her whole family was there for the blessing of Chelsea and that it was to take place Sunday the next day. The doctor was very compensating by letting Melissa go home however she had to be on a IV antibiotic. She had to have this IV every 6 hours. We had to call a member of the Bishopric and explain the circumstances that Melissa can't go to church with her IV and that we had the blessing already planned. So we were able to have the blessing in Melissa and Brad's home filled with family and friends. It was a beautiful blessing. Mandy, Me and Jeff got to get Chelsea ready for this special event. She looked like an Angel. Brad gave a beautiful blessing. Melissa's friend Sara wrote down what was said in the blessing for Melissa to have. I thought that was very special. It was great to see so many old friends and visit with family too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721522870446611409-1057798609147554650?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/1057798609147554650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=1057798609147554650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/1057798609147554650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/1057798609147554650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2009/02/chelseas-blessing-gregs-priesthood.html' title='Chelsea&apos;s Blessing / Greg&apos;s Priesthood ordination'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SaB80iETv6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/escSaYq7Gzw/s72-c/Greg%27s+ordination+Aug+2008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-2936890988232097262</id><published>2009-02-21T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T13:19:49.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellowstone Nation Park/ 29th Wedding Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SaBpLfr5X3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/SwKX17Z2QaA/s1600-h/Yellowstone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305356007247535986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SaBpLfr5X3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/SwKX17Z2QaA/s320/Yellowstone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After spending some time with Melissa and the new baby we took some time to spend together for our 29th wedding Anniversary. We both had never seen Yellowstone National Park so we decided to take a drive and spend a few days touring the park. We stayed in a nice hotel just outside the park. We found this place that rents GPS navigational systems that also narrates what you are seeing. It was the greatest thing ever. It hooks up to your radio and as you drive it tells you what you are seeing and a little history of the area. It is better than a regular tour because you set your own pace and can stop when you want. We saw some beautiful country and lots of Bison (Ta-Tunk-Ka's) . There was one that was walking down the middle of the road, just taking it's sweat o'l time. The thing that amazed us the most was how the earth could have these hot spots. It would just steam from the ground. The guisers are fasinating to watch too. We saw Old Faithfull spout. We came upon a group of deer that was hanging around these houses in one of the towns we were driving through. We stoped to get some pictures. There must have been about 20 of them with bucks too. We didn't see any bears or cayotes, but we did catch a large Bull Elk in one of the fields. Cars had pulled over so we thought there must be something here. We got out and there was this huge Buck Elk. We got to hear his call as well. That was cool. We spent one day traveling to the Great Tee Tons. We dind't see everything but we saw a lot. We really enjoyed ourselfs. I'm sure we will go back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721522870446611409-2936890988232097262?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/2936890988232097262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=2936890988232097262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/2936890988232097262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/2936890988232097262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2009/02/yellowstone-nation-park-29th-wedding.html' title='Yellowstone Nation Park/ 29th Wedding Anniversary'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SaBpLfr5X3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/SwKX17Z2QaA/s72-c/Yellowstone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-3585289795776281272</id><published>2009-02-20T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:51:54.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve and Greg coming to Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SZ7qSnFZ32I/AAAAAAAAAIc/8K2CSEztdqY/s1600-h/Greg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304935016539217762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SZ7qSnFZ32I/AAAAAAAAAIc/8K2CSEztdqY/s320/Greg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steve and Greg drove up to Utah to visit Melissa and Chelsea before we had to take Greg to school at Dixie. Greg had a great time playing Uncle to Chelsea. He just thought he was all that and a bag of chips when he held her. He told everyone HE was going to be the favorite uncle. Steve had a Wii game sent to Melissa's house for my birthday as my gift. So Greg had a fun time playing Guitar Hero and teaching Chelsea how it's done. Greg had a good time playing Uncle. As most good things had to come to an end we had to take Greg down to Dixie in St. George to school. We drove down to St. George on Friday the 22nd and stayed the night. We got up early the next morning took Greg shopping for all his neccessities. (That cost a bundle) and got him settled in his new room at school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304938397811828306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SZ7tXbTnZlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_NqTUNlwPRQ/s320/Dixie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still waiting to get a picture of Greg in front of the Dixie College sign. He took one on his camera but never gave it to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721522870446611409-3585289795776281272?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/3585289795776281272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=3585289795776281272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/3585289795776281272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/3585289795776281272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2009/02/steve-and-greg-coming-to-utah.html' title='Steve and Greg coming to Utah'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SZ7qSnFZ32I/AAAAAAAAAIc/8K2CSEztdqY/s72-c/Greg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-9087981654793318468</id><published>2008-08-16T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:11:29.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been so long since I have added to our blog. After I go into why it has been so long you will see. Lets see.... it started back in August when my first grand baby was due. She was due August 13th so I decided to fly up to Utah on the 9th thinking that would give me plenty of time. As it got closer and Melissa was progressing Steve talked me into changing my plan ticket to the 6th of August. He told me I would never forgive myself if I missed this big event. He was right about that, however the baby didn't come till August 14th. Babies come or don't come when you want. :) So a day after Chelsea's due date they had Melissa and Brad go into the hospital early to induce her labor. The baby still had not dropped. Long story short, after many hours of nothing much happening and the baby still not dropping the doctor came in about 5 pm and they decided to take the baby c-section. At about 5:30 pm we had a new grand daugher. Chelsea Ruthe Petersen weighing in at 11 lbs 7 oz. (No this is not a typo) She was the talk of the nursery. She was the most presious thing ever. I couldn't stop staring at her. I couldn't believe I was finally a grandma. I called everyone to give them the news including Steve (the new grandpa) He could'nt believe how big she was. It truly was a great day. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286859581033532226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SV6yxyjfy0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nwmi71pP6J8/s320/P1000526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chelsea Ruthe Petersen - 8 /14/2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Welcome to the World!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;August 15th was my 50th birthday and since Melissa just had a baby and Steve was still at home waiting for his vacation to start I was alone. Or I thought. My best friend Nancy who nows lives in Utah took me out to a movie "Mama Mia" and to dinner. It was so much fun. It was like old times. We laughed and just enjoyed talking about the old days. Before we went into the resturant there was a motorcycle just sitting there so I had Nancy take a picture of me. (Harley Mama)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304914278352205074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SZ7XbfUUtRI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WvA_bayrnFY/s400/50th+birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Good Friends are hard to find. Thanks Nanc for a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On August 16th Steve and Greg drove up to Utah to see Chelsea and visit with Brad and Melissa. Greg was so excited to be an Uncle and Steve was such a proud grandpa. He just kept saying how pretty Chelsea was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304912168813795618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SZ7VgsrLGSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/B9y_wAiSbZk/s400/Chelsea+in+Hospital.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grand Babies are a Gift from above.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We had a great time getting to know our newest member of the family. We all took turns holding Chelsea and helping Melissa out. She had a tough go of it. She had a rough time nursing Chelsea as Chelsea would not coroperate. It was very frustrating for Melissa. It was hard for me to see my daughter so heart broken as everything she wanted for the birth of this child didn't come to pass. From the delivery (she wanted to have it natural and had to have a C-section), to nursing her baby (not going to happen in this life time). I never had any problems so it was hard to comfort her. I know it all happened for a reason but it was difficult to watch. I was scheduled to stay till after the blessing of Chelsea which was August 31st and return home with Steve. As it turned out Melissa ended up with a really bad infection from her inssion and had to go back to the doctor to have it looked at. It was the size of my fist. The doctor gave her some options and she took the option to have the strong antibiotic by IV to see if that would help. She did not want to be cut open again. As fate would have it an hour or so later the inssion burst and she ended up in the hospital and they had to remove the infection. That set Melissa back and I had to stay two more weeks till she healed. I know this was hard for Melissa. It was hard on me to as I missed Steve but I knew I needed to be her for Melissa. The good thing was I was able to bond with Chelsea for a few extra weeks and I loved every minute of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304928065696709682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SZ7j-BLaPDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Z7A0jG1BRpw/s320/Grandma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721522870446611409-9087981654793318468?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/9087981654793318468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=9087981654793318468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/9087981654793318468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/9087981654793318468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-was-best-of-times-it-was-worst-of.html' title='It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SV6yxyjfy0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nwmi71pP6J8/s72-c/P1000526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-887033313977362730</id><published>2008-08-05T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T08:18:15.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Utah and Mo's Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SJhjvLdbSGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/6dPG-lk7q_w/s1600-h/P1010780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231040629372045410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SJhjvLdbSGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/6dPG-lk7q_w/s320/P1010780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started on July 23rd. My sister and I drove to Utah for Melissa's baby shower. We had to take my sisters BEAST of a truck to get ALL the baby stuff to Utah. We had a crib, stroller, carseat and a lot more. I love shopping for babbies. I was told many times I went overboard. We drove to St. George the first day. My sister and I always have a great time when we get together. We ate at "Famous Daves" that night. What a meal. We got up and drove the rest of the way. A beautiful drive, but long. We got to Melissa's about 1 pm on Thursday which happened to be July 24th. Pioneer day in Utah. A big celebration there. We had tickets to attend the "47 days Rodeo". &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231038752678291938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SJhiB8OxKeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4IijqNWJwWw/s320/P1010737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The nest day my sister and I painted baby Chelsea's room. It was a lot of work but worth it when it was done. I didn't get any pictures of it as yet cause it was not decorated. I will include them when I get back after the baby is born in September.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday was the baby shower at Venessa's house. It was good to see many old friends. My best friend from Chino (Nancy) came and it is always good to see her. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231041692677921458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SJhktElTWrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_QZjeg4R1i8/s320/P1010761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything looked so nice. Venessa did a nice job. Melissa had lots of her friends there and she got LOTS of clothes. Everyone likes to buy baby clothes so she didn't get a lot of things she needs for the baby.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231043120931227170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SJhmANPbRiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/HalXQVLpCBw/s200/P1010760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231043722919939218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SJhmjP0uDJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/suovMWhDcCc/s200/P1010766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After the baby shower Dayna and I thought we were going to have to put together the baby crib. We were not looking forward to that task. When we got home and Melissa was showing Brad the things she got at the shower Brad asked her to bring it up to the baby's room. As we walked up stairs Brad had already put the crib together as we were at the shower. That was so nice of him and Melissa cried. We then went shopping at Target to get those things Melissa needed for the baby that she didn't get. It is very difficult for Melissa to be on her feet for a long length of time so we suggested a cart for her to drive around the store. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231045110236770642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SJhnz_-08VI/AAAAAAAAAFk/N9a-U6kRi6Q/s320/P1010772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After much shopping for those needful things a few of us got a bit tired.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231045540144375794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SJhoNBgyZ_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Bed0n65Lkok/s320/P1010774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a hard day of baby shower and shopping we went out to dinner at "Applebees". Yum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231051148640269250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SJhtTeyaM8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/v4zgltOYAOs/s320/P1010776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday it was very hard to leave. I have this feeling that Melissa is going to have this baby when I'm not there. I miss my husband and family at home but I really want to be there for Melissa and Brad and the coming of our first grandchild. I hope I make it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721522870446611409-887033313977362730?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/887033313977362730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=887033313977362730' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/887033313977362730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/887033313977362730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2008/08/trip-to-utah-and-mos-baby-shower.html' title='Trip to Utah and Mo&apos;s Baby Shower'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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://bp1.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SJhjvLdbSGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/6dPG-lk7q_w/s72-c/P1010780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-4345970571418838106</id><published>2008-07-21T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:06:12.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit with Jaylee and Patrick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SIVHGFH9BjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Xa9pVpo53Xg/s1600-h/P1010690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225661112413652530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SIVHGFH9BjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Xa9pVpo53Xg/s320/P1010690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaylee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Santa Monica to visit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaylee&lt;/span&gt; and Patrick and see their new place. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jaylee&lt;/span&gt; and Patrick both had to work but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jaylee&lt;/span&gt; got off at noon so we decided to take her to lunch at a famous hot dog place called "Pinks" in Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225668598616500962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SIVN51ZzKuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kQOVrWRJyA4/s320/P1010697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jaylee&lt;/span&gt; and Mom at Pinks in Hollywood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We stood in a long line that took about 30 minutes to order our food but it is worth it. The food is great and it is fun to be at a place that is famous. It was built in 1939. It is old and beat up but people love it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225662605724513138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SIVIdAJAc3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/t1Y-CSIfpLQ/s320/P1010703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The food was great. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225663151082589666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SIVI8vwgTeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6MjsOYmLJkI/s320/P1010705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jaylee&lt;/span&gt; enjoying her food. She had a Guadalajara Dog, I had a Mild Chicago Polish Dog and dad had a Pastrami Burrito made with 2 hot dogs wrapped in a tortilla. Good stuff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225664090490083986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SIVJzbUtGpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4e1fyArxtT4/s320/P1010710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After lunch we went to visit Patrick at his work. He works at a car dealership just across the street from where they live. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Doesn't&lt;/span&gt; he look cute all dressed up and looking smart behind that desk! Patrick gave us a tour of the place and showed us some of the cars. It was fun. Steve got a hankering (mid life) to sit in a Corvette. This Corvette is one that will be featured on the Price is Right in August.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225665148248833858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SIVKw_yCv0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/sMvkWtvVToQ/s320/P1010713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Doesn't&lt;/span&gt; he look cool??? I would say let the wind rush &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; your hair But he ain't got any. :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225665951893871266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SIVLfxl82qI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4128SLZxoII/s320/P1010720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After we visited Patrick we went back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jaylee's&lt;/span&gt; apartment and played the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; game. We played bowling and had a blast. Dad wants a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; game now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jaylee&lt;/span&gt; then showed us her skills with Guitar Hero. She is pretty good. You go girl!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225665743159099762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SIVLTn_tAXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WAkQRLaC55w/s320/P1010717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A nice picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Jaylee&lt;/span&gt; and Patrick at his work but the water fountain. Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Jaylee&lt;/span&gt; and Patrick for a nice visit. I know it was short but we enjoyed it. Hope to spend more time next time. Hope you had a nice time in Vegas and won LOTS of money to buy your mom and dad a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;WII&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks again We love you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721522870446611409-4345970571418838106?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/4345970571418838106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=4345970571418838106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/4345970571418838106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/4345970571418838106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2008/07/visit-with-jaylee-and-patrick.html' title='A Visit with Jaylee and Patrick'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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://bp0.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SIVHGFH9BjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Xa9pVpo53Xg/s72-c/P1010690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-7811464771042035609</id><published>2008-07-21T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T06:59:05.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dixie, Zion, and Lots More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;St. George Utah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SIShmyszA1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/1pvE-dC-dQk/s1600-h/P1010624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225479155473384274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SIShmyszA1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/1pvE-dC-dQk/s320/P1010624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was on vacation this past week and we took Greg to Dixie College in St. George Utah for his orientation and register for his classes. We had a nice trip without any problems. The weather was as if at home... hot and humid. I don't have a picture of Greg by the Dixie College sign because he was being a poop and he promised when he went to school he would take one. So sorry no picture of Greg. :( But I did get a picture of the Dixie on the mountain. The first night in St. George we found a "Famous Dave's" BBQ to have dinner. Greg of course finds the biggest dinner on the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225487744590510210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SISpavp5eII/AAAAAAAAADk/inHDMuW1ick/s320/P1010613.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here is a picture of Greg's slaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225488236101229618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SISp3WrL3DI/AAAAAAAAADs/xx0G-B29uMw/s320/P1010617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. George Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225481040359630338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SISjUgcspgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DPzvDzkb18c/s320/P1010623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday Greg had his orientation and Steve and I were going to attend the St. George Temple. We drove over there and walked the grounds. They are beautiful. As we walked around a worker stopped us and informed us that the temple was closed for cleaning for 2 weeks. We wondered why we hadn't seen anyone come in or out of the temple and when we did find the front of the temple and the parking lot it was empty. We were disappointed as we really wanted to go inside and feel of the spirit there. The Lord knows the intent of our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry wer'e Closed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225481595342994898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SISj0z7CvdI/AAAAAAAAADE/6OGmf0Q8om4/s320/P1010620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So we then decided to go to Zion National Park. It was a nice drive and beautiful scenery. It was a beautiful day. We took lots of pictures and just enjoyed being in God's creation and spending time with each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225482662244179490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SISky6cG3iI/AAAAAAAAADM/qvsLM7QmKNM/s320/P1010633.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nice couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;After enjoying a great day in Zion we had to go pick Greg up from his orientation. So we headed back. We picked Greg up had some lunch and went back to the hotel. Greg wanted to take a nap so Steve and I decided to go bowling. (we want to keep up with Jeff and Mandy). So we found a bowling alley and proceeded to bowl. I had not bowled in a while. It was fun but very hot and sweaty in there. On my second game I finally broke a 100. I did get on strike of which dad did not get the picture. Check out the action shots on the slide show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225484274917413714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SISmQyHXk1I/AAAAAAAAADU/14QGCHb5rsw/s320/P1010662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking out of the bowling alley I saw one of those machines that have different things you can try and grab. I saw a Betty Boop Doll that I liked. (Steve has a relative named Betty in Michigan that collects them) So I said why don't you try and get that. He never played the game before and didn't know what he was doing. He said "How much does it cost?" I said it looked like 50 cents, so he puts in a dollar and the machine starts to go. He gets it over to the doll and he proceeded to pick it up and NO GO, it drops. He said what is the hang of this. I tried to tell him and he tried one more time. This time he timed his pick up just right and BAM he got it. It was soooo exciting and it only cost a buck. My boyfriend won me a toy at the bowling alley and I was so happy. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225485956312216882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SISnypzINTI/AAAAAAAAADc/0m1RbM63sbQ/s320/P1010689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's my MAN!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After going bowling we stopped off at Dessert Book Store and of course you have to get something. So dad found 3 books on the presidents of the US and he was so excited it only cost $20.00 for the 3 of them. I bought a CD call "A dog at my Scriptures" for $2.99. We listened to it and it was pretty good. I recommend it to all. When we got back to the hotel Greg was mad he didn't go bowling. We told him we were leaving so he lost out. After a very nice time in Utah we had to head back home. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721522870446611409-7811464771042035609?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/7811464771042035609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=7811464771042035609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/7811464771042035609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/7811464771042035609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2008/07/dixie-zion-and-lots-more.html' title='Dixie, Zion, and Lots More'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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://bp0.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SIShmyszA1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/1pvE-dC-dQk/s72-c/P1010624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-5108164748125447565</id><published>2008-07-13T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:30:19.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom gets new phone for her 50th birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SHrGl3x1hJI/AAAAAAAAACs/LeaVH1FNF6Y/s1600-h/P1010606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222705071819949202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SHrGl3x1hJI/AAAAAAAAACs/LeaVH1FNF6Y/s320/P1010606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The PHONE LG Rumor Phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SHrEehoLFSI/AAAAAAAAACc/AjN-YuRzUO4/s1600-h/P1010604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222702746591499554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SHrEehoLFSI/AAAAAAAAACc/AjN-YuRzUO4/s320/P1010604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the story starts when I needed to update my cell phone. We went one Friday night after dinner. That night happened to be the night California instated the new "Hands free" law. So of course Sprint was busy, Radio shack was busy... everyone was busy so we decided to let things cool down. So this Friday after dinner we went to Best Buy to check out the phones. Steve wanted to get me a new phone for my 50th birthday since he will not be with me on my birthday. I will be welcoming our new grand baby. Anyway he decided to get me a new phone. He and I both liked the "LG Rumor " phone. It comes in 4 colors. Green (like my Ipod), white, blue and black. I really liked the black because it looked classy. So that is what I got. It is really cool. It has a slide out key board for text messaging. (like I know how to do that fast) but it is cool and I'm sure I will get better. So now I have caught up to the rest of the world. I even have the new "Cock Roach" ear piece. Too cool. Mine is light weight and is square not like the other cock roach looking ones. So don't be surprised if I text you more these days. It is because I'm practicing. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222703169722204290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SHrE3J6ZQII/AAAAAAAAACk/9t7K0lRfGts/s320/P1010602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the ear piece not the cute babe wearing the piece. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721522870446611409-5108164748125447565?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/5108164748125447565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=5108164748125447565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/5108164748125447565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/5108164748125447565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-phone-for-my-big-50-birthday.html' title='Mom gets new phone for her 50th birthday'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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://bp0.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SHrGl3x1hJI/AAAAAAAAACs/LeaVH1FNF6Y/s72-c/P1010606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-9148746599688039824</id><published>2008-07-13T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:02:40.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Harvest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SHq7WN5wVYI/AAAAAAAAACE/kxmx5o68X6k/s1600-h/P1010591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222692708252931458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SHq7WN5wVYI/AAAAAAAAACE/kxmx5o68X6k/s320/P1010591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it is a week late but the GREAT tomato is hear. We didn't have it for our 4th of July hamberger so now we have to think of something special to do with it. Steve took this picture and I think he did a great job. Of course he does too. Notice the beads of water and everything??? We did get another tomato off the vine but it was not a very developed one and we cut and ate it. It was good. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222694164166928514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SHq8q9ms6II/AAAAAAAAACM/p0uNlCzGEfw/s320/P1010592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;International Harvester!!! Steve picking his crop. Not much to look at but he is a very proud owner. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222694780110083058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SHq9O0K_k_I/AAAAAAAAACU/Z53TZmvEveY/s320/P1010594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud owner of the GREAT TOMATO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721522870446611409-9148746599688039824?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/9148746599688039824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=9148746599688039824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/9148746599688039824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/9148746599688039824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2008/07/harvest.html' title='The Harvest'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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://bp0.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SHq7WN5wVYI/AAAAAAAAACE/kxmx5o68X6k/s72-c/P1010591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-7725167820007428271</id><published>2008-07-06T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T18:15:44.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Fried Tomatoes and the 4th of July</title><content type='html'>Celebtating our county's freedom at the Redlands University fireworks show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SHFkWrmkbNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/USeaWQPY-AU/s1600-h/P1010576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220063783923510482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SHFkWrmkbNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/USeaWQPY-AU/s320/P1010576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it all started back a few months ago when Steve wanted to follow the Prophet and grow his own little garden. He thought he would grow some tomatoes in a pot. His goal was to have a nice red, juciy rip tomatoe to put on his 4th of July hamberger. Well the 4th is here and the tomatoes are still green so I told Steve we could have Fried Green tomatoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220037529751760802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SHFMefMPr6I/AAAAAAAAABE/aUoI5saJE2E/s320/P1010580.JPG" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just the two empty nesters at Redlands celebrating the 4th of July. I would say it was a quiet day but there were so many families with kids that it wasn't &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; quiet till we plugged in our I Pods. It made us miss our family and wished we could have been together to enjoyed this time. It was hot there too but it did cool a bit when the sun went down. All in all it was a nice day to spend together. We made record time getting out of there too. We knew the back streets so we were able to get on out of dodge QUICK. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220037986002888930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SHFM5C2_aOI/AAAAAAAAABM/KnN5Z2Tp5QA/s320/P1010560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two LOVE birds enjoying the 4th of July at the Park. Notice the ear pods???&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220039923020622786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SHFOpy0Aa8I/AAAAAAAAABU/67tlo0AjKtE/s320/P1010561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a picnic in the park without a nap? Steve took this picture without me knowing. I will get him back one of these days. If you look in the back ground you will see the family from Iran. They are the same people that were here 2 years ago with their bongs and special tea. What are the odds of them being right next to us again?? The group doubled in size as the day went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220042553407616434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SHFRC5xItbI/AAAAAAAAABs/VJerarjfYss/s320/P1010565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well here he is "Steve-O" grillin the juicy hambergers. They were mighty tasty but we had to use Store bought tomatoes. :( We had a nice spread going. We had hambergers, potatoe salad, watermellon with all the trimmins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220040524997628354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SHFPM1WgkcI/AAAAAAAAABc/s0on3cajZMY/s320/P1010564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's the 4th of July without Homemade ice cream? Dad did his thing and made our traditional homemade ice cream. Since it is just the two of us we had lots of left overs for days to come. YUM, YUM. There is advantages to being empty nesters. MORE ICE CREAM!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220041536117328706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SHFQHsEOy0I/AAAAAAAAABk/uhUlAA-CsE4/s320/P1010566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We would like to thank all those who have given their lives for our freedom. Of course dad had to buy a flag to take to the park with us. He also hung the one at the house. It's great to be an american! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220043273295846002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SHFRszj3WnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/S4fL1rfYiNA/s320/P1010562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c28319a37bb7c930" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc28319a37bb7c930%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329968385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84E1F28B392101722B7A0438964CA785340528.5B1E2A481A537269FD6A2F3B07E2C9490255B87C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc28319a37bb7c930%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwOHYs6ihp3iq1KVETmDaqgI4gRs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc28319a37bb7c930%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329968385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84E1F28B392101722B7A0438964CA785340528.5B1E2A481A537269FD6A2F3B07E2C9490255B87C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc28319a37bb7c930%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwOHYs6ihp3iq1KVETmDaqgI4gRs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God Bless the USA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721522870446611409-7725167820007428271?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c28319a37bb7c930&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/7725167820007428271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=7725167820007428271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/7725167820007428271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/7725167820007428271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2008/07/green-fried-tomatoes-and-4th-of-july.html' title='Green Fried Tomatoes and the 4th of July'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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://bp1.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SHFkWrmkbNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/USeaWQPY-AU/s72-c/P1010576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-5549721902018950517</id><published>2008-06-13T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T15:34:45.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steve Chill'in after a hard day of crouqet.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SFMCssThxjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ls2sq_gxrwM/s1600-h/P1010334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211512160628360754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SFMCssThxjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ls2sq_gxrwM/s320/P1010334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SFMB-Zjr7QI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_ak0HMC6fMI/s1600-h/P1010337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211511365321878786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SFMB-Zjr7QI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_ak0HMC6fMI/s320/P1010337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeff and Mandy enjoying the pool together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SFMAtarn5JI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nTG0fMW6y0M/s1600-h/P1010330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211509974054200466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SFMAtarn5JI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nTG0fMW6y0M/s320/P1010330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeff and Mandy came out for the weekend. We had a great time. We played croquet and played in the pool. Our family tradition has always been that we make homemade ice cream on holidays. So of course we made ice cream and it was very yummy!!! It was sad to see them go. &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/8721522870446611409-5549721902018950517?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/5549721902018950517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=5549721902018950517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/5549721902018950517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/5549721902018950517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2008/06/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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://bp0.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SFMCssThxjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ls2sq_gxrwM/s72-c/P1010334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721522870446611409.post-4622611956577324469</id><published>2008-05-26T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:57:58.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Weekend with Jeff &amp; Mandy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SDr58PG0V2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/svN0BJ0ajnY/s1600-h/P1010320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204747132622624610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SDr58PG0V2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/svN0BJ0ajnY/s320/P1010320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Steve and Mandy duking it out for the wicket. Who will get there first???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721522870446611409-4622611956577324469?l=stearman7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/feeds/4622611956577324469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721522870446611409&amp;postID=4622611956577324469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/4622611956577324469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721522870446611409/posts/default/4622611956577324469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stearman7.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-weekend-with-jeff-mandy.html' title='Memorial Weekend with Jeff &amp; Mandy'/><author><name>stearman family Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11349955597065428905</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://bp0.blogger.com/_lMUNi-Cb3as/SDr58PG0V2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/svN0BJ0ajnY/s72-c/P1010320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
