<?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-7969055868862393577</id><updated>2011-12-10T00:21:00.383-08:00</updated><category term='growl'/><category term='Sunday'/><category term='Turkey'/><title type='text'>Madison with a little bit of Ryan and Janell</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-8561417100636345604</id><published>2011-11-29T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T00:21:00.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November- December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kzjwWdSf8tU/TuMPlc4iF3I/AAAAAAAAAuM/3OLgywjjzjs/s1600/DSCF1723.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684404290754582386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kzjwWdSf8tU/TuMPlc4iF3I/AAAAAAAAAuM/3OLgywjjzjs/s400/DSCF1723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a great thanksgiving. It was fun and relaxing and much needed.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and I both took the entire week off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What wild adventures did we have? Seriously Madison and I hung around the house and did a whole lot of nothing except for hanging out with Ryan's family. &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684404296843445570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ryPVECB8gg0/TuMPlzkOxUI/AAAAAAAAAuY/imMxytVxwwY/s400/DSCF1736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan did go one a few bunny hunts which was evidently a blast. They didn't get too many, but he evidently got a field mouse with the 22... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One night while we were there we went to Emily's basketball game and I have never seen a basketball game like it. They literally were ripping the ball out of each others hands, it freaked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me out a bit, Madison liked watching them run back and worth. She only freaked out when people yelled too loud.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pA-Z9e3yBEw/TuMPlN4WzVI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Jy-PmBfYD3U/s1600/DSCF1810.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pA-Z9e3yBEw/TuMPlN4WzVI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Jy-PmBfYD3U/s1600/DSCF1810.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684404311631819170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PqGg0mp4Bhg/TuMPmqqDcaI/AAAAAAAAAuw/yQ3K9d13sn8/s400/DSCF1758.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On thanksgiving we drove down to lund and had dinner with the majority of Ryan's family. We had fifty people there and that's with one of Ryan's uncles family missing and a cousin from the Fuges. I found it crazy because I didn't even realize I hadn't met some of them before and I thought I had. It blew my mind with all of us in the same room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of Ryan's cousins was a photographer and she took some group pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madison realized one of the doors was open and she booked it. &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684410029267707762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P0b-AGCx5r0/TuMUzegrZ3I/AAAAAAAAAvs/XfRBh6FKckg/s400/374788_10151000549425521_545150520_21442226_335740409_n.jpg" /&gt;His cousin Annie took a few really cute pictures of Madison on the loose... I can't wait til I can get my hands on them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way home we had two deer decide they were going to cross the road. It freaked me out a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bit... they were going in front semis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uHKTYeKonCQ/TuMQh6cRvDI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GQcj-D_COTA/s1600/DSCF1776.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684405346257647826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wE-Dm2gzJLg/TuMQi48EuNI/AAAAAAAAAvU/R3_K7wHgdGM/s400/DSCF1788.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(yes I did jump out of the car to get a picture of it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an interesting night since the stuffing made a few of the family sick... so it was a smelly smelly night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cousins spent the night for two nights which was fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They played cops and robbers one night which ended in Emily ripping her pants, having to go back out to find her Dads cell phone, and the van Ryan was driving died. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now why would a group of teenagers be playing cops and robbers you might ask? Well Ely is probably the only city you can play this game properly. You have a few groups of teenagers go and run around the city trying to get to meet up points. They are trying to avoid getting into the headlights of the "cops" which is a group of adults driving around trying to find the "robbers"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;evidently the games get huge and are a ton of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I discovered that Madison loves trampolines. I don't know how she even knew how they worked! I put her on the tramp and she looked at me and started to bounce herself. It was seriously the cutest thing possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684404304232082274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eRjQjVMzQnU/TuMPmPF0a2I/AAAAAAAAAuk/CH4CBf_VN0I/s400/DSCF1751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all got weirdly sick while we were up there. Madison's nose ran for the first time in her life, and Ryan and I got weirdly congested. I believe it was from the higher elevation and the extreme cold shock that we experienced. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all our trip was a blast... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made some poor souls life horrible though. We stayed at motel 6 for the week and the manager tried to lie to me... a few times, and it would really make you sick if I said what he was lying about. So needless to say after a horrible email to the company after we left we now have a free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nights stay at any motel six to use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got home and tried to relax and I went about my mountain of laundry. It took me about six or seven loads but I was finally able to catch up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I had the laundry all done I set up our Christmas tree with ornaments missing from the bottom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thankful that Madison hasn't been too attracted to the tree. She will crawl up to it touch one light bulb and then loose interest and crawl away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684405356290461778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OocKYGki8XM/TuMQjeUFUFI/AAAAAAAAAvg/FSKAOiSGHgA/s400/DSCF1806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday November 28th I then went over to my moms house and set up her tree with Madisons help. She was a lot more interested in this than my house. She touched my moms dog for the first time which made me cringe. She can touch the cat... just not the dog. I'm glad she only "touched" her (she kind of pat/smacked her on the head) once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in charge of decorating my moms tree because if my mom did her own tree *cringes* It would turn out a hot mess (with all the love in my heart) It would have like 20 year old ornaments that don't match at all and its just random, so in the best interest of the tree my moms not allowed to decorate her own tree lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday December 4th Madison was... wrestling me while she was eating. She was rolling and twisting while she was eating. She hasn't gotten the fear of heights yet so she rolled right off the bed. The way she landed she must have hurt her arm because she wouldn't crawl, for two days. I called her pediatrician and made an appointment for Tuesday to get her checked out. The way she wouldn't lift her arm past a certian spot and wouldn't put any weight on it. She thought she might have broken her collar bone or her shoulder. So off to be xrayed we went. It took us about three hours all in all to be xrayed. They took one round then sent us back to get more done at different angles. I found out that she didn't break anything which was a huge weight off my shoulders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madison can be a little stinker somedays. When she was eating the other night she would look at me grab a handful of food, laugh, then drop it on the ground, then repeat. She also has taken to sometimes just refusing to take a nap. There are days though when you just love her sweet self so much you look past it all and just hug her.&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684404286727310674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pA-Z9e3yBEw/TuMPlN4WzVI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Jy-PmBfYD3U/s400/DSCF1810.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking oh so forward to Madison's first Christmas. I know shes going to have a blast with all of the wrapping paper. Ryan wants me to make our stockings this year. I have never sewn anything with a sewing machine in my life. I'll wing it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm proudly able to say right now I'm feeding two babies at once. Would you like me to back up because I promise I'm not pregnant right now. Have you ever hit a point in your friendship with a person that you would do anything for them? Well I hit that point with one of my friends. She called me and asked me if I wasn't using my pumped milk. I had a freezer full and I was doing nothing with it. Once she started in I knew I had been saving my milk for her. So Off I shipped my milk and started pumping again... That day was November 16th. From that day since I have 172.5 oz of milk in my freezer just waiting until she asks for more. Yes I am a milk cow, but I'm proud of it. I'm also proud that I am so close with this person that I will alter my life to make theirs easier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now hopefully I'll have time to post again soon and not have to wait a month and a half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-8561417100636345604?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8561417100636345604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=8561417100636345604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/8561417100636345604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/8561417100636345604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/11/november-december.html' title='November- December'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kzjwWdSf8tU/TuMPlc4iF3I/AAAAAAAAAuM/3OLgywjjzjs/s72-c/DSCF1723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-1905104569994582475</id><published>2011-10-14T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T23:21:13.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 posts in one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm currently basking in the glow of a nap... her nap will probably end in like five minutes because shes been asleep for an hour and a half. We have been waging the sleep war for almost two weeks now and I think the war is coming to a close. (lol as soon as I wrote that she woke up!) The first night was bad, she cried for an hour straight as we slept in the living room... well I can't really say sleep. She did better the next night and the next. We got back into our bed and have only been kicked out once since we went back in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fcipouR7wo4/TqZRiybJgPI/AAAAAAAAAs4/dCyYAb54hpw/s400/DSCF1592.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667306839185391858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madison is super fun right now. She likes to carry around things in her mouth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In her bath she likes to put a wash cloth in her mouth and like to migrate around the bath tub. I have her on a semi routine when I put her to bed at night dinner at 7 she eats for an hour (yes an hour she eats a heck of a lot some nights) so bath at 8 then she tends to be asleep by 8:30. It seems to help and I'm not sure how Ryan does it I know she doesnt get a bath with him but he can also get her to sleep a heck of a lot easier than I can. There are actually nights I cant get her to sleep but he can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sbtuK1Y1vNw/TqZRiFnZW-I/AAAAAAAAAsc/UwyhjdbPlYw/s400/DSCF1557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667306827157167074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm super excited to go up to Ely for thanksgiving! I have the week off (after fighting with my job and have to prove it to her by giving her my hotel reservation.... yes I'm serious) It will be sooo nice to be around his family. There will be a new baby and I will get to meet my nephiew which I'm super excited about! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SLYJMwf5amY/TqZRj6LTCcI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/yBDkwgldFRA/s1600/DSCF1599.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nzizfg-IDls/TqZSThEyEeI/AAAAAAAAAtg/jag-ukrVyJ0/s400/1022111921.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667307676341768674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*enter the new post lol !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SLYJMwf5amY/TqZRj6LTCcI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/yBDkwgldFRA/s400/DSCF1599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667306858446260674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madison is 9 months old today! Its kind of crazy to see her changing so much! She is such a cutie pie! I love her! She started to crawl on Saturday while we were in the hospital waiting for her cousin to be born (I'll get into it more later) Shes been trying to crawl or been on the verge of crawling for almost two months now. She got decently good at going backwards and butt scooting but never really got the whole going forward thing. When her cousin was born I told her to say hi to her cousin and she waved at him! It was the first time she has done it and shes been doing it more today. She thinks her mommy and daddy are so funny and she gets shy and hides... but then again she will wave back too. Shes likes to wave to the baby in the mirror too. She has a few favorite toys. She has a spider and octopus's from her bath. She likes to carry them around. I've figured out how to fit her into the wrap again. It really helps to have a free hand and she likes it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fcipouR7wo4/TqZRiybJgPI/AAAAAAAAAs4/dCyYAb54hpw/s1600/DSCF1592.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YabNBBLre6E/TqZRjh0puDI/AAAAAAAAAtA/JeQLncZkdr0/s400/DSCF1596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667306851908827186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a text Saturday  morning from Ryans sister letting me know her water broke. As soon as I could I called into work and we high tailed it up to Ely. We took a pit stop at Alamo and Maddie saw a spider that she loved! So we got him for her and made it up to Ely. I went and checked on Sara and she was at a 5 but her blood pressure was low and her heart rate was high so they were worried about her. I went back to the house because Madison wasn't having me be away from her. We went back to the hospital at 7:30 and we found out that that she was going to have to have a c-section. While we were waiting to hear to news Tommy figured out how to get Madison to crawl. Lure her with paper. Gunner Dean Griffin was born at 8:21 pm and was 6 13 and was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 20 inches long. I told her to say hi to him through the glass and she waved to him for the first time ever. We stayed on Sunday and went to stake conference. We had family dinner played some games and visited Gunner again. We left at 8:30pm and Madison died the whole way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SLYJMwf5amY/TqZRj6LTCcI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/yBDkwgldFRA/s1600/DSCF1599.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w1bhnon80o/TqZSTkB-CfI/AAAAAAAAAtY/6YFLS6YNGps/s400/1023111526.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667307677135276530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madion is pretty much trained to know that 8 - 8:30 is bedtime. Littereally you can put her into her bed she'll cry for like a second then she's gone til 6. its nice. Its odd tho I don't nurse her even a fraction as much as I used to. I think I maybe feed her twice a day, breakfast and lunch... sometimes she get cranky and she then gets a snack. Its weird I'm not sure yet if she will wean herself or else I'll have to break her of it. I mean I love nursing her, but it would be nice to have my body back to myself and wear a normal bra again... This is also a weird thing because I can tell nursing has taken a tole on my body and I'm still nursing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People have been asking us when we are going to have another baby. We know when we will want to start trying again, I just hope when this time comes we wont have too many issues. Having to fight again would be hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my life, seriously. I might have hard days but overall I completely love my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8r-eEesyDN0/TqZRiYGHGII/AAAAAAAAAso/jc1MOtg6z5A/s400/DSCF1565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667306832117831810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-1905104569994582475?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1905104569994582475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=1905104569994582475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/1905104569994582475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/1905104569994582475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/10/20-posts-in-one.html' title='20 posts in one'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fcipouR7wo4/TqZRiybJgPI/AAAAAAAAAs4/dCyYAb54hpw/s72-c/DSCF1592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-2824269489102891098</id><published>2011-09-16T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T12:25:22.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another update that took me three weeks to write lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(started 9/16)&lt;div&gt;I'm currently sitting in my living room with a baby who has been up since two am. Now its normal for her to periodically wake up in the night and I just nurse her back to sleep so why should tonight be any different?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Well I finally left the bed at 3am because she had nursed for an hour straight and I was sore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I am not a pacifier... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after rocking her, pleading with her and using every tool in my box I gave up and we are currently watching lost while I start her on cheerios... my squirrley 7 month old. Im starting her on cheerios because her ped said it was fine to start her on big people food and she goes crazy over puffs. cheerios are a heck of a lot cheaper and smaller so she seems to be doing fine. Ryan and I are planning on getting her a high chair tomorrow so we can let her go crazy in it. Shes already eating bananas. I cut then up and feed her... She loves to grab them and squish them sooo I need to feed her in something other than her bumbo so she wont try to mash them into the carpet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madison is trying super hard to crawl. She gets into position and rocks back and forth. She doesnt crawl persay she kind of scoots but you dont realizing she is until you turn around and she somewhere completely different. Her favorite thing to do now is lick the fridge and play with the knobs to the entertainment center. You have to be careful or else the volume will turn up dramatically out of nowhere and you look and there she is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(9/25) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bad blogger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my baby turned 8 months old yesterday and it freaks me out a little bit. I seriously hate how old she is getting. I love it because she is turning into her own little person but then again I always want her to stay little and be my little baby forever. She most definitely has her own little personality. She wants what she wants and she lets you know. She is starting to babble which is super cute. She does surprises you sometimes. One night when Ryan was watching her, he was changing her diaper and she was crying and looked up to him and said "mama" Tonight while I was cleaning up and Ryan had her she wasn't too happy with it and then again out came "Mama" Its like woooaaa is she really asking for me or just babbling? She tends to only do it when she is under duress. The high chair is seriously the best thing we could have ever bought. I wish that  we had bought it months ago! She seemed a little bit unsure of it when I first put her into it but then I put cheerios in it and she loved it. So far Madison eats :Bananas, strawberries, peaches, bread, bacon, ground beef, chicken, sour cream, eggs, cheese... I'm giving her a little bit of everything I eat so she can try it too (hint the bacon) So far she seems to like the enchilada beef I share with her a lot (we seriously eat a lot of those in our family. I make them once a day... We get into food kicks and right now thats what we are on. A few weeks ago it was scrambled eggs and bacon. I bought two 18 packs of eggs on Monday and they were gone a few days later)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is NOT a good sleeper... not at all , what so ever, I miss sleep... She changed her bedtime from 7:30 to close to 10-10:30 which means she sleeps til about 8am... So Last night she slept from 10:30 til 1, she didn't stop nursing til 1:30ish back into her bed woke up at 4 nursed forever again then back into bed and she slept til 8... now why would I be tired so often? I cant really sleep while shes nursing... dose off a little bit sure but not sleep. Not to mention the fact that on Sunday she wouldn't go back to sleep after nursing so She woke up at 4am and after an hour of nursing she was still giggling in the bed so we left the bed at 5 and watched an episode of Lost. She fell back asleep and went back to her bed at 6:30 and since it was Sunday and I had to be up soon anyways for church I stayed awake... yeah Sunday was a tired tired day for me since I didn't get off work the night before til 11pm... Am I asking for sympathy? Not really I'm just stating a fact that I don't think shes completely in love with sleeping yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madison is entering the phase of only wanting to go to me. I feel bad for my mom because she thinks shes getting abandoned whenever she sees her and she freaks out. She doesn't go to Ryan half the time and I try to tell her that. Ryan trys to grab her sometimes and she arches her back away from him. She really loves me and its super cute. I just wish she would be willing to go to someone else once and a while... My brother evidently did the same thing, my mom just doesn't remember when he stopped doing it so I'm not sure when it will end...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking forward to a year from now. We will be moving (our lease will be up and theres no way I'm going to spend another year in a one room with Madison in the same room as us) Ryan will almost be done with his degree (he will graduate December 2012) and *hopefully* the market will be better so he will have a better job in his field. It just seems like there will be an exciting time in our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm soooo looking forward to thanksgiving week. Ryan and I are going to take the week and go to Ely. We need time away from Vegas. My work and his work are kind of driving us crazy. Plus Madison will get to meet her cousin who is due the end the October. She needs to be around Ryan's family more often. We already have her little sweater so she'll be warm while we are there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We still haven't picked out what Madisons costume is going to be. Ryan told me that I'm not allowed to have her be the entire cast of wizard of oz... I figured I'd start looking when its October... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-2824269489102891098?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2824269489102891098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=2824269489102891098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2824269489102891098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2824269489102891098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/09/another-update-that-took-me-three-weeks.html' title='another update that took me three weeks to write lol'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-8385326705058655025</id><published>2011-08-24T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T08:35:58.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I have been in the process of writing this for a few weeks now. This is the second time I've actually started this entry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my baby is seven months old today (three days ago)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its really rather weird how fast it is all going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i really wish it would slow down so im trying to cherrish every second i have with her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she has quite the spunky happy personality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she most definetly tells you when she wants something or she doesnt like what you are doing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she is starting to let you know she wanta you to pick her up by spreading her arms and crying so you are more easily able to pick her up. Shes been doing this for a few days now and she did it for Ryan while we were shopping and he laughed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she is extremely attached to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she will watch me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she tracks me when ever i walk around the room and she crys when i leave the room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ive had to sneak out some days to go to work so she doesnt see me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she loves her daddy but she still wants to be with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we got her a tag blanket at target today and she was a little sleepy when we showed it to her but then she woke up a little bit more and stuck her tongue out towards it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she thinks with her tongue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anything that comes near her goes into her mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she likes to suck on her bottem lip and then everynow and then she switches to her top lip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan and I think that she's teething&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She gets cranky and chews on you and actually enjoys ice &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shes currently wearing size four diapers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've starting to get size 9-12 month clothes because her six to nine month stuff is starting to get a bit snug &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cant believe my baby is so big&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How on earth did the time go so flipping fast? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got her a new carseat finally because she outgrew her old one and now this one will last until she is 60 pounds so hopefully it will be the last carseat we will buy her... how long are they in catseats by the way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she has started to refuse to eat baby food which I find rather odd because she used to LOVE that stuff to the point of where she would eat three packs... now she makes quite the face and spits it out. I wonder if I can start giving her "real" food now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madison has her daddys "serious" face when shes thinking. If you didnt know her (or her daddy) any better you would think that she was seriously mad at you, but shes just thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she stood up from Ryans lap when he was watching her the other night... he promptly freaked out and called me at work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im so sad that I missed it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm convinced that shes going to skip crawling and just walk since she hates going on her tummy so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no she still fights with me about tummy time which she give herself by going from sitting up to on her belly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she sits on her own and has for a few weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shes a hopping fiend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its the funniest thing to watch her do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldnt imagine my life with out her pudgy little self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes i catch myself just looking at her and loving her more and more every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have no idea how my heart could grow to love her as much as I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't understand how anyone could not love their child and not protect them with everything in them, they must have no heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had mastitus for 24 hours two weeks ago. I caught it fast enough for it not to last for too long but still it sucks feeling like you got hit by a truck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we went up to ely to go see his dad get put in as a bishop a few weeks ago with my mom and loved it. its nice to get out of town even if it is only for 24 hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i still hate work and all of the drama that comes with it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and madisons sleep has been severly screwed up since her teething so i must go love on my baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-8385326705058655025?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8385326705058655025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=8385326705058655025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/8385326705058655025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/8385326705058655025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/08/7-months.html' title='7 months'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-2334209717811469633</id><published>2011-07-20T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T14:16:32.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the month of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be the first person to admit that I'm the worlds worst blogger. I've said it before and I will say it again... The sad part is that I actually had an eventful month. I currently have my baby sleeping on my lap because we just got home from a weekend at Ely and she didn't have a proper nap so shes getting hers on my lap, I dont mind I'm watching special features of Gone with the wind while Ryan naps in the room and I'm currently craving a blt something fierce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;July has been a blast. The fourth of July was a relaxing day. I went to my moms wards breakfast. Madison played around with plastic spoons and was super cute. The rest of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; our little family just hung out. Ryan made some burgers and we got a blue ray player and watched Lord of the Rings extended edition. We kept Madison inside and she didn't see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; fireworks because I was afraid she would be scared of the fireworks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Nfb94ijXl0/Ti8t0ynYRoI/AAAAAAAAArk/kyFnHgii8Y4/s400/DSCF0741.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633772043827168898" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother and sister came into town! I loooooove spending time with them even tho it went too fast. I hadn't seen John since thanksgiving and he hadn't met Madison yet. Kha and Sonny came too and later in the week Khas cousin Ben came into town. We didn't do anything fantastic we pretty much hung out. We had a bbq the first day then later in the week we walked around and went shopping at the outdoor outlit mall. My place turned into the nap shack. Everyone would just pass out when they came over. We got an updated family picture of sorts. We were all kind of a hot mess but it was funny, even the cat and dog made it in. I always loose it when my sister leaves. I dont normally do it til I'm back home and by myself then I just cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-458axoFpSSk/Ti8t1BaJkqI/AAAAAAAAArs/c-WJcAhPspk/s400/DSCF0763.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633772047798211234" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan and I decided to go up to Lund for the 24th of July celebration. We realized we needed a hotel this time and we are glad we did. We took Madison swimming for the first time in their indoor pool. Shes a little fish in the water! She kicked and splashed around! She even tried to drink the pool water a few times. When I took her out and gave her a bath to get all the pool water off of her she kept acting like she was still in the pool. We set off at 8am for Lund but before we left we had to go help his brother out and fix a flat on Mathews van. We got to Lund just in time to watch the parade. It was so funny there were mini horses and someone pulling a monty python being followed around with coconuts. Madison got to hang out with her Great Grandparents again and got passed around. We then had a program at the old elementary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; school, they also had a little market place where I was able to get Madison some more hair bows. We went over to Ryans grandparents house so I could get Madison to take a little nap which she did but pretty much every member of Ryans family also fell asleep. We went to my first rodeo which was fun! There were some people who got hurt but over all it was interesting to watch... wild cow milking... mutton busting... Madison actually fell asleep for a little while when we were there. We then headed back over to the old elementary school because we were going to watch the fireworks in the field behind it. It was a huge field and they were lighting the fireworks off in the field right in front of it. They were huge and right in front of you. I was so afraid Madison would freak out but she didn't. She actually fell asleep through them. It surprised me to the core because they were L-O-U-D! We got home in one piece with only two pit stops...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-42Ymciav5yg/Ti8t1bVmqqI/AAAAAAAAAr0/0ObpU5bIssY/s400/DSCF0977.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633772054758468258" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night was horrible... Madison got sick for the first time last night. After I got home from work I was relaxing and I heard Madison wake up and cry. I went in to check on her and she was wet. I turned on the light and looked at her and there was throw up in her hair. She threw up so much it soaked the comforter, the fitted sheet and it was on the mattress. I freaked out. I mean shes spit up from time to time but nothing like this. I stripped her down and went to go give her a bath and while I was in the bathroom with her she started to heave again... She ended up throwing up six times in an hour. I called her pediatrician thinking i would be leaving a message but they actually have someone to answer the phone and I had a doctor call me back. So I went off to walmart and got pedialite like she said and got back home. I was awake with her til til 4am when i finally dozed off. I was afraid she would puke again and choke or something. She was so pale and was so sad. I hated it more than anything else. Shes completely fine today. a wee bit more tired than normal so a bit more cranky. I think something she ate didnt sit right with her because shes fine now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to stop feeding her baby food for a little while. She got so constipated that she would scream whenever she tried to poop. It was solid, no water and bigger than a gold ball. So shes back to being on straight breast milk unless she seem extremely hungry and eats the food with a spoon... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-2334209717811469633?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2334209717811469633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=2334209717811469633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2334209717811469633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2334209717811469633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/07/month-of-july.html' title='the month of July'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Nfb94ijXl0/Ti8t0ynYRoI/AAAAAAAAArk/kyFnHgii8Y4/s72-c/DSCF0741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-6321496103193263684</id><published>2011-06-26T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T23:15:20.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>judgment</title><content type='html'>I was just cooking dinner and I was thinking about my family. The thought ran into my head &lt;div&gt;"what if people judge my family?" Then it very quickly turned into &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"People really can't judge my family"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister Jenni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She seriously is one of the only people I sat there and thought and thought about for judgments they might say. I was able to come up with some for John and I but I can't come up with any for her. She has been in retail management with two different major clothing brands that most people would die to wear! (And fork out $700 just to wear their jeans...) She has had a steady job since she was 16. She is one of the most dependable people I know. I can't think of a time she has ever lied to me. She will hide something from you but if you come right out and ask her she will tell you. She is starting a whole new adventure in Louisiana with the most polite great guy the world could ever ask for! They are perfect together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother John&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you might say "but he parties!" but I respond "BUT he's had straight A's since the second grade!" He's probably a heck of a lot smarter than you! He's 21 year old hot single college student, he is allowed to let off some steam! If he can work three jobs (yes he has had three jobs at once while in college, not just a class but a full load) and pull off straight A's he can do what ever the heck he wants! Plus when he graduates he's going to have duel majors! How many people can even pretend to say they have come anywhere close to that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But you went back to work after having a baby!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And? My husband is going to school full time, and is the main tec at the blind center full time! If there was any job openings in his field that offered insurance I wouldn't be working but there isn't unless we move to texas or something but his credits don't transfer! He graduated with freakin HONORS and is making a life for our family so much easier! I am good at my job even if I hate it. I have had a job continuously since I was 16 years old and have been in management for seven years! Ryan is a worthy priesthood holder who was able to bless our daughter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what they got divorced? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who doesn't? Who can say they made a marriage LAST for 26 years? They have been through such crap that most people have never seen in their lives! They have had hard lives! But they both would do anything in their power for their kids. Both of them are current on their mortgages and pay all of their bills. If you say anything bad about either of my parents I will hunt you down and make you eat your words... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those thoughts were running through my head while I was cooking dinner... It left me with a smile on my face. I love my family and am so grateful that I am in the one I am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-6321496103193263684?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6321496103193263684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=6321496103193263684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/6321496103193263684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/6321496103193263684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/06/judgment.html' title='judgment'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-5570155929897078364</id><published>2011-06-20T16:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T22:52:10.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(There are a lot of edits in here because I've been writing this for about a week now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My little baby is five months old this week... it kinda makes me cry that its going to fast! I always feel like I'm not taking enough pictures of her but then again I think I have four gigs already. This girl with have whole hard drives devoted to her!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She isn't really rolling over but thats because she's constantly being held. I'm sure she would do it if I would put her down more but Ryan calls us a kangaroo shes constantly attached to me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She really love being with me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Edit: She has turned into only wanting Mommy at times... She watches me constantly. She will watch me walk around the room when ever anyone else is holding her or she's sitting by herself)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She chooses to be with me more than others but she still gets a huge smile on her face when Daddy comes in! She knows who her Mommy and Daddy are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has earned the best baby award for sleeping though the night two times in a row! I'm hoping this is a new development from her! Waking up with a wet shirt is something I will take every day if it means she sleeps from 10 to 6 every day. (and wakes up giggling and talking every day!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Some days she doesn't poo at all but then the next day when she does let it out you need a hasmat suit! (Edit: She currently didn't poop yesterday or today... tomorrows going to be a huge blow out!)But then again that would certainly make her a Lund! Every Lund is smelly! (If they say they aren't they just lied to you!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is so beautiful! I love looking into her beautiful brown eyes and try to see the person that she will become!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; She has started to attack your face! What she will do is open her mouth up all the way and slobber kiss you! She licks all over then sucks! When she gets off of you you have this huge drool spot on you but you cant help but laugh! I think she thinks that what you do because she is ALWAYS being kissed on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't started her on baby food yet but thats because I think shes still a little bit too young for it. I'll probably start it on her six month birthday... I want to keep her "little" for as long as possible! (even if she is 20 pounds!) (Edit: I've fed her rice cereal twice now. I her for the first time on Wednesday the 22nd and she loved eating it! She had a blast... but according to my mom she had an upset tummy when she watched her and got extremely clingy. I fed her again today, less and with a a shot of mylocon before hand to try to help prevent gas that might happen from it. She did good and hasn't seemed too cranky from it. I will only feed her cereal on the days where I will be the one watching her at night. I think I just need to very very slowly ease her into it... She has a sensitive lil tummy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her hair is getting so long its getting in her eyes so I have to find ways to do it and keep it out! (Edit: I put it in piggy tails today! Super cute!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; She really is into sitting on our porch and looking at trees. Shes content out there with me sitting her on the wall and her just looking around... mostly up! She really likes the tree thats right outside the window!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People have been annoying the living tar out of me the last couple of weeks because they arent &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; before they talk. For instance theres a woman who i work with that said I looked pregnant... now mind you I weight exactly the same as I did before I got pregnant and I'm wearing my size 12 pants so I just turned to her and said "Wow! That was rude!" She tried to back track and said I was glowing which I quickly retorted "no I'm sunburnt" along with other people saying equally ignorant things. Its like "hello! Think before you talk!" It takes YEARS to get off my poopoo list! I mean seriously just think! I dont care about a lot of things but if you hit certain NERVES with me I lash back. For instance on facebook I don't really care if you tag me in things I normally just blow it off and leave it. But if you do something STUPID enough I will delete your crap and untag myself because it annoyed me that badly. Its like seriously reword your thoughts don't tag me in it and make it cute and I wont really care, but don't bring my daughter into things... EVER even if you think its cute. a joke is meant to be funny. When a joke isn't funny people just sit and stare at you like you've lost your mind... Don't make people look at you funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been on a cleaning streak lately... You can eat off my floor right now. It just freaks me out thinking about Madison being in a dirty house! I wouldn't think about putting Madison on the floor even on a blanket if it was dirty! Think of everything that she could touch or get a hold of... Heaven forbid she pulls something down on top of her! Plus when a house is dirty you get more bugs and it freaks me out even thinking about roaches being anywhere near her! They carry diseases and thats not something I want around my daughter! Ever since I watched hoarders on netflix one day my apartment has been pretty darn clean! You don't necessarily smell bleach because I dont want that to end up on my hands and then somehow Madison licks it off of me but its clean enough that I could eat off my counter. Roaches.... *cringes* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-5570155929897078364?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5570155929897078364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=5570155929897078364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/5570155929897078364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/5570155929897078364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/06/5-months.html' title='5 months'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-3558061212737072791</id><published>2011-06-16T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T14:56:19.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our trip to Ely</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fPY5wbAKDcQ/Tfp5CYDQxDI/AAAAAAAAApk/tCkdUl00TKs/s400/scouts%2B%2526%2BMaddie%2B183.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618936566820946994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We just got back from our in between doctors appointment to get her shots and she is currently 19 pounds 12 ounces and 26 3/4 long. She still is out of the percentiles for weight and is the 95 percentile for height. I think its weird that she only gained 12 ounces in three weeks but then again she pooped three times before we left the house and she didn't eat after her nap so she wasn't full and happy like she always is. She really didn't like the three shots she got today. she screamed and screamed and still wasn't happy after I fed her for a little bit. hopefully she will be happier after she sleeps for a while and actually eats a full meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had a lot of fun this weekend! We took a long weekend and went up to Ely! Ryan's work told him he needed to use his vacation or else he would loose it. On the trip up we left decently early in the morning and Maddie only demanded to stop once to eat and play for a little bit so it took us the normal amount of time. When we got to Ely we were surrounded by his family and they loved all over Maddie! But then again who wouldn't love all over Maddie? Every single person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; who has ever seen her has loved her! She got to play on her uncle Tommy's shoulders and be kissed all over by her aunts and grandma! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DOcPRuScAHY/Tfp2joVcJ6I/AAAAAAAAAo0/sELVcVbS4Iw/s400/DSCF0470.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618933839592957858" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided that she would feel so much better from being in the car for four hours so we jumped in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; the shower to get the ick of driving off of us. We went to a Mexican restaurant for dinner and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Maddie was an angle. No crying! She just sat on peoples laps and giggled like there was no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; tomorrow! When we got back to their house Ryan went about building Mathews new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; computer... he loves building people computers! I don't blame him he's darn good at it and its a good skill to have! We watched some Mr. Bean and I realized that I wouldn't be holding Madison very often while I'd be there and it turned into a game of musical baby! She loved all of the attention! Sleeping was interesting... I didn't sleep much because Madison could smell me and she decided to snack every hour on the hour. I soon realized I had to sleep at the foot of the bed and her at the top so she wouldn't eat as much. She still would wake up a heck of a lot more often then her normal two times a night self but five compared to 8 is a lot better prospect! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVztBPck8tY/Tfp5DPpLJZI/AAAAAAAAAp0/0P7CorBSw1s/s400/scouts%2B%2526%2BMaddie%2B171.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618936581743912338" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday we went down to Cave lake to fish for a ward activity! It was the first time that I went fishing that someone actually caught a fish... this was only my second time fishing in the whole life... can't say I'm missing much. I dressed Madison up super cute and slathered her with sunblock. After a short photo shoot we went down to the lake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H0jqbiTHt3Q/Tfp2kCFvlpI/AAAAAAAAAo8/sWFu1UHPywM/s400/DSCF0530.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618933846506444434" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all they caught nine fish but put them all back into the lake. Maddie took a little cat nap while Ryan had a lot of fun and tried to gross us girls out with the fish he caught... he got one a little bit to close for my comfort so I slapped his fish. Yes, I have slapped a fish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOkj508G6oM/Tfp2kVljHVI/AAAAAAAAApE/9FbnHKYKYZo/s400/DSCF0540.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618933851740118354" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ryan and I got pretty sunburnt but we will live! Ryans dad and brother came home from camp helaman (a camp that's meant to prepare young men to go on their mission. Its like girls camp with out the drama)  &lt;a href="http://camphelaman.com/North/"&gt;http://camphelaman.com/North/&lt;/a&gt;  They told us it was an amazing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; experience. Its going to be fun when we will have family home evening to write his brothers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; letters when they are on their mission. Maddie will draw them pictures it will be so much fun! His dad has some magic powers with Maddie. He can just look at her and send her into a giggle fit! He can get her laughing better than I can which is impressive. We were in their room when we decided  to record a video of it! She must really love her grandpa! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday we went and got ready to go to his old ward. Madison was pretty good. She was quiet until it was the sacrament then she decided it would be fun to talk! But shes cute she can get away with it! His brother Micheal gave a great talk about his time at camp. He had the entire congregation laughing with some of his storys! I didn't really get to go to Sunday school because it was snack time but I was able to go to relief society for the whole time. She was awake just enough to talk through the opening prayer and the closing prayer. She slept the whole other time through. We went over to his grandparents house after the entire house got their Sunday nap which is so nice to have! It was kind of crazy I woke up from mine a little bit before everyone else did and the entire house was quiet... We drove down to lund to go see his grandparents and Madison LOVED to hang out with her Great Grandma Bischoff. It was like she was amazed by her. I made sure that I got a lot of pictures of them together because its nice to have sweet memories like that. I also got the opportunity to get a four generation picture! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3UZr3IYE4Qc/Tfp2klai91I/AAAAAAAAApM/dZxJGnJNf2k/s400/DSCF0610.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618933855988938578" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many people can say they have that? We got home and it was a nice night playing dominoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and games until my monkey passed out on her daddy's lap. She tried to fight it for so long and so hard she finally gave in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday we had a spontaneous family picture outing at the train station. The photographer was a blast and we should have some super cute pictures of Maddie! We also have our first real family pictures taken! I can't wait to see them! We also went down to the copper mines to look at the pits. Its hard to wrap your mind around how big they really are! They are pretty to look at I have to give them that much! You don't really see colors like that anywhere else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pd88nAIDBiY/Tfp5CCXTgBI/AAAAAAAAApc/q003IN1MCVg/s400/DSCF0623.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618936560999432210" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our drive home was much different from our drive to. I think we left way too late (around 2 or 3) because she just wasn't happy being in the car. I think we stopped four different times... The last time we stopped she cried for almost a half hour because there was no where for us to stop. So I cried with her at the truck stop trying to calm her down. Her little sniffs from being hysterical break my heart! I have such a soft heart for her. I hate to see her sad! But we made it home and she can now sleep in her own bed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fSF1bx3RqEI/Tfp5C4B7pAI/AAAAAAAAAps/4bnXmc_1GGQ/s400/scouts%2B%2526%2BMaddie%2B190.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618936575405302786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so grateful for my family! I'm so glad that I'm sealed to my husband for time and all eternity! I'm so glad that Madison is going to grow up with her father in her life! That she is never going to question his love for her! I', so grateful that we have her in our lives! She is so beautiful and perfect in every way that everyone stops us to see her and love her. I'm so grateful that she is such a daddys girl that she gets this huge grin on her face when ever she sees him and starts to giggle! I look forward to seeing them together as time goes along. He tells me that he pictures her a little bit older with pigtails of long brown hair and it makes him tear up! I'm so grateful that he is such a wonderful father and husband to us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sSSEpV_sRg0/Tfp2lZnbZkI/AAAAAAAAApU/P2jqLmMiSNQ/s400/DSCF0619.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618933870001612354" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm starting to get really freaked out by dirtiness around a baby. Now I'm not talking about clutter here and there I'm talking about to walk in and it looks like a bomb went off, so dirty you cant see the floor. When there are children around especially babys that makes me mad. Do you not care about your children? Do you sit there and wonder about the bug bites they have on them because of the filth they live in? I mean how do you baby proof that? With boxes and papers and binders piled up all over the floor aren't you asking for an accident? That when they go to pull themselves up on something aren't you worried that they will pull down the entire pile on top of them? I'm not going to say that my place doesn't get cluttered because there are some days where I get nothing done but nothing THAT bad... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-3558061212737072791?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3558061212737072791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=3558061212737072791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/3558061212737072791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/3558061212737072791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/06/our-trip-to-ely.html' title='Our trip to Ely'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fPY5wbAKDcQ/Tfp5CYDQxDI/AAAAAAAAApk/tCkdUl00TKs/s72-c/scouts%2B%2526%2BMaddie%2B183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-5126652049899642141</id><published>2011-06-01T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T11:54:38.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qzknc4YD6RU/TeaKvklVjJI/AAAAAAAAAoo/kXLjm1PUvcw/s1600/246932_10150622766875521_545150520_18434087_240019_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qzknc4YD6RU/TeaKvklVjJI/AAAAAAAAAoo/kXLjm1PUvcw/s400/246932_10150622766875521_545150520_18434087_240019_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613326535442664594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized how much you can truely love a person until I had my daughter. Its just this overwhelming joy I get when I even look at her. Shes so happy and giggly and such a wonderful baby! I'm glad she's my first. I find her so funny when she grabs her dish towels and just giggles like she stole it and its her treasure. She licks me and licks me then giggles! How could you not love her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-5126652049899642141?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5126652049899642141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=5126652049899642141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/5126652049899642141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/5126652049899642141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-baby.html' title='my baby'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qzknc4YD6RU/TeaKvklVjJI/AAAAAAAAAoo/kXLjm1PUvcw/s72-c/246932_10150622766875521_545150520_18434087_240019_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-2273648861137667161</id><published>2011-05-24T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T23:27:11.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months old today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77rM4Akx7eU/TdygX0D2QQI/AAAAAAAAAog/-nRxAcXrLQw/s1600/DSCF0362.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77rM4Akx7eU/TdygX0D2QQI/AAAAAAAAAog/-nRxAcXrLQw/s320/DSCF0362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610535566769012994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Maddie is four months old today! How come time is going so fast? She is SO big! I find out on Thursday how BIG she really is! I feel like she has more than doubled her birth weight already (that would be 17 pounds 10 ounces) I'm pretty darn sure she is teething, she is drooling about a gallon a day and I'm seeing little white spots on her gums and she gets a bit cranky every now and then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WOhw7QDmZ0Q/TdygXUJwU3I/AAAAAAAAAoY/llojajelZ0M/s320/DSCF0370.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610535558203855730" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I think she is rather funny. She really really likes dish towels. I give them to her when she's in her bumbo and she hugs them and giggles crazily! She is my super cute sweet baby! I have started to take baths with her... now why you ask! Well she is too big for her little baby tub but yet she isn't strong enough yet to sit up by herself so I decided that I would hop into the tub with her and see how it worked out. I'm amazed with how relaxing it is so I've decided that that is how she shall take baths until she can sit and stay on her own! &lt;/div&gt;She sleeps through the night every once and a while, she normally sleeps until three then eats then goes back to sleep. I'm ok with either way... I tend to wake up with my shirt completely soaked when she sleeps through the night so if she wakes up to have a little snack it saves me some laundry. (yes I know you ALL wanted to know that!) &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7q0_dIlpf8o/TdygXHtl4rI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ObFFyTTuZic/s320/DSCF0374.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610535554864505522" /&gt;Madisons new favorite thing is to chew on our hands. She doesnt like teething rings but our fingers? Oh look out! That and she licks you... not like her tongue is out and she might accidentally brushes you with it oh no like she grabs your hand giggles then licks the palm of your hand! I heart my wiggle monkey!&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HAV2Z6QLrwE/TdygW0pFxgI/AAAAAAAAAoI/KB5WxHMCqpw/s320/DSCF0393.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610535549745350146" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-2273648861137667161?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2273648861137667161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=2273648861137667161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2273648861137667161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2273648861137667161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/05/4-months-old-today.html' title='4 months old today!'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77rM4Akx7eU/TdygX0D2QQI/AAAAAAAAAog/-nRxAcXrLQw/s72-c/DSCF0362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-2176986242401288167</id><published>2011-05-15T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T18:38:14.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a bad blogger...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAhZQNE75sk/TdB8sAtU5yI/AAAAAAAAAnw/rpY5ERM7Yak/s1600/DSCF0331.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607118631622469410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAhZQNE75sk/TdB8sAtU5yI/AAAAAAAAAnw/rpY5ERM7Yak/s320/DSCF0331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OZohu-QGCrY/TdB8stv6SDI/AAAAAAAAAoA/_s0Kl7Yz2E4/s1600/DSCF0283.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607118643712903218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OZohu-QGCrY/TdB8stv6SDI/AAAAAAAAAoA/_s0Kl7Yz2E4/s320/DSCF0283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a very good blogger. I feel like I'm falling behind on my blogging duties... Bad me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first mothers days wasn't horribly eventful which I'm greatful for. Last year on mothers day was a horrible horrible day for me. I was a wreck! I wasn't even pregnant by that time and I tried to hold it together but I believe I cried a lot that day. This year was much better!Ryan got me and my mom flowers. We woke up and got ready for church. I took some adorable pictures of Miss Madison (she would look cute in a potatoe sack come on!) We just hung out as a cute little family. We put together her crib that we are borrowing from my cousin (Oh I love my cousin Alicia and Ken! Amazing!) (it was kinda funny I had her sleeping in the kitchen in the bassinet while we put it together) my parents came over later in the evening to hang out. We got on the subject of family history and how frustrated I am with my dad's mom's side (to show how frustrating it is his sister doesnt even show up and she died in the late 90's) and we decided to see how far back we could go on his dad's side and we hit a string (already in new family search done for me) that went back to 1040 in Kent England. The De Dennes (royalty of coarse!) and we found a website devoted to them and their family. It had family crests and geneology that went back to 945! So I count my dad's dad side done I just need to do his moms and its going to be hard... Well once my parents left Maddie gave me the best mothers day gift ever! She slept through the night! We put her in bed around 9:30 and she slept til 6:30! Isn't she amazing? I heart her so much for letting me sleep sometimes... my chest doesnt but everything else does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie has discovered the art of rolling over. She started to do it and Ryan helped her out, she then decided to do it three times in a row! It made me happy to see her do it! She hasn't done it since but she's turning into a lil fish! When ever we go to change her diaper she arches her back and twists around. Its like she wants a good view of her wipes that are right above her head or something. Its kind of funny... I gave birth to a wiggly little fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is currently sleeping on me. Perfect little girl. She has her hand grasping my top like a security blanket trying to not let me go. I love my cuddle time with her. Shes my perfect little angel... even when she does cover me in poop! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryans dad came into town with some of his siblings the other day and came to come see my Maddie. Its always fun when Ryans family comes into town! They played musical baby and passed Madison around. She had her first trip on Grandpas shoulders! She had a blast! She even licked his head,,, she made a face. I guess his head wasn't very tasty! She liked hanging out with Emily, she hadn't seen her since she was a week old. She's seen Tommy the most! She really likes his shirts every time she sees him! I guess the next time she sees any of them is when we go up in June or July to rebuild Mathews computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QFZ7oPaxZjo/TdB8sQ-uZbI/AAAAAAAAAn4/szSfvNYm7vY/s1600/DSCF0309.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607118635990410674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QFZ7oPaxZjo/TdB8sQ-uZbI/AAAAAAAAAn4/szSfvNYm7vY/s320/DSCF0309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison is starting to drool gallon of spit every day! Shes completely covers her clothes in it. I thought shes teething the other day now I'm not sure. Shes not cranky she's still her happy giggly self. She doesn't have the teething diaper rash from acid poo. She doesnt have white spots on her gums, if she is teething she isn't acting like it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to get Madison to fall asleep on her own which is harder than it sounds. I would love to be able to put her in her bed walk away and ten minutes later shes asleep. She fought me so hard on it the other day after hearing her cry for ten minutes I gave up. Sometimes I can put her in her bed and she will giggle herself to sleep after a while. She's getting more and more consistent with her sleep. She falls asleep every night between 9:30 and 10:30. Sometimes like last night she falls asleep earlier but shes normally pretty consistent. She waked up once around four (or last night 2) to eat then she goes back to sleep til 6ish which is when she wakes up for good. She tends to take two naps a day one for about an hour and another for a few more. She normally wakes back up from her second nap at like 5:30 then shes awake tile bed time. Sometimes she fights hard its like shes so tired she wont fall asleep. Most times you just need to rock her for a while and she eventually gives in to the sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xkY1oM6mAVo/TdB8rl1oCBI/AAAAAAAAAng/MK56AEDTvZo/s320/DSCF0349.JPG" style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607118624409520146" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Madison and I have started to go on "Kitty hunts" now what exactly is a kitty hunt you wonder? Well there are so many cats in our apartment complex you cant go more than five feet with out coming upon one. So a kitty hunt is Madison and I walking around the apartment complex looking at everything trying to hunt down the kittys... its kind of fun! I hadn't really explored the complex before and now I'm finding big open grassy areas that will be fun for her to crawl around on when she gets big enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming to accept being at work. I don't like the fact that I'm so good at something that I dislike so much but I need the insurance. I finally got paid Thursday after nearly a week of their mistake of not paying me... I wasn't all that concerned about the money but it was their mistake and I dont work for free. I'm just glad Madison is starting to enjoy her Daddy and me time. I haven't gotten a call of "she wont stop crying" since the first night when she wouldn't take a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont think I can say enough how much I love my little girl. I love seeing her little naked booty. I LOVE taking pictures of it! I think she might kill me later in life because of the shear number of booty pictures I have of her but I can help it! I love it so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dBFka6YV85o/TdB8r1-k9FI/AAAAAAAAAno/U6EsRLFj0OQ/s1600/DSCF0343.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607118628742034514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dBFka6YV85o/TdB8r1-k9FI/AAAAAAAAAno/U6EsRLFj0OQ/s320/DSCF0343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7969055868862393577-2176986242401288167?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2176986242401288167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=2176986242401288167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2176986242401288167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2176986242401288167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-bad-blogger.html' title='I&apos;m a bad blogger...'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAhZQNE75sk/TdB8sAtU5yI/AAAAAAAAAnw/rpY5ERM7Yak/s72-c/DSCF0331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-9129453214694020634</id><published>2011-05-02T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T13:01:54.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You live, you learn...</title><content type='html'>I'm discovering new things every day about my little girl. Something thats starting to become very clear to Ryan and I is that she is a sensitive little girl. She gets startled and scared easily. She does not like being scared... and if she gets scared while eating it can be pretty painful for me. It can take quite a few minutes to calm her down. The other day Ryan called me from the living room and I responded to him from the room... Well Madison didn't realize I was going to suddenly talk loudly and she went into hysterics... I felt bad for her. She was so scared you could see it on her face... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madison also had her first real accident and our little family has quite the mystery on our hands. I left Madison in the middle of her changing table to go fill up her little tub because she had another one of her blowouts that was bad enough to warrant a bath. I told Ryan and he went in to go see her. He found her face down on the floor on one of my shirts (thank goodness for that because I think it softened her fall) He found her with in seconds of it happening. She was of coarse screaming, but she wasn't hurt, just scared. So we have two theorys because she has never rolled over..: she either did a front flip off. She has been know to do a sit up when she wants food thats dangling in front of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or- she somehow wiggled herself to the edge, slipped off onto her pile of dirty clothes on her feet like a cat, then fell forward onto her face onto my shirt... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the second thought is more likely because there is a smear of color at the bottom of the changing pad but when Ryan was a baby he would do front flips out of his crib. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is fine, she has no bumps no bruises... I gave her some Tylenol when it happened in case she got a headache but after a few minutes (and eating) she was able to calm down and was a giggly little girl again in no time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-9129453214694020634?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/9129453214694020634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=9129453214694020634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/9129453214694020634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/9129453214694020634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-live-you-learn.html' title='You live, you learn...'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-4705944188266442963</id><published>2011-04-30T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T14:16:36.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who does she look more like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bUObHTcfdfw/Tbx7BcVxRGI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/PQCJH4lcojo/s1600/12_11_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601487301259641954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bUObHTcfdfw/Tbx7BcVxRGI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/PQCJH4lcojo/s320/12_11_14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_QE_2p-GEo/Tbx7BPbCk1I/AAAAAAAAAnI/CPDeiUPDkVw/s1600/DSCF0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 201px; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601487297792086866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_QE_2p-GEo/Tbx7BPbCk1I/AAAAAAAAAnI/CPDeiUPDkVw/s320/DSCF0230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bNC0XBF8X1Q/Tbx7Bl3IEZI/AAAAAAAAAnY/EyAhALHZkeE/s1600/28539_10150175568465521_545150520_12031257_6653808_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601487303815467410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bNC0XBF8X1Q/Tbx7Bl3IEZI/AAAAAAAAAnY/EyAhALHZkeE/s320/28539_10150175568465521_545150520_12031257_6653808_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might be the same dress but she still looks a lot like Ryan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-4705944188266442963?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4705944188266442963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=4705944188266442963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/4705944188266442963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/4705944188266442963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-does-she-look-more-like.html' title='Who does she look more like?'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bUObHTcfdfw/Tbx7BcVxRGI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/PQCJH4lcojo/s72-c/12_11_14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-2484047412779649778</id><published>2011-04-29T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T10:44:03.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months, family history and other stuff too</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mSmHBfqVtBI/TbwyTFf7oFI/AAAAAAAAAmU/ipvQjRpKu_4/s1600/DSCF0207.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601407340017066066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mSmHBfqVtBI/TbwyTFf7oFI/AAAAAAAAAmU/ipvQjRpKu_4/s320/DSCF0207.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 months... has it really been three months?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well last Wednesday Madison's breathing was worrying me so I took her in and they said it was nothing. They said that when the seasons change it can create mucus in their airways. So pretty much it sounds worse than it is. They weighted her and she was 16.3 pounds. mind you I almost lost it right then and there... she wasn't supposed to be three months until Sunday and she was already that big! At that point I realized I needed to just put away her 0-3 month clothes since I was putting her in size three diapers! So come Thursday we got ready and had her three month well check..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;16 pounds 12 ounces!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;holy cow! I mean serious? 9 ounces in 8 days? Well she was 25 1/4 inches long... so over all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;100% for her weight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;95% for her height&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;75% for her head&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;my baby isn't very small anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She has fat rolls on her arms and leggies... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Her belly makes other babies jealous...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601407335162932610" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ISAXKx6HnTM/TbwySzanbYI/AAAAAAAAAmM/4iDjMDd_nkk/s320/DSCF0184.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I think if we would have had her in the 1500's she would have been fine...&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601407326198225298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dMi86AFHu5g/TbwySSBQ2ZI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Dp0Z1z-2pWA/s320/DSCF0177.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She hasn't rolled over yet but I think she can do it she just doesn't have the desire to do it. She does go from her back to her side in bed to eat which is why I think she can do it. Maybe I just need to put a boob under her and she will roll over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She is my giggle princess! She is so happy! When she wakes up in the morning she lays in bed kicking around squealing with delight! She has made Daddy late for work more than once because he can't leave her being so cute!&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601407321595761074" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NxylwsdTTLs/TbwySA380bI/AAAAAAAAAl8/tnMzNLJ4X-0/s320/DSCF0173.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She's at least getting semi consistent with her sleep. She falls asleep around 10 to 11 and sleeps til four (at which point she comes into our bed so I can feed her and not stay that much awake for it) She eats again at 6 then shes awake for the day around 7:30 8. She pretty much has my sleeping schedule. I would like her to go to bed around 8 and sleep til eight but I don't see that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;happening for a long while. She's fine right now as it is. The 4am feeding doesn't really bother me that much because for some reason about the same time every night I wake up at like 3:30 to get a drink so I'm up anyways... Why does my body demand a mouth full of water right then and there? I'll never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601409266541088082" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--AB_GrgkdMs/Tbw0DOXDTVI/AAAAAAAAAms/3tNxC7DgWjQ/s320/DSCF0228.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She enjoys her bumbo. When shes in it she wants to be able to see me so I kind of place her in places out of the way but still very close. She has been on kitchen counter, the toilet, and a chair right next to me while I'm on the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601409259901893746" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-djcSETR64V4/Tbw0C1oJPHI/AAAAAAAAAmk/eQ8LsqIheMI/s320/DSCF0226.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Her doctor told me I can start feeding her food next month, but its not like she needs help to pack on the pounds! She told me to do it slowly and wait a few days between adding another food to it so that if she's allergic we will know more easily than throwing five new things at her and not know which one she got the reaction from. I'm not sure if I'm going to start her on rice cereal next month or not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She loves hanging out with Shelby! She thinks Wendy is pretty! Plus she thinks Jason is squishy comfy play thing thats fun to take naps on... She's not so sure about big doggies, but the big doggies like her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601407343932981810" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TyKtaIE9neY/TbwyTUFjwjI/AAAAAAAAAmc/b9emou2B3Xw/s320/DSCF0215.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She's bonding more with her Daddy but still likes me best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I still have yet to catch her smile or pouty lip on film... but I've got a video of her happy in her bumbo so that counts for something right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I love her more than life itself and HATE being away from her even for just a little while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She is a wiggle worm! Wiggle wiggle wiggle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She still violently poops. I think people think I blow this way out of proportion... until they hear her and then they believe me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She is a handful! but she's my handful....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was at my dads on Easter and while talking to him the subject of his family came up. Now you have to understand, my dad is the only member of his family so I guess thats why they weren't so tight knitt? Well they have always been this big mystery to me. For instance I didn't realize my grandpa had three sisters... To this day I'm not sure if I saw them on the street if I would know them. Well I got the names from him and decided that I would see if any of them would be on facebook. My grandpa was the oldest so I figured I would find maybe one of them still alive. Well after searching for a while I caught a glimmer of hope and shot out an email that was tagged along with a web site. I was hopeful it would have been one of my great aunts and I shot her an email. A few hours later I got a response... my cyber stalking payed off! I found my Aunt Judy! I called her and talked to her for a little while while Madison slept. I felt awkward I mean what do you talk about with family you have never met? I got other names of family and how to get a hold of them. So now I'm friends with family that I didn't know existed. The fun part about this that one of them, Jennifer is posting some pictures up that I have never seen before. Its amazing... I want to go back to Ohio with a computer and scanner and scan all these pictures in and pick their brains. I mean I never met my great grandpa and he was their grandpa so they actually have memorys of him. Also (I think it was Jennifer at least) did a &lt;b&gt;HUGE &lt;/b&gt;chunk of my dads family history already. I'm starting to input it on new family search right now but I have no idea how to actually do family history. If I didn't have the 15 pages (yes 15! One of the lines I'm inputting right now goes back to the 1600s!) of family trees already plotted out for me I wouldn't be able to do it. And even with the info in front of me sometimes finding their information is near impossible. I'm trying to work on my Grandma Sayen's line but I want to pull my hair out. After her I can't even find my great grandparents info! I need to learn how to do this because when I have an itch like this I need to scratch it or else it will annoy the living crap out of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601409269043421090" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TyxbOVXCm7Y/Tbw0DXrp36I/AAAAAAAAAm0/d4zyimYfM9Q/s320/215972_2004646284114_1482348011_32271530_411545_n.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 248px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(this is my Great Grandma Kanipes family in Canada... I never saw this picture until yesterday)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Going back to work... How can I really express going back to work??? It's been a hellish ordeal but I need the insurance. I think they are trying to get me to quit or something. They didn't even want me to come back to work in the first place. I just hope they don't keep messing with me because I don't feel like I should have to fight for my rights but if I have to I will. Madison has gotten better at hanging out with Daddy while I'm gone. I still cry when I have to leave her. I think I will be fine then I look at her and tell her goodbye and kiss her and then I loose it. But wouldn't you? She's my beautiful perfect little wiggles worm... She's like connected to me whenever I'm home so to not have her with me is an extremely odd feeling. I know I need to be working because to not have insurance is kind of asking for the worst case scenario to happen and then us being left with hundreds of thousands of dollars of medical bills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My mom is going to be tested for hht next week. I seriously hope that she doesn't have it but realistically she probably does. If it turns out that she has it then I'm going to go get tested for it. Now I seriously doubt that I have it. I have only had one nose bleed my entire life. If it turns out I do have it then I have to test Madison which wont be a fun task it do. With the number of people in my family that has it and the complications that have come with it I need to make sure that we are safe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-2484047412779649778?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2484047412779649778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=2484047412779649778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2484047412779649778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2484047412779649778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/04/3-months-family-history-and-other-stuff.html' title='3 months, family history and other stuff too'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mSmHBfqVtBI/TbwyTFf7oFI/AAAAAAAAAmU/ipvQjRpKu_4/s72-c/DSCF0207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-2103837718724249179</id><published>2011-04-18T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T20:40:53.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ajwNA80Vog/Ta0Bb6vqCiI/AAAAAAAAAl0/c26qGLBV64E/s1600/DSCF0096.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ajwNA80Vog/Ta0Bb6vqCiI/AAAAAAAAAl0/c26qGLBV64E/s320/DSCF0096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597131491028634146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today has been a long hard day for Madison and I. I made the horrible decision to tempt fate and eat cream of chicken soup last night in a casserole. Since she's been awake today she has been screaming because of gas pain. She hasn't had gas this bad for a while. She has her daddy's sensitivity to dairy. I thought that she was ok it milk if it was cooked but I stand corrected. She also has gotten her first diaper rash today. I think her poo is just acidic and is hurting her belly in more ways than one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-78-5Rpmp2xo/Ta0BbRjS78I/AAAAAAAAAls/TlfG1apt5c4/s320/DSCF0083.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597131479970934722" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week is going to be and extremely difficult week for me. I'm going back to work on Thursday which I'm not extremely happy about which is why I haven't spoken about it until now. I have been fighting with my work extremely hard for three plus weeks about this point. The only reason why I am going back to work because I had such a horrible gut wrenching prompting it nearly made me sick one day. I've been ignoring the feeling that I would be needing to go back to work since I was pregnant. It was like an annoying fly in the room, you swat at it and it leaves but it always returns.  Well I talked to Ryan about it cryin g because I hated the thought of it so badly but this peace fell over me so we knew it was right. The only thing keeping me going is the fact that it's going to be Ryan with her and no body else. I'm worried about how she'll handle it when she just wants me and I'm not going to be there... I'm only scheduled for 13.5 hours next week which is two days which is a blessing. I'm only going back for the insurance so I don't want a whole lot of hours even tho I'm supposed to have 20.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madison is cuurently in love with her fists. She almost always has one or both of them in her mouth. She's getting slobber all over the place. She slept in her bed for six hours straight the other night which was a miracle. She now tends to sleep in her own bed but not for that long of a stretch. She is my love and I cant say that enough. Even with today if her crying hysterically and not wanting to be put down I cherish every moment I have with her. She can cover me in poop and puke all at once (which she did the other morning) and I love it. I remember the pain of not being able to have a child and the horrible hole that was in my heart with out her and she can pretty much throw anything at me and I will gladly take it. I might get frustrated every now and then but she is worth every moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Gnc5omz81U/Ta0BbCesdUI/AAAAAAAAAlk/jTr2LtlojVU/s320/DSCF0064.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597131475925103938" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have discovered I am a lot more emotional than I have ever been before. I cry extremely easily and feel emotions a lot stronger. I wasn't even this easy to make cry when I was pregnant... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TTxshJrdh_U/Ta0Ba55dOaI/AAAAAAAAAlc/hfV-gErfmcU/s320/DSCF0062.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597131473621432738" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my friend Wendy made me reuseable homemade nursing pads I finally feel like I'm healing better. I almost feel 95% better. I think the disposable pads were just irritating everything and preventing me to completly heal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kDDnV3xxyAs/Ta0BaeknQwI/AAAAAAAAAlU/41ETC1GnnaM/s320/DSCF0057.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597131466286252802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also.. this is my 100th entry &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/7969055868862393577-2103837718724249179?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2103837718724249179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=2103837718724249179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2103837718724249179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2103837718724249179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/04/12-weeks.html' title='12 weeks'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ajwNA80Vog/Ta0Bb6vqCiI/AAAAAAAAAl0/c26qGLBV64E/s72-c/DSCF0096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-826836458526782317</id><published>2011-04-04T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T15:45:18.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two months... two weeks so 10 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Madison is getting so old! Two months and two weeks old... I've gotten to love my little cuddle monkey so much. She sleeps next to me in bed. I seriously need to stop having her sleeping with me but it makes her eating two times at night so much easier! She doesn't even cry when she decides shes hungry... I actually think she eats in her sleep. But I need to get her in her own bed soon. At least right now we are in the bed. The interesting thing is that she keeps moving closer and closer to me in the bed so we start off on the very edge of the bed and by the time we wake up in the morning she almost has half the bed to herself... poor Ryan gets squished! But alas my laziness and want of sleep tend to win over a lot of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E2Q-TbseaIg/TZpJIv-TgLI/AAAAAAAAAlE/JyzTDR29__0/s320/DSCF9993.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591862301999464626" /&gt; She hasn't necessarily "let" me do her hair but I have been doing her hair in a pony tail. I haven't tried to do piggy tails yet but that day will come eventually. She can take it out but she's only done it a few times. She will be be crawling before I know it... I but her on her belly and she sure does try. She kicks her legs alot! She can propel herself every once and a while. She likes to stand up a lot. You don't have to help her that much just help her balance a lil bit and she does it on her own.&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6LuW8g8wrKs/TZpJJBTEu8I/AAAAAAAAAlM/m6EtU3YYmuE/s320/DSCF9980.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591862306649979842" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've discovered sometimes you just need to listen to promptings or else they will get so bad and so pronounced that its like screaming in your head. I had that happen to me the other day and I'm not really in the mood to go into it but you will find out soon enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-826836458526782317?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/826836458526782317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=826836458526782317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/826836458526782317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/826836458526782317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/04/two-months-two-weeks-so-10-weeks.html' title='Two months... two weeks so 10 weeks'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E2Q-TbseaIg/TZpJIv-TgLI/AAAAAAAAAlE/JyzTDR29__0/s72-c/DSCF9993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-6408683841544688176</id><published>2011-03-27T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T16:31:21.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3fEtyr96QTU/TY_IDLODUgI/AAAAAAAAAk8/EYK75kFMfOQ/s1600/DSCF9905.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3fEtyr96QTU/TY_IDLODUgI/AAAAAAAAAk8/EYK75kFMfOQ/s320/DSCF9905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588905619466965506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little known fact...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you know that Madison likes to play with her hair? She does it a lot when shes eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is camera shy... She has yet to let me catch her cheese ball smiles or her giggling on camera... actually her brand talking in general.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is the biggest baby I have encountered yet. Every single mother I have run into has asked me how old my baby is and is completely shocked when I tell them two months. They then go through and tell me how old their much smaller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; much older baby is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1CPNLk9eKAs/TY_ICzRos_I/AAAAAAAAAk0/Z-Vlg1EItN0/s320/DSCF9896.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588905613039547378" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is the love of my life and the most adorable creature known to man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bought rubber bands so I will be trying to put her hair in poney tails soon. I tried a wee lil bit this morning but didn't have time. For now she's wearing a flower clip in her hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not sure I would know how to deal with a bald baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; after all of her hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first comment that people say about her is "look at all that hair!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next is "she looks just like you!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to muffle my next comment of "actually she is p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ractically her fathers clone"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is currently playing on a blanket on the floor just kicking around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is almost wearing size 2 diapers she is wearing 1-2 diapers from costco then out comes size twos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so sad that shes getting so big so fast! It makes me sad... She never really was a small baby but shes getting sooo big! Shes going to be crawli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ng so quickly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is my little cuddle bug!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1fva5bgTnmo/TY_ICkHevKI/AAAAAAAAAks/nzPPABv0PBY/s320/DSCF9914.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588905608970419362" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to my moms ward today and Madison was a celebrity. Everyone came up to her and loved her! I was glad I went to my moms ward tho. It was parker's farewell and everyone was there. It was like a reunion of the old Los Prados ward! I loved it! It was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9gb49zhMf4M/TY_ICWGW-YI/AAAAAAAAAkk/oLS8tZ8E9FA/s320/DSCF9911.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588905605207619970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mondays, Tuesdays, and Fridays Ryan has classes which means that Ryan doesn't make it home til 10:30 or later so we have a very boring day those days. It makes it so I just want to hang out with my friend Wendy every Monday... Is that possible? Probably not but a girl can hope cant she?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YikP9W8-PM0/TY_IB-0I0sI/AAAAAAAAAkc/0ZPKfWc8kRo/s320/DSCF9915.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588905598957179586" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-6408683841544688176?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6408683841544688176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=6408683841544688176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/6408683841544688176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/6408683841544688176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/03/9-weeks.html' title='9 weeks'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3fEtyr96QTU/TY_IDLODUgI/AAAAAAAAAk8/EYK75kFMfOQ/s72-c/DSCF9905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-3058710987248911836</id><published>2011-03-26T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T10:34:25.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping babies</title><content type='html'>I have a sleeping baby on my lap right now and all I can think about is taking a picture... But alas a baby who has fallen asleep breast feeding then using said breast as a teady bear would make a picture that I wouldn't be able to post or show anyone... sad day! She is adorable I have to admit... even when she uses me as a teady bear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-3058710987248911836?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3058710987248911836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=3058710987248911836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/3058710987248911836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/3058710987248911836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/03/sleeping-babies.html' title='Sleeping babies'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-376581195673360274</id><published>2011-03-24T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T20:34:28.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gzc1YTkwekc/TYwLEQ4NDKI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Mlyy14MmhJM/s320/DSCF9881.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587853405538028706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Madison weighs 13 pounds 7 ounces and is still 95-97 percentile. Her doctor says to keep up whatever I am doing because she is extremely healthy. She also said I could take her swimming if we wanted to just keep her out of the sun, and if I do put her in the sun use a big floppy hat because you can't really use anything on a baby til 6 months. She got more shots and now shes irritable and cranky. She wont let me put her down which I find interesting because when she was in the doctors office screaming she wouldn't let me calm her down. I didn't want to upset her so I just took her home in her diaper. Its so hard when she looked in my eyes with a look like "I thought you were supposed to protect me! Why did you let them hurt me?" I cry just as hard as she does every time she gets shots...&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2eziLDc5cqU/TYwLEJaBtvI/AAAAAAAAAkM/J6sHvPTnTu0/s320/DSCF9874.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587853403532408562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Madison at twos months is my joy! She and I just hang out all day. She giggles and smiles even tho I have yet to catch it on camera... She "talks" to Ryan and I at night when she sits on his chest. Its a lot of fun! She is so strong! It scares me how big shes getting! Theres times when she gets a major case of bed head... She gets gassy whenever I eat dairy, straight eggs, too much ranch or fruit.  Right at this moment shes being a cuddle bug on my chest... Poor lil girl is so worn out... I can't picture my life without her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wCENgxZ-_UQ/TYwLD3oH9pI/AAAAAAAAAkE/vU9V8JmFD1U/s320/DSCF9862.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587853398759700114" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan now has classes Monday, Tuesday and Friday. He doesn't get home til 10:30pm those days are very long for me... I miss him a lot those days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nyFVi__cnm8/TYwLDrsH0gI/AAAAAAAAAj8/HzNqfHmIL-U/s320/DSCF9815.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587853395555242498" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-376581195673360274?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/376581195673360274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=376581195673360274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/376581195673360274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/376581195673360274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/03/2-months.html' title='2 months'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gzc1YTkwekc/TYwLEQ4NDKI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Mlyy14MmhJM/s72-c/DSCF9881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-8395976842708267055</id><published>2011-03-21T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T01:03:30.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1am</title><content type='html'>So its one in the morning and my baby is awake again... She is gassy so I'm guessing I need to add ranch to my list of foods I cant eat. On my list currently is all dairy. If I eat more than a tablespoon of cheese she gets gassy. I think she's going to get me in great shape because of the amount I'm bouncing her with my hips... I don't mind her gassy so much as I wish she would have it during the day not at one am =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-8395976842708267055?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8395976842708267055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=8395976842708267055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/8395976842708267055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/8395976842708267055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/03/1am.html' title='1am'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-2549171897548259799</id><published>2011-03-18T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T21:07:42.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7/8 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-syXuMLwMNE0/TYV9SIshjgI/AAAAAAAAAj0/j-Q--ZI3de4/s1600/DSCF9833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-syXuMLwMNE0/TYV9SIshjgI/AAAAAAAAAj0/j-Q--ZI3de4/s320/DSCF9833.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586008663348317698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TplWCjbxjUo/TYV9Rg99hmI/AAAAAAAAAjs/wQZJbBVhBQ0/s1600/DSCF9815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TplWCjbxjUo/TYV9Rg99hmI/AAAAAAAAAjs/wQZJbBVhBQ0/s320/DSCF9815.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586008652684035682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wpZL0P52s4w/TYV9RZzQx8I/AAAAAAAAAjk/O_feSo3Tck0/s1600/DSCF9808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wpZL0P52s4w/TYV9RZzQx8I/AAAAAAAAAjk/O_feSo3Tck0/s320/DSCF9808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586008650760112066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well life is happier in Janell land today. I just fed her on my bad side and it didn't hurt! Do you know what that means??? You can stop hearing about my boobs!!! What people don't understand is I could handle the mastitis, the after burn wasn't the hardest part. The hardest part was having an infected nipple. (I don't think everyone realized that when I was complaining so horribly for so long... everyone has had mastitis not everyone has had an infected nipple on top of it) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madison at seven weeks has been interesting. She has changed her sleeping pattern so that she will stay up until almost 3 am every night which makes mommy extremely tired. She would eat from 10 pm to 3 am straight when she was doing this so mommy got very very tired and sore at the same time. I'm thinking that when I take her next week to the pediatrician shes going to weigh like 14 pounds. Shes getting hefty! She has fat rolls on her thighs and I've been wondering if she is still fitting in her 1's and been debating if I should break out the 2's.  I just started to put her in her 0-3 month pants which are still seriously huge on her. Its almost like they are clown pants. I think its going to be a problem like she'll be wearing 6 month onesies and be in 3 month pants... I'm not sure tho we shall see. My friend Wendy (who is fabulous by the way!) showed me how to use my moby wrap and let me tell you it is the most fabulous thing in the world! She falls asleep almost every time that I put her in it. She just gets so snuggly warm she cant but help give into my wiles and just klunk out! I have gotten her to take a pacifier for a few minutes at a time if I pretty much force her to do it... I haven't figured out a way for her to keep it in her mouth tho. I've also gotten her to take bottles which is a good thing because I have quite the store of milk saved up at the moment. She is turning into a drooly queen. She loves to drool which is kind of cute. She still loves looking at our wedding pictures on the wall and the picture of the temple we have in our room. She has also discovered the digital picture frame I just put up. It just puts her into a trance its funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went with my mom to her stakes relief society function. I didnt mind it was a good program. I wasnt able to watch it all but I liked what I saw.  I enjoyed the fact that women I have never met gawking at her and telling me shes so pretty! I even had one ask to hold her (which I didnt have a problem with) it was also nice to see all the people Ive grown up with love on her so much too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is crazy pollen going on outside right now! I walked outside yesterday and I was in awe at how much yellow was outside! It was all over our patio and all over my washer and dryer! I'm glad I dont have allergies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan and I were able to go on our first date since Madison was born. It was interesting to not have her with me. It was like not having my arm or something. We went and had lunch and went to see Battle LA... good movie. We then went out and went costco shopping. Shopping was extremely easier to say the least. After unpacking the food I went and picked my monkey up from my mom. Evidently she almost ate an entire 8ounce bottle I left with her and then she passed out. She slept almost the entire time we were gone. Its a good thing she was so well behaved for my mom! It means we wont burn Grandma out if we use her as a babysitter every once and a while. But I'm not planning on leaving her anytime time soon other than the one shift of work I'm planning on doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-2549171897548259799?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2549171897548259799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=2549171897548259799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2549171897548259799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2549171897548259799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/03/78-weeks.html' title='7/8 weeks'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-syXuMLwMNE0/TYV9SIshjgI/AAAAAAAAAj0/j-Q--ZI3de4/s72-c/DSCF9833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-3398280908071757662</id><published>2011-03-14T02:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T02:17:53.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mastitis which means tmi... a lot of tmi</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you how frustrating mastitis really is. I got back to feeding her on my bad side for two days, then it all went to hell in a hand basket. For instance look at the time I'm writing this right now. Yes two am and we are awake. Why are we awake mind you? We were in bed but after an hour of her fervently trying to eat from me I made her the 3.5 ounce bottle that took me four pumping sessions to make her today. Mind you I'm pretty sure she's still hungry and is WIDE awake right now sitting in her bouncy chair. So why wont I feed her on my bad side you wonder? I did feed her on my bad side today for about a minute. I had worked on my bad side for a good half hour in the shower that would melt a normal persons skins off and I felt around and thought it would be fine. I had her latch on and the intense nipple burning and pain was off the charts and so all I could last was a flippin minute. So I think I'm going to be destined to become a pumping queen for the next week or more. I'm not going to make the mistake of trying to feed her before I'm fully healed again. I hate the peer pressure I feel to "suck it up" and feed her on that side. I dont really care about the after burn I get from feeding her its the extreme nipple pain I get from it. I have to do whats right for me. So I'm going to go lop sided for a while and see how it goes. Today I've decided that since I woke up engorged and I couldn't express it out into  a bottle or in the shower that I would just let it leak. So I have had a towel under me and have just been letting it go unhindered today. Is it wasting milk that I could be stock piling for her when she decides she wants to be a pig? Probably but my breast wont cooperate and let me catch it so blah... This is SO irritating I cant even put it into words. Telling me over and over again that tons of mothers have gotten it and I should just suck it up just makes me angry so if I hear it one more time I might hurt the person who says it... at least I haven't thrown my hands up entirely and switch to formula which I've been very tempted to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-3398280908071757662?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3398280908071757662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=3398280908071757662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/3398280908071757662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/3398280908071757662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/03/mastitis-which-means-tmi-lot-of-tmi.html' title='Mastitis which means tmi... a lot of tmi'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-3910413229199994528</id><published>2011-03-10T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T08:35:54.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eqr88oa6tp4/TXpJTShbPrI/AAAAAAAAAjc/OuhIECIoLnA/s1600/184284_1883320409900_1448041052_3623826_5187033_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582855283817529010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eqr88oa6tp4/TXpJTShbPrI/AAAAAAAAAjc/OuhIECIoLnA/s320/184284_1883320409900_1448041052_3623826_5187033_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you met my sister? Jenni? Yes the one that doesn't quite look like me at all but still you can tell we are related? Yes I know... Did you know that she is amazing?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know I miss not seeing her every day?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know we might not look very much a like but we act alike?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that we like/ dislike the same people?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know it was wonderful to have her here for the week she was here?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know I started missing her the second I stopped hugging her in the hall way of my moms house as we parted ways?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know we talk every day on facebook?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know we help each other cyber stock?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know tend to cry when I think about missing her too much? Like right now?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know she has been such huge strength in my life?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know she's perfect... well she's perfect in her own special way that not everyone understands...&lt;br /&gt;Did you know she has an amazing personality?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know she's like me in the way that we will either be the nicest person you have ever met or you will have us be the worst enemy you have ever encountered?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know you might not like what say but you know its the truth...&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that I love her so much it hurts some times?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know Madison loves her too?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know she misses her too?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know I could probably make this list circle to globe two times over again before I am done listing everything?&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/7969055868862393577-3910413229199994528?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3910413229199994528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=3910413229199994528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/3910413229199994528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/3910413229199994528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/03/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know?'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eqr88oa6tp4/TXpJTShbPrI/AAAAAAAAAjc/OuhIECIoLnA/s72-c/184284_1883320409900_1448041052_3623826_5187033_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-6012152920713131837</id><published>2011-03-10T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T08:35:32.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 years, 6 weeks, and mastitis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582851652698720194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Q0p3VoZY9A/TXpF_7jPR8I/AAAAAAAAAik/2_O2q6ape-8/s320/185796_1883310049641_1448041052_3623784_2220_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Madison was six weeks old on Monday. I can't believe shes so old so fast! Why can't time crawl by? I want my little girl to stay little! (Even if she is a beast in her own right) Right now she's making more noises than just crys. She makes these little squeals every now and then that are the cutest thing! They are almost like "Hey look at me!" She's starting to smile a little bit while she's awake now not just when she is sleeping. She has started to giggle in her sleep! Her whole body shakes when she does it and she has this huge smile on her face when she does it! Now to only get her to do it when shes awake... She has (since Saturday) slept with me entirely in the living room but I will get into that later it isn't her fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582851653681125858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2MG5aN4DZeg/TXpF__NdmeI/AAAAAAAAAis/EJYN0n-3F-s/s320/197909_1883319289872_1448041052_3623821_5160966_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister came into town last week and it was soooo nice to have her here even for just a few days. Literally all we did while she was here was hang out. Half the time I was in my pjs doing a whole lot of nothing but isnt that the great part? We went over to her friends house for a few hours (which she was so nice! She even put together a bouncy chair for Madison to keep her happy while we talked! Mind you she was so pregnant that she had her baby the next day, thats its so impressive) We also went to the mall to get Kha some shoes that they dont have in Louisiana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582851660740448418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-gQaCNOpHw/TXpGAZgiUKI/AAAAAAAAAi0/FRzp7ipYjjw/s320/199564_1883318449851_1448041052_3623817_4278319_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come Saturday family came into town because of Madisons blessing. Jeremy, Nicole and Owen came over Saturday afternoon soon followed by my mom and Jenni. That was a lot of fun seeing them! Madison also had her worst blow out to date and got poop up to her shoulders... How she does that I will never know. After they left to take Owen to swim in the pool at their hotel on the other side of the world Ryans family came over and hung out for a while. We watched Toy story one and played pass the baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582853526526020002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gKfNFkj7SJY/TXpHtAGeyaI/AAAAAAAAAjU/gfN3rodJ0m4/s320/DSCF9729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday morning after an extremely LOONNGG night we got ready, grabbed Madison's blessing dress and went to the church. Jenni and I got Madison ready in the mothers room for her big day. I was seriously scared that she would have a massive blow out in her blessing dress but thankfully she didn't. Her circle consisted of: Ryan, Mathew, his dad, Ken and Jeremy. Ryan gave her such a sweet blessing filled with such emotion it was perfect. Ryan did an amazing job not loosing concentration when she started to cry. She evidently as quite a riot up there and just started to fart up a storm and made the poor priest laugh. Its a good thing it didn't make it over the microphone because I'm sure the entire audience would have laughed too. I got good laugh because my cousin Ken came down from the stage holding one of her socks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582853510800808530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rxh_e5TdM5g/TXpHsFhTGlI/AAAAAAAAAi8/SqFTcdGDsEQ/s320/DSCF9704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took some family pictures and went over to my mom's house for a family gathering and lunch. It was fun to see all the cousins kids run around and play with each other. It was so nice for my mom to host something like that. Towards the afternoon it was just Jeremy's family at my moms playing card monopoly. I really enjoyed that game even tho I was extremely out of it and not very good at it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582853517939663522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LchtispaXnc/TXpHsgHVYqI/AAAAAAAAAjE/U4yZufJtyLY/s320/DSCF9713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582851648231339170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J3FsFpD9hEk/TXpF_q6IdKI/AAAAAAAAAic/mu-J-_qTFZI/s320/189103_1883319569879_1448041052_3623823_6174947_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Ryan and I have been married for four years. It doesn't seem like its been that long but then again I can't remember my life with out him in it. He's amazing and wonderful and my perfect match. I don't think we are going to do much for it. He stayed home with me today which wasnt the plan but I welcome the company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582853525831332690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8jePRWBMKAI/TXpHs9g2s1I/AAAAAAAAAjM/jqsZZFlNqJE/s320/DSCF9726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I warn you now if you dont want to hear about my boob stop reading now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've had a sore side that nurse on for a few weeks now. I just suck it up deal with the stinging. Well when Jeremy was at my house Saturday I fed Madison on my sore side and she got angry at it. Well once she finished eating my breast literally throbbed for two hours straight. I started to not feel that great and I told Ryan. Well his family came over and I really started to not feel good. I went into the bathroom while they were here and I took my temperature because my eyes started to feel hot. Well i was 99. something then once they left I took it again once they left and I was 100.7. I knew something was wrong and I knew it was mastitis. I fed her on my bad side and it was 100x worse than it had been a few hours before. I was crying so hard I was feeding her it scared Ryan. I called up my cousin Alicia telling her what was wrong looking for help. She talked me off the cliff and told me what to do. So I plugged in a heating pad and prepared for a long night sleeping on the living room floor. The times I did feed her hurt worse every time. By the morning I was cringing at the thought of feeding her on my bad side and it took me ten minutes to psych myself up to feed her. The last time I feed her on my bad side was at my moms during the lunch in. It burned so intensely through the entire thing it was horrible. It normally would let up once she got eating but this time it didnt. I realize right then I couldn't feed her on my bad side anymore. We bought me a pump and some bottles on my way home from my moms. I got into the shower and worked on trying to loosen everything up and I was able to get thick puss out of my breast.By the time I got to the doctors Monday afternoon my breast was almost completely red and my nipple was ugly contorted with infection. My doctor confirmed I was right about the infection and gave me antibiotics for four times a day for ten days. I've been pumping my bad side and feeding her exclusively on my good til her sucks me dry then I give her one of the bottles I've made her. I've broken down twice pretty hysterical at two in the morning because I feel so guilty about not having enough milk for her once shes eaten everything I can give her and she still wants more. I woke Ryan up last night at 4am because I was so hysterical I couldn't deal with it anymore. I was inches away from feeding her on my bad side but I couldnt do it. He took her from me and tried to calm me down. He sent me to the shower so I could relax and he sat Madison on his chest and started to tell her mission stories. He stayed home with me today to help me out. He's amazing... It frustrates me to no end when people try to make me feel dumb about my feelings because I know me and I know my daughter... grr... I will try to feed her again once the infection leaves my nipple so hopefully tomorrow because pumping pisses me off! My cousin Alicia has been a huge help to me this whole time! She talks me through the issues and gives me support! I love having family so close!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-6012152920713131837?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6012152920713131837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=6012152920713131837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/6012152920713131837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/6012152920713131837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/03/4-years-6-weeks-and-mastitis.html' title='4 years, 6 weeks, and mastitis'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Q0p3VoZY9A/TXpF_7jPR8I/AAAAAAAAAik/2_O2q6ape-8/s72-c/185796_1883310049641_1448041052_3623784_2220_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-2983196317369383706</id><published>2011-02-28T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T12:31:04.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dJBdupwGWlw/TWv-XCQURBI/AAAAAAAAAiM/SF-Z3-eN1es/s1600/DSCF9645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578832235124245522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dJBdupwGWlw/TWv-XCQURBI/AAAAAAAAAiM/SF-Z3-eN1es/s320/DSCF9645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 5 weeks! Can you believe it???  We had quite the adventures this week! We went to my cousins baby's birthday. This is her on the way out. She was loved on by everyone there! She was so good! She also took a ten minute nap in his crib. My dad carried her around and she was like his trophy. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578832215417989730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wWbTwO9CBD0/TWv-V41-qmI/AAAAAAAAAhs/3bQO_MbDeus/s320/DSCF9666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She still loves hanging out with her daddy. She has inherited the trait of getting these serious looks on her face. I loved the fact that I got this one... it made me laugh so hard! She is a beast! She now weighs 11 pounds 3 ounces (probably more now) and she's in the 95-97% for her age. She also got her second hep b shot. That was harder on me than it was on her. She did one of those silent crys before she started to scream. I felt so bad for her i lost it when the nurse left. I just held her and cried with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CeZjGT0W5pw/TWv-Wz8OKEI/AAAAAAAAAiE/kZtytw0iV-M/s1600/DSCF9644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578832231281862722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CeZjGT0W5pw/TWv-Wz8OKEI/AAAAAAAAAiE/kZtytw0iV-M/s320/DSCF9644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We started tummy time with her (her doctor said it was fine to start) She loves it! I could probably leave her there for hours and she'd be fine, but if you put her on her back she gets mad at you. She is in love with her bouncy chair. (Its the reason why half of her pictures shes in it.) You bounce it she calms down and tends to fall asleep for hours. She doesnt sleep on the sofa with me anymore at night we now sleep in the bed together at night lol! Why not? Six hours pretty much off and on??? I mean there are times when I put her back in her bassinet and she keeps on sleeping, but half the time she just stays in bed with me.  She grunts in her sleep a lot tho its kind of cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PK0QeVEwFX8/TWv-Wr7vCCI/AAAAAAAAAh8/uLtX4-qBtX8/s1600/DSCF9658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578832229132339234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PK0QeVEwFX8/TWv-Wr7vCCI/AAAAAAAAAh8/uLtX4-qBtX8/s320/DSCF9658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some stupid people broke into our car and stole the radio, went through the glove box, took a tool out of the back seat, went through the trunk... The radio cost about $100 five years ago which means that they will probably get $10 for it at a pawn shop if that. We filed a police report but theres not much that they can do about it. It'll cost about $130 to replace the window and $20 to get a cheapo radio... Thats why we have savings right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ya0CTNYuXOs/TWv-WUkrDFI/AAAAAAAAAh0/abcxzDOFzHo/s1600/DSCF9655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578832222861593682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ya0CTNYuXOs/TWv-WUkrDFI/AAAAAAAAAh0/abcxzDOFzHo/s320/DSCF9655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So my mom is going to watch Madison today for an hour while I get it fixed... Yippie for having my mom so close!!!&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/7969055868862393577-2983196317369383706?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2983196317369383706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=2983196317369383706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2983196317369383706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2983196317369383706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/02/5-weeks.html' title='5 weeks'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dJBdupwGWlw/TWv-XCQURBI/AAAAAAAAAiM/SF-Z3-eN1es/s72-c/DSCF9645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-468195827830351686</id><published>2011-02-25T11:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T11:46:42.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this is how my night went last night... I was holding Madison then I felt  sudden woosh of warm. No sound just warm. I thought that she peed and I lifted her up to look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577706913591517810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j163Ziq9Zmc/TWf-4s3c4nI/AAAAAAAAAg8/IsYfrqmiClY/s320/0224111720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well this is just what was on her. Never the less it was on her legs and feet and completely COVERED me in it. She pooped so much she filled her diaper then over flowed and covered me in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577706918652167458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4b3L87n6_ss/TWf-4_uARSI/AAAAAAAAAhE/YelfI5NjJqs/s320/0224111722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I deemed that it was so messy that she needed a bath. I stripped her down and she just sat there the whole time. She tends to cry when you change her diaper but this time she laid there and was like "ha ha look what I did!" Yes her belly is getting bigger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577706919186309442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lce6ZdF15FU/TWf-5BtWoUI/AAAAAAAAAhM/zriMDjMkjEg/s320/DSCF9630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So she got herself a bath. I played with her hair to get the little curl in the front. She likes her baths a whole lot more. I guess all I had to do was raise her bath temperature to almost the same temp we take our showers at. I guess she enjoys a hot tub feeling.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577706925062889250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6QbbMXzdPbI/TWf-5XmcHyI/AAAAAAAAAhU/tJfJ_w0EjhU/s320/DSCF9633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She now gets mad when you take her out of the bath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577706931305241074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OeZ5UAFzAn0/TWf-5u2u2fI/AAAAAAAAAhc/EokOP3-bVZk/s320/0224111753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cuddled her while I tried to not put her in a diaper. I try my best post bath to let her air out to prevent diaper rash. Well the cuddling turned into her falling asleep in her towel for a little while which freaked me out a lot because I could see a second bath in my future if it went wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYevjk1gsUs/TWgCCPRoUDI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Yy4B0Cm7HH4/s1600/0224111842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577710375981830194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYevjk1gsUs/TWgCCPRoUDI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Yy4B0Cm7HH4/s320/0224111842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got some baby booty pictures once she woke back up and I figured I would take a picture of the utter destruction that happened...  everything I was wearing (All the way down) plus the boppy cover... This is my life now... Doctor trip today! We get to see how big my monkey is now!&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/7969055868862393577-468195827830351686?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/468195827830351686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=468195827830351686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/468195827830351686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/468195827830351686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/02/poop.html' title='poop'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j163Ziq9Zmc/TWf-4s3c4nI/AAAAAAAAAg8/IsYfrqmiClY/s72-c/0224111720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-4653485135950127353</id><published>2011-02-21T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T17:41:21.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you believe that its been a month already? She just is getting so big! I find out on Friday how big she has gotten but I'm guessing she's at least nine and a half pounds Ryan thinks that she might be bigger than that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4gDDiUE3fqU/TWMKjxldi-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/1UzrLu_u1ks/s1600/184750_10150407282725521_545150520_17000124_3852714_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4gDDiUE3fqU/TWMKjxldi-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/1UzrLu_u1ks/s320/184750_10150407282725521_545150520_17000124_3852714_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576312373336968162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves sitting up. She gets cranky when you don't have her sit up. Its like she feels entitled to be able to see everything thats going on and be able to participate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's starting to like her baths more. I had to turn up the temperature quite a few notches... I almost have her bath water to my temperature. I even let her hang out in the water for a little while longer. It was cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5k8xbs1dsX4/TWMKju4n4UI/AAAAAAAAAgs/NSvk80F8SRA/s1600/185620_10150408248590521_545150520_17013626_3600998_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5k8xbs1dsX4/TWMKju4n4UI/AAAAAAAAAgs/NSvk80F8SRA/s320/185620_10150408248590521_545150520_17013626_3600998_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576312372612030786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I seriously LOVE her in her teddy bear outfit. She only woke up twice in the night when I had her in it. I seriously love it and am grateful to Ken and Alicia for letting me use it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She still eats like a champ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She will be asleep for a while then be awake towards the evening. She's most awake from 4-10 in the day. She naps and eats during this time but she only sleeps for like ten minutes at a time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We sleep more in the room than in the living room. Its nice I must admit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She does spit up now but its not every time she eats... actually you don't really know when its going to happen its like a surprise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves her daddy, she still enjoys sitting on his chest looking at him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my doctor cleared me today. She says I'm healing perfectly which is good. I got put on the pill because yeah I love Madison but I want to cherish Madison as an only child for a while longer. I'll think about it again when she's approaching nursery or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its amazing how much money you save by cooking all the meals... I just need more recipes... I feel like I cook the same five things over and over again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_dPC8hobXtk/TWMKjU5-sNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/jEf73VUXEnc/s1600/182767_10150407280920521_545150520_17000099_7711999_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_dPC8hobXtk/TWMKjU5-sNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/jEf73VUXEnc/s320/182767_10150407280920521_545150520_17000099_7711999_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576312365638398162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't she cute? I mean shes amazingly cute!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are blessing her the first Sunday in March&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She now wears 0-3 month onsies but wears newborn everything else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just started her in size 1 diapers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-4653485135950127353?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4653485135950127353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=4653485135950127353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/4653485135950127353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/4653485135950127353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/02/1-month.html' title='1 month'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4gDDiUE3fqU/TWMKjxldi-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/1UzrLu_u1ks/s72-c/184750_10150407282725521_545150520_17000124_3852714_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-3826093107824203479</id><published>2011-02-19T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T21:36:16.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuteness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Be1ru9OT7y0/TWCoR-jMfzI/AAAAAAAAAgc/IiXjWeEvjmw/s1600/182767_10150407280920521_545150520_17000099_7711999_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Be1ru9OT7y0/TWCoR-jMfzI/AAAAAAAAAgc/IiXjWeEvjmw/s320/182767_10150407280920521_545150520_17000099_7711999_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575641365486534450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question at hand is how can you even handle this cuteness?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-3826093107824203479?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3826093107824203479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=3826093107824203479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/3826093107824203479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/3826093107824203479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/02/cuteness.html' title='Cuteness'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Be1ru9OT7y0/TWCoR-jMfzI/AAAAAAAAAgc/IiXjWeEvjmw/s72-c/182767_10150407280920521_545150520_17000099_7711999_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-7768582972558429353</id><published>2011-02-19T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T11:44:10.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HVAo78UWSOE/TWAcm6eFVVI/AAAAAAAAAgU/6X_f3lskkeU/s1600/DSCF9576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HVAo78UWSOE/TWAcm6eFVVI/AAAAAAAAAgU/6X_f3lskkeU/s320/DSCF9576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575487793540715858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In case anyone wondered how my nights go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan caught us sleeping this morning. Yes quite often I do fall asleep with my glasses on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-7768582972558429353?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7768582972558429353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=7768582972558429353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/7768582972558429353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/7768582972558429353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/02/sleep.html' title='sleep'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HVAo78UWSOE/TWAcm6eFVVI/AAAAAAAAAgU/6X_f3lskkeU/s72-c/DSCF9576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-37262339555491411</id><published>2011-02-14T17:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T17:55:52.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vn6WVYzAHJc/TVnc9zK6pwI/AAAAAAAAAgM/jMkWr8EPfJY/s320/DSCF9540.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573728968113825538" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vbFlhIrXJZs/TVnXy3Y1WLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/cz6IH5kw_SY/s1600/DSCF9539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vbFlhIrXJZs/TVnXy3Y1WLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/cz6IH5kw_SY/s320/DSCF9539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573723282709239986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madison is my love... she is so cute and I believe the most beautiful baby out there... I've seen some ugly babies and she doesn't have an ugly bone in her body...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*She loves sitting up... well she loves being propped up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*She looks all around when shes awake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*She loves her Daddy and always seems to wake up right before he comes home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*She just started spitting up and she has had some epic spit ups every once and a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*She sleeps a lot better when she's held&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*She loves to fall asleep on your chest while you are holding her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*She tends to fall asleep in the car if shes in there for more than five minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*She slept through sacrament meeting when we went Sunday and everyone came to look at her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* I now "talk" to her by making cat noises when she makes cat noises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*She goes on eating beiges at night and will eat off and on for three or more hours straight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* We have been sleeping in the same room with Ryan for most of the week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*We had our first slumber party at Grandma's last night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*She met Patches, but neither of them seemed to care much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well Saturday night I went out to throw something in the washing machine and I noticed a big puddle of water and I hear dripping noises. Well I freaked out and had Ryan come look at it and he decided that our water heater had broken and was leaking. Thankfully it didn't explode! So Sunday our apartment complex came out and told us that we would be getting a new water heater on Monday because they didn't have any on hand right then, but it meant our heat would be out because our gas goes through the water heater. So Ryan decided that Madison and I would spend the night at my mom's house because he didn't want her to get cold at all. My mom of coarse loved us coming over so she could hold her and play with her for a while. My old man kitty (who is now fine and actually gained some weight) got to meet Madison... he didnt really care and she didn't notice him really. I'll give it six months and her pulling his ears before he really cares too much about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan is a wonderful fantastic husband. He got me roses and a little balloon with hersey kisses in it. He also got Madison a little stuffed animal because she's his valentine too! He's too cute and wonderful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are going to bless her the first Sunday in March and I'm getting excited because two of my cousins said that they would be in the circle with us. My cousin Jeremy and his family are going to come down from Provo to be there and my cousin Ken said that he would come too... Its nice to have family around for things like this!!! I want to ask a couple of people from my old ward if they will come and do it too but I'm not sure if they will be able to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to church on Sunday and I discovered even though I feel pretty darn good I can not sit on the church benches for any amount for time longer than five minutes before I begin to hurt and by the end of the hour throbb... Side effect I'm not that happy with but its going to happen I'm hoping I can sit through a full meeting in a couple of weeks, but I'm not going to try til after her blessing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-37262339555491411?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/37262339555491411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=37262339555491411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/37262339555491411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/37262339555491411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/02/3-weeks.html' title='3 weeks'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vn6WVYzAHJc/TVnc9zK6pwI/AAAAAAAAAgM/jMkWr8EPfJY/s72-c/DSCF9540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-748768673944820293</id><published>2011-02-07T12:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T13:28:38.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well its been 2 weeks and heres some more tidbits we've learned about Madison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*She hates her baths... she screams so badly through it it makes me laugh over how dramatic shes being. Ryan can't handle hearing her cry like that so he leaves the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TVBZWC3l19I/AAAAAAAAAf8/ng5V4d8Gkzg/s320/180191_10150394904800521_545150520_16825078_1238592_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571050974319335378" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*She's still a good sleeper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*We still sleep 9 out of 10 times in the living room. I like my sleep a lot more than trying to make a full night in the room in my bed. So we sleep in the living room where we both sleep a lot better. I might be spoiling her and making a lot more work for myself later but oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TVBZVy2w4GI/AAAAAAAAAf0/LLn1Ylqvq5M/s1600/179429_10150392958475521_545150520_16787653_7814331_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TVBZVy2w4GI/AAAAAAAAAf0/LLn1Ylqvq5M/s320/179429_10150392958475521_545150520_16787653_7814331_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571050970020896866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*She loves sitting on her Daddys chest and looking at him. He tends to make faces at her while he does this and she looks at him like he's crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*She can eat for hours straight... I think proportionality she can eat more than a teen aged boy... I'm not sure where the heck it all goes tho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*She knows how to blow out her diaper... its surprising when I went to go change her diaper and she had poo on her foot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I'm thinking about adding dairy back into my diet sloooowly. I miss cheese and I have a big thing of yogurt in my fridge with my name written on it, but I don't want her gassy so being stuck on bread and rice might be my diet for another month or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Her daddys parents have come down to see her a few times now. I love having them come over! I just wish that they were closer so that we could all see each other more.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*My parents also come around a lot... my mom will come by for hours at a time, same with my dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*My sister makes sure that I'm up to date on posting pictures of Madison and keeping up on my blog, so far she hasn't needed to nag me to post something new... I guess I have stuff to update on so it isn't that hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* I still love watching her get burped. It still makes my day watching her look around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-748768673944820293?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/748768673944820293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=748768673944820293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/748768673944820293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/748768673944820293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/02/2-weeks.html' title='2 weeks'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TVBZWC3l19I/AAAAAAAAAf8/ng5V4d8Gkzg/s72-c/180191_10150394904800521_545150520_16825078_1238592_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-2608993182359200778</id><published>2011-02-05T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T09:39:42.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TU2KBP40vpI/AAAAAAAAAfs/_Q4ChBOKvGc/s1600/180429_10150392958925521_545150520_16787666_7632253_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TU2KBP40vpI/AAAAAAAAAfs/_Q4ChBOKvGc/s320/180429_10150392958925521_545150520_16787666_7632253_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570260068176543378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi! I'm Madison! I scared my mommy really bad this morning! At 4am I pooped so loudly and fiercly that I overflowed my diaper... I've never done this before. When she went to check my diaper she gave me funny looks and had to change my clothes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-2608993182359200778?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2608993182359200778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=2608993182359200778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2608993182359200778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2608993182359200778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/02/hi.html' title='hi'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TU2KBP40vpI/AAAAAAAAAfs/_Q4ChBOKvGc/s72-c/180429_10150392958925521_545150520_16787666_7632253_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-2025069780452097955</id><published>2011-02-03T11:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T13:17:14.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday</title><content type='html'>My birthday didn't feel like any birthday I've had before. It really didn't feel like my birthday but I think thats what comes with the territory nine days after having a baby. I had to get her to the doctors by 3:30 and I had to run a few errands. So we got all dressed up because its cold right now for some reason...  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TUsHRATmyOI/AAAAAAAAAfk/QCXnsFlm_l4/s1600/179850_10150391225790521_545150520_16763188_1629730_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TUsHRATmyOI/AAAAAAAAAfk/QCXnsFlm_l4/s320/179850_10150391225790521_545150520_16763188_1629730_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569553352895154402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So at 2pm we left the apartment, paid rent, and went to my work. I had to fix my leave paperwork (bwahahaha to me actually going back, I'm doing the leave to keep the insurance going as long as I can) and that took almost an hour to do. We rushed to my doctors office to get more paperwork to get in the mail by 4pm so that it will have the 2nd as the post mark date. We got to her appointment on time which was a miracle and by the skin of my teeth. She doesn't like the doctor very much because that means I have to strip her down to her diaper and she gets messed with by people with cold hands... she hates anything cold. She's gained back her weight (she dropped down to 8' 6 at her first doctors appointment) she now weights 8' 14 and is 21 and 1/4 inches long. The doctor examed her and said she looks perfect. she said that it looked like her umbilical cord was going to fall off soon. They then did the pku test. I almost lost it. they pricked her heal and she started to scream. It hurt me so bad to watch her cry like that, they then squoze her heal until she had left four drops of blood on their test paper. She shook and cried and was so upset it was horrible! She fell asleep in the car on the way home thankfully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TUsHQRfivNI/AAAAAAAAAfU/9oxJSEOh1Ms/s320/167698_10150391226265521_545150520_16763199_5690875_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569553340328754386" /&gt;She was so worn out afterwards she kind of just passed out in her car seat. Once she woke up she ate for about an hour and a half to two hours straight. Its normal that somewhere during the evening she goes on marathon eating seasons so that didn't surprised me that much. Once she woke back up it was time to change her diaper&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TUsHQ0brb_I/AAAAAAAAAfc/5DP40kCa000/s1600/167871_10150391226515521_545150520_16763207_8237475_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TUsHQ0brb_I/AAAAAAAAAfc/5DP40kCa000/s320/167871_10150391226515521_545150520_16763207_8237475_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569553349707788274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her umbilical cord just fell right off. I'm sure that made her extremely happy. She HATED anyone touching it. She would either cry when ever you touched it or she would give you a nasty look like "yes that is mine why are you touching it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once home Ryan made me a version of Hawaiian haystacks (pretty much rice, chicken, gravy, and pineapple), I'm still extremely cautious over what I eat because I'm trying to help her not have gas because she having gas really isn't fun for anyone. I also didn't have a cake (I thought it would be too much dairy) so I had fresh and easy bread pudding which was yummy. We just hung out watching battle star galactica (its nerdy but its instant on netflix and its something that Ryan and I can do together) Ryan put together her swing because we think she will she will love it. We haven't had the chance to try it out but she loves her bouncy chair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've haven't gotten bored yet which surprises me. I've actually kept up with the house. I might not get dressed every day (I dont really need to) but I keep on laundry, and dishes up. I try to remember I need to drink a lot more water than I actually do because I have feeling shes sucking me dry with how much she eats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad I'm so well built to have babies. I feel almost normal again. I don't feel hit by a bus, I'm still a little sore but hey I had a bowling ball come out of me. I bounced back, I feel good, I'm not feeling any baby blues which I'm happy about. I haven't seen my hair start to fall out yet but my doctor warned me in the beginning of my pregnancy that it will fall out once I have her. I seem to be handling the sleeping being interrupted pretty well. I sleep so much better when I hold her which is why we sleep in the living room at night, we've only spent the night in the room with Ryan once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-2025069780452097955?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2025069780452097955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=2025069780452097955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2025069780452097955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2025069780452097955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-birthday.html' title='My birthday'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TUsHRATmyOI/AAAAAAAAAfk/QCXnsFlm_l4/s72-c/179850_10150391225790521_545150520_16763188_1629730_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-7513933890827435191</id><published>2011-02-01T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T13:55:37.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TUh3LzNc7iI/AAAAAAAAAfM/rIIdy3ehRbU/s1600/180548_10150387655505521_545150520_16700824_7327076_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TUh3LzNc7iI/AAAAAAAAAfM/rIIdy3ehRbU/s320/180548_10150387655505521_545150520_16700824_7327076_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568831983852514850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe it's been a week since I've had Madison, time is going so quickly. I want her to stay small forever but at the same time I want to see her grow up and see what she becomes. I try to memorize her every feature, and I really don't want to put her down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TUh3L5fvC1I/AAAAAAAAAfE/R0JA57PV-ug/s1600/168640_10150389451885521_545150520_16735500_4807962_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TUh3L5fvC1I/AAAAAAAAAfE/R0JA57PV-ug/s320/168640_10150389451885521_545150520_16735500_4807962_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568831985539812178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some things about her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I try to put mittens on her but she has the ability to get one mitten off ever time, same hand even if you put different mittens on her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TUh3LpsAwJI/AAAAAAAAAe8/cVvwIruMi9o/s1600/168396_10150389452425521_545150520_16735521_3183642_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TUh3LpsAwJI/AAAAAAAAAe8/cVvwIruMi9o/s320/168396_10150389452425521_545150520_16735521_3183642_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568831981296337042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves her daddy. They hang out a lot whenever he gets home from work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She reeeeaaalllllly hates being cold, she cried until you make her warm again... thats why she didn't like her bath so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She hates getting her diaper changed because of the cold wipes. I think she has flash backs of the hospital when the lactation specialist would wipe her down to wake her up because she kept trying to sleep the entire time and wouldn't eat unless you put forth a lot of effort to wake her up then she would fall right back asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love burping her! Thats when she is extremely alert... she opens her eyes looks all around and makes the cutest noises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She gets the hiccups every day some times a few times a day, yep she's definitely my daughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she loves eating. she has a tendency to eat for hours straight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my sister moved to Louisiana on Saturday. I've never had to be in a different city than her before. its bizzare... I cried so hard when she left my apartment that morning it took Ryan a while to calm me down. Everything happens for a reason tho so I know shes there for something important&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-7513933890827435191?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7513933890827435191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=7513933890827435191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/7513933890827435191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/7513933890827435191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-week.html' title='one week'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TUh3LzNc7iI/AAAAAAAAAfM/rIIdy3ehRbU/s72-c/180548_10150387655505521_545150520_16700824_7327076_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-413441992175210316</id><published>2011-01-28T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T22:02:09.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TUOgBgA_BBI/AAAAAAAAAdI/UWLDmhs4B5U/s1600/DSCF9361.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: hand;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567469511994442770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TUOgBgA_BBI/AAAAAAAAAdI/UWLDmhs4B5U/s320/DSCF9361.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the the moment I have Madison asleep. She's been screaming all day I think from gas because she wont burp, roots but wont latch 9 out of 10 times, and just the way she's acting. Its kind of freaky because this isn't how my baby acts. She normally never crys and when she does it isn't very loud... these are like death crys. My milk came in last night so hint the thought of gas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well Monday at 2:30 am after about an hour of sleep due to nerves Ryan and I woke up and got ready for the hospital. We got there at 3:20 and the nurses gave us a weird look and asked us why we were so early (they evidently had it down that I was supposed to be there at 4) we joked and said we didn't want to hit traffic. once in our room I gowned up and started to fill out the paper work. My mom got there at 4am because she wanted to be there for the whole thing. I got my blood drawn, iv put in and they started pitioian by 4:30am. I was hooked up to a heart monitor and a contraction monitor so if I ever had to go pee it was quite the ordeal, I would have to unplug all the cords and take my iv stand with me then rehook everything, it took me five minutes to do everything so I only did it once around 6:30. My pitioian was raised every half hour, it took me about an hour and a half before I noticed I was having contractions. They didn't hurt in the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: hand;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567469520725375154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TUOgCAimeLI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/fTilFqSnH0g/s320/DSCF9362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They came in and tried to put a internal heart monitor in around 7:30 am with the prospect of also breaking my water. They couldn't get the clip in but they nicked my water bag and warned me that I might start randomly start leaking fluid if I talked, laughed, sneezed (get the picture?) it took me about twenty minutes before I felt anything then GUSH! right when I was either laughing or talking to the nurse... weird weird feeling. They had put one of those huge diaper pads under me by that point so I wasn't sitting in a puddle in my bed thankfully, and the fluid was clear so I was happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They checked me and I was four and with all my knowledge of birth I knew that my water being broken would cause my contractions to not just be the light cramps on the screen but they would hurt so I asked for my epidural right then and there. Also those doctors are notorious for taking an hour to get there once asked for. Then my contractions  started to hurt... bad. my family would come over and watch them on the screen every once and a while (I had the today show on the tv in case you wanted to know) my contractions were 2-3 minutes apart then went to continuous not letting up. The only let up was the contraction line would go down to four "in between contractions" then go back up to six or higher. I was praying for the doctor to get there but as I thought it took about an hour for him to get there after I asked for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone but Ryan left the room and he started to prep me. My legs were shaking and I was starting to feel sick by that point from the pain by then. My legs hanging over the side of the bed, leaning into the nurse they started to do my epi. Poke one, I could feel him trying to get the needle into the spinal cord, didn't work. Oh it hurt so bad. Take two in a different area, poke in... didn't work. I was sobbing by this point. He went higher than most and finally got the epidural into place. He told me I had a tight spine then referred to me as an armadillo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: hand;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567469525900116018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TUOgCT0WwDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/EF_uNf41iSU/s320/DSCF9364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shortly there after I got sick for the first time in my pregnancy. I lost my fruit loops in a little bag. They gave me a shot to make it stop which worked thank goodness!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By this point they let the other people back into the room. I wasn't opening my eyes because U could still feel my contractions and my back huurt. The nurse started to talk to me but the first thing I commented on was an ad about female smell products. I responded to the ad "Well if you would shower every day then you wouldn't smell" They stuck a catheter in me once I was completely numb which was uncomfy at first but eventually you get used to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through out the day every one in the room would fall asleep (my mom, dad, jenni and ryan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was progressing normally til I got to six then I kind of stopped. After a few hours she decided to switch up my positions so my knees were up and I was curling around the baby. Once she got me like that it did the trick, I went from 6 to 10 in two hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once I was nine I started to feel the pressure every one tells you about. (ready for tmi?) it felt like my vagina had this big weight put on it. I still didn't feel my contractions but I felt the pressure. the nurse came in and checked me and I asked if it was ok that I was doing counter pressure to help relieve the pain, she then asked me to demonstrate what I was talking about and I pushed for her with her hand in me... and while doing that I farted... it made Ryan, I and the nurse laugh hysterically with me saying "well I didn't mean to do that too but oh well!" (now keep in mind my biggest fear was pooping on the delivery table) she told me she could see when I was pushing on the monitor and showed me how. She then told me not to push... so even though it helped my pressure I stopped pushing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She came in about ten minutes later to check me because she had a feeling and I was a ten! she said she was going to go tell my doctor then she'd be back so we could practise push. Well my doctor was there in literally five minutes and beat the nurse back! (my doctor was keeping tabs on me all day via her phone an was very up to date and on my case all day even if I had only seen her in the morning... theres reasons why I love her!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They set up the room (and kha quickly left the room) and she put her fingers inside me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do you feel my fingers?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"well yes" (my epidural was slowly wearing off because I could feel my feet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"ok I want you to push my fingers out"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once I knew this I pushed for her... every medical person in the room was surprised. "it looks like she's going to push the baby out of this room" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They waited for another contraction and they had me start pushing (its about 5:20 pm at this point)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of the nurses jokingly asked when I was going to have my next one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my nurses and doctor were joking around with people in the room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*push*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*push*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"wow thats a lot of hair"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one nurse gets out a small bottle of baby shampoo and hands it to my doctor which she uses to start doing "massage" to stretch me out which she does with vigger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*push*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*push*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heads out then shoulder, cord around her neck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one more push and then Madison was here! Pushing time??? Just under 20 minutes 5:36 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: hand;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567469532404104002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TUOgCsDBu0I/AAAAAAAAAdg/wBdokbNZn5Q/s320/DSCF9372.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: hand;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567469541367753970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TUOgDNcILPI/AAAAAAAAAdo/qxRKyWxmbOw/s320/DSCF9373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then here comes the complication... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every person looses blood after birth, that is a fact of life but I lost more than most. Every time they would push on my stomach to check I would gush more and more blood. They gave me a shot to see if it would stop, and it didn't work. They gave me another shot and that finally slowed it down. All in all I lost a little bit less than you do getting a c-section. I also did tear a little bit, not very much though, she said she just did one continuous stitch and I was fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I DID NOT POOP ON THE TABLE!!!! &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 180px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: hand;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567476238164796034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TUOmJA89ooI/AAAAAAAAAeo/honIRDgrD4k/s320/SAM_1039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been trying to let Ryan get as much sleep as possible since he has school and work to do so Madison and I have been camping out in the living room at night to just let him sleep. She just sleeps in my arm on the boppy, it makes breast feeding extremely easy at night. She wakes up I pop a boob in her mouth she goes back to sleep and repeat. I'm actually handling the whole no sleep thing pretty good I believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: hand;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567476237002392290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TUOmI8n0wuI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ytFtnohAUao/s320/DSCF9467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my milk in last night/today... holy cow! Literally! I think my size tripled if not more in 12 hours flat and they are like granite implants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 180px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: hand;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567476243010488050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TUOmJTARBvI/AAAAAAAAAew/NbOC3tqpya4/s320/SAM_1050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryans family came by today to visit today (after she was able to fall asleep from her gas issues earlier) they were so crazy about her! It was adorable! &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: hand;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567474982708562834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TUOk_8A3y5I/AAAAAAAAAeI/ABu17hxroQo/s320/DSCF9411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: hand;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567474971314145586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TUOk_RkOyTI/AAAAAAAAAd4/c-nj6soSBoc/s320/DSCF9400.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: hand;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567474976266188354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TUOk_kA49kI/AAAAAAAAAeA/pDeBdFaicxE/s320/DSCF9405.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-413441992175210316?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/413441992175210316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=413441992175210316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/413441992175210316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/413441992175210316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/01/birth.html' title='Birth...'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TUOgBgA_BBI/AAAAAAAAAdI/UWLDmhs4B5U/s72-c/DSCF9361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-498329048235361970</id><published>2011-01-23T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:47:33.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the night before hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*It really is the oddest thing sitting at home the night before we go to the hospital. Its also odd knowing the exact day that you will go into labor and have her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*My last doctors appointment i was 3cm dilated and 50% effaced so my doctor said it was fine that she induced me a week early. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*even if she didn't induce me there would be no way I would last the week til my due date, yesterday I was contracting about once an hour and the fact that i didn't feel anything that caused me to be 3cm seems pretty impressive to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I really wanted to be able to have my sister there because she moves on my due date. I love my sister i cant imagine having something so huge happen and not have her here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I'm getting antsy beyond belief and anxious because its so daunting to think about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*tomorrow i'll have my daughter in my arms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*this has been so unreal for me because i never thought that it would happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*it took three years and a lot of blood sweat and tears for it to happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*i'm as prepared as i can be at this point theres nothing more that can happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*3:30 am is verrry early to be awake which has caused me to realize i'm not going to be sleeping tonight and if i do somehow fall asleep it really isn't going to be very long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Ryans trying to help me not loose my mind right now but he's just as excited as I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I put in the extended edition of Lord of the Rings to help pass the hours but it seems like time is crawling by.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*when I get bored and dont know what to watch I put in Lord of the Rings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I've watched the special features of them at least three times each&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I'm sure they are easily longer than the movies themselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I've been watching Big bang theory lately... I love that show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of furr! Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, pur pur pur!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I'm slightly random at the moment if you cant tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I know the last thing I'm going to eat before I go into the hospital is a bowl of fruit loops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*my doctor told me I should eat before I go in because they aren't going to let me eat hint the fruit loops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* I still haven't done my thank yous from my shower... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I think I'm the worst person at writing thank yous ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I'm going to have Madison blessed the first Sunday of march if you want to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I just got the dress dry cleaned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I wonder if I'll be able to get a nap in the hospital tomorrow morning before the contractions get too bad  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-498329048235361970?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/498329048235361970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=498329048235361970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/498329048235361970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/498329048235361970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2011/01/night-before-hand.html' title='the night before hand'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-2489709663295299706</id><published>2010-12-21T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T10:07:48.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>34 week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well I had a blast of a baby shower! A whole lot of people showed up and showed us a lot of love. While there my cousin Alicia told me to come over and look at some of her baby stuff to start a baby stuff swapping club between us since we live in the same city and live fairly close in the same city. Between her and my shower we are set. There are still a few odds and ends we would like to get like a rocking chair and a swing... I still need to wash all of the clothes and write the thank yous and find a place for everything, which is a lot harder than it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553552398875410354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TRIue5h8v7I/AAAAAAAAAck/W4567vghj7M/s320/148204_1736973511319_1448041052_3339419_7626146_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My old man kitty was limping around for a few weeks, my mom thought that he landed wrong when he was jumping off the fence in the back yard. Well he started not limping so bad and we all thought that he was getting better. Well then last week my mom found him licking his chest raw... well no one was taking him to the vet so I kidnapped him and took him to the vet, my mom met me there. It turned out that the vet thought he had gotten into a cat fight and he got an abscess on his chest that opened up. She thought he was calm and that they would have no problem with him... hahahahahaha... people never believe us when we say he doesn't like the vet and he doesn't like people messing with him when he doesn't know them that well. Well the vet tec came back into the room with him with the leather gloves that go up past the elbow and they hadn't been able to do anything with him other than give him the shots he needed. So I got to cone him and he was growling the whole time. He's doing a lot better now, I'm glad I vetted him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553552413339738306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TRIufvag4MI/AAAAAAAAAc8/p0_tp750P6Y/s320/downsize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ryan and I are in Ely this week... Not working is fantastic! There is a huge storm that stretches down below Hawaii and is called the pineapple express. Well it was raining in Vegas when we left and it was raining in Ely when we got here. That night the rain turned to snow and it snowed all night long. It then snowed Monday and its currently snowing right now. I don't think I've even had to deal with snow like this before... Its very pretty but it isn't fun to drive in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553552405727530914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TRIufTDnz6I/AAAAAAAAAc0/86gSMte6itY/s320/164375_10150352168595521_545150520_16028842_5228127_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yesterday when it had stopped snowing for a little while the kids, Ryan and i went sledding at the park right next to their house. Well I didn't sled because hello that would be stupid, but it was funny to watch. This was when Ryan went down with Emily. They were trying to forge a good path down the hillside and it would always work better when there were two or more people on it. It was funny when all four of them went down on the same sled... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553552400621670498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TRIufACSkGI/AAAAAAAAAcs/yGP_572uEyc/s320/163184_10150352330390521_545150520_16032023_2675232_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TRGGkNh2kaI/AAAAAAAAAcc/vW3Uex2ds_I/s1600/34+weeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently 34 weeks pregnant. I swear after my shower I blew up I think I grow an inch a day now, it was an over night thing. I guess that being freakishly small for so long had to catch up with my eventually. Its getting harder and harder for me to move around and her head likes to go in and out of my pelvis. I showed Ryan her head when she was trying to escape through my stomach while we were out and about. He though I was just being crazy but then he felt one side and it wasn't anything then he felt where I told him to and he felt her big head. I haven't gotten to the point of where I want her out already I'm still content with being pregnant. I still haven't felt a braxton hicks or any contraction yet. I'm starting to wonder where the heck she's going to go because she's already in my ribs I dont know how much higher she can go! She should be weighing close to 5.5 pounds by now if she is gaining the half a pound a week.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TRGGkNh2kaI/AAAAAAAAAcc/vW3Uex2ds_I/s1600/34+weeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553367772189594018" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; " alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TRGGkNh2kaI/AAAAAAAAAcc/vW3Uex2ds_I/s320/34%2Bweeks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-2489709663295299706?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2489709663295299706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=2489709663295299706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2489709663295299706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2489709663295299706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2010/12/34-week.html' title='34 week'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TRIue5h8v7I/AAAAAAAAAck/W4567vghj7M/s72-c/148204_1736973511319_1448041052_3339419_7626146_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-5207794074208261463</id><published>2010-12-07T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T14:24:24.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>32 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TP6tynfgtqI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Pe-wRndz0W0/s1600/ultrasunds%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TP6tynfgtqI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Pe-wRndz0W0/s320/ultrasunds%2B002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548062876073244322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TP6tyRJNC3I/AAAAAAAAAcM/zajXX_qDSy0/s1600/ultrasunds%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TP6tyRJNC3I/AAAAAAAAAcM/zajXX_qDSy0/s320/ultrasunds%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548062870074100594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TP6tyEUlqDI/AAAAAAAAAcE/X4es3tGC_8s/s1600/ultrasunds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TP6tyEUlqDI/AAAAAAAAAcE/X4es3tGC_8s/s320/ultrasunds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548062866632190002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went in to get my last ultrasound. Madison is so cute I do love to see her whenever I can. Jenni was able to go with me.  She is head down and she seems perfect. She has a FULL head of hair right now. The doctor actually measured it and its a half inch long so far. He was surprised that she had so much hair so early in the pregnancy. He tried to get a good 3d picture of her but she kept her head against the placenta so it was only a smushed picture of her. Its getting so close, I can count the weeks left on my fingers... I can actually see the end in sight. I like having her in me it feels so safe, I dont have to worry if shes cold or lonely I know that shes there and mine. &lt;div&gt;The baby shower is on Saturday and I'm very much looking forward to it. I'm excited to see everyone. It took so long to make all of this happen and now it finally happening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryans grandma is in the hospital. She has a blood clot in each lung and is in the icu at Salt Lake. They are going to try to break it up with medication. Its kind of a wait and see kind of thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-5207794074208261463?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5207794074208261463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=5207794074208261463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/5207794074208261463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/5207794074208261463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2010/12/32-weeks.html' title='32 weeks'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TP6tynfgtqI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Pe-wRndz0W0/s72-c/ultrasunds%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-3419252109174165002</id><published>2010-11-26T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T22:55:57.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well Thanksgiving week was a world full of fun at work. It was crazy busy and we got a lot more work. I was very happy to be off by ten on thanksgiving day. It was great to have John home for the little time that he was here for. He still has a bigger belly than me... he was pushing, me not so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TPCnHKxsFNI/AAAAAAAAAb0/BawLHU7IbXk/s320/DSCF9207.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544114882886767826" /&gt;This was the first black Friday in the history of ever that I didn't work it. I didn't really care one way or the other but Ryan thought it was be fun to do "mild" black Friday shopping. So we left the house at 8:30 (I told you it was mild) to go check it out. We went to a few different stores and I discovered that babies-r-us half off is wal-marts normal price... We got ourselves our first Christmas tree... It was fun to set it up, even though we wont be in Vegas for Christmas this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TPCnHf-lMlI/AAAAAAAAAb8/7JjA4wIfSjM/s1600/DSCF9219.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TPCnHf-lMlI/AAAAAAAAAb8/7JjA4wIfSjM/s1600/DSCF9219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TPCnHf-lMlI/AAAAAAAAAb8/7JjA4wIfSjM/s320/DSCF9219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544114888577987154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-3419252109174165002?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3419252109174165002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=3419252109174165002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/3419252109174165002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/3419252109174165002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TPCnHKxsFNI/AAAAAAAAAb0/BawLHU7IbXk/s72-c/DSCF9207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-4214094059716618283</id><published>2010-11-21T21:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T22:04:16.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TOoB0Ic5cTI/AAAAAAAAAbs/f9F9iPln3Sw/s1600/30%2Bweeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TOoB0Ic5cTI/AAAAAAAAAbs/f9F9iPln3Sw/s320/30%2Bweeks.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542244286566330674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;30 weeks so far I have been perfect. My feet hurt when I'm done with work but thats normal with everyone... I dont have heartburn, or leg cramps and I also have had zero braxton hicks contractions. I have had some rather vivid dreams lately... the other night I dreamed that my mom got another pet turkey and some more chickens and the chickens were sleeping on a box with kittens and one of them was pink... yeah that a quite a lot of zombie dreams... work has been interesting I just did an overnight this week. It was the easy, I actually finished two hours early working painfully slow then after trying to find stuff to do we left an hour early... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan and I had a family function at his aunts house... I do try to be social when I am there. Its actually a lot of fun talking to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am on season three and a half of gilmore girls... I am so happy to know someone who owns the show!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-4214094059716618283?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4214094059716618283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=4214094059716618283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/4214094059716618283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/4214094059716618283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-weeks.html' title='30 weeks'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TOoB0Ic5cTI/AAAAAAAAAbs/f9F9iPln3Sw/s72-c/30%2Bweeks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-3932382206279750445</id><published>2010-11-07T18:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T18:54:44.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>28 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TNdjKoTvFuI/AAAAAAAAAbk/W4fST_t8ES4/s1600/DSCF9189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TNdjKoTvFuI/AAAAAAAAAbk/W4fST_t8ES4/s320/DSCF9189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537003301145351906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I find it interesting that I'm "small" for seven months. most people freak out when I tell them how far along I am.  I was at church today and people looooove to come talk to us because we are "new"  and she said: &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm going to be a grandma soon! She's due in April! Is that when you are going to have your little one?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"No actually I'm due in January"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I loved the look I got from her like I was crazy... I get my sugar test tomorrow, I've kept my drink in the fridge for a while so I'm hoping that it wont taste too nasty. I also dont plan on drinking (anything but water) or eating before the test. I really have no desire to have to go back in for the four hour test.  We have set the day for my baby shower, its going to be December 11th at my moms house. Its going to be fun... It will be a few days after my 34 week check up. Oh time is flying and I dont like it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-3932382206279750445?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3932382206279750445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=3932382206279750445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/3932382206279750445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/3932382206279750445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2010/11/28-weeks.html' title='28 weeks'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TNdjKoTvFuI/AAAAAAAAAbk/W4fST_t8ES4/s72-c/DSCF9189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-2003364570034112027</id><published>2010-10-24T18:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T18:52:46.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26 weeks</title><content type='html'>So we have had a lot of issues with our car lately... literally. One day Ryan was driving home from work and the radiator blew up... yes I'm serious. Once we got ripped $650 for a brand new radiator he went to go get it smogged and oh yes it didn't pass smog. Someone disconnected the battery when they replaced the radiator and now the computer needed to be rest because it wouldn't complete a drive cycle. This happened the exact same time last year when we tried to smog... it cost us almost $700 to fix it that time. When Ryan went in to try to get it fixed to our luck they had no tecnitions. Ryan seriously thought about driving the car off a cliff or burning it the desert but instead he went online and we were approved for a car. Once I got home from work we went down to planet Nissan and we walked around and talked to our wonderful sales guy that had a sense of humor. We were going to buy a used car, but when they did the work up and looked at it it would have been crazy to buy a used one. They need to advertise how great they are, we dont have perfect credit, we dont have horrible credit either but thats not the point. Used car would have been 10% interest and the new one would be 1.9% with a lower per month payment. So we got the new car... it has 30 miles on it! I love it! It drives soooo smooth! So old car 22% interest (yes I had a credit card interest on my crappy crappy car) to a brand new safe car that we can bring Madison home and not worry. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TMTZZM4T33I/AAAAAAAAAbU/sDaahTbyrAI/s1600/DSCF9180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TMTZZM4T33I/AAAAAAAAAbU/sDaahTbyrAI/s320/DSCF9180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531785269295177586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TMTZYiVJG3I/AAAAAAAAAbM/jypB_ivAMuk/s1600/DSCF9178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TMTZYiVJG3I/AAAAAAAAAbM/jypB_ivAMuk/s320/DSCF9178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531785257873382258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TMTZYeU2-3I/AAAAAAAAAbE/S4JAdyioEag/s1600/26+weeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TMTZYeU2-3I/AAAAAAAAAbE/S4JAdyioEag/s320/26+weeks.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531785256798452594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the second trimester of pregnancy... it is a breeze. Its wonderful! I can still work fine, I am still movable... She likes to kick me but she's good while I'm at work... its very hard to concentrate when she is wiggly in there. I'm days away from the thrid trimester.... Less than a hundred days until I get to see her little face!!! We picked a day for my baby shower!!! Its going to be December 11th (Saturday) at 4pm  at my moms house... by the way I like monkeys and those giant flower headbands... hint hint hint I want those giant flower headbands. January is going to come sooner than I would like... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-2003364570034112027?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2003364570034112027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=2003364570034112027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2003364570034112027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2003364570034112027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2010/10/26-weeks.html' title='26 weeks'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TMTZZM4T33I/AAAAAAAAAbU/sDaahTbyrAI/s72-c/DSCF9180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-6259493331471987663</id><published>2010-10-04T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T11:38:30.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22/23 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TKodl-DOH6I/AAAAAAAAAa8/ctFbJIsYAYE/s1600/DSCF9165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524260431072206754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TKodl-DOH6I/AAAAAAAAAa8/ctFbJIsYAYE/s320/DSCF9165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;John came into town for the unlv / unr  football game. Ryan and I decided we weren't going to go because we don't wouldn't be able to last sitting in the bleachers for that long. John hadn't seen our apartment yet so he decided he would come over and see it. While he was here he decided to see who's stomach was bigger... I do believe he is beating me. His face is priceless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madison was going crazy last night. Ryan put his hand on my stomach to see if he could feel her moving around. He didn't feel anything for a minute and thought I was going crazy until she did a nice big thump for him. It freaked him out a little bit but it was just her letting him know shes in there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-6259493331471987663?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6259493331471987663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=6259493331471987663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/6259493331471987663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/6259493331471987663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2010/10/2223-weeks.html' title='22/23 weeks'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TKodl-DOH6I/AAAAAAAAAa8/ctFbJIsYAYE/s72-c/DSCF9165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-6392626313123454644</id><published>2010-09-30T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T14:22:41.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22 weeks</title><content type='html'>I went in to get another ultrasound today because she wouldn't sit still long enough for the last one. I made sure I ate nothing with sugar in it to help her be a little bit calm. during the ultrasound i found out something that makes me very happy! I found out that I'm not going to die!! Yippie! I found out that my placenta migrated to the top of my uterus so I'm not in risk of having a privia any more. She wouldn't show her heart last time and this time she wouldn't show her hands. she kept them under her her chin the entire time. when we tried to get her to move them she just starting to play with them it was kind of funny to watch. we got a really good look at her heart and the doctor said that she looks perfect. I go back in ten weeks December 7th (i know December!) just to make sure that shes growing the way that shes supposed to. for the time being she's head down but i seriously doubt that she'll stay that way for longer than ten minutes. she was trying to turn sideways on me yesterday which didn't feel that great. Right now she weighs 1 pound 2 ounces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522815382857981202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TKT7VF9QHRI/AAAAAAAAAak/zIvTY2TwXYE/s320/9-30+ultrasounds2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TKT7UzaXv0I/AAAAAAAAAac/zq34Q-jAFEc/s1600/9-30+ultrasounds1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522815377879842626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TKT7UzaXv0I/AAAAAAAAAac/zq34Q-jAFEc/s320/9-30+ultrasounds1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TKT7Uod5IMI/AAAAAAAAAaU/0RC9l_SXd5s/s1600/9-30+ultrasounds+0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522815374941823170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TKT7Uod5IMI/AAAAAAAAAaU/0RC9l_SXd5s/s320/9-30+ultrasounds+0012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TKT7UMSxieI/AAAAAAAAAaM/38k5leS4WH4/s1600/9-30+ultrasounds+0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522815367378995682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TKT7UMSxieI/AAAAAAAAAaM/38k5leS4WH4/s320/9-30+ultrasounds+0011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a big day! Ryan graduated from college! I was so proud of him! He worked so hard and all his work paid off! He's taking one quarter off then he's going to go back to get his next degree. Its so nice to have him work so hard for our little family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522817431961686018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TKT9MXdpUAI/AAAAAAAAAas/U5MNRsj0ge0/s320/DSCF9110.JPG" /&gt;Last week we went into the hospital to get Ryans Gallbladder removed. I know he's been a busy boy! He's doing great now! Its so nice to know that he isn't going to get sick in the middle of the night anymore. It also makes me very happy that we live when we do because all they had to do was put four little cuts in him to get it out. If he would have had it done years ago he might not have made it... or he would have just had to deal with it. Yippie for living in 2010! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522817435973349506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TKT9MmaGcII/AAAAAAAAAa0/oOPhjOVBPhw/s320/DSCF91631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-6392626313123454644?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6392626313123454644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=6392626313123454644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/6392626313123454644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/6392626313123454644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2010/09/22-weeks.html' title='22 weeks'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TKT7VF9QHRI/AAAAAAAAAak/zIvTY2TwXYE/s72-c/9-30+ultrasounds2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-9144137710500608505</id><published>2010-09-12T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T21:18:12.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 weeks</title><content type='html'>We had our 18 weeks ultrasound (yes I know I'm two weeks slow putting this up) we found out that we are going to be having a hyperactive little girl. The ultrasound tec was laughing because she said that she was the "most hyper" baby that she had ever seen. Yes that fact does scare me. She wouldn't sit still long enough to get a good look at her heart so I have to go back in two weeks and hopefully she will sit still long enough to get a good look at it. She is very hyper. She has taken to letting me know when SHE is hungry. I'm not always hungry when she lets me know she is hungry. She starts doing flips to let me know she wants me to eat. Now saying she's flipping is an understatement she just starts flipping and flipping for as long as it takes for me to eat something. It feels SO WEIRD! But I love it!!! Hyper hyper girl... I hope she gets it out of her system while shes in there... I love the shoes Ryan's mom got us... they are sooooo cute! They even have left and right on the sides of them. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TI2jliq3uLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/k7f_ns7gPqs/s1600/newest+ultrasounds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516244983955830962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TI2jliq3uLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/k7f_ns7gPqs/s320/newest+ultrasounds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TI2jk2MyZPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/nIoK1njXl9E/s1600/newest+ultrasounds+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516244972018492658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TI2jk2MyZPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/nIoK1njXl9E/s320/newest+ultrasounds+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TI2jkt-WN8I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/zKittEJE6oc/s1600/20+weekys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516244969810442178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TI2jkt-WN8I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/zKittEJE6oc/s320/20+weekys.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TI2jkMEnZEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/KbKr_42-riI/s1600/20+weeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516244960709928002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TI2jkMEnZEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/KbKr_42-riI/s320/20+weeks.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-9144137710500608505?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/9144137710500608505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=9144137710500608505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/9144137710500608505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/9144137710500608505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2010/09/20-weeks.html' title='20 weeks'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TI2jliq3uLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/k7f_ns7gPqs/s72-c/newest+ultrasounds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-5803481323970396220</id><published>2010-08-30T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T12:11:06.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 weeks</title><content type='html'>So this week has been fun... the next couple of weeks are going to be interesting. This week its my ultrasound, then next weeks going to be Ryan's graduation and then the weeks after that he gets his gallbladder removed... lots and lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling the baby move every once and a while not a constant thing. It went crazy the other day when I ate chicken wings. I came to the conclusion chicken wings makes it hyper... It still enjoys going into places that really aren't comfortable and then stays there for hours at a time... it tends to happen while I'm at work which makes work  oh so much more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about baby showers a lot now that I went to one... I was also had the thought that I'm going to buy a Halloween costume around October for the wee little size and then once the baby comes to take a picture of it... I'm sorry but a little dragon picture would be sooo cute!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-5803481323970396220?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5803481323970396220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=5803481323970396220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/5803481323970396220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/5803481323970396220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2010/08/17-weeks.html' title='17 weeks'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-4421140901230836742</id><published>2010-08-16T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T11:43:46.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16 weeks</title><content type='html'>I found out at my last doctors appointment that because my husband has md in the family I get to get my big ultrasound at 18 weeks to find out what we are having instead of 20 weeks like everyone else. I get my ultrasound on September 2nd which is a Thursday morning. I'm looking forward to it, but then again who wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been doing pretty good lately. I can certainly feel my uterus... there are times that I swear I feel a heel running down the lower part of me. Its weird... but then again I might be crazy but the book says I can feel movement this early so I could also be right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate bad soup Saturday night while I was working. Don't eat fresh and easy fresh clam chowder, ever since I've had some pretty annoying stomach issues. My stomach bloated pretty bad and puffed out, then there was the other fun stuff... So With my stomach protruding the most I've ever seen it I took my 16 week picture. My pants still mostly fit but I don't like the feeling of tight pants anymore, but strangely my work pants still fit fine... I think its because they sit so low on the hips so my stomach doesn't really get in the way. I don't know if my bloat will stay for good or if it will go away for a while... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that my pregnancy is going great. I'm full of energy, I'm not sick, and half the time if I'm not bending or trying to stand up from sitting I forget that I'm pregnant which is kind of weird lol... it took me three years and its a really nice time, it just seems to be going too fast!!! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506080065591197490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TGmGpa5sPzI/AAAAAAAAAZc/dcBlcXKvNEw/s320/16+weeks.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-4421140901230836742?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4421140901230836742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=4421140901230836742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/4421140901230836742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/4421140901230836742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2010/08/16-weeks.html' title='16 weeks'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TGmGpa5sPzI/AAAAAAAAAZc/dcBlcXKvNEw/s72-c/16+weeks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-1023502344713903650</id><published>2010-08-10T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T12:18:47.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday was a sad day. My mom got home from work yesterday and found Bella floating in the pool. She tried to save him and try to revive him but he was in there for a while. I feel so bad for my mom. She just jumped in fully dressed and tried to help him. I haven't heard my mom so upset in a very long time. He's tried to do this before but Keith found him before... you think he would have learned from the last time but I guess not. I think he was my shortest pet besides like fish... I only had him for a year and a half. Now Bella is in the backyard right next to Kaytee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-1023502344713903650?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1023502344713903650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=1023502344713903650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/1023502344713903650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/1023502344713903650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2010/08/bella.html' title='Bella'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-6215791433177353404</id><published>2010-07-20T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T12:43:24.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496072083848852770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TEX4cNnAdSI/AAAAAAAAAZU/dpdEv-vyCtY/s320/DSCF9072.JPG" /&gt;(yes very bad very unflattering picture when I was right off of work) Well I went into my 12 week check up yesterday. My blood pressure is down (it was a smidge high at 8 weeks) I found out my blood work is still perfect and I'm ab positive (I'm actually excited about this fact... I can get blood from everyone! It wont be an issue) I haven't gained weight from my last check up, and the five pounds I have gained is because I rediscovered how much I love ice cream. I have been craving things but I've discovered that if I have them then I wont become obsessed with them... like I did with raviolis for about six months. I'm excited that I'm out of the dreaded first trimester. I haven't gotten sick in about two weeks which makes me extremely happy. I'm not so tired anymore, still tired but I'm not going into comas for hours at a time and having my lovely husband sneaking pictures of me sleeping... in which case I feel asleep like this almost every day... glasses and all. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496072072914838786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TEX4bk4IpQI/AAAAAAAAAZM/eRQegxWZRog/s320/DSCF9061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do believe my next ultrasound is going to be my 20 week anatomical ultrasound. At that point we will be finding out what we are having. I always want to have another ultrasound. Its always neat to see whats going on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This pregnancy is going all too fast for me... its crazy I'm already one third of the way done! The next six months better go slower or else I might go crazy....  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-6215791433177353404?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6215791433177353404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=6215791433177353404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/6215791433177353404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/6215791433177353404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2010/07/12-weeks.html' title='12 weeks'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TEX4cNnAdSI/AAAAAAAAAZU/dpdEv-vyCtY/s72-c/DSCF9072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-2707456747060940171</id><published>2010-06-21T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T11:27:06.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Bischoff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TB-ufUn9IFI/AAAAAAAAAZE/xHC-UcGsPRA/s1600/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TB-ufUn9IFI/AAAAAAAAAZE/xHC-UcGsPRA/s320/baby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485294724296024146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it took us three years, a LOT of tests (a lot of which really weren't that pleasant and made it so I couldn't walk for a few days) and a lot of stupid questions of little old women in my ward but I would officially like to announce that Ryan and I are pregnant. 8 weeks to be exact and I cant believe I didn't blab it over the entire Internet the first day I found out. I am due January 30th so it could go on either Ryan's birthday January 21st or my birthday February 2nd... I'm just glad I'm not going to be big and pregnant in the middle of summer. I'm sick... All the time. I've known since the week the child was created that I was pregnant because I could SMELL everything and thus made me sick. I'm trying different things to try to help but its something I just have to stick through. Work is hard because working in between three nursing homes every one smells like nasty B.o ... Lets hope for every ones sake that the world keeps going in a happy place and the sickness will be over soon!!! I'm a little worried about my knees hurting towards the end but I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. I'm not moody, but I do like weird food at this point and become fixated on it... like last Friday all I wanted was Grandma's chicken noodle soup and flaming hot Cheetos... life is great!!! Ryan has a job and will be graduating come September&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-2707456747060940171?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2707456747060940171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=2707456747060940171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2707456747060940171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2707456747060940171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2010/06/baby-bischoff.html' title='Baby Bischoff'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/TB-ufUn9IFI/AAAAAAAAAZE/xHC-UcGsPRA/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-1829507605069276236</id><published>2010-05-30T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T17:43:43.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>I will actually start blogging here very soon... I actually have stuff people might want to read about but I haven't found a good way to compile it all... Give me a month or so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-1829507605069276236?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1829507605069276236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=1829507605069276236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/1829507605069276236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/1829507605069276236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2010/05/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-8494359595706057319</id><published>2009-10-26T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:26:15.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Family</title><content type='html'>Yes I know I'm a very slow blogger. Ryan and I had a very sad trip to Utah a few weeks ago. My cousin Jeffery's baby died of sids. As soon as Ryan and I found out we rearranged our schedules and drove to Utah. We stayed with my cousin Jeremy, his wonderful wife Nichole, and fabulous child Owenater!!! I love staying with them. Hotel Hamilton has a fabulous safari room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral was like something I had ever been to. Baby funerals are extremely sad. I am grateful that I have the church in our lives to know that familys can be together forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ossl6xd0OQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ossl6xd0OQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SuYHq73EmtI/AAAAAAAAAYk/_571LESNbMA/s1600-h/00014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SuYHq73EmtI/AAAAAAAAAYk/_571LESNbMA/s320/00014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397009637654698706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SuYHqYMkDWI/AAAAAAAAAYc/J8GqSOFzn3I/s1600-h/00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SuYHqYMkDWI/AAAAAAAAAYc/J8GqSOFzn3I/s320/00011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397009628081163618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a blast with Owen. Ryan and him seemed like they had a lot of fun together. Yes I snuck a picture of them bumping hands in the back seat of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SuYHrJDekDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/6lx36YnhmF0/s1600-h/00017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SuYHrJDekDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/6lx36YnhmF0/s320/00017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397009641196392498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stopped by Nichole's Grandmas house to see gobble the turkey and Rambo the sheep. Must admit I've never seen a sheep so close before... They kinda smell but yet are cute at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SuYHrbxm0hI/AAAAAAAAAY0/IXIY9x277i4/s1600-h/00018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SuYHrbxm0hI/AAAAAAAAAY0/IXIY9x277i4/s320/00018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397009646221709842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan and I felt like we needed to help in some way. So he went with Jer with my Uncle David and helped them move my cousins apartment. So we crawled under my cousins Jer's house and stacked everything up. If it helps it helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SuYHr59AAfI/AAAAAAAAAY8/EUKI52_TT2M/s1600-h/00020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SuYHr59AAfI/AAAAAAAAAY8/EUKI52_TT2M/s320/00020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397009654322561522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan and I are very looking forward to the holidays. We are going to Ely for thanksgiving. I'm very much looking forward to taking the whole week off. Ryan and I need to find a way to go to Utah more often. Its nice to be around family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-8494359595706057319?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8494359595706057319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=8494359595706057319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/8494359595706057319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/8494359595706057319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2009/10/forever-family.html' title='Forever Family'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SuYHq73EmtI/AAAAAAAAAYk/_571LESNbMA/s72-c/00014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-4980404504393191938</id><published>2009-10-07T16:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T16:35:02.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad News</title><content type='html'>I found out today that my Cousin Jeffery's baby died last night. His name is Riley. He was the cutest little baby. It hit me so hard today. I found out and I just started crying. If you know me thats a big thing. I didn't even cry when I found out that my Grandpas died. Please keep them in your prayers. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://jeffandkelli.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jeffandkelli.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-4980404504393191938?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4980404504393191938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=4980404504393191938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/4980404504393191938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/4980404504393191938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2009/10/sad-news.html' title='Sad News'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-9065181254041686557</id><published>2009-07-18T21:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:59:48.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw this and I thought it was cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://loritruman.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-live-in-world-where.html"&gt;http://loritruman.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-live-in-world-where.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-9065181254041686557?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/9065181254041686557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=9065181254041686557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/9065181254041686557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/9065181254041686557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-saw-this-and-i-thought-it-was-cool.html' title='I saw this and I thought it was cool'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-250889362211266616</id><published>2009-07-09T12:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:32:54.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yw and some 4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SlZOFSqdsBI/AAAAAAAAAYU/0EwP9eQ4g20/s1600-h/100_0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356554659620040722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SlZOFSqdsBI/AAAAAAAAAYU/0EwP9eQ4g20/s320/100_0909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being in young women's I must admit is very entertaining. I know I'm in this calling for a reason. They are ... energetic. This is Autumn and Taylor slip and sliding... They are crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356546011501384818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SlZGN56TVHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/izwh0zPeljE/s320/100_0913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I Believe Ryan's favorite holiday is the 4th of July. He gets all giddy and excited. We always go down to the valley of fire and grab us some illegal fireworks... not that bad just some bottle rockets. We also get normal fireworks like fountains a little tanks so that we can have tank fights.Bella seemed to enjoy them too &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356546014340089586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SlZGOEfGhvI/AAAAAAAAAX8/jq4CQvDFdP4/s320/100_0914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We set up some yard chairs by the side of the road. Jen and my mom came with and we watched the show.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356546025457045106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SlZGOt5lznI/AAAAAAAAAYE/FNIaDMdteQU/s320/100_0919.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We are lucky the neighbors forked out a couple hundred dollars more on fireworks than we did. They had some big mortars going off. It was fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356546026976001234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SlZGOzjvPNI/AAAAAAAAAYM/aO3KOmTQ_Ro/s320/100_0925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls camp is the last week of July. I am going to completely be a princess. I am going to have my own tent. I'm really not a camping princess but I need my privacy and as a leader I have the ability to do such a thing. I have a feeling though that if there is a fight among the girls in camp I'm going to have a little someone extra in my tent with me. I hope not though&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-250889362211266616?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/250889362211266616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=250889362211266616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/250889362211266616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/250889362211266616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2009/07/yw-and-some-4th-of-july.html' title='yw and some 4th of July'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SlZOFSqdsBI/AAAAAAAAAYU/0EwP9eQ4g20/s72-c/100_0909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-6294248635220801200</id><published>2009-05-04T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:37:26.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my mark</title><content type='html'>so I have decided that i'm going to leave my mark on everything I do for young womens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332147521798518146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/Sf-X647HtYI/AAAAAAAAAWk/D7HTHyaV3so/s200/squirrel.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it will be cute! I was originally going to use this, but I thought they would take it the wrong way&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332147515565561634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/Sf-X6htEVyI/AAAAAAAAAWc/JalNoNpV14M/s200/moo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-6294248635220801200?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6294248635220801200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=6294248635220801200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/6294248635220801200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/6294248635220801200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-mark.html' title='my mark'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/Sf-X647HtYI/AAAAAAAAAWk/D7HTHyaV3so/s72-c/squirrel.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-5233422125047983907</id><published>2009-04-27T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:39:06.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm slow, I know, but I have to admit my life has been rather boring. But I have a few things to update on. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing is I got released from teaching the 12 and 13 year olds with Ryan. He now is left alone to the wolves. Well I can't really say that I will probably still go into the class with him to help with the squirrels known as the class. I got a new calling though. I got called as the Young Women's secretary... yes, I have a big girl calling. Its rather strange to think that only four years ago I was in young womens and now I'm a leader. They gave me this rather big binder and it kind of scares me. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do yet but I'm sure I will get the hang of it. But I have to admit I'm OH SO EXCITED for girls camp!!! My only worry about girls camp is my knees... but I'm sure they will give me rides in the golf cart when I need them. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329479882637444018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SfYdt2oyA7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/jlR7dBInQeY/s320/100_0871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ryan has taken over the lawn care for the front yard. He has taken over mowing, edging, and he's doing a great job! I have been helping (a very little help but still a help) we picked out four new rose bushes and my mom brought home one. We ended up only keeping three of the "old" rose bushes, and completely digging out two of the old ones. I completely pruned the red one down to almost nothing, and we all know the pink one is a beast and you just let it be. My mom also got two new strawberry plants, and three new tomato plants. We are perplexed at the moment. We think the dog next door attacked a passing pillow because there are feathers all over the place, even the the garage. Ryan thinks it was a dead/live pigeon but if it was a pigeon it would have had to have been two because there is A LOT of feathers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329479890988078418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SfYduVvulVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/4Hbp_jZ3BMk/s320/100_0859.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329479889911348050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SfYduRvA-1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/Pt0AMXnCtqA/s320/100_0858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329479904148092210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SfYdvGxUdTI/AAAAAAAAAUk/StZAxt6PUGw/s320/100_0861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329480489061193810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SfYeRJveGFI/AAAAAAAAAVE/aB5Vu4qxX5Q/s320/100_0863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329479898492390018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SfYduxs5SoI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ATqQ_U0HYKY/s320/100_0860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329480492450552834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SfYeRWXjnAI/AAAAAAAAAVM/MHW0hlhFG3I/s320/100_0866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Keith is going out of town for about a month, so we get a new rabbit in the back yard. Boo has come to stay with us. His nails were way too long so I gave him a mani and a pedi. He will stay on his back and Bella wont... but he's wilder if that makes an sense. Depending on what sex they are I will fix them but I think they are both boys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329481138565749810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SfYe29VbHDI/AAAAAAAAAVs/JaAmrGcrbrU/s320/0427091312b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329481141809834802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SfYe3Ja36zI/AAAAAAAAAV0/R-Qw-T43H-s/s320/0425091957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329481138261402450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SfYe28M3I1I/AAAAAAAAAVk/UWw_ow6LVz8/s320/100_0869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329481134973626530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SfYe2v8_qKI/AAAAAAAAAVc/YVLE_ILg-l8/s320/100_0870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329481128609429682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SfYe2YPpuLI/AAAAAAAAAVU/VPJFAkGOR8w/s320/100_0868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The other animals are doing good. Molly is still fat and grey. I think she has allergies and wont live that much longer. Patches (who will be 18 the 16th of may) is still cute and perky. I thought I would catch this for you all. He likes getting water out of my moms sink. He will lead you to it so you will fill it up for him. Its ok he's cute and we love him.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329480479693121234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SfYeQm18ptI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ko3ATU5LpqM/s320/100_0862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329480479779385890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SfYeQnKg8iI/AAAAAAAAAU0/4M04UkMXcXk/s320/100_0865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329480485644279058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SfYeQ9A0HRI/AAAAAAAAAU8/RI7V-Y8fHgQ/s320/100_0864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-5233422125047983907?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5233422125047983907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=5233422125047983907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/5233422125047983907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/5233422125047983907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-time-no-update.html' title='Long time no update...'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SfYdt2oyA7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/jlR7dBInQeY/s72-c/100_0871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-6543718114588571447</id><published>2009-03-10T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:11:40.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years</title><content type='html'>Well let me start off by saying Happy Valentines day everyone! I'm slow we know this fact and we will probably get over it. Well on my Valentines day I came home from my hair appointment to find this.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311761894257943778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SbcrTMazZOI/AAAAAAAAASE/YG2EwSqecL4/s320/0214091738a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311761896732102386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SbcrTVosDvI/AAAAAAAAASM/FVY1eknPB0Q/s320/0214091738b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had gotten roses on my car, my room attacked with balloons. It was so great! Ryan my lovely man also got me a necklace which was beautiful!!! I love him for his cute planning and scheming! Bella even liked playing with the balloons too!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311795072119936290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SbdJeZlhFSI/AAAAAAAAAT8/YB1Yx-yxpko/s320/0215091225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Well second off let me say Happy two year anniversary to us! Two years? Hasn't time flown by so fast? Well we had this planned for a while now and it was a blast! Its good to know that I can still be a kid with my husband! To start off our day we went to the Adventure dome! I was very disappointed the water ride was closed... but it was still fun!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311763317276762306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SbcsmBk7YMI/AAAAAAAAATE/Hsja7wnSbjY/s320/100_0771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311763310384655394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/Sbcsln5uLCI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Le49ks54-OA/s320/100_0762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311763314668566338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/Sbcsl33Fd0I/AAAAAAAAAS8/vCr0LWpK_wM/s320/100_0764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I deem bumper cars is always a favorite of people. You can school little kids and ram them into the wall... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;The next place we wondered off to was the shark reef. They had some of the coolest animals there! This is a very sleepy alligator... We noticed a lot of the animals seemed to want to take a nap and not really dance around too much.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311763309484190818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SbcslkjCLGI/AAAAAAAAASs/y9pL2bm5eJE/s320/100_0775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;You got to pet some of the sting rays.... they are sooo cute! and soft... They feel like dolphins, if you have ever felt a dolphin&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311763328818941330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SbcsmskzDZI/AAAAAAAAATM/PryGej9afwg/s320/100_0813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Once we were done playing with sting rays and looking at sharks we checked into our room at the Mandalay bay. We &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt; our room! it was amazing! We were pretty high up, we were on floor 28. We then went to the tournament of kings for dinner! That was an amazing show! So interactive! You cheered for your knight and they rode horses around... It was just so cool! I would do it again in a heart beat! They fun part is you ate the dinner with your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311767409916665410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SbcwUP2UXkI/AAAAAAAAATU/Wk64rvdCCHI/s320/100_0819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next bright and balmy morning we went to body's. That was an amazing thing to see. I found it funny how they showed you smokers lungs next to healthy lungs. Right next to it was a bin for your cigarettes and it was quite full. Its amazing how they had the body's displayed. After body's we hopped on the monorail and went down to the wax museum. Its always a blast to go in there! For some reason it was quite busy at noon on a Monday... either way it was rather fun!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311767416123966562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SbcwUm-QRGI/AAAAAAAAATs/6z3N3ohrzQc/s320/100_0847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SbcwUdHNOjI/AAAAAAAAATc/TAqTK5R1NWM/s1600-h/100_0842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311767413477161522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SbcwUdHNOjI/AAAAAAAAATc/TAqTK5R1NWM/s320/100_0842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the loot we took away from the whole experience. Ryan won me a monkey and I won the lizard. The T-rex biter wand thing is Ryan's... I think he might bite Molly more than once with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311767409979001218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SbcwUQFLiYI/AAAAAAAAATk/7jCW_cCPuD4/s320/100_0853.JPG" border="0" /&gt; After the events of the day we went home. We decided to go to target for some reason and I did my normal thing of leaving random figurines around the store in places where you would have to notice and know it was left there on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SbcrTsdodBI/AAAAAAAAASk/jFaCCGjCAZg/s1600-h/0310091829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311761902859744274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SbcrTsdodBI/AAAAAAAAASk/jFaCCGjCAZg/s320/0310091829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Updates... Patches decided he wanted to help make the bed... Well he didn't really help that much... Where's Patches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SbcrTpJQ-fI/AAAAAAAAASc/i7QyEbMNjcg/s1600-h/0307091924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311761901969013234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SbcrTpJQ-fI/AAAAAAAAASc/i7QyEbMNjcg/s320/0307091924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bellas getting so big! I have taken to giving her baths every once and a while... I'm not sure if she likes them or not... either way she's getting them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SbcrTf6IG3I/AAAAAAAAASU/3s4Ycwulj-w/s1600-h/0224091623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311761899489598322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SbcrTf6IG3I/AAAAAAAAASU/3s4Ycwulj-w/s320/0224091623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311767420345437490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SbcwU2suzTI/AAAAAAAAAT0/O5Ii_6swq-8/s320/100_0851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that I will say good night! and good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-6543718114588571447?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6543718114588571447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=6543718114588571447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/6543718114588571447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/6543718114588571447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-years.html' title='2 years'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SbcrTMazZOI/AAAAAAAAASE/YG2EwSqecL4/s72-c/0214091738a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-5424475361587191013</id><published>2009-02-06T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:03:05.700-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growl'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday to me</title><content type='html'>So I'm sorry... I don't update this thing very often... I really need to do better with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we had a birthday... OK a couple of birthdays. On January 21st we had a Ryan birthday. He is now... gasp 24! For some reason he does not like his birthday at all. He has had a complex and for some reason he has been like this since he turned 22. Because we all know 25 is half way to 50 and that is just horrible! lol! I turned a whole whopping 22 on ground hogs day. I got the worlds best birthday present ever... I got a new baby bunny from my moms boyfriend. I named her Bella... Yes Bella. I think I'm going to do to her as to what I did for Kaytee(my first rabbit I had back when I was like in the 5th grade), if she turns out to be a boy she will probably always be Bella to me I don't know if I will ever be able to call her Edward. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300630697074225298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SY-fiPij8JI/AAAAAAAAARc/juhIzGm9JqM/s320/0202092108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300630699844283618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SY-fiZ2_rOI/AAAAAAAAARk/_aHDJcfdeHM/s320/0202092059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300630709855532306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SY-fi_J3NRI/AAAAAAAAAR0/sdKT-pNmKLA/s320/101_0704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300630702444700018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SY-fiji-4XI/AAAAAAAAARs/L6-pQjeQEvI/s320/101_0698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;For some reason Patches never has problems with new animals. The most he does is watch them carefully, he never bites or tries unless they try to play too roughly with him. Molly on the other hand... Theres reasons why there are no pictures of Molly with Bella. Molly isn't very nice. I probably wont let them play together until Bella is much bigger. Bella wont get bigger than Patches. I discovered that you can use a thing of yarn as a harness and she does very well on the front yard. Its too cold for her to stay outside for now so for the times being she is in a five gallon tub in the kitchen with her little house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Work is ... going I guess. We have a new manager that started last week. He is very interesting, you can tell he is used to working at a store that does MUCH more business so he has made a very boring week for me with nothing to do. People have taken to playing around with me and my request for days off forms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300630707000357570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SY-fi0hIssI/AAAAAAAAAR8/T3GLs4T-pVc/s320/0103091759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I have taken to going to my friends house on Wednesday nights once I get off of work. It is a time in my week that I very look forward to. I mean all we do is sit around and talk while her 14 month plays. We play board games too! Its just plain nice to sit and talk to someone I truly care about and just have a nice night while the husbands are out at school or work. Its one of those effortless friendships that tend to just flow in perfect harmony.I know its a time in my life where I will always  look back on and smile. Plus sometimes you just need girl time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a girl day with the girls that we used to be in the same ward together growing up. I still think I surprise them with some of the things I say. I must admit I'm not shy around people and I say whatever is on my mind, I don't mind if it makes you blush. I love being around these people because they have stuck through with me through thick and thin and my crazy "I'm loosing my mind" self that tends to happen every once in a while with me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-5424475361587191013?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5424475361587191013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=5424475361587191013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/5424475361587191013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/5424475361587191013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy birthday to me'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SY-fiPij8JI/AAAAAAAAARc/juhIzGm9JqM/s72-c/0202092108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-2553153269775024783</id><published>2009-01-19T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:03:07.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>How do you make yourself be nice to some you have ... loathed since you were 15 (at the very latest age it was probably like 13 to 14) I don't want to say hate because I don't want her to spontaneously combust but if I had the opportunity to I would probably hit her with my car. Lets just say she was the worlds worst young woman's leader... period. She offended me to the core and it doesn't help that she has the perfect personality that its like nails on a chalk board for me. Cant stand her. Well this horrid woman keeps apologizing to me, at this point I believe I'm at three with in a few years span of time. I don't even like looking at her... when ever she is teaching relief society I pretend I am anywhere else. I believe pulling teeth is a good past time to think about just to pretend I'm not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do I pretend like I can tolerate that person so she doesn't feel like I'm trying to murder her with my eyes. It doesn't help much I feel five years old the whole time. I've tried thinking that she's a child of god and all of that nonsense how do I pretend that I don't want her to have some horrible thing happen to her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-2553153269775024783?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2553153269775024783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=2553153269775024783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2553153269775024783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2553153269775024783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2009/01/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-7221048025799890237</id><published>2009-01-18T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:09:18.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Abby</title><content type='html'>Well tomorrows Abby's birthday so tonight we went over to Ken and Alicia's house to help celebrate with dinner (which was really good by the way). It was nice to see Uncle Rick. I wish I lived in the same city as him (as long as it isn't Reno because we all know how much I do not like Reno... at all) Well Abby is the cutest thing ever. She would try to blow out her candles but couldn't quite do it. When Alicia helped her out she got so scared of the smoke. When Ken wanted to have them relite for a picture she freaked out and started to cry... I love going over there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bored again and made my friend another movie for her 21st birthday. Call it bored. You don't have to watch it I'm putting it in here so I can find it more easily later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="381"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k3RX7iKIKAexyUUV02&amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k3RX7iKIKAexyUUV02&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="381" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x82r6u_jessica0001_people"&gt;Jessica_0001&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/ncsvnteen"&gt;ncsvnteen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm sick of Obama mania already. I mean seriously I was sick of him two years ago. I think I'm going to be stuck hearing about him for a while but its like its going to be like they are going to make a national month just for this guy. Done already... So done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an obsession lately. I keep looking up people I went to school like forever ago and wanting to see what people are up to. I get angry when I can find them easily. There is a family in my ward that I've been looking for for months and cant find them anywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad came over to my house today and anded me an envelope. It has a whole bunch of family history in it. Its really interesting. It goes back to like the 1400's. Its a huge thing... But I have no idea how to like do anything with it. I know I'm supposed to do family history and I really need to do it but I have no idea how to do it... I did notice a scandal on it though when looking through some of the dates. Some of them had a baby out of wedlock then got married a year later... Just something interesting... saying it happened in 1600's Massachusetts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-7221048025799890237?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7221048025799890237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=7221048025799890237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/7221048025799890237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/7221048025799890237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-to-abby.html' title='Happy Birthday to Abby'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-9199351884633951602</id><published>2009-01-12T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:01:21.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain obvious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well I am going to have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;captain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;obvious&lt;/span&gt; moment for the time being. My family is being very blessed. (no this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; me making an announcement so please get that thought out of your head)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290465233247539762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SWuCGXxGEjI/AAAAAAAAARI/o1r3xfVNBq0/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are five &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;baby's&lt;/span&gt; that have either just arrived in this world or on the way in my family. Katrina, and Kara just had their children with in the last two weeks. There are also three more on the way unless people are not coming out that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know about. So with in the next six months (I'm guessing on the time line for these ones) We have Meagan, Alicia, and Kelli that are pregnant. I just feel blessed that our family is growing so strong! Who would have thought over fifty almost sixty years ago when my grandparents got married our family would be as large as it is. I'm not ever sure how large the family is right now, it has to be AT least fifty strong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess this is a good time to say this and to make people STOP looking at me and asking me questions. Ryan and I made the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;logical&lt;/span&gt; choice to WAIT until September of 2010 to start trying for a baby. This is the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;logical&lt;/span&gt; choice for us. This way he will be done with school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;having&lt;/span&gt; a great job and I can quit my job and we can not have to worry about the money part of it. So I'm asking nicely please &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;stopping&lt;/span&gt; giving us those looks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm discovering I'm getting very bored lately. I get so bored I even stop reading because well I have gotten to the point of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;boredom&lt;/span&gt; before hand that I cant sit still enough to read because I just WANT to do something. I'm going to remake a movie for my friend today because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;HHAAEEYY&lt;/span&gt;  I'm bored... I kind of want to make a blanket because I'm bored... I got bored in church yesterday (relief society had a very not good teacher) so  I had yarn from an object &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lesson&lt;/span&gt; and I was trying to crochet in class with a yarn needle. It worked I made a nice little square but that shows my on going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;boredom&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My newest love is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cheesy&lt;/span&gt; corn. One can of corn covered and layer in cheese. It makes me very very happy. Its quick, its easy, and it combines my two loves :cheese and corn. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess we will see how the rest of this year will go. Hopefully it will be calm and quick!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-9199351884633951602?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/9199351884633951602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=9199351884633951602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/9199351884633951602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/9199351884633951602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2009/01/captain-obvious.html' title='Captain obvious'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SWuCGXxGEjI/AAAAAAAAARI/o1r3xfVNBq0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-4070193537822406122</id><published>2009-01-02T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:03:58.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apply New Deers!</title><content type='html'>So how did Ryan and I spend New years? I think we are going to do this every year for now on.. We did not stay up. We did absolutely nothing. I think we were in bed by eleven and I loved it! Why should we do anything stupid with the rest of Las Vegas? Well that is life at the moment. We loved Ely for Christmas. It gets freakin cold there!!! It was -14 there one night!!! I am just completely looking forward to moving there. All we have to do is making it through this year... Only a year and a half left and we can get out of this place already!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-4070193537822406122?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4070193537822406122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=4070193537822406122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/4070193537822406122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/4070193537822406122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2009/01/apply-new-deers.html' title='Apply New Deers!'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-7260343113239606026</id><published>2008-12-26T09:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T09:42:37.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas from Ely</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I have to admit I had a first this Christmas. Ryan and I got stuck in a blizzard on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mountain&lt;/span&gt; pass. It was very interesting... I have never actually seen a blizzard before. We must love my desert rat self... Here are some pictures once we got back to the house and it was still snowing... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284151972308163122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SVUUOOCbmjI/AAAAAAAAAQI/oQ4ry5I3w2w/s320/101_0641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284151959868238754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SVUUNfsha6I/AAAAAAAAAP4/7am5b1BUBbc/s320/101_0639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Path from the car to the house...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284151967377295154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SVUUN7q0hzI/AAAAAAAAAQA/nF4RMhF8-wU/s320/101_0640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh Christmas tree oh Christmas tree&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284151973194267794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SVUUORVsfJI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/rrOWhxG7xsM/s320/101_0642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284151979327878434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SVUUOoMD9SI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xz_oyvjaGQY/s320/101_0643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Can you see the stop sign?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284152957124565522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SVUVHiw9WhI/AAAAAAAAAQg/qlF3f7nv0Ug/s320/101_0644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sunflowers&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284152960872084146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SVUVHwub8rI/AAAAAAAAAQo/dA788fb1tT0/s320/101_0645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284152974793626354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SVUVIkll0vI/AAAAAAAAAQw/duHodT1NoJk/s320/101_0646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;You can loose the car easily&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284152989490385730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SVUVJbVkk0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/f6hKNWZHhJc/s320/101_0648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The trees are lost&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284152993630956018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SVUVJqwwqfI/AAAAAAAAARA/5e3eXViLr7E/s320/101_0652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-7260343113239606026?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7260343113239606026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=7260343113239606026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/7260343113239606026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/7260343113239606026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-from-ely.html' title='Merry Christmas from Ely'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SVUUOOCbmjI/AAAAAAAAAQI/oQ4ry5I3w2w/s72-c/101_0641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-4738539795516528418</id><published>2008-12-17T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T21:39:49.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once there was a snowman snowman snowman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SUnhk3850XI/AAAAAAAAAPw/03FfKYAgRN0/s1600-h/101_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281000061679554930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SUnhk3850XI/AAAAAAAAAPw/03FfKYAgRN0/s320/101_0636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SUnhkt9ZmzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/m-on0u8dB58/s1600-h/101_0629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281000058997283634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SUnhkt9ZmzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/m-on0u8dB58/s320/101_0629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Say hello to my Freah and Easy Snowman!!! He is 4 feet tall!!! Ryan was a HUGE help making him!!! Its coming down pretty hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-4738539795516528418?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4738539795516528418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=4738539795516528418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/4738539795516528418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/4738539795516528418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/12/once-there-was-snowman-snowman-snowman.html' title='Once there was a snowman snowman snowman...'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SUnhk3850XI/AAAAAAAAAPw/03FfKYAgRN0/s72-c/101_0636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-2650661979007898469</id><published>2008-12-17T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:36:18.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another snow day!!!! It snowed again today!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-769c53e6f4828c3a" 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://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D769c53e6f4828c3a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331518730%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D43B0DA127F2CCD07FF7C122FF4982EE741F68729.63BA556D2F70108C0E3D3125C0ED71B28C54B346%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D769c53e6f4828c3a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpYZ_qTHm-DNipGgPXTLLpnxRt-8&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://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D769c53e6f4828c3a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331518730%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D43B0DA127F2CCD07FF7C122FF4982EE741F68729.63BA556D2F70108C0E3D3125C0ED71B28C54B346%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D769c53e6f4828c3a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpYZ_qTHm-DNipGgPXTLLpnxRt-8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280937308606660194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SUmogKibfmI/AAAAAAAAAPI/AdqWpssLC_Y/s320/101_0601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280937310121192914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SUmogQLhbdI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/kYhXO9SoKvA/s320/101_0606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280937326569140674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SUmohNdBMcI/AAAAAAAAAPg/zQIS3yCwNd4/s320/101_0604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280937315543624898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SUmogkYVLMI/AAAAAAAAAPY/C5od08SsNDU/s320/101_0609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-2650661979007898469?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=769c53e6f4828c3a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2650661979007898469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=2650661979007898469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2650661979007898469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2650661979007898469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-snow-day-it-snowed-again-today.html' title='Another snow day!!!! It snowed again today!!!'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SUmogKibfmI/AAAAAAAAAPI/AdqWpssLC_Y/s72-c/101_0601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-4249834060974717156</id><published>2008-12-15T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T17:40:59.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here is how my lovely has been doing. For a week now Ryan has been sick. Congestion and just lots of mucus (gallons of it) Well come Wednesday Ryan decided it was necessary to pass it along to me... So for this week I have been cough cough cough... its annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan and I have officially gotten a calling and thank god it wasn't nursery or primary!!! I think someone knew I would probably hate them for the rest of their lives and children would be in danger of me kicking them. Well we got called to teach the 12-13 year old class. I can handle that at least, I mean I was some of their volleyball coach. They are a bunch of squirrels. I think I might need to bring duck tape because they are quite um talkative...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news we are one person away from being completely done with Christmas shopping... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other other news I have BIG NEWS!!!! IT SNOWED IN VEGAS TODAY!!!! I even go into a snow ball fight with Jenni and Kha! Oh it was fun!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280192643948495394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SUcDO-guQiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/v8qmhKYg1o4/s320/101_0590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280192962321152674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SUcDhgireqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/4gppT5Uxz-I/s320/101_0591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280192947427721890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SUcDgpDzwqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/5bWvJf3-Kxs/s320/101_0587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Molly decided that she didn't want to go into the back yard...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280192957081340898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SUcDhNBaS-I/AAAAAAAAAOw/fz97CU8csx4/s320/101_0586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280192663392000226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SUcDQG8amOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Jo2g7FEl66Y/s320/101_0597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;For some reason she demanded to go on a walk... don't ask me why. About half way through she decided she was cold and wouldn't walk anymore...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280192648533246786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SUcDPPl0A0I/AAAAAAAAAOI/FqAo8nh65GA/s320/101_0593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280192666527288466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SUcDQSn7TJI/AAAAAAAAAOg/zjEwBw83Z9s/s320/101_0595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280192651875889570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SUcDPcCwsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Pwf9xBpvFh8/s320/101_0596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Snowball with an ornament from the outside tree... The heater on the house has officially been turned on... now the house is 68 degrees. If it were any warmer I would probably be annoyed. It has been a nice 60 degrees in the house every morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need a book to listen to on the way up to Ely... suggestions?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-4249834060974717156?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4249834060974717156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=4249834060974717156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/4249834060974717156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/4249834060974717156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/12/well.html' title='Well..'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SUcDO-guQiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/v8qmhKYg1o4/s72-c/101_0590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-4420833081438965741</id><published>2008-12-01T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:55:39.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>er?</title><content type='html'>So I'm happy people are goobers. I like driving home and seeing houses decked out in lights. I think I surprised some people at work because I was singing along with the Christmas songs. It's December 1st its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;allowed&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I got off work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;early because&lt;/span&gt; now I can try to wind down and hope I will fall asleep before one... But my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sciatic&lt;/span&gt; nerve is killing me so I doubt I will be falling asleep anytime soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-4420833081438965741?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4420833081438965741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=4420833081438965741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/4420833081438965741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/4420833081438965741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/12/er.html' title='er?'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-2739932657068509007</id><published>2008-11-30T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:59:18.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>So my thanksgiving wasn't necessarily the *BEST* Thanksgiving on record for me due to the weather. On Wednesday it started to rain which meant headache... Everyone in my family gets headaches if the wind changes directions. It was nice to have Cathy, Rob and Hedi here. So going into the holiday itself wasn't necessarily the greatest but I got to see John!!! I love it when Johns home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think everyone feels the same way that I do about about Christmas. I truly think that there's a time and place for Christmas in general. December 1st I'm the first in line for it. But let another holiday finish before you bum rush it in. I will listen to it right now with out wincing. Pre-December it does the same thing to me like 70's music... it gives me a headache for more than three songs in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Cadbury... huge really isn't a big enough word for it. We are still eating on him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day of I got a massive MASSIVE headache. I had to go lie down for a good hour before I could even function for a while. I played rummy with Ryan (while holding my head up because it felt like my head was imploding... mind you this was 7 pain killers later) I'm really cute when I cheat... Sorry I will cheat playing cards but when I'm seeing double I think I'm allowed to cheat. After a while of that we brought out apples to apples and everyone played apples to apples until we had gone though every single card in the entire deck. That is a fun game....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Friday.... err Friday sucked. I got a call at on 2 AM!!!! I went into work because some freaking idiot decided to hit a pole and get live electrical lines to lie in the street. Yeah so I was at work on Friday from 2am to 1:30pm. Let me tell you its a scary thought to think of having to waste out everything refrigerated. Thank goodness that our store holds cold fabulous and keeps energy long enough to not loose everything. We finally got real power back to the store right while I was leaving the store...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way in case you wanted to know the window to my bedroom is always open. The window at the front of the house... so I can hear EVERYTHING said with in a three house stretch of our house. Yep... I can hear everything until you get into your car. Yep. Everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-2739932657068509007?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2739932657068509007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=2739932657068509007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2739932657068509007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2739932657068509007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-480973743883085323</id><published>2008-11-25T16:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:04:58.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I think this sums up my views</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=4628665n"&gt;http://www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=4628665n&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said it perfectly everyone must go and enjoy this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-480973743883085323?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/480973743883085323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=480973743883085323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/480973743883085323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/480973743883085323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-i-think-this-sums-up-my-views.html' title='So I think this sums up my views'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-3506398546452757958</id><published>2008-11-24T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:24:01.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help...</title><content type='html'>So I have a problem that I think is annoying my husband. Whenever I wake up when I haven't woken myself up... I'm extremely cranky and it might take me up to two hours to either wake up or to become uncranky... Its like theres nothing I can do for it. It annoys me that I get cranky... and its every. single. time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how in the world do i not be cranky?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-3506398546452757958?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3506398546452757958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=3506398546452757958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/3506398546452757958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/3506398546452757958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/11/help.html' title='Help...'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-8323347342886378636</id><published>2008-11-23T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:40:56.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I got bored... and i love them</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8sYBqhOEdRQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8sYBqhOEdRQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dompotjTeIA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dompotjTeIA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-8323347342886378636?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8323347342886378636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=8323347342886378636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/8323347342886378636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/8323347342886378636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-i-got-bored-and-i-love-them.html' title='So I got bored... and i love them'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-1770007638270654773</id><published>2008-11-23T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:44:47.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyed...</title><content type='html'>I am officially annoyed by who ever got me sick. I look completely fine but its completely my stomach. Its annoying, every five minutes it wretches. I call out of work because of it on Friday and I really should have yesterday too but I felt guilty and went into work. I hate Pepito... I have a thing about liquid medicine... ewww.... minty nastiness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-1770007638270654773?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1770007638270654773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=1770007638270654773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/1770007638270654773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/1770007638270654773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/11/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed...'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-4731648525384041751</id><published>2008-11-21T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:13:23.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>So twilight was amazing! We showed up to get into line around the end of eight. We got into the first part of the line. Aliante theaters... Jenni and I got bored and I discovered that I have no skill at sonic the hedgehog on my cell phone. It was rather entertaining with the people in line. I never got to see the full length of the line but I know it was HUGE. Somehow I managed to get tickets to the imax showing so I was rather happy. Jenni noticed a lot of different people there. The movie... Really good! I might go see it again soon... I cant wait to see the money it brought it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-4731648525384041751?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4731648525384041751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=4731648525384041751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/4731648525384041751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/4731648525384041751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-1287395182902760769</id><published>2008-11-20T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:49:04.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just incase you wanted to know</title><content type='html'>WE BEAT SAN MEGUEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won both games... I slightly wanted to kill who ever was going the cheers... rather annoying. But we won! We are now the stake champions!!! hehehehehehe... now my throat is sore because I was screaming alot... Now I'm off to twilight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-1287395182902760769?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1287395182902760769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=1287395182902760769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/1287395182902760769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/1287395182902760769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-incase-you-wanted-to-know.html' title='Just incase you wanted to know'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-342136322505454344</id><published>2008-11-13T23:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:29:09.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its november</title><content type='html'>Why oh why is it currently 72 degrees outside? Its mid november and its still in the 70's at night!!! That is all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-342136322505454344?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/342136322505454344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=342136322505454344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/342136322505454344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/342136322505454344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-november.html' title='Its november'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-8279636714543701601</id><published>2008-11-11T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:37:13.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath doggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well my team is in the finals for volleyball. Its kind of nice to have at least four girls who are on the school team playing on the ward level. We play Sanmegel next week if by some chance they don't win (which I severely doubt) I'm not sure who they will play. The game is Thursday which I'm rather glad I already asked off from work (TWILIGHT AT MIDNIGHT!!!) so I can make it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I seem to be the designated Molly washer (I'm sure I'm the only person in her lifetime to wash her) So today I decided to chronicle it... I found it funny, why not! You have a digital camera why not chronicle the dog?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267622012202471570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SRpaT6BbUJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NHJDerVAO2k/s320/101_0566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267621001683399666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SRpZZFi58_I/AAAAAAAAANI/87gyDNGu-3Y/s320/101_0568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is her Prebath. (yes my hair is red, not as red as it used to be. Embrace it love it get over it) I personally think Molly is indifferent to the bath. I think she enjoys the attention that she gets from the bath but she doesn't like the whole getting wet and sprayed aspect of it. If you notice quite closely in corner you will notice the time with Obama on it... Only the dog enjoyed that issue&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267622575579354482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SRpa0sw8VXI/AAAAAAAAANY/QxyfP61rDxU/s320/101_0569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is her look look as I just put her in the tub. This is her pre-soap look. She doesn't mind just standing in the water... She just kind of is cute&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267623579694917586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SRpbvJYv59I/AAAAAAAAANo/CbjZ-G5f9Ws/s320/101_0571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267623652793688962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SRpbzZs2o4I/AAAAAAAAANw/lMw2EQxS1fA/s320/101_0572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267623517241041826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SRpbrgulY6I/AAAAAAAAANg/CNJQWVnGBck/s320/101_0570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is her covered in soap moment. She doesn't like this part quite so much. She tries to escape at this point... Every time... Rather cute because she isn't big enough to hop out of the tub when she is dry and empty never the less when its partially full of water, so this is as far as she can muster. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267624954623090050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SRpc_LZK3YI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3lTg28560AE/s320/101_0573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy day! Now she can be a moses dog and hide in her towel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-8279636714543701601?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8279636714543701601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=8279636714543701601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/8279636714543701601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/8279636714543701601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/11/bath-doggy.html' title='Bath doggy'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SRpaT6BbUJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NHJDerVAO2k/s72-c/101_0566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-3958963068451845527</id><published>2008-11-08T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:42:29.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot has happened</title><content type='html'>Well life took an interesting turn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blond moment last Saturday, I left my debit card on my break room table thinking hey I'll just go grab it before I leave. Well I completely forgot it on the break room table and thought nothing of it, I let the next manager know and told him to throw it in the safe. Well he couldn't find it and so I thought oh he just didn't look, I looked Monday and left a note to have them give it to me if they found it not thinking of anything. Come Friday I looked on the web and noticed that the account was off... well they spent $80 on my card at a gas station. It is rather funny. I went to the bank and got the money back and filed fraud claim then I went and filed a police report. I'm so excited!!! I GET TO HIRE SOMEONE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I'm not completely outraged. The person was so stupid about it. A gas station? Do you know how many cameras are in a gas station? Do you know how fast I'm going to hire you then you are going to be thrown in jail? Over a hundred dollars? HAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other work news there was a water main that broke in front of my store and had the water turned off for two hours. It almost made the refrigeration turn off... Stressful day but I got a fabulous complement from the regional manager, the district manager and the assets protection guy in charge of the entire company. I swear I was on the phone with him at least 11 times in a three hour period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-3958963068451845527?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3958963068451845527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=3958963068451845527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/3958963068451845527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/3958963068451845527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/11/lot-has-happened.html' title='A lot has happened'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-4735270996644778542</id><published>2008-11-04T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:09:06.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God FORGIVE our country</title><content type='html'>We are going to get attacked.... =*(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-4735270996644778542?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4735270996644778542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=4735270996644778542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/4735270996644778542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/4735270996644778542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/11/god-forgive-our-country.html' title='God FORGIVE our country'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-930093217430616874</id><published>2008-11-04T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:13:18.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>So there was a lovely woman walking around leaving "vote for me" fliers on the street... the day of election! So I went outsidefollowed her down the street gave her back her stupid little flier and told her not to litter at my house...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-930093217430616874?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/930093217430616874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=930093217430616874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/930093217430616874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/930093217430616874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/11/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-7547013738259853931</id><published>2008-11-02T17:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:21:54.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday naps</title><content type='html'>I love sunday naps that leave the entire house quiet and still, for a a few hours on Sunday... It always makes people have better moods&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-7547013738259853931?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7547013738259853931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=7547013738259853931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/7547013738259853931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/7547013738259853931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunday-naps.html' title='Sunday naps'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-5583978117645501115</id><published>2008-10-31T23:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:08:58.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object id="Twilight Widget" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="500" width="385" align="middle" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" flashvars=""&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="10186"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="13229"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://twilightthemovie.com/ecard_widget/twilight_widget.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://twilightthemovie.com/ecard_widget/twilight_widget.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value="000000"&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;embed src="'http://twilightthemovie.com/ecard_widget/twilight_widget.swf'" quality="'high'" bgcolor="'#000000'" width="'385'" height="'500'" name="'Twilight" align="'middle'" allowscriptaccess="'sameDomain'" allowfullscreen="'false'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" pluginspage="'http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyNTUxOTg*MTE4NyZwdD*xMjI1NTE5ODYyNzU4JnA9OTE4NDEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MiZ*PSZvPTU4ODg*NTBkNTQ3NDRmMzVhOGVjZmUzODllNzU5ZmI5.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am getting rather excited about twilight... its only 19 days so far... hehehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had to work tonight... like I had to close it was rather annoying. I mean I have a life and to have a long Halloween night stuck inside a store was boring. my saving light was my mom, Keith and my Ryan came and saw me. I had two costumes today one was princess I was in a dress with teirra and everything. I realized about two hours into work I was going to go crazy with out pockets so I changed into my other costume which others didn't really get. I became a vampire... lol!!! I mean come on I'm pale to begin with all I changed was I added some glitter... hehehe! I'm such a dork!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other news the babies are now laying eggs! They seem to be enjoying the time on the farm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other than that I'm not having the easiest time in my life... Every one has their own struggles in life and mine seem to smack me in the face with every turn... People just don't understand it until they go through it and its not something talked about much I think...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other than that life seems to be going good. I got tot talk to John the other day. I miss having my baby brother around to talk to all the time. He always seems to make me laugh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh in case you didn't know my current hair color is red. I like it a lot I think Its going to stay this color for a while. Its not as strong as it originally was but that's because red doesn't stay... it tends to wash out...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I AM SO READY FOR ELECTION TIME TO GET OVER WITH ALREADY!!!! Seriously? Every single stinking commercial is freaking vote for me! vote for me! this persons evil so vote for me!!! GAH!!! I hate stupid elections.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-5583978117645501115?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5583978117645501115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=5583978117645501115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/5583978117645501115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/5583978117645501115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-yes.html' title='oh yes'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-7624800374529203869</id><published>2008-10-24T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T13:33:57.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I dropped off the face of the earth again</title><content type='html'>Well Christmas came early for me. My books came early, they came last Saturday instead of on the 28th so of coarse that means even though I have read all of the three books before hand I went head first into breaking dawn and finally came up for air yesterday. Yes I read a 750 page book in under 72 hours, with also working a couple of days too. I need a new book series to read... Any ideas? I need a new series with in a month because I'm going to reread the series then after that nothing more to read...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SQIhvnERpuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3liIPPWEddk/s1600-h/breaking_dawn_cover_by_tranquilitysurreil.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260804416546645730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SQIhvnERpuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3liIPPWEddk/s320/breaking_dawn_cover_by_tranquilitysurreil.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I completely didn't see anything from that book coming but I loved it! If it would have been 2000 pages I probably would have liked it more because I'm sad that the series is over... I don't see midnight sun ever coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260809366765311250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SQImPwEYFRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/yyvmQDtN-y4/s320/102_1810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Do you really want to know?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260810106409805314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SQIm6zdXZgI/AAAAAAAAANA/d2GJbAZqrZk/s320/1248206351_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I got tagged.... This one is about my Ryan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Where did you meet? We met at a singles ward activity, I was driving crazy in front of him because I thought that he was following me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) How long did you date before you got married? Our first date was September 23rd we were engaged October 21st and we were married March 10th&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) How long have you been married? Almost 20 months two years in March&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) What is your favorite feature of his? His smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) What is your favorite quality of his? He is just as stubborn as I am... but he is actually very sweet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7) What is his favorite food? grilled cheese&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8) What is his favorite sport? He get excited over football&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9) When and where was your first kiss?Well it was on Monday after our first date so it was September 25th. We were sitting in a car outside my friends house (she took my car from the family home evening activity) and it took me three hours to build up the courage then I leaned over and kissed him, it was probably one in the morning so technically it was the 26th&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10) What is your favorite thing to do as a couple? spending time together... I don't think we have spent more than a week apart from the first day I've been with him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11) Do you have any children? It wont happen until roughly the middle of next year... just trying to fix things&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12) Does he have a hidden talent? He can kick butt in certain games like risk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13) How old is he? 23&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14) Who said "I love you" first? He said I said it first but he did he just doesn't want to admit it so the compromise is we said it around the same time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15) What is his favorite type of music? He likes classical but he will go for anything with a good beat... not rap&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16) What do you admire the most about him? He's working so hard to further our family&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17) Do you think he will read this? Probably tomorrow when he's at school&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-7624800374529203869?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7624800374529203869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=7624800374529203869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/7624800374529203869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/7624800374529203869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-know-i-dropped-off-face-of-earth.html' title='I know I dropped off the face of the earth again'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SQIhvnERpuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3liIPPWEddk/s72-c/breaking_dawn_cover_by_tranquilitysurreil.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-7444508779209301031</id><published>2008-10-16T22:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:03:35.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new sweet baby - girl!</title><content type='html'>              &lt;br /&gt;              &lt;a href="http://makemebabies.com/viewbaby.php?bid=6649538"&gt;&lt;img src="http://makemebabies.com//shared/2/baby/144/wb20081016115905sr3qmrvfemnhm41fekuo7j43u4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makemebabies.com/viewbaby.php?bid=6649538"&gt;What do you think about my little new baby girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;a href="http://makemebabies.com"&gt;MakeMeBabies.com - What will your baby look like?&lt;/a&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;                &lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.9NXC/bHQ9MTIyNDIxOTU2MjQ2MCZwdD*xMjI*MjE5ODE2MDMxJnA9MTMyODEmZD1tbWIlNUZ3ZWJzaXRlJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz*1ODg4NDUwZDU*NzQ*ZjM1YThlY2ZlMzg5ZTc1OWZiOQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-7444508779209301031?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7444508779209301031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=7444508779209301031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/7444508779209301031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/7444508779209301031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-new-sweet-baby-girl.html' title='My new sweet baby - girl!'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-6685898567398794337</id><published>2008-10-16T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:54:52.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new sweet baby - baby!</title><content type='html'>So my friend said something about this website so I decided to try it out...  its interesting, I've got to find pictures other than wedding pictures and maybe the child would look a little bit different... I think she's cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makemebabies.com/viewbaby.php?bid=6646681"&gt;&lt;img src="http://makemebabies.com//shared/1/baby/724/wb20081016104122sr3qmrvfemnhm41fekuo7j43u4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makemebabies.com/viewbaby.php?bid=6646681"&gt;What do you think about my little new baby baby?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makemebabies.com/"&gt;MakeMeBabies.com - What will your baby look like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.9NXC/bHQ9MTIyNDIxNDg5ODM*NCZwdD*xMjI*MjE1MDY3NTY3JnA9MTMyODEmZD1tbWIlNUZ3ZWJzaXRlJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz*1ODg4NDUwZDU*NzQ*ZjM1YThlY2ZlMzg5ZTc1OWZiOQ==.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-6685898567398794337?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6685898567398794337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=6685898567398794337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/6685898567398794337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/6685898567398794337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-new-sweet-baby-baby.html' title='My new sweet baby - baby!'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-5865799670296071841</id><published>2008-10-13T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:12:57.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so sad</title><content type='html'>So I had a nice day with my chicken Chloe, I chicken napped her and brought her into the kitchen and she took a nap on my lap. We had a grand time she even went around the floor with molly...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256824638855615986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SPP-KD2ClfI/AAAAAAAAAMo/HJs9N-8wNy4/s320/1013081542%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256824520965951346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SPP-DMq9D3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/ba9gWmfv97c/s320/1013081542a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well got got a knock on the door today from animal control. We have to get rid of the chickens and the turkey. I'm sad, we have to kill the turkey early and we have to find someone to take our chickens. I don't mind too much about killing the turkey but I'm so sad that we are loosing the chickens... I loves those chickens and i cant keep them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-5865799670296071841?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5865799670296071841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=5865799670296071841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/5865799670296071841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/5865799670296071841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-so-sad.html' title='I&apos;m so sad'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SPP-KD2ClfI/AAAAAAAAAMo/HJs9N-8wNy4/s72-c/1013081542%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-2445692939500383095</id><published>2008-10-13T14:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:37:18.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the session</title><content type='html'>Tis the session molly doesn't like us. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256755244082414178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SPO_CwK0QmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/uYXIRndQans/s320/1012081640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so small and not hairy that she gets really cold so we put clothes on her... its kind of funny, she's getting so fat that we cant completely close her jacket...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-2445692939500383095?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2445692939500383095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=2445692939500383095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2445692939500383095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2445692939500383095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/10/tis-session.html' title='Tis the session'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SPO_CwK0QmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/uYXIRndQans/s72-c/1012081640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-535411728069528855</id><published>2008-10-12T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:34:41.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok so I believe you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MEy89l0SOZs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MEy89l0SOZs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this movie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-535411728069528855?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/535411728069528855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=535411728069528855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/535411728069528855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/535411728069528855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/10/ok-i-believe-you.html' title='Ok so I believe you'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-91352114731178385</id><published>2008-10-10T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:14:09.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love lortab</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I hate hormones... and due to my hatred of hormones come my extreme love of lortab... I think come Monday I'm going to ask my doctor to write me a new prescription for it because my stash is running out quickly ... and the sad thing is that's the only thing that works half the time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan and I have noticed our laptop well was getting old and had a couple of things we didn't like. Well Ryan being the computer genius that he is has been looking at sales on laptops for a while and the planets aligned and we got a new laptop this night. its really nifty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toshibadirect.com/td/b2c/pdet.to?seg=HHO&amp;amp;poid=425900&amp;amp;tab=gallery"&gt;http://www.toshibadirect.com/td/b2c/pdet.to?seg=HHO&amp;amp;poid=425900&amp;amp;tab=gallery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like it alot! I actually love it! I'm glad I have a husband who knows a lot and knows the information I wouldn't know to get us correct things. We are going to sell our old laptop on ebay as soon as we get all our files off of it. One thing I uber love about this computer is it has the coolest mouse pad it is smooth and continues into the bottom, I've never seen anything like it before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in continuation of my cat thinking that he either &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a: owns my bed or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;b: is the king and owns the world or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;c: all of the above &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe this is proof&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255758967416275042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SPA070XrwGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/vLKAwPib0tA/s320/1007082337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now picture this every night... He hasn't gotten onto his silky green pillow yet but you see how his attitude is. He is worth it though! I love my kitty!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So my view in the economy... I like the lower gas prices but I have a feeling that its going to get a lot worse before its going to get better. I think its the perfect example of the pride cycle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-91352114731178385?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/91352114731178385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=91352114731178385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/91352114731178385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/91352114731178385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-lortab.html' title='I love lortab'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SPA070XrwGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/vLKAwPib0tA/s72-c/1007082337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-9097015947912451586</id><published>2008-10-07T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:58:57.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a V-O-L-L-</title><content type='html'>so I had my first volleyball game as a coach tonight. I know all the girls so it was kind of fun. Evidently all I do is sit there. I think I need to set some ground rules for these girls like tennis shoes or sports bra... You would think they would realize... on well I'm not too interested. Needless to say we murdered them, like it wasn't even fair... it was like 25 to 2... they had four girls on their team we had like 10... Yeah poor them they sucked two games were done in like twenty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hyper.... one monster at ten this morning still has me bouncing off the wallz. Bwahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the response I keep getting from people with my last medical entry... I'm not dying, I'm not pregnant even though I keep having weird cravings (tonight it was McDonald's ice cream) I'm not green or falling apart. I swear if you look at me you'll know its nothing to worry about... so don't look for my last will and testament for a few more years. and when I die if ANYONE puts carnations on my grave I will come back, hit you, then die again. That is one flower I seriously hate with every fiber of my being. I think its a dead person flower, give me lilies or something never carnations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deem I want to clone my cat. He's perfect, right now he's sleeping on my pillow. I wont have to clone him though, he's going to live forever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked out my window and what did I see? Fat little children staring back at me! Ok not at me but they were sitting on the wall staring at the turkey. I secretly hoped they would fall then the turkey would run up and bite them!!! Ok that sounds bad... It would be funny to watch... You have to admit, a butterball being bitten by a butterball!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-9097015947912451586?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/9097015947912451586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=9097015947912451586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/9097015947912451586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/9097015947912451586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/10/give-me-v-o-l-l.html' title='Give me a V-O-L-L-'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-8902749102538476969</id><published>2008-10-06T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:07:01.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I decided I'm a freak</title><content type='html'>So I just figured out that I'm a freak... I'm serious. I think I'm a little bit off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had an uncontrollable craving for hot chocolate and blueberry muffins that have come straight from the oven with butter on top... I have drank almost an entire box of hot chocolate and I've done two batches of muffins and have three boxes of back ups in the cabinets and have made it two mornings in a row. My hot chocolate has carmel with whipped cream on top... its completely yummy! I am so glad we bought the hot chocolate maker last year it saves so much time and it makes me so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention its been 80 degrees in Vegas lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-8902749102538476969?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8902749102538476969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=8902749102538476969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/8902749102538476969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/8902749102538476969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-decided-im-freak.html' title='I decided I&apos;m a freak'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-7351429458783102863</id><published>2008-10-04T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:25:21.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I've been bad</title><content type='html'>So I know I haven't been updating at all lately. I've been bad I fully understand it. I don't feel like I can completely tell everyone whats going on health wise? Well I've been back to the doctor twice now, my  rx has changed once, they took away my diet and now... its going to be a long road to being fixed which wont be near done til January which i have another doctors appointment (i have an ultrasound come Wednesday next week which I'm not counting) so unless you want to hear all the heart wrenching details I'm no going to go into it because I think it will raise a few too many questions that I'm not sure I want to have the entire family deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a calling, and you might laugh. I'm now the young women's volleyball coach. I'm going to be able to go to the next game but I'm sure its going to be interesting. I think they chose me because I'm young and I loved playing volleyball when I was able to. I think I still played mid surgeries. (I limped badly and didn't look or do it cute...) I love volleyball... I tend to dive to balls... I still think I'm too scared to play it hard core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dork, I just preordered the whole box set hard covered book set of twilight series, all four books. I got it for like $40 so its like half off... so happy! But I wont get them til the end of October but its in a cool box set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been... eh I guess you could say stressful. Still like my job but the girls at the kitchen table are drama filled. I don't think everyone is at the maturity level they should be. I guess I've always been more mature than others my age... I guess its because I've had a very... Hard life from very early on. (weird story when I was two my mom let me pour my own oatmeal water... I didn't scar but if that helps get a grasp on how my life started out...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is a very interesting thing. I hate it but I like it still a little bit. More of my family is on facebook but I much prefer myspace over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-7351429458783102863?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7351429458783102863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=7351429458783102863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/7351429458783102863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/7351429458783102863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-know-ive-been-bad.html' title='I know I&apos;ve been bad'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-4582655399724283074</id><published>2008-09-15T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:39:24.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>So.. I'm very interested in this diet that the doctor put me on... Since last monday so seven days I've lost ten pounds. I'm slightly confused. I know the diebetic pills they put me on are surely helping but still ten pounds in seven days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I'm slightly obsessed with twilight series. two weeks and I'm three books in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-4582655399724283074?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4582655399724283074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=4582655399724283074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/4582655399724283074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/4582655399724283074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_15.html' title='?'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-4845042550619725824</id><published>2008-09-09T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T12:56:36.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One point or Aunt Kris</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well Kris correctly diagnosed me with what she though was wrong. I'm now six viles of blood down and two&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; rx's&lt;/span&gt; up and one diet i have to follow... err oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-4845042550619725824?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4845042550619725824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=4845042550619725824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/4845042550619725824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/4845042550619725824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-point-or-aunt-kris.html' title='One point or Aunt Kris'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-9043885669931809343</id><published>2008-09-03T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:01:06.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eh...</title><content type='html'>I'm a little worse off than yesterday but I made it through work last night so I'm sure I will make it through tonight. I've never had a boss call and ask if I was going to call in. I'm sure I sound horrible so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; sound convincing with the " you know I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; call in" and my other weak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;response&lt;/span&gt; of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why there are drugs" so I'm going to truck off to work. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Evidently&lt;/span&gt; this lovely morning i woke up with a fever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I complaining? Not really...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-9043885669931809343?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/9043885669931809343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=9043885669931809343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/9043885669931809343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/9043885669931809343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/09/eh.html' title='eh...'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-873502669171424068</id><published>2008-09-02T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T12:55:41.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I now understand the big hoopla around the Twilight series. I read a five hundred page book in two days. (on my trip) and now it will be a few days before I order the remaining books and have them arrive. I have also noticed that with the constant traveling I have put myself through my fragile immune system has had a mild break down. I wouldn't say I'm sick I would just say... I'm about 60%. Headache, sore throat, and I'm congested... Blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-873502669171424068?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/873502669171424068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=873502669171424068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/873502669171424068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/873502669171424068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_02.html' title='I understand'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-5743819397178111026</id><published>2008-09-01T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:05:35.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippie!</title><content type='html'>Oh I just got back from Utah. Oh I loved being there. It was too bad that Ryan had to work and couldnt make it or else that would have been just that much more fun. It was interesting to see family that I havent seen since I was three. I liked seeing people who I read their blogs. I like talking with Aaron and Kara. I got a bunch of new phone numbers that I am very happy I can randomly text. I got to read a big chunk of twilight. I understand why so many people love the series. I LOVED staying with Jeremy and Nichole. Owen is so much fun! I never realized how much of an arm he could have. It was nice to just sit and talk to Jeremy. I got the opertunity to give Nichole a back/shoulder/neck/head rub. It actually didnt annoy me I enjoyed it. I got three pairs of earrings out of it. Next time I go there I will more than likly do it again and thats with out the bribe to do it. I love that girl! We need to head up there more often! Or have then come down. We are going to have a dead turkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOHHH!!! I RAN INTO SARAH AT THE MALL!!! It was a little unexpected. I didnt know she lived there never the less run into her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-5743819397178111026?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5743819397178111026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=5743819397178111026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/5743819397178111026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/5743819397178111026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='Yippie!'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-7446860667410194779</id><published>2008-08-25T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T02:52:55.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As I promised</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we left for Alamo on Saturday once I got off of work. We made it in and it was the cutest little place ever! We stayed at the windmill Ridge. Not bad food I must admit. Three beds and ... just cute! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238615670343628594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SLNNMmGgdzI/AAAAAAAAAII/gA3852ZtGCA/s320/DSC01580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238723796289597010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SLOviWo6LlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/JUitCux3_Qk/s320/DSC01582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238616052573187650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SLNNi2BIrkI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/BxaXy4wyvcQ/s320/DSC01587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238723487002410114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SLOvQWdGPII/AAAAAAAAAIY/_p_ypt4tDlU/s320/DSC01592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the next morning we left and made our way to Ely. on the way up we were listening to comics because why not listen to Larry the cable guy? We got in around noon? I think it was noon... it doesn't really matter. Well I'm not sure how but the fondue machine came out. It was rather funny how it all ended up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238727725500633250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SLOzHEF0kKI/AAAAAAAAAIo/HswBbGrnN5k/s320/DSC01595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238727955060409378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SLOzUbRIxCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ysGm1I7t6Yo/s320/DSC01597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned into a theme of the week that all the siblings played Nintendo 64, it switched from star fox to Mario cart. I must admit I can kick the boys butt in Mario cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238729349903957666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SLO0lndwPqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pZhjkGpW93A/s320/DSC01598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got everything ready for a big camping trip. Got the go carts ready and the trailer ready to go. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238731778704477922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SLO2y_c7DuI/AAAAAAAAAJA/IF-V4q9kHps/s320/DSC01620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left on Tuesday to go to the hot springs. Set up camp, got into swimming attire and headed down to the hot springs. When you head to the hot springs and the surrounding areas it does not look like there is a natural water area there, it kind of just looks dead. It was so much fun to just swim around. It wasn't the deepest place to swim but it felt so nice! Tommy went exploring in the father around the springs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238732885023505426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SLO3zYz7vBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ETKw5s2q0q4/s320/DSC01623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238734587448830722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SLO5We1wqwI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cL5sIMnh-7w/s320/DSC01626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238735341309822754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SLO6CXMOhyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/l9gdHlJEE7A/s320/DSC01627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238735788375269010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SLO6cYo73pI/AAAAAAAAAJg/M9r6w3hgfmE/s320/DSC01630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238736443765888706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SLO7CiKPFsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1Oxm6ObWJGo/s320/DSC01628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238737136611273794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SLO7q3NcrEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-3WozwkZp3E/s320/DSC01637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a nice swim we decided to go fishing. Woo Hoo. (please feel the sarcasm) Evidently no body who has been camping where we went caught a fish. no body. I sat there and read my book son of a witch. I might not go fishing again but at least I can say I went fishing. Some of the kids got a bit bored and found different things to fiddle with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238739089062377202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SLO9cgqENvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7DyP_5ArXSw/s320/DSC01640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238739389066328178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SLO9t-QlOHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/CypvVeH3rv4/s320/DSC01643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238739647048334050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SLO98_USOuI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YmY7k1djfsA/s320/DSC01644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone went go cart riding. People were coming up with excuses just to drive them. "I need to get water" they just went driving everywhere. I kind of felt bad for the other people camping there because they tended to kick up a lot of dirt if they didn't drive slowly through camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner there was an amusing rabbit hunt. I say amusing because have to ever seen boys with guys going after rabbits? You have never have lived until you see hyper boys chase ugly rabbits around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we went swimming again... Can you say we got lobster fried? For some reason it was a rambunctious people wanted to play with tadpoles. Poor little tadpoles is all I'm going to say about it. Micheal and Tommy decided to attack Ryan while swimming. It was rather funny. Also Emily was dragging everyone around like a tug boat. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238743135482038354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SLPBICvsSFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ZaEYn0Nsqvk/s320/DSC01651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238743485948287762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SLPBccVW2xI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D6ZK1DHZKRQ/s320/DSC01662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238743765859493746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SLPBsvFY53I/AAAAAAAAAKg/H3Kauwy7WlA/s320/DSC01668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had everyone there for dinner that night. It was really good, spicy but good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to Ely on Thursday severely sun burnt and tired. I think all the camping tuckered Ryan out because he crashed for quite a while after we got back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238745014937304322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SLPC1cQvvQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/E1z0UN64_N4/s320/DSC01669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Friday I helped out Dad by helping set up his classroom. I did the bulletin boards. I put up colored paper to make the room look better. I even checker boarded a couple of areas because I though that it would look really cool. It took forever to do but it turned out great! We also had a teacher cook out BBQ thing in a park. They had some good chicken! It was fun tho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238748970426610194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SLPGbrm4shI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NYKhFIc_KeY/s320/DSC01677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238749150988948402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SLPGmMQTU7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/_FgFvgYSSPE/s320/DSC01674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238749834285907522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SLPHN9u_fkI/AAAAAAAAALA/Yyp2kh44YIc/s320/DSC01704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday Ryan and the boys helped moving a fireplace out to replace it. I was quite heavy. We also went shooting. The big gun scared me but I got over it. we headed out to go home. A slight hick up one of our tires had gotten a hole in it. Ryan drove it down to the local tire place and got it all fixed up. We made it home safe with out anything going wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238750085681081442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SLPHcmQRbGI/AAAAAAAAALI/oeHi2IcW5DU/s320/DSC01707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238750424798284418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SLPHwVkHSoI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ahIXUuT0z_4/s320/DSC01711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-7446860667410194779?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7446860667410194779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=7446860667410194779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/7446860667410194779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/7446860667410194779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-i-promised.html' title='As I promised'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SLNNMmGgdzI/AAAAAAAAAII/gA3852ZtGCA/s72-c/DSC01580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-2490868040299221670</id><published>2008-08-23T23:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:03:36.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>night night  night</title><content type='html'>Well we made it home alright and safe. I will put up a full update once I find the disc and have the time to work with the pictures. Err good night everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-2490868040299221670?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2490868040299221670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=2490868040299221670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2490868040299221670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/2490868040299221670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/08/night-night-night.html' title='night night  night'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969055868862393577.post-7585131858271478230</id><published>2008-08-21T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:18:56.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We survived</title><content type='html'>So we survived the three day camp out. The end result, Ryan and I are lobster fried and worn out. Ryan is currently passed out next to me while I am blog searching. He is the cutest thing ever. I'm glad I married him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969055868862393577-7585131858271478230?l=jrbischoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7585131858271478230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969055868862393577&amp;postID=7585131858271478230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/7585131858271478230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969055868862393577/posts/default/7585131858271478230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrbischoff.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-survived.html' title='We survived'/><author><name>jrbischoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14742930309541339999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_36MgCJMBgMA/SO0F4Dy9YhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tGTp8yDB0k/S220/610666-R5-09-12A_106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
