tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890092161330596132024-03-06T00:31:04.117-08:00Love Like CrazyThe Seabornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557523755596615760noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889009216133059613.post-43573344741649590482011-10-26T18:47:00.001-07:002011-10-26T18:50:34.450-07:00BooThis blog is old. and boring.<div>Go to my new one. It will probably end up being the same as this, but I have a surprise! </div><div><a href="http://simplyseaborn.blogspot.com/">simplyseaborn.blogspot.com</a></div>The Seabornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557523755596615760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889009216133059613.post-21388729579792553372011-04-27T18:11:00.000-07:002011-04-27T18:30:19.901-07:00The Porcelain Throne<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkQAid4DVnqSJtLhulAVwi1XFMDav2NCtSSRelXutl7wLgnfY9xngFZhqBvJ34yfx2gltEnrodKyXOMqaH02Nqwl4m2NonImsZti95CMf1IO5ol_wHKO97BuTmk_q380f71J7EorlB0Ug/s1600/toilet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 340px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600437502856466322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkQAid4DVnqSJtLhulAVwi1XFMDav2NCtSSRelXutl7wLgnfY9xngFZhqBvJ34yfx2gltEnrodKyXOMqaH02Nqwl4m2NonImsZti95CMf1IO5ol_wHKO97BuTmk_q380f71J7EorlB0Ug/s400/toilet.jpg" /></a><br /><div><strong>I PROMISE IF I DROP ONE MORE THING INTO THE TOILET, I'M GOING TO RIP IT RIGHT OUT OF THE FLOOR AND THROW IT REALLY HARD AND BREAK IT. <span></span></strong><span></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">On a side note, tomorrow's my <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">birthday</span>, and I get to start it with waking up in a hotel room in Medicine Hat all alone. <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Woe is me</span>. </div><div> </div><div> </div>The Seabornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557523755596615760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889009216133059613.post-84892113080927147262011-04-16T11:47:00.000-07:002011-04-16T12:40:24.890-07:00want, want, wantworst.blogger.ever<br />It's not my fault, though. I promise<br /><br />Listen to this girl's voice. She sounds like an angel, not lying. <br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="500" height="311" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pAfSTmC38DM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />I'm obssessed with her, and I wish she wanted to trade voices with me because I would do just about anything to sound like that. I really wish I could sing period. Any voice would do. <br /><br />I also wish Tyler's truck would sell. Someone's got to be looking for a truck! Who cares that gas is going to be a million dollars this summer. gas shmas. besides, looking cool in an awesome truck is way more important.<br /><br />One more thing I want, and really, this is open to anyone. I really would love a workout buddy. I'm just so lazy lately, and going to the gym by myself is quite possibly the worst thing in the world. it takes everything in me to get to the gym, so please, someone help me get my butt to the gym!The Seabornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557523755596615760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889009216133059613.post-20389494728388417212011-03-12T10:37:00.000-08:002011-03-12T11:08:01.665-08:00Stinkerella & StinkzillaI've always really wanted a baby, and when I picture my babies, they're cute and adorable and everything a baby should be. But let's say one day I got curious about what they would look like, and I did not like what I found. Not one little bit. <br /><br />Meet Stinkerella and Stinkzilla. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-3-DunkJbiw032NRzy_ZNZJwJF-J2M7i6KwZbxOxuRbvQX8dPngoFw2fPo_HS5e85npDhjgXH8UpThaG5yfQ6WHNl-_Si6eWTwpQuIH5ou4V6-eiNVxyF8B3R3WLUg4_kpbsmgHKA4UU/s1600/gross2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 398px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-3-DunkJbiw032NRzy_ZNZJwJF-J2M7i6KwZbxOxuRbvQX8dPngoFw2fPo_HS5e85npDhjgXH8UpThaG5yfQ6WHNl-_Si6eWTwpQuIH5ou4V6-eiNVxyF8B3R3WLUg4_kpbsmgHKA4UU/s400/gross2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583269470289139218" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBMeYh5LWoUXYGE_bApoBHFvP3rKiVSZfEUxfb-DnEFJ9dvI7NzRVKY27Er-ZqMK8sOsnnyLVp0nxgp6MVhr63lN3-8-Vgi-6EUAPVEUx7x3Ji3PgICc3OjmsubaKytrbdRC7l0fJqxXk/s1600/gross.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 398px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBMeYh5LWoUXYGE_bApoBHFvP3rKiVSZfEUxfb-DnEFJ9dvI7NzRVKY27Er-ZqMK8sOsnnyLVp0nxgp6MVhr63lN3-8-Vgi-6EUAPVEUx7x3Ji3PgICc3OjmsubaKytrbdRC7l0fJqxXk/s400/gross.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583269468031925970" /></a><br /><br />Oh, my lanta. <br /> <br />In our defence, the last one, Stinkzilla, was made with pictures where me and Tyler were in high school....so good thing we didn't have a baby then. Maybe they get cuter as we age? Let's hope so. And if that's the case, I think we need to wait a couple more years.The Seabornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557523755596615760noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889009216133059613.post-23462725965280458822011-02-07T14:58:00.000-08:002011-02-07T15:39:40.703-08:00Voltaire, HairMy whole life long I have loved long hair; hair that is thick and shiny and smooth and oh so long. I dream of long hair, I crave long hair, I am obsessed with long hair... and I get stuck with this. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim1Uv6ZYqLn5sMb0sklk1dAL2y8ss6dJTixuu0UYH8wnf5mUdRTMo98G3Akob63Tqm5DGZ5qc4qn8n13KcWhTAEqhpsgO6bY4F8udRSf2SK85YwGtgpEpriA9oeH1ayKoiKNRfpoAtVOQ/s1600/n517629322_321740_9195-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim1Uv6ZYqLn5sMb0sklk1dAL2y8ss6dJTixuu0UYH8wnf5mUdRTMo98G3Akob63Tqm5DGZ5qc4qn8n13KcWhTAEqhpsgO6bY4F8udRSf2SK85YwGtgpEpriA9oeH1ayKoiKNRfpoAtVOQ/s400/n517629322_321740_9195-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571088532675965090" /></a><br /><br />Short-thin-frizzy-wont-grow hair with two balls of curliness coming out of my forehead. Seriously, hair on my forehead? What the heck. Go away.<br /><br />I consider any girl with long hair beautiful. If you have long hair, I envy you more than you know. I stare at girls when they have long hair and dream that some day my hair will decide to grow. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ87DsAUWs9dlpq-UMKOMB3i6aJN-qdydg7731Sx4EI0SHL1Ee5V-cgA0KtoiBLNPnEq9_-lOf4WjVzlv75-XmcGls29VB2oMYyJmDjkm8GgR_rmSd7mRfvacsC_vnUdjynSRZDkpYMvE/s1600/37YCASYWA2QCA45V86FCALSZQBOCAU8YP3RCA9U8HVYCAC8HKCICAJR7A3ZCADUR0AYCALHGK5ACAYZDX1ACASSBWSDCAB2K16WCAKA61NYCAOMBTBNCASXIIP1CAJY42NRCAFOLKCTCA67H43CCA6RTBRY.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ87DsAUWs9dlpq-UMKOMB3i6aJN-qdydg7731Sx4EI0SHL1Ee5V-cgA0KtoiBLNPnEq9_-lOf4WjVzlv75-XmcGls29VB2oMYyJmDjkm8GgR_rmSd7mRfvacsC_vnUdjynSRZDkpYMvE/s400/37YCASYWA2QCA45V86FCALSZQBOCAU8YP3RCA9U8HVYCAC8HKCICAJR7A3ZCADUR0AYCALHGK5ACAYZDX1ACASSBWSDCAB2K16WCAKA61NYCAOMBTBNCASXIIP1CAJY42NRCAFOLKCTCA67H43CCA6RTBRY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571091075618259778" /></a><br /><br />Ugh, this makes me want to cry. I'm in love, and I will never get it. <br /><br />Before I get too depressed, I am happy to announce that my hair HAS grown from last year. It was stuck at the same length for five years, probably getting shorter if that's even possible. For those who know that my hair doesn't grow, be prepared to be amazed.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjTx986p0yIB4gF8QvLZFQYkf3qQDQRseqDR-IdPnbNk7UZWqEwr5pvUqpSjE2sw76hpSpYEed-fSw9ghyphenhyphensd5Lmcq9Zjkz_VjTyvYwrvOMPO7q08qdxLFASBBI-XSV4W6WSb64e7W9YpM/s1600/Hawaii+20092.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjTx986p0yIB4gF8QvLZFQYkf3qQDQRseqDR-IdPnbNk7UZWqEwr5pvUqpSjE2sw76hpSpYEed-fSw9ghyphenhyphensd5Lmcq9Zjkz_VjTyvYwrvOMPO7q08qdxLFASBBI-XSV4W6WSb64e7W9YpM/s400/Hawaii+20092.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571094925822589602" /></a><br /><br />Hurray! These were taken basically exactly a year apart, so maybe there is hope for my luscious locks after all.<br /><br />Ps. Don't mind my boobs and the fact that I'm burnt to a crisp in the first picture. I had some trouble finding pictures where my extensions weren't in.The Seabornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557523755596615760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889009216133059613.post-44018265276517205642011-01-30T14:15:00.000-08:002011-01-30T15:05:26.204-08:00BirthdaysMy Ty Baby's 21, all grown up. <br /><br />I wish everyone could meet Tyler. He acts all shy and everything, but I promise he's not. He's crazy and freak'n hilarious. He makes me laugh every single day. He's also probably the greatest boy I've ever met. I'd go crazy without him. I blogged once about him <a href="http://blsherwood.blogspot.com/2010/06/tyler.html">here</a>. I'd watch all the videos if I were you. It will make you smile. <br /><br />Since it was Tyler's birthday, we obviously had to make a fort. We made it perfect so we could watch TV while we were in it. It was sweet. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIL1616GJYIMad1lBUKKmwI9mWP5AyMHm6FBVQmdm44P4KnM5k8X8HeLBycOaE07yxS8y4PXCuf3H2AsUn0nr2rl5argQJqiBwQ5zTsT9Jr-bt1xGck7iOFoM6nnPYQNitowArm01hWyE/s1600/IMG_0906.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIL1616GJYIMad1lBUKKmwI9mWP5AyMHm6FBVQmdm44P4KnM5k8X8HeLBycOaE07yxS8y4PXCuf3H2AsUn0nr2rl5argQJqiBwQ5zTsT9Jr-bt1xGck7iOFoM6nnPYQNitowArm01hWyE/s400/IMG_0906.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568115885050106114" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg20brOLphbMZVoKaMrMLrODxwe6rpSOhkL1djD9jiqb2O-ixQhpHOAMZR9ovR9LkhPxuVRx8R5vOqSZ7sQgCVxqWVvS3_QoE5eB3fLR__7__8I5ivH0r3jygLkLuRTc7OrLknIufS5npg/s1600/IMG_0903.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg20brOLphbMZVoKaMrMLrODxwe6rpSOhkL1djD9jiqb2O-ixQhpHOAMZR9ovR9LkhPxuVRx8R5vOqSZ7sQgCVxqWVvS3_QoE5eB3fLR__7__8I5ivH0r3jygLkLuRTc7OrLknIufS5npg/s400/IMG_0903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568115879331855858" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguBXZoNfamIfndhr39PvDUJKxdIYM0Wcea0Ge7RkLKD_RFSWA6qHIQP1zd3yG7ww5a-WG63FQr28dPppTneD_IbfGeTzYuMv_KfIYnKgK0RUZf78cTi4x7KNslWr-LUCpwTUFmS7O9Ayw/s1600/IMG_0902.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguBXZoNfamIfndhr39PvDUJKxdIYM0Wcea0Ge7RkLKD_RFSWA6qHIQP1zd3yG7ww5a-WG63FQr28dPppTneD_IbfGeTzYuMv_KfIYnKgK0RUZf78cTi4x7KNslWr-LUCpwTUFmS7O9Ayw/s400/IMG_0902.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568115878796680418" /></a><br /><br />Jealous? I thought so.The Seabornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557523755596615760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889009216133059613.post-52177872718840147142011-01-26T11:10:00.000-08:002011-01-26T12:13:32.192-08:00Wishin' and Hopin'I best be writing on my blog more often, or I'm going to have a pretty bare book.<br /><br />Me + Tyler + School + No work lately = The poorest couple I know. Not lying. But for that one day when Tyler is finally done school, I have plenty of things I want. <br /><br />1. A cute little cottage house in the woods. I think it sounds dreamy and romantic.<br /><br /><A href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8n-dr_zqGMO1nfJEwRj-T9ZoSOkrvf9oxQ4OYSDbiiF_NR_oDvYO7PtnV8whSVd7slPf5n6SkwUmdOimPHzhyphenhyphenOi1r5mkyjtGMvfysjOWSmozvPNFGFXy8Qa21VP1zcZkxeuiEZKCPVrk/s1600/lakedistrictcottages.jpg"><IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566581042811420178 border=0 alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8n-dr_zqGMO1nfJEwRj-T9ZoSOkrvf9oxQ4OYSDbiiF_NR_oDvYO7PtnV8whSVd7slPf5n6SkwUmdOimPHzhyphenhyphenOi1r5mkyjtGMvfysjOWSmozvPNFGFXy8Qa21VP1zcZkxeuiEZKCPVrk/s400/lakedistrictcottages.jpg"></A> <br /><br />2. A bullboxer. I die every time I see one. I've never seen one in real life, but these pictures make me squeel.<br /><br /> <A href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9N78gzCzyipTKrpvJ_jafzbHogH99gJHYPneylpzE4fUObuzLIrbx3a7GLjT5Gm9VPA4qhrLaeB0e9Msddiha02Mayw7eC9eq1m9droOzy9FFxi_jNHCJZuMT0KIneewoT7qiU8V6uiY/s1600/ValleyBulldogPuppiesEnglishBulldogBoxerHybrid3.jpg"><IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566582154696488306 border=0 alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9N78gzCzyipTKrpvJ_jafzbHogH99gJHYPneylpzE4fUObuzLIrbx3a7GLjT5Gm9VPA4qhrLaeB0e9Msddiha02Mayw7eC9eq1m9droOzy9FFxi_jNHCJZuMT0KIneewoT7qiU8V6uiY/s400/ValleyBulldogPuppiesEnglishBulldogBoxerHybrid3.jpg"></A> <A href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7k4YhBkIQg51oE1irDyNjEq1dFWtbe7jQcvYlX6c-9yROWO2957u4uaOrJYP0PAQ2dfFHmq0ctjBHtgOWp7JdBP9fQptEQUHyD6uVe8LvNAVLWGi2NWjEN2AYGmp8Ra3Cho-TAhS2V8c/s1600/ValleyBulldogPuppiesEnglishBulldogBoxerHybridLucy.jpg"><IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566582153195440082 border=0 alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7k4YhBkIQg51oE1irDyNjEq1dFWtbe7jQcvYlX6c-9yROWO2957u4uaOrJYP0PAQ2dfFHmq0ctjBHtgOWp7JdBP9fQptEQUHyD6uVe8LvNAVLWGi2NWjEN2AYGmp8Ra3Cho-TAhS2V8c/s400/ValleyBulldogPuppiesEnglishBulldogBoxerHybridLucy.jpg"></A> <br /><br />Of course, he'll never replace Chevy. Chevy is our numero uno.<br /><br />3. Everything that's in <A href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/e4x/i18n.jsp?_requestid=43240">Anthropologie</A>, and I mean everything. All the house things are magical, including their doorknobs.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN27LdsOortDXxB-Y0bJ2vY9OI-2t9t8OYf8Cve4U_SNzIf87t2l9ACa-wqAT6YFiXs6c88VlERoKku1l1aggqH5-6q_Cl5WEygocS-BN3M4_PcH-Zshz6ZA64tFNKvw5xvtSTkQZ8FAs/s1600/973904_095_b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN27LdsOortDXxB-Y0bJ2vY9OI-2t9t8OYf8Cve4U_SNzIf87t2l9ACa-wqAT6YFiXs6c88VlERoKku1l1aggqH5-6q_Cl5WEygocS-BN3M4_PcH-Zshz6ZA64tFNKvw5xvtSTkQZ8FAs/s400/973904_095_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566587314578079218" /></a><br /><br />4. A grand piano. I love my keyboard, but I would really love this. In my cottage in the woods. It would be perfect. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVR0ZmytKQ2TPVXATA-rEflvOGIH1uy4k2-9t08e_fo1Am9EPtnZNmkgIaBSMEidVp1d8ij6LKcxgYE1yhyphenhyphenCZW5QDKB4jZ4IHvtxde6It5Bm1Xi9sEFCg_TnHa222Cu6ix5Mqipuc0VyU/s1600/new_grand_piano_6foot_one_black_polished_suzuki_yamaha.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVR0ZmytKQ2TPVXATA-rEflvOGIH1uy4k2-9t08e_fo1Am9EPtnZNmkgIaBSMEidVp1d8ij6LKcxgYE1yhyphenhyphenCZW5QDKB4jZ4IHvtxde6It5Bm1Xi9sEFCg_TnHa222Cu6ix5Mqipuc0VyU/s400/new_grand_piano_6foot_one_black_polished_suzuki_yamaha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566588959007557826" /></a><br /><br />And I could go on and on for probably another zillion (approximately) pages, but I'll stop there. I would be one happy girl if I got even one thing on my list. One day, right?The Seabornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557523755596615760noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889009216133059613.post-75575963427607213752011-01-07T16:42:00.000-08:002011-01-07T17:53:55.922-08:00But You Love To CuddleNew Year's Resolution No. 1: Be a better blogger. <br /><br />I don't keep a journal. Maybe I should start a journal because blogs <strong>stress</strong> me out. I can think about a post for days in my head (literally days) trying to think of what to write. But <a href="http://www.blurb.com/landing_pages/blogbook?ce=google_blog_blogtobook&gclid=COqfjqS1qaYCFcIKKgodgzIcmw">here's</a> my little motivation. Turning my blog into a book sounds pretty prime to me, so (hint hint TYLER), for Christmas next year, that's what I'm asking for.<br /><br />New Year's Resolution No. 2: Relax.<br /><br />I stress out over everything. Tyler had a test the other day, and I'm pretty sure I was more stressed about it than he was, and that's not because he wasn't stressed about it because he was freaking out too.<br />I stress about work, I stress about visiting teachers coming, I stress about my house being clean, I stress about keeping New Year's Resolutions. Burt, RELAX. <br /><br />Good thing I have Ty to keep me calmed down most of the time. Take, for example, last week. I went to bed stressed about who knows what, and when I'm stressed I am a brat and SUPER annoying to be with. Tyler went to cuddle me, and I was not in the mood. There was absolutely no way, but then out of nowhere Tyler says in this most puzzled voice I've ever heard(seriously so confused) "Burt, but you love to cuddle with your Ty Baby." Freak, Tyler, how am I supposed to say no to that? I do love cuddling with my Ty Baby, and what can't a little cuddling fix? Nothing. It fixes everything, I assure you.<br /><br />So this year, Brittney is relaxed. I think on the Lulu bags it says that stress is related to 99% of all illness or something like that? That's ridiculous. <br /><br />So here's to relaxing this year. <br />This is the best picture of the year, am I right people? (Am I right people was definitely stolen from MTV Live. I laugh my face off every day watching that. I advise everyone to watch it) <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZPVftche8RAjEYsZbeYrAFs3D1TA1ZhCuoMn3_k0CMaf_dZJSUTSk9m37wNMmT22gS5G9O2KSz1REct-m6bE-3LJSqlsWE_2X1yViNL8EmTbKpE3oMp8tPFqDXK4rjpHTR5759D8h2I0/s1600/6454_121565329322_517629322_2189600_5447444_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZPVftche8RAjEYsZbeYrAFs3D1TA1ZhCuoMn3_k0CMaf_dZJSUTSk9m37wNMmT22gS5G9O2KSz1REct-m6bE-3LJSqlsWE_2X1yViNL8EmTbKpE3oMp8tPFqDXK4rjpHTR5759D8h2I0/s400/6454_121565329322_517629322_2189600_5447444_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559627258257014834" /></a>The Seabornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557523755596615760noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889009216133059613.post-87018123454192804292010-11-21T17:42:00.000-08:002010-11-21T18:22:50.237-08:00The Stockings Were HungLet's just for a second close our eyes and think about sitting by a nice, warm fireplace drinking hot chocolate. Do you not just get the BEST COZIEST feeling in the world? I do. <br /><br />Lucky for me, me and Tyler have a nice big fireplace in our house. I honestly love it. AND since we have an awesome fireplace, what would Christmas be without stockings to hang, right? <br /><br />These are our stockings<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE7wma5RXjJdeoRuqoEMctYOjQVbOx0OsP3fbU_2xHiW3KMZZRiazS7HL8B8I_tjlRvZ1l3hFqdrDKhf3n4rGW_NxDNhyphenhyphens5ZVK50zvKhyphenhyphentHDDQBulukZqaTr9tdQspzqYpDQB6BwyO53c/s1600/Christmas+2010-6.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE7wma5RXjJdeoRuqoEMctYOjQVbOx0OsP3fbU_2xHiW3KMZZRiazS7HL8B8I_tjlRvZ1l3hFqdrDKhf3n4rGW_NxDNhyphenhyphens5ZVK50zvKhyphenhyphentHDDQBulukZqaTr9tdQspzqYpDQB6BwyO53c/s320/Christmas+2010-6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542192605860991730" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9LJXy5LTaG6BHOaomNKWli6AZaxbl0zrGLM24ennlTI-RxbMxS_zBcojgyFw_djK3y5BzvVEZCTE97djGUM6xksUG0yN5kZgDTBUqQIm1w5czeWTljaVwaLNX2RZO2TvhxTjj1Yk9vmM/s1600/Christmas+2010-7.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9LJXy5LTaG6BHOaomNKWli6AZaxbl0zrGLM24ennlTI-RxbMxS_zBcojgyFw_djK3y5BzvVEZCTE97djGUM6xksUG0yN5kZgDTBUqQIm1w5czeWTljaVwaLNX2RZO2TvhxTjj1Yk9vmM/s320/Christmas+2010-7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542193043273597026" /></a><br /><br />If you looked at them and thought that they were weirdly shaped, that's probably because they are. I'm not the greatest sewer in the world, but they worked out better than I thought they would, so I'm happy! <br /><br />I LOVE CHRISTMAS<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwX2KdjD_DZhZCUrf5w1B4XjJD30FRarfsIgn-1PwiFQk0GLcLFvvGB0OKijJEenesqhRIilAS_X8MH2JjrrQretAOccjob5q4l46wWXMD2VchwbYpfNpufTLSfQKcRm8qncVscNR1txg/s1600/Christmas+2010-5.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwX2KdjD_DZhZCUrf5w1B4XjJD30FRarfsIgn-1PwiFQk0GLcLFvvGB0OKijJEenesqhRIilAS_X8MH2JjrrQretAOccjob5q4l46wWXMD2VchwbYpfNpufTLSfQKcRm8qncVscNR1txg/s320/Christmas+2010-5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542193440715639218" /></a>The Seabornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557523755596615760noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889009216133059613.post-39007092332548726552010-11-15T17:28:00.000-08:002010-11-15T17:54:34.512-08:00Sonny BonnyHere Comes Sonia <br />She has Ammonia <br />Her favorite Food is Lasagna <br />Me and Sonia made up that poem once when we were probably 12. I'm pretty sure she's never had ammonia in her whole entire life, and I don't even know if her favorite food is lasagna, but it all rhymed, and it's the best poem ever.<br /><br />I FINALLY got to go visit her in Utah! Oh, I miss that girl. It was just the three girls, me, my mom, and Sonia, and seriously, I had so much fun. I have the greatest family ever. I'm the luckiest.<br /><br />I think I need to tell everyone how completely the same my mom and Sonj are. Honestly, they're the same person. <br />They both like the same things <br />Hate the same things <br />Get grossed out by the same things<br />Are clean freaks <br />Get paranoid about every single little thing <br />Get stressed out about pretty much everything <br />and they're definitely both a little frazzle-brained, but that's why I love them. I LOL'd the whole trip. <br /><br />We all bought the same glasses, for $2. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiotCFt-rtLN110WXKJDUhwPuhv9uJM_F8KylNzg-9_BNcAfU_XED4_4L2ZxWmwXG6psm-Dnwgw2kxxgNMUyHGuhDptGqUFH3ZO6-pLKv8mDzLpq9FnP7iAVd-ziiSt25N6c_lJWTqB1bc/s1600/IMG_0794.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiotCFt-rtLN110WXKJDUhwPuhv9uJM_F8KylNzg-9_BNcAfU_XED4_4L2ZxWmwXG6psm-Dnwgw2kxxgNMUyHGuhDptGqUFH3ZO6-pLKv8mDzLpq9FnP7iAVd-ziiSt25N6c_lJWTqB1bc/s320/IMG_0794.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539959347933855426" /></a><br /><br />They're sweet.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguh39Gx18G5kqIL3q17FJjlpRHqi56YyALy9k4ReGeXKozA0Sraf6UJYrPYYUfBIZ30p00QZVcx0zwDYgj975IpKlowimj9uL3SWWYNjal9oj_PBKgbn0C0zII6otFgMbWmZFhHg4892k/s1600/IMG_0791.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguh39Gx18G5kqIL3q17FJjlpRHqi56YyALy9k4ReGeXKozA0Sraf6UJYrPYYUfBIZ30p00QZVcx0zwDYgj975IpKlowimj9uL3SWWYNjal9oj_PBKgbn0C0zII6otFgMbWmZFhHg4892k/s320/IMG_0791.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539959340902943730" /></a><br /><br />Since this whole blog is dedicated to Sonia, here's a little slideshow I made up super quick. The pictures are lame cuz they're all from this year basically with three older ones, but it's the song that everyone needs to listen too.<br />Me and Sonia LOVED Barney. We used to act it out while we watched it, and I had the BIGGEST crush on Michael. Michael from Barney is hot. This song is from Barney, and I think me and Sonia sang it once at a talent show? It's my favorite song. Oh, and I cut the song in half. It was way too long and I didn't have that much pictures. <br /><br /><br /><OBJECT id=BLOG_video-623f23d4a25bded4 class=BLOG_video_class width=320 height=266 contentId="623f23d4a25bded4"></OBJECT>The Seabornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557523755596615760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889009216133059613.post-244081197187435352010-10-25T21:05:00.000-07:002010-10-25T21:28:49.175-07:00awkward....I'm hopeless at keeping up on anything. Okay, what was I thinking having a Scrumptious Sunday? Really, have I stuck to any routine in my whole entire life? No. Was I super busy these past two weeks that I didn't have time to do it? No.<br /><br />On a side note, I'm the most AWKWARD person alive. It's true. My poor visiting teachers. They're the nicest girls alive. They came here this month for the first time because our ward just got switched around, and I'm pretty sure they'll never come again. Actually, they will come again because they're too nice not to, but they're going to dread it. My awkwardness emits off me and absorbs into anyone who's in the same room as me. It was a nightmare for them, I'm sure. Just so awkward.The Seabornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557523755596615760noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889009216133059613.post-3213960072270472672010-10-10T12:09:00.000-07:002010-10-10T12:25:15.326-07:00Scrumptious Sunday: Homemade Chicken Pot PieSundays may just become the only days I blog. The week just goes by so fast!<br /><br />My scrumptious sunday this week WAS going to be S'mores Cookies -- Two of my favorite things baked into one! Chocolate chip cookies and s'mores...sounds delicious, right? I'm sure it would be delicious too if I wasn't such a tard at baking. I failed badly at these cookies.<br /><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyRwZz36xf8LfuyeQCA8HjdtXXdUFW3MCLTLrJwTbPZYbZIf2jDilEHKBWz8ypOUlH6k3LzvEjIkvZew-X2DJrv46DM26exRi73k7aEf-wxMOPYWyzejxzFUc71PcGFje59nS1GWOLWiM/s1600/IMG_0771.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyRwZz36xf8LfuyeQCA8HjdtXXdUFW3MCLTLrJwTbPZYbZIf2jDilEHKBWz8ypOUlH6k3LzvEjIkvZew-X2DJrv46DM26exRi73k7aEf-wxMOPYWyzejxzFUc71PcGFje59nS1GWOLWiM/s320/IMG_0771.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526498677782603442" /></a><br /><br />They look good, but they're doughy on the bottom. I tried cooking the other batch more, and the top burnt bad and the bottom was still doughy. <br /><br />Mine was an epic fail, but if anyone wants to give a try, go to <span style="font-weight:bold;">Mrs. Harding Cooks</span>. It's over there <----------- under good stuff. And if the cookies work out, please invite me over and let me have a taste. <br /><br />So the recipe today? Homemade Chicken Pot Pie. It's my most favorite thing I've made for dinner, and that's probably because it has no vegetables in it and it's SUPER easy to cook. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Ingredients</span><br />1 can of cream of chicken soup<br />1 can of corn, drained<br />2 cups of cubed COOKED chicken or turkey<br />1 package (8 1/2 ounces) corn muffin mix<br />3/4 cup milk<br />1 egg<br />1/2 cup shredded cheese<br /><br />* Heat the oven to 400 degrees. Stir the soup, corn, and chicken in a 9-inch pie plate (I used a casserole dish, and it worked out just fine)<br />* Stir the muffin mix, milk, and egg with a fork in a small bowl until the ingredients are mixed. Spoon over the chicken mixture. (The first time I made this I used all the muffin mix, and the crust ended up WAY too thick. Now when I make it, I just spoon it over until it barely covers all the food. It hardly uses any of the muffin mix)<br />* Bake for 30 minutes or until the cornbread is golden. Sprinkle with cheese.The Seabornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557523755596615760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889009216133059613.post-66397768679962321452010-10-03T09:22:00.000-07:002010-10-03T09:35:59.630-07:00Scrumptious Sunday: Starbucks Caramel Apple SpiceBeing a newly wed and having never cooked anything in my life really, I love coming across good recipes to use. Who doesn't love a good recipe, right? I've decided every Sunday to put a recipe on my blog that's easy enough for me to make and completely scrumptious. Please enjoy my <span style="font-weight:bold;">Scrumptious Sunday</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Starbucks Caramel Apple Spice</span><br />I found this recipe on the internet once when I was craving Caramel Apple Spice SO bad. They key ingredient here is the cinnamon dolce syrup. Lucky for us, Starbucks will sell you a bottle for only $6'ish if they have a lot of it in stock.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1pesrS90VLPsIiHfq85bFeKbAxx6yLptRHLeDj5scrIw57m1KXH0s1dm9o3wn-gQfdGs8VTmT1g08EA4xLxs3SmTZgXz0GlqrkB9DYG2cG6bHnu7wf3Nb5Luxe_lEbhS4UjZt29JakCQ/s1600/627748.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1pesrS90VLPsIiHfq85bFeKbAxx6yLptRHLeDj5scrIw57m1KXH0s1dm9o3wn-gQfdGs8VTmT1g08EA4xLxs3SmTZgXz0GlqrkB9DYG2cG6bHnu7wf3Nb5Luxe_lEbhS4UjZt29JakCQ/s320/627748.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523858135951583106" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Ingredients</span><br />100% Apple Juice<br />Caramel Ice Cream Topping<br />Whipped Cream<br />Starbucks Cinnamon Dolce Syrup<br /><br />All you do is heat up a mug of apple juice in the microwave. Add 1 to 1 1/2 teaspoons of Cinnamon Dolce syrup and a squeeze of caramel ice cream topping and stir. Top with whipped cream and caramel and wah-lah! your very own <span style="font-weight:bold;">Caramel Applce Spic</span>eThe Seabornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557523755596615760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889009216133059613.post-31964407611762402752010-10-01T16:03:00.000-07:002010-10-01T16:23:22.261-07:00ChevyWe got a PUPPY DOG<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifNJWChUGl0jy8ok5-p7GyTGlMc98eC8tRzqXod6oaPp9Ao3FPgAZZrdTfxSR1v9o9npKa16OmEfn4BTdNqXJV46EfXnrbKFaBR-U4NzbOeFGtc-Bj-h8hHKhTceFNrATqYq01qtFVhe8/s1600/IMG_0766.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifNJWChUGl0jy8ok5-p7GyTGlMc98eC8tRzqXod6oaPp9Ao3FPgAZZrdTfxSR1v9o9npKa16OmEfn4BTdNqXJV46EfXnrbKFaBR-U4NzbOeFGtc-Bj-h8hHKhTceFNrATqYq01qtFVhe8/s320/IMG_0766.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523220844309821778" /></a><br /><br />Please understand that I have never had a dog in my whole entire life. False, I had one for about one month once. It's name was buddy, and everytime you'd go to play with it, it'd pee on you. It was a hyper hyper hyper puppy, and we couldn't keep it. The joy of having a dog was certainly short lived.<br /><br />BUT me and Tyler got one yesterday. We named him Chevy, and I think it's safe to say he's about the cutest thing I've ever seen. It melts my heart everytime I look at him. I'm a proud little mother! <br /> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibaydKx_AmAQmzI66JVayeaskmrzkFrSs293oj3QFJHuDOAqmGxgQXPhei_hFDeOD7vNHYD4MHshsQ85dFfu0cmAm4nXOIbUCnrl5Qa5XJeFZCVRLIiyYdMx758gxLYAMVcHbQaijS36M/s1600/photo2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibaydKx_AmAQmzI66JVayeaskmrzkFrSs293oj3QFJHuDOAqmGxgQXPhei_hFDeOD7vNHYD4MHshsQ85dFfu0cmAm4nXOIbUCnrl5Qa5XJeFZCVRLIiyYdMx758gxLYAMVcHbQaijS36M/s320/photo2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523221556366343378" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEighyphenhyphentyFD87QRTyflVV6uBGr1gpA-FoZXOmu6NqMP4lwQU07_WLVXU_RiLzJhkkNdcEg4uKsXE5X9P7fpucpkQbiYWhgYF-gc7kQ7Q-r34pRMK0I4MZaBvcKLrSbWFdU_WYLdwMEqwEfuM/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEighyphenhyphentyFD87QRTyflVV6uBGr1gpA-FoZXOmu6NqMP4lwQU07_WLVXU_RiLzJhkkNdcEg4uKsXE5X9P7fpucpkQbiYWhgYF-gc7kQ7Q-r34pRMK0I4MZaBvcKLrSbWFdU_WYLdwMEqwEfuM/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523221547868104946" /></a>The Seabornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557523755596615760noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889009216133059613.post-91260208731925603382010-09-27T19:59:00.000-07:002010-09-27T20:59:22.149-07:00There Was Love In the AirHurray for marriage! I've been married a month and two weeks, and I can truthfully say that I have loved every second of it. I'm not even lying. I should have met Tyler years ago and got married then. <br />I have all my wedding pictures finally, and I just have to say that Meghan is THE greatest. She took all these pictures and I love every single one of them, so THANK YOU so much, Meghan.<br />Here's a little story of the special day.<br /><br />Once upon a time there were two people very much in love. <br />Their names were Brittney<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlooMakLIGt3ZKp7NvtjLs8xZl9bIsJtrshnYlzz9fZ9S-bPUwvzMyIeDqk6JOnF7dL8XoX_U4SCUVPftmTcOsU6khp1UZsnnzq11Fbq7ixwwJlXGlLZ9ToCibMYzA9GtPIOhxjxWcJ9U/s1600/TylerBrittWED94.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlooMakLIGt3ZKp7NvtjLs8xZl9bIsJtrshnYlzz9fZ9S-bPUwvzMyIeDqk6JOnF7dL8XoX_U4SCUVPftmTcOsU6khp1UZsnnzq11Fbq7ixwwJlXGlLZ9ToCibMYzA9GtPIOhxjxWcJ9U/s320/TylerBrittWED94.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521798624613343426" /></a><br />And Tyler<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY02KWgB_sckJ4EYpq0Os1Ue-q_0g1RwiObLTvfFJ4T2bDrj1zHcrQnGXMxArp_2lChiEa_PDiPPerclSAdW1zuUnGGQyjzXOG_rCw8TBQ_FEKa_uH-z5QkWsgYv7K4cZkC6FHr35tIvU/s1600/TylerBrittWED96.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY02KWgB_sckJ4EYpq0Os1Ue-q_0g1RwiObLTvfFJ4T2bDrj1zHcrQnGXMxArp_2lChiEa_PDiPPerclSAdW1zuUnGGQyjzXOG_rCw8TBQ_FEKa_uH-z5QkWsgYv7K4cZkC6FHr35tIvU/s320/TylerBrittWED96.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521799540576313682" /></a><br />They were married August 14th, 2010<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWSHHzDIoo0TzqANkZO2JQXuAf0J2a6lujIeP9xT5-nrHE98du0lOjUFYNa0HEbGjNX5W5YUjlJU_ozbNa2_ELsgT2c0TeWAwcP5u5ftz3CzpePnTEbhhN2CfQbz6tUmUfmQyzdo3gwWA/s1600/TylerBrittWED177.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWSHHzDIoo0TzqANkZO2JQXuAf0J2a6lujIeP9xT5-nrHE98du0lOjUFYNa0HEbGjNX5W5YUjlJU_ozbNa2_ELsgT2c0TeWAwcP5u5ftz3CzpePnTEbhhN2CfQbz6tUmUfmQyzdo3gwWA/s320/TylerBrittWED177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521800101349483394" /></a><br />On their very special magical day they had the cutest flower girls by far,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUV5WqX_G9J_6WODWMiinJGHItd7AZBM_3P_Q-uPviHf3H0RDbIdC-jRaSVWYGrVYvGoEUMaUZMkBJRlb0m1UqSGHmKK-rlX2Fgcmyp-Ow4NG6okJFWq-3tO_t6BjTsw5dg0p6bvLo0Pg/s1600/TylerBrittWED189.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUV5WqX_G9J_6WODWMiinJGHItd7AZBM_3P_Q-uPviHf3H0RDbIdC-jRaSVWYGrVYvGoEUMaUZMkBJRlb0m1UqSGHmKK-rlX2Fgcmyp-Ow4NG6okJFWq-3tO_t6BjTsw5dg0p6bvLo0Pg/s320/TylerBrittWED189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521801158637015954" /></a><br />A gorgeous maid of honor,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4eb5ZB-cSMO9Tx6cV5joaJ5pwFkRjDd4eXQeIv3phey86m5keG62FdyfWSDAFWwppeXBbb6HVf0Pb7RP6LAMBLtobMee89K7az01xNfodgxHUAr4Hwh0MCVK084spotzxTkblACOCwDk/s1600/TylerBrittWED114.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4eb5ZB-cSMO9Tx6cV5joaJ5pwFkRjDd4eXQeIv3phey86m5keG62FdyfWSDAFWwppeXBbb6HVf0Pb7RP6LAMBLtobMee89K7az01xNfodgxHUAr4Hwh0MCVK084spotzxTkblACOCwDk/s320/TylerBrittWED114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521802954182426946" /></a><br />And a very handsome best man.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGsUWNxICNrwtx3h2ijUNMZUrnJdFHi8Hr61joaKRfYyXZffkLnwxiIHOFNxXFMzZkxYBn85hAyHePn7XuovzUgaYPSlwKB3OXL5oa8adz4jD8oM_1dG2dneS3rZT0HGKoh5OH5ZTYIaA/s1600/TylerBrittWED141.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGsUWNxICNrwtx3h2ijUNMZUrnJdFHi8Hr61joaKRfYyXZffkLnwxiIHOFNxXFMzZkxYBn85hAyHePn7XuovzUgaYPSlwKB3OXL5oa8adz4jD8oM_1dG2dneS3rZT0HGKoh5OH5ZTYIaA/s320/TylerBrittWED141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521803928527108818" /></a><br />Brittney's flower of choice were the Billy Balls<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitJg3PrKYiSdDXSPKfJBDGF_ytXGbnm5JjKq9wgzy6UfaD5Mc290XR_UEaZ2pJMwxKY6D72CfFWk2P00coIIfC84O2X9gJ5wL4kfYUjHB4upAheAUwt7okN_lQnB0TQwyCubyKZSoO4jI/s1600/TylerBrittWED126.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitJg3PrKYiSdDXSPKfJBDGF_ytXGbnm5JjKq9wgzy6UfaD5Mc290XR_UEaZ2pJMwxKY6D72CfFWk2P00coIIfC84O2X9gJ5wL4kfYUjHB4upAheAUwt7okN_lQnB0TQwyCubyKZSoO4jI/s320/TylerBrittWED126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521804557973754354" /></a><br />She has awesome possum friends that came to share her fabulous day<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgSjuyJwi2-akRLkJkvLuri5VlN8rksoHXTEafELRYfNjkalUGVQcK8CxuwJ2zB0dh8W8-hiSnZcBYCgH7l5wsrmYjZ4NY0c7V9qb6jzSk__D9GFvQmZCHug8lvsOUI9bb6nNfg_wP6s8/s1600/TylerBrittWED247.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgSjuyJwi2-akRLkJkvLuri5VlN8rksoHXTEafELRYfNjkalUGVQcK8CxuwJ2zB0dh8W8-hiSnZcBYCgH7l5wsrmYjZ4NY0c7V9qb6jzSk__D9GFvQmZCHug8lvsOUI9bb6nNfg_wP6s8/s320/TylerBrittWED247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521805630191480162" /></a><br />Tyler has some fabulous sisters that he gets to share with Brittney now.<br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLhXKvL6mCMBRvYnK1cThJbx5KbMOCo3fr6Jbtzyf6ETU3FVtQSFwgd9bm_UOClz0WiShL6iUJ6Sjo8-Mbd9mXlBRH4r5AQFMDpsFKPNp02dtQyCRTYjYBEk_dU3h3vU1Z4-BtQ-zwNqI/s1600/TylerBrittWED214.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLhXKvL6mCMBRvYnK1cThJbx5KbMOCo3fr6Jbtzyf6ETU3FVtQSFwgd9bm_UOClz0WiShL6iUJ6Sjo8-Mbd9mXlBRH4r5AQFMDpsFKPNp02dtQyCRTYjYBEk_dU3h3vU1Z4-BtQ-zwNqI/s320/TylerBrittWED214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521806449903309138" /></a><br />And now that they're married, they're all one big happy family....yay!! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXNWUgX1uNEUR9ZpcLCvTEDouzSKwO_c0SfNrVJak3RkbQTLvLAQE_l4sdFz_D0cr2ThZU_4NZjA0zSOi4AGDo4v0Z21Mk-PJyJL1Bl13n-SHT5bM4fE7sk-Ss1HVa_j17AtyZjmgElTo/s1600/TylerBrittWED232.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXNWUgX1uNEUR9ZpcLCvTEDouzSKwO_c0SfNrVJak3RkbQTLvLAQE_l4sdFz_D0cr2ThZU_4NZjA0zSOi4AGDo4v0Z21Mk-PJyJL1Bl13n-SHT5bM4fE7sk-Ss1HVa_j17AtyZjmgElTo/s320/TylerBrittWED232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521807798551186050" /></a><br />And They Lived Happily Ever After<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwWEEc4ZuxZ8AoLsPEIrhnM1L_dpvosr6saq5qxkr4ZB6B5JeQkcnqLFVjyZByUqxufnmKbE-zJAhGD8fmnShctMxp2L7epe6K65smqf5Z9JaZ1g-K4fLPil-awVP1RgvqhodUgIyu0qU/s1600/Tyler+BrittWED.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwWEEc4ZuxZ8AoLsPEIrhnM1L_dpvosr6saq5qxkr4ZB6B5JeQkcnqLFVjyZByUqxufnmKbE-zJAhGD8fmnShctMxp2L7epe6K65smqf5Z9JaZ1g-K4fLPil-awVP1RgvqhodUgIyu0qU/s320/Tyler+BrittWED.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521808453177180978" /></a><br />The End.The Seabornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557523755596615760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889009216133059613.post-60633032693676351662010-09-25T09:50:00.000-07:002010-09-25T09:57:50.851-07:00Only Just Love ItI did something I shouldn't have today, and I will never do it again until I have so much money that I don't know what to do with it.<br />I went to the Anthropologie website. <br />Big mistake. I love everything on there all the time, but it's always way too much money. Usually I can deal with it, but today I saw something, and I want it SSSSOOOOO bad. I only just LOVE it. And I even was going to buy it. I knew it was going to be a little bit on the pricey side, but I loved it so much that I'd probably pay anything for it. Except $230. I'm not that rich yet. Some day. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCAiJcgW-dcKYvKfHF2-_l0oFhHruq1GdHOPrZ0bcQoMC4_smz5_o9uI5mRPo1_sSebvKy0ftN9R9EGS1xm944awfNZbZ6KrZp8Zv_Bwn3038-LyT_WI5wkUoGGbQl5-bnif-QL9KrbT4/s1600/dress.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCAiJcgW-dcKYvKfHF2-_l0oFhHruq1GdHOPrZ0bcQoMC4_smz5_o9uI5mRPo1_sSebvKy0ftN9R9EGS1xm944awfNZbZ6KrZp8Zv_Bwn3038-LyT_WI5wkUoGGbQl5-bnif-QL9KrbT4/s320/dress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520896148977895730" /></a><br /><br />Isn't it a beauty? I'm crushed.The Seabornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557523755596615760noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889009216133059613.post-52803896220826812412010-09-23T20:11:00.001-07:002010-09-23T20:29:16.355-07:00I'm AliveDon't worry, me and Tyler are still alive. I know you were all worried since I haven't blogged for a while, but that's only because NOTHING ever happens to us. As soon as I get wedding pictures from Meg I'll put them up and tell you all about the wedding. It was magical and perfect in every way. <br />We have a dead gecko sitting on our stairs outside. If anyone would like to get it away from here, go right ahead.The Seabornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557523755596615760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889009216133059613.post-1852607453738535232010-08-25T17:08:00.000-07:002010-08-25T18:07:52.896-07:00Scaredy-CatsMe and Tyler need to stop watching scary shows before we go to bed. At night time we are both the biggest <strong>babies</strong> I know. I'm not kidding. <br /><br />Take, for example, Monday night. I fell asleep way before Tyler like I do every night, but this time he woke me up and said, Brittney, someone is outside our window. If anyone knows me, you know not to wake me up once I'm sleeping. I am the <strong>grumpiest</strong> person alive when that happens. So I call Tyler a baby and that he needs to stop being so paranoid and stop watching scary shows and go to bed. Only, after I say this, I see the shadows he's talking about. Definitely looked like a person. So I said a little prayer in my head to help calm us both down so we'd be able to sleep. Right after I'm done praying, seriously something tells me to get out of the house now. So I tell Tyler and we're both shaking like crazy and he grabs a knife and we run to our car. If anyone saw us, they would think we were going crazy. Tyler had no shirt on holding a huge knife and I just threw on some clothes that didn't match at all. <br /><br />We end up staying in a hotel that night because I was not coming back. I have never been more scared in my life. I was positive we were going to come back with the house broken into. <br /><br />Turns out nothing happened to our house, and I really doubt anything would have happened if we stayed. All the doors were locked and the windows were closed, but we both had such an uneasy feeling that night. It was CRAZY. <br /><br />Now me and Tyler sleep in the spare room because there's only one way in there and we lock the door and there's lights outside the window. Honestly, the biggest <strong>scaredy-cats</strong> in the world. <br /><br />On a lighter note, Tyler took some pictures of me on the beach with my dress on. Here's a few he took! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA7mmeKwHgo9-UIbsHczogFV9ZscQakPmfHd9K4eHmtFuKEC4OuF1hzvuk5gI0a6XrfMsiY1BeMQLeZJ_y51pi0FHjyLYlqDEP3iqigmx8YS5Z-_6hcpOseknTMKzu7kJut-ey6QVJrNo/s1600/9459130702_DBfpz.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA7mmeKwHgo9-UIbsHczogFV9ZscQakPmfHd9K4eHmtFuKEC4OuF1hzvuk5gI0a6XrfMsiY1BeMQLeZJ_y51pi0FHjyLYlqDEP3iqigmx8YS5Z-_6hcpOseknTMKzu7kJut-ey6QVJrNo/s320/9459130702_DBfpz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509507877276364210" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfGHQdxo81J5OOluBUj-EEegRzA7lvmzffnqvCDgaw30rtm3mQKsrj62zegXTrBZWwRHYml6vYV_yCIlYx6fQsRmdvz_g-Jg2rV2gH5qDu5kHEn476VnvK1GVK6H-0EzUsW7qgNMZbZ6s/s1600/9459054682_zXrP6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfGHQdxo81J5OOluBUj-EEegRzA7lvmzffnqvCDgaw30rtm3mQKsrj62zegXTrBZWwRHYml6vYV_yCIlYx6fQsRmdvz_g-Jg2rV2gH5qDu5kHEn476VnvK1GVK6H-0EzUsW7qgNMZbZ6s/s320/9459054682_zXrP6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509507868481228034" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-e5pHr3CWNoDdpx27J9CHrSprw5SWP2v0gQ6DFuMpqXqosDRrsNFMU94h9BSHpPBJ0nltLffH7RiJavfYwTfG2tm5hLIVHU4e-PQWeBRYKc2HNkljIlTeX7aDAzotCc_uDPvRVuNyALc/s1600/9459005914_wcTpG.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-e5pHr3CWNoDdpx27J9CHrSprw5SWP2v0gQ6DFuMpqXqosDRrsNFMU94h9BSHpPBJ0nltLffH7RiJavfYwTfG2tm5hLIVHU4e-PQWeBRYKc2HNkljIlTeX7aDAzotCc_uDPvRVuNyALc/s320/9459005914_wcTpG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509507856582195106" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheuRfmfeNneu4FCVOuK6hqqEp12u00KEPMYS5jAjmugSaPCD4cWZCSe3lMx-6Ee7E6_hYL4AnZ1rR_OI4xcUDM-61peLHb7doKP38SYBOl6uhX4P5rMmo5Q_9Zy4KTUiyNValvaq1LeK8/s1600/9458903652_8KVBN.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheuRfmfeNneu4FCVOuK6hqqEp12u00KEPMYS5jAjmugSaPCD4cWZCSe3lMx-6Ee7E6_hYL4AnZ1rR_OI4xcUDM-61peLHb7doKP38SYBOl6uhX4P5rMmo5Q_9Zy4KTUiyNValvaq1LeK8/s320/9458903652_8KVBN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509507850035251202" /></a>The Seabornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557523755596615760noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889009216133059613.post-82362253174096157282010-08-22T18:52:00.000-07:002010-08-22T19:11:24.106-07:00In a Land Called Hanalei<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9uv1yqdOXTw9wZrmDEaXzQQN-SsPKmftt7Td13E-mJr5GKhFxTJ6s56k8H3g2uZ5vsGwTV2akxVKI796p7PuKbRg9xGGn4h8VnLvqCIl1221lHJBZFBEWHxxgFje4mTxq7xMZOrhKGSI/s1600/puff_the_magic.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9uv1yqdOXTw9wZrmDEaXzQQN-SsPKmftt7Td13E-mJr5GKhFxTJ6s56k8H3g2uZ5vsGwTV2akxVKI796p7PuKbRg9xGGn4h8VnLvqCIl1221lHJBZFBEWHxxgFje4mTxq7xMZOrhKGSI/s320/puff_the_magic.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508420392791537090" /></a><br />When I was little my dad would always sing 'Puff the Magic Dragon' to me. Every night it was either that or 'I Was Born on a Wanderin' Star', so when I got to Kauai and I opened a magazine that read <span style="font-weight:bold;">In a Land Called Hanalei</span>, I got all excited thinking this was Puff the Magic Dragon's home. I googled it though, and it's not. Puff lives in Honah Lee or something like that, BUT it's still cool, I think.<br /><br />Hanalei is this little town, and the only way you can get to it is by crossing a bunch of one-way bridges. Once you get there, I think it's the prettiest part of the island. It's here where the most gorgeous beaches are -- Tunnels Beach, the beach from South Pacific. Everything is just so pretty. We've been to Hanalei three times since we've been here. <br /><br />We went there again yesterday, but first we decided to go check out Queen's Bath. This is what we saw when we got there. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIBd6n4kjWSWwdkxEGzC9iuPiN396lGJp-u-sJKzDvTSHDNEeHGUdGJnC0uLMbtGW46KjuGLNmKkFT5TX0h5lyWXvzh_TVk-3pbewRBkO3n_MQg73M8BLYExY2PplnrLMoXTa9H-xftAA/s1600/IMG_0700.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIBd6n4kjWSWwdkxEGzC9iuPiN396lGJp-u-sJKzDvTSHDNEeHGUdGJnC0uLMbtGW46KjuGLNmKkFT5TX0h5lyWXvzh_TVk-3pbewRBkO3n_MQg73M8BLYExY2PplnrLMoXTa9H-xftAA/s320/IMG_0700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508421844849611922" /></a><br /><br />I definitely didn't want to be number 30, and neither did Tyler, so we took some pictures, and headed to Hanalei!The Seabornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557523755596615760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889009216133059613.post-22199535877163648372010-08-20T11:57:00.001-07:002010-08-20T12:17:16.633-07:00Lobster FacesMe and a bunch of friends went down to Hawaii once about a year after we graduated. We almost missed a couple of our flights, we lost our luggage, and we swam with the sharks. I think it's safe to say we had the time of our lives -- well I most certainly did! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggnYCTUWlOhRqPab8j-TXur9JGnogE3RHuY2XJJcerkC-8SNudr5te9B7hXkDMOHdJz945bVni3pCCxYVb1PghzBA49Prver3VwIQPIw8x3BMHhS0VsAExhA8R8ptOOXEvTpybeLxgFYU/s1600/n517629322_415908_4875.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggnYCTUWlOhRqPab8j-TXur9JGnogE3RHuY2XJJcerkC-8SNudr5te9B7hXkDMOHdJz945bVni3pCCxYVb1PghzBA49Prver3VwIQPIw8x3BMHhS0VsAExhA8R8ptOOXEvTpybeLxgFYU/s320/n517629322_415908_4875.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507569587550011938" /></a><br />One day me and Angela, I think, were walking back from the beach. We walked past a bunch of kids going on a school field trip or something, and every single kid in that line called me and Angela <span style="font-weight:bold;">lobster faces</span>. We might have been a LITTLE bit burnt! <br /><br />Today, me and Tyler are lobster faces. We fried yesterday. It hurts me to even sit because my legs are so burnt. I love getting burnt. That means it will turn into a tan... right?<br /><br />We went to <span style="font-weight:bold;">Tunnels Beach</span> yesterday. I HIGHLY recommend it to anybody who's in Kauai. I've come to realize this whole island is beautiful, but this beach was amazing. The beach was huge and the water was blue, blue, blue. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgqL3XnYRlGAtX_jBZyrrw0OAKinCp5QZrqirjiDDqP75tCaYodEhuaJk_cpycA4qHIE1ODAWh_EXfptzC7yiI1Cr2UGnTQ1AEe7YyV99fYKtcFdwm2Zy_vhjY4CvG1A9yuBQ3c1NAjoU/s1600/IMG_0676.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgqL3XnYRlGAtX_jBZyrrw0OAKinCp5QZrqirjiDDqP75tCaYodEhuaJk_cpycA4qHIE1ODAWh_EXfptzC7yiI1Cr2UGnTQ1AEe7YyV99fYKtcFdwm2Zy_vhjY4CvG1A9yuBQ3c1NAjoU/s320/IMG_0676.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507572877071773730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzAL6VJ-j8sLsZ3HjR6jUHNZjvKFnGpA1myaEcZwAHwp-adpSEGCb5aoFS0kCDDjNrBLo89p_WQaTDSZC7SsePqsoxcJLb-GOYn2Y3GZ8c_Wj5zqD__PA36ovrIn36YICHfWyLytydpUE/s1600/IMG_0673.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzAL6VJ-j8sLsZ3HjR6jUHNZjvKFnGpA1myaEcZwAHwp-adpSEGCb5aoFS0kCDDjNrBLo89p_WQaTDSZC7SsePqsoxcJLb-GOYn2Y3GZ8c_Wj5zqD__PA36ovrIn36YICHfWyLytydpUE/s320/IMG_0673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507572864052134450" /></a>The Seabornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557523755596615760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889009216133059613.post-85863203330590909272010-08-19T11:47:00.000-07:002010-08-19T12:07:58.059-07:00Hideaways BeachSo I know you guys are all dying to know what happened with the car. Everything got worked out! Phew! We took the expensive car back and got another car for SUPER cheap. Happy Days! It has a dent in it and makes funny noises and the AC doesn't work if we're not moving, but it was cheap! What more could you ask for?<br /><br />We went to our first beach yesterday! Which is sad considering we were here for a whole day before that. The beach is called Hideaways Beach. We had to walk a mile to get there because there was no parking spots, and trust me, a mile in this humid weather almost killed me. I'm such a baby. We get to this little path we have to follow and we come across this sketchy stairway that is honestly pretty much straight up and down. I didn't take a picture of it, but here's one I stole from google. <br /><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOmIWNdCoHAyPQHSM3lvE3uOLTf5QoKXomBAWle4utz70pPIZqRravX6dMJJa0uMoWbrsTMTF-pGGcODq1rBCapMPabPDpR0aPRHCyE0EdBLB7ZACFIqF19L4D4K-RMoX72gHpJuQRV3g/s1600/staircase.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOmIWNdCoHAyPQHSM3lvE3uOLTf5QoKXomBAWle4utz70pPIZqRravX6dMJJa0uMoWbrsTMTF-pGGcODq1rBCapMPabPDpR0aPRHCyE0EdBLB7ZACFIqF19L4D4K-RMoX72gHpJuQRV3g/s320/staircase.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507197524382145442" /></a><br />It's even steeper than that it some parts, and half way down some of the railings just turn into pieces of rope. It was well worth the hike though! The beach was magical and hardly no one was there. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEYa4gJKHyPMTSi1qPZrMnaV5D5QEGSXqGUKTaZ-Dnh3O2qqJTlVRn9HnjP1AvdivIOLF0tlBGYqvlgnEE4Nwkbq-OHqXCLm1K9RASBpBm7iKZVCUdMIkRktUawRyvz4x_p2gd00kM1x8/s1600/IMG_0664.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEYa4gJKHyPMTSi1qPZrMnaV5D5QEGSXqGUKTaZ-Dnh3O2qqJTlVRn9HnjP1AvdivIOLF0tlBGYqvlgnEE4Nwkbq-OHqXCLm1K9RASBpBm7iKZVCUdMIkRktUawRyvz4x_p2gd00kM1x8/s320/IMG_0664.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507198921886027202" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLkwD2s_48VDKMZUfa2thGiO04gl6eNXlQapR_VKWkwNEyb3Zua9PKnwvecX5HZl0cwNzRNz0nSFKwlKabIQiU9pY_yuFgPINUYAzwbVoO0qn1-TCClEBRh2_JhT3eTTWiCpQzGOcrnkU/s1600/IMG_0663.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLkwD2s_48VDKMZUfa2thGiO04gl6eNXlQapR_VKWkwNEyb3Zua9PKnwvecX5HZl0cwNzRNz0nSFKwlKabIQiU9pY_yuFgPINUYAzwbVoO0qn1-TCClEBRh2_JhT3eTTWiCpQzGOcrnkU/s320/IMG_0663.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507198917021363778" /></a><br /><br />We tried going grocery shopping last night after the beach. Can someone PLEASE tell me how the heck you're supposed to shop for two people? I've never been good at grocery shopping, but we're really in a pickle because we have no money, and groceries cost so dang much! So, my four blog followers.... literally I have four.... who just all happen to be newly weds sort of, please enlighten me!The Seabornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557523755596615760noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889009216133059613.post-48815735273250881222010-08-17T12:03:00.000-07:002010-08-17T14:31:09.799-07:00Mrs. Tyler Seaborn<span style="font-weight:bold;">Me and Tyler are married :) Oh, I just love him. </span><br />I can't wait for our pictures to come. Meghan has a little sneak peak of our wedding on her website. Go check them out, they're fabulous. http://www.meghanmaxwell.com/<br /><br />We're in Hawaii right now, and it's a DISASTER SO FAR. Okay, so maybe I'm exaggerating just a little bit. How can Hawaii be a disaster. We're in Kauai right now, and it's beautiful. I have never seen anything like this. Only it's raining, pouring actually. But it's supposed to stop on Thursday and it's just all sun after that.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEildNzkc3ISmWBjyq68qu3QPXQUd2tiENSkSPsae99G58hi88D1oUeW7VRoCKmLET7FSX1TxDWrC_5045B2VgKX56yey4JkgnUqhXF8YwHuz383yS5SlAaSKQ8FQVNpllxOqQcjop0raZE/s1600/1438540377_3a0bd0053d.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEildNzkc3ISmWBjyq68qu3QPXQUd2tiENSkSPsae99G58hi88D1oUeW7VRoCKmLET7FSX1TxDWrC_5045B2VgKX56yey4JkgnUqhXF8YwHuz383yS5SlAaSKQ8FQVNpllxOqQcjop0raZE/s320/1438540377_3a0bd0053d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506461105333774802" /></a><br />It's beautiful<br /><br />So about the disaster part, obviously me and Tyler are just <span style="font-weight:bold;">two young stupid Canadians</span>. We got to Hawaii just fine. We didn't miss a flight and we always pretty much knew exactly what we were doing in the airport, it's just once we got to Kauai at midnight Canada time that things started to get a little hectic.<br /><br />We went to go get our car that we reserved on the internet. We were excited because we got it for real cheap. We get there, and it wasn't so cheap. I guess everything adds up. Everything costs money! And to make everything worse, our credit card wouldn't work. I knew it wasn't going to work because we had used it on the weekend, and the whole entire way to Hawaii I was trying to pay if off on my online banking, but it wouldn't work. It's never done that before. I've never had ANY problems. It's because we used it on Sunday the day before we left. <span style="font-weight:bold;">That's what we get</span>. I think me and Tyler both learned our lesson. <br /><br />Anyways, so the girl that was helping us, who was the nicest girl ever, was like "it's okay we take debit," so that was a relief. I hand her our debit card, and obviously that doesn't work. Why would it right? Luckily, they have a ATM right there, so we told her I'd just go take cash out. Yeah, that didn't happen. Turns out you can only take $400 out every 24 hours. That wasn't enough money. <br /><br />So then I phone my mom and tell her what happened and she gives me her credit card number over the phone. I'm thinking that this will work just fine, but we were having the <span style="font-weight:bold;">worst luck ever</span>, and they wouldn't take it without the actual card. <br /><br />So we end up just paying for half of it. We were there for about two hours I bet, so we didn't get to our place until 2 o'clock Canada time. We were exhausted. <br /><br />We have to go back tomorrow to pay for the rest, but our credit card is still not working. We don't know what to do!! <br />So, wish us luck and pray that everything will work out for us tomorrow. We're a little worried and stressed.<br /><br />Besides this little episode, married life has been fantastic. I can't believe I get to spend the rest of my life with my Ty Baby. <br />Look how cute him and Travis are :) <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXDzI192KoUTI2RS14_dNsT1WfX_aDivMAlYxJ5OjYr578shiIVRjtyN1sgYkLIMiqkB4Ko0UNx-tLruxX2_A_Z326onScwnu4jyDe4B4ov4nldBgUpaq24LJzIr3_e7bALmF5hjULIP8/s1600/IMG_0647.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXDzI192KoUTI2RS14_dNsT1WfX_aDivMAlYxJ5OjYr578shiIVRjtyN1sgYkLIMiqkB4Ko0UNx-tLruxX2_A_Z326onScwnu4jyDe4B4ov4nldBgUpaq24LJzIr3_e7bALmF5hjULIP8/s320/IMG_0647.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506466840362189522" /></a><span style="font-weight:bold;">I'm the luckiest.</span>The Seabornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557523755596615760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889009216133059613.post-5424539709237666692010-07-13T13:54:00.000-07:002010-07-13T14:57:21.586-07:00Fam Fam ReunionsHeggie family reunions = pretty much always a good time. <br />This year was especially fun because Tyler got to come with me, and I even got to put his name on the family tree thing!! That's how close we are to getting married. Can I just say that I can't even hardly wait! There's 32 more days, and that's 32 days too long. <br /><br />Here are the best parts of the family reunion.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Massive Slip & Slide</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnzIamtbyIo6hTEwZ_mHYN3_Xtur3OU94I_uoOhEnH4IJg7zcKEeotst3s23HqIiozOPgfnI5iGXUmG1dYyCAe_r-qrnEtxNcReVMLG0h-O305jgJ8slgOT7Yf8p_HwbBSR0b1dHAW1cs/s1600/IMG_5283.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnzIamtbyIo6hTEwZ_mHYN3_Xtur3OU94I_uoOhEnH4IJg7zcKEeotst3s23HqIiozOPgfnI5iGXUmG1dYyCAe_r-qrnEtxNcReVMLG0h-O305jgJ8slgOT7Yf8p_HwbBSR0b1dHAW1cs/s320/IMG_5283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493500228474880050"></a><br />Notice the death grip I have on Sonia's arm.<br />I peed my pants every time I went down. It scared me a lot.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Zorbs?</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ZwKZNXNmP6UnlkeBVJRbRrQZZagq0hfMS9moV8uqW6C3DdM5Vns8hnCCvR1CZbJtk3NYCwnl2u9Mu2mfgLkCsToGueCw9XbWM1JOwlz1-LJ64I5SahkpYi5bRXPbdvisyF2hIHE3duI/s1600/IMG_0603.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ZwKZNXNmP6UnlkeBVJRbRrQZZagq0hfMS9moV8uqW6C3DdM5Vns8hnCCvR1CZbJtk3NYCwnl2u9Mu2mfgLkCsToGueCw9XbWM1JOwlz1-LJ64I5SahkpYi5bRXPbdvisyF2hIHE3duI/s320/IMG_0603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493501651501970722"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYEe_HB-Rz8jQYns73Qul8VfWtyRKTIyq6fFWdu_vNu5CkIdUGAeQn522dkKQBxuUrCytD9XAXXZ-s4mcK8ZNkXtWmT9Cw1pDf_izX9Ca3eIk230lAD4FmVaXk-1fUwJWLdmvcUPeEbJE/s1600/IMG_0596.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYEe_HB-Rz8jQYns73Qul8VfWtyRKTIyq6fFWdu_vNu5CkIdUGAeQn522dkKQBxuUrCytD9XAXXZ-s4mcK8ZNkXtWmT9Cw1pDf_izX9Ca3eIk230lAD4FmVaXk-1fUwJWLdmvcUPeEbJE/s320/IMG_0596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493501643958586386"></a><br />The day before we went to the reunion I was looking at these zorb things and I told Tyler I wanted to do it this summer. The ones I was looking at were in Calgary and about 73 times bigger, but these were close. <br /><br />Too bad I couldn't work it and would just get stuck upside down every time I tried.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzGYYbED9WCrxOhQvQsnjyNNNbBNyFKrnVdUaktrZ2SB9loYsA8lXA5nPGwN7VM1wgqS92tHPW0zdgl12rAdw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />p.s. I have baby fever. There are cute babies all around me!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7XsBpiWZY0JzOem5fKjFJnTa7QFRzcJjANMeK9wsh4tJx0Bd1dl5zCWGxZ5vbyjmNlRXSWqgGUIuMDHwE7vWyuyVTOmyx8QrBjX0Q2oSmc_EmQv8WHUWHDrV0WKwDzVoYizWBUhfUL84/s1600/IMG_5291.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7XsBpiWZY0JzOem5fKjFJnTa7QFRzcJjANMeK9wsh4tJx0Bd1dl5zCWGxZ5vbyjmNlRXSWqgGUIuMDHwE7vWyuyVTOmyx8QrBjX0Q2oSmc_EmQv8WHUWHDrV0WKwDzVoYizWBUhfUL84/s320/IMG_5291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493513013096828962" /></a>The Seabornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557523755596615760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889009216133059613.post-62318392350587905332010-06-25T17:38:00.001-07:002010-06-25T18:13:59.786-07:00Oh, The Places You'll GoThis week I had to work in Medicine Hat. Three days in a row. That right there should make you feel blessed and appreciative of the fact that you do not have to do that. The lawyers were all super nice and the witnesses were cute old men and I loved them, so I guess it really wasn't that bad. I really don't even mind working in Medicine Hat, but what I do mind is having to stay over night there in a hotel...by myself! I have never in my life done anything by myself. I took all my lifeguarding courses with friends, I went to college with friends, I moved to Edmonton with friends. I always ALWAYS make someone go with me. I don't like experiencing things by myself. I guess there's a first for everything. I didn't know what to do once I got to the hotel. I had hours to waste before I could go to sleep, so basically I sat on the bed and worked on my transcripts. When I finally did go to bed, guess what I found in the sheets! Long black hair. Oh, gross. I'm too shy to go do anything about it, so I just went and slept on the other side of the bed, and I slept like a baby until I had to wake up at 6 in the morning. Way too early for me. Best part of the hotel? The bedspread by far. Check it out.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq6GW4hHuBjbkbNFCkhi8qjp-gBfF6tkhcaxCJ4MuiUWu1fagd_yxzoXC4VtUjVPx8S9_pwC6XAHeC6GkI3HGJbUlgbYJDqUp44zdutQiZeu2D-0VqQcHhZjgKl73wgII-QOqj6qMNHGc/s1600/IMG_0525.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq6GW4hHuBjbkbNFCkhi8qjp-gBfF6tkhcaxCJ4MuiUWu1fagd_yxzoXC4VtUjVPx8S9_pwC6XAHeC6GkI3HGJbUlgbYJDqUp44zdutQiZeu2D-0VqQcHhZjgKl73wgII-QOqj6qMNHGc/s320/IMG_0525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486884048867472578" /></a> Lovely eh? If you can see it good enough, don't forget to look at the flamingo. Best part.<br />Also, me and Tyler played with chalk the other day. Everyone laughed at us when they'd walk by. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEHVk9Wk5Hvb3s0NgGXp37K-h1zp1QjCJPDN2cMEC7rD_comhVN-6cjrE9rkNqix-sdM8xA6U2aMfKY8UI_0zld_dO7V3oFBdu4d_C2R443CWbdpy4Rog4RHGJAO-VrdNgVD2uO7FrYmM/s1600/IMG_0523.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEHVk9Wk5Hvb3s0NgGXp37K-h1zp1QjCJPDN2cMEC7rD_comhVN-6cjrE9rkNqix-sdM8xA6U2aMfKY8UI_0zld_dO7V3oFBdu4d_C2R443CWbdpy4Rog4RHGJAO-VrdNgVD2uO7FrYmM/s320/IMG_0523.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486882578507349970" /></a>The Seabornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557523755596615760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889009216133059613.post-58939272865769037702010-06-21T18:29:00.000-07:002010-06-21T18:48:49.485-07:00Father's Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR2gDXZEfeW9fzpjPGxA6zrfSg5LbUSgGGiko06YCaJxiEZwh0m0CeT8VQxK6G3f_S-zsD3_LrlofcNK_hhuXQqfMJcHw8_Pw2U1-DjjcEjoyv7iQT1dTHWSQWyQIWuCLtyhtyFx-hFXY/s1600/6454_111864999322_517629322_2063487_6817321_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR2gDXZEfeW9fzpjPGxA6zrfSg5LbUSgGGiko06YCaJxiEZwh0m0CeT8VQxK6G3f_S-zsD3_LrlofcNK_hhuXQqfMJcHw8_Pw2U1-DjjcEjoyv7iQT1dTHWSQWyQIWuCLtyhtyFx-hFXY/s320/6454_111864999322_517629322_2063487_6817321_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485408979523529986" /></a><br /><br />This is my dad, and I LOVE my dad. <br />I love lots of things about my dad, way too much to list, but here are my top 5 things I love about my dad.<br />1. He still gives me hugs. I may be 21, but as long as I'm living, I will always need my dad's hugs. <br />2. He can talk to ANYONE. Seriously. We mock him a lot about this because he'll talk to anyone wherever we are, but really, I'm completely jealous.<br />3. He makes the GREATEST popcorn. If you have not had it yet, you are missing out.<br />4. He takes me out to lunch whenever we're both in Lethbridge. Lunch dates are my favorite.<br />5. My dad is the greatest dad in the world. No doubt about it. <br />6. Does number 5 even count? Well, here's 6 just in case. He loves his family. He would do anything for us! We're really so lucky to have him as a dad. I don't know what we'd do without him.The Seabornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557523755596615760noreply@blogger.com1