<?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-8709680292149778121</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:29:46.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little modular on the Colorado prairie...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>angi bradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884404798284399909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709680292149778121.post-6901413464468043833</id><published>2010-09-01T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T11:26:10.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...guilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been dreading this post and putting it off for almost 8 weeks now... It involves two wonderful people and a whole lot of guilt...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/TH6KZSKA84I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/x9Z_1XaSfUE/s400/DSCN2077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511995160923272066" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy is not a word to describe the joy I felt on July 10th when we welcomed our #3, Haven.  I was induced and it was the best experience/labor ever.  Although getting induced took a lot longer than I anticipated (I was certain my sister and mom were going to miss it if they weren't there by 8:00) I was so ecstatic that I was right about it being a girl and that SHE was finally here, happy, and weighing a healthy 8 pounds 7 ounces.  Although she's been a rough baby, I'm only now figuring her out 7 1/2 weeks later, she has brought so much love to our house.  Cass is absolutely in love and wants to be around for everything.  He insists that she talks to him and that she is always wanting to play with HIS toys and not REMI's.  Remi has turned into a miniature monster mommy and is constantly wanting to snuggle Haven and change her diaper.  I think it's safe to say we ALL adore her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only a few days after Haven came to us, another sweet gal left us....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=58129&amp;amp;id=1430115584" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; display: table; margin-top: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2099/66/64/1430115584/n1430115584_198803_6045.jpg" width="604" height="402" id="myphoto" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); float: left; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My beautiful sister-in-law, Bunny,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was in a tragic auto-bicycle accident which she did not live through.  She left behind my sweet nieces, Clare (3) and Maggie (3 months), and my wonderful brother-in-law, Luke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost immediately, my guilt set in....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not being as great a mom as I know I am capable... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not taking care of my body to the best of my abilities....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not serving with all my heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not really trying to be GREAT at anything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not stretching my mind or my body to new things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate being uncomfortable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm stagnant.  Guilty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my mind, Bunny could do (and did do!) everything PERFECTLY.  I can hear her laughing now at this comment... she was so HUMBLE about being perfect.  I looked up to her even before her passing and thought how great it'd be if she offered lessons on how to be a Bunny.  I'd have paid big bucks for those classes.  Again, guilt... I didn't get to know her as best as I could while she was here.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I have loathed and bathed in my guilt for several weeks now, I'm getting over it.  I found a wonderful quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;"Guilt should be a momentary pang to spur one into corrective action. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt; Anything longer is wasted, and worse, selfish."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I've made a new promise to myself.  I'm going to strive to become an ANGI in the light of the Bunny I know.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be a better mom... writing a journal for my kids, like Bunny did, full of memories and lessons I've learned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be a better wife... think about my husband more and less about myself and what I'm missing out on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be a better friend... I don't really have many close ones anymore (that was due to my own selfishness), but I am going to be better at holding them all closer to my heart.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be better to myself... this includes eating better, being in a constant state of learning something new, working out, pushing myself out of my comfort zone, whether that be physical or mental.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be better at putting my whole heart into serving others and fulfilling my callings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be better to my family... I've been so blessed with both my own family and Adam's and I haven't gone out of my way to ever get to know any of them better.  I need to do that when we make visits to Utah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many people have been touched by Bunny, whether they knew her or not.  I have a strong testimony that she has a greater calling which she is sure to be PERFECT at, in the meantime, she will be GREATLY missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to everyone who has thought about our entire family during this difficult time.  The entire Bradley family was overwhelmed by the love and support that was given and shown.  We can not thank you all enough.  We have been truly blessed to have had Bunny in our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8709680292149778121-6901413464468043833?l=adamandangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/feeds/6901413464468043833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8709680292149778121&amp;postID=6901413464468043833' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/6901413464468043833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/6901413464468043833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/2010/09/guilt.html' title='...guilt'/><author><name>angi bradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884404798284399909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/TH6KZSKA84I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/x9Z_1XaSfUE/s72-c/DSCN2077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709680292149778121.post-3359818558555410307</id><published>2010-06-22T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T12:24:11.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brock's baby sis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/TCENvntRc9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/2RJt3Z124-c/s1600/Gentrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/TCENvntRc9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/2RJt3Z124-c/s400/Gentrie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485680932877857746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Many of you know my good friend Brock Hansen.  He was the Student Body President the year that I was the Secretary, so I know him and his cute family pretty well.  I haven't talked to them for a few years, but my niece, Clare, was often babysat by Brock's little sister, Gentrie.  My brother-in-law sent me an article today... and it's about lil' Gentrie.  Gentrie has Gastroparesis.  The best medical guess is that a virus attacked the nerves in her stomach causing it to no longer function.  Anything she eats, she vomits.  She vomits if she doesn't eat.  She hasn't had anything to eat since January.  That's a long time.  She gets all that her body needs through a PIC line.  When I think of Gentrie, I think of a crazy, hyper, goofy little six year-old.  It broke my heart to read her story and to see pictures of her.   She is thin and very discouraged.  She does have hope though with an experimental surgery.  This surgery has been deemed as 'experimental' by her health insurance because Gentrie is under 18.  Anyone that knows anything about medical insurance knows that 'experimental' means NOT COVERED.  So, her family has got to come up with some money in order to get Gentrie to Ohio for this 'experimental' surgery which has been successful in many many cases.  The Hansen's have set up a page for donations and event updates http://fight4gen.com   Love you all!  Please think of Gentrie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article for Deseret News&lt;br /&gt;http://www.deseretnews.com/article/700042165/Illness-prevents-teen-from-being-able-to-eat.html?pg=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentrie's Blog&lt;br /&gt;http://gentrieshungergame.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8709680292149778121-3359818558555410307?l=adamandangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/feeds/3359818558555410307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8709680292149778121&amp;postID=3359818558555410307' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/3359818558555410307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/3359818558555410307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/2010/06/brocks-baby-sis.html' title='Brock&apos;s baby sis...'/><author><name>angi bradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884404798284399909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/TCENvntRc9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/2RJt3Z124-c/s72-c/Gentrie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709680292149778121.post-1839206916372816138</id><published>2010-06-18T16:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T16:54:24.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/TBwB4ZcIwJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ZaCjhGQ6cBI/s400/DSCN2017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484260514643624082" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just turned two.  Seriously, how does life get going so fast and how does my little Brumbi keep growing so quickly?  I am one lucky momma to have this little one in my life.  I think about my own relationship with my mom, and can only hope that Remi loves me half as much as I love my mom.  I hope we are bff.&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;In other news... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/TBwC7hIDDlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Vco_Ex8nfdI/s400/DSCN1830.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484261667758083666" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little karate kid now has three stripes on his white belt.  I adore him completely, but I think his dad is even more smitten with him.  After a doctor's visit last month, it amazes me that he's even more of a little man than I give him credit.  I've always thought he was older than his years but he is one tough little cuss.  He has a growth hormone shot every night, and never cries out... gets blood drawn and 'stands strong' (although he's really sitting) once  a month, and can play harder than any other kid I know.  Not to mention, can get dirtier than the average kid in much less time.  The words 'I can't' do not exist in his language.  His life is the ultimate 'what would I do if I knew I could not fail'.  A pretty big example for his momma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/TBwEs7eP6hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/USbZLpuPEtM/s400/DSCN1951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484263616155740690" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The husband celebrated the big 2-7 in May.  Doesn't that sound old?  I've discussed this with my sister, and we both agree that odd numbered birthdays sound much worse than evens.  And don't even get us started on double odd numbered birthdays like 39 or 57.  Ughh!!  I'm seriously considering telling everyone I'm 28 on my next birthday and celebrating it again in 2011.  Anything to avoid the dreaded 2-7.  Oh, in some fun news, Adam broke his nose earlier this month.  He came (literally) head to head with horse.  He's had problems with  his septum and adnoids (is that what they're called?) all his life, and ever since the day he broke his nose, he says he can breath.  Weird huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me... still pregnant.  We're down to 25 days or something though, so that's exciting.  I'm starting to get overwhelmed.  I think it's natural that a mom starts doubting her capabilities, and I am for certain.  I'm hoping three kids will come just as naturally to me as one and two did.  I trust that Heavenly Father is not regretting sending this next little bundle to us.  Can you stand the anticipation of what the next one will be?  I can't.  Patience is a virtue that I lack.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8709680292149778121-1839206916372816138?l=adamandangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/feeds/1839206916372816138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8709680292149778121&amp;postID=1839206916372816138' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/1839206916372816138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/1839206916372816138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-best-friend.html' title='My best friend...'/><author><name>angi bradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884404798284399909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/TBwB4ZcIwJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ZaCjhGQ6cBI/s72-c/DSCN2017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709680292149778121.post-7458502432706735220</id><published>2010-04-30T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T09:17:10.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOUND: DEAD BODY</title><content type='html'>Let me just start by saying that this is truly NOT a joke and that this really did happen...&lt;div&gt;They found a dead body about 3 miles from our house earlier this month... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, in October, a man from Pueblo got in a fight with his girlfriend and left in his car.  His car was later found on our boss' land about 4 miles from our house on fire.  There was no sign of the man.  Earlier this month, another local rancher was tending to his cattle and found human remains.  Those remains have been positively identified as the man from Pueblo that went missing.  There's a lot of speculation about whether the man was murdered or if he took his own life, but either way, it's enough to give me the goosey bumps.  Maybe I should have added this to my previous post of life in the country.  Appealing to move to the country now, more than ever.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8709680292149778121-7458502432706735220?l=adamandangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/feeds/7458502432706735220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8709680292149778121&amp;postID=7458502432706735220' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/7458502432706735220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/7458502432706735220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/2010/04/found-dead-body.html' title='FOUND: DEAD BODY'/><author><name>angi bradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884404798284399909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709680292149778121.post-3415778524869714274</id><published>2010-04-05T20:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:23:35.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I took a drive....</title><content type='html'>I took a drive tonight.  &lt;div&gt;All by myself.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figured out a few things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't know what it means to 'mark a field',&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't know how manure can smell so sweet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't know what it is like to look forward to a dirt road,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't know what it's like to look in your rearview mirror and see your trail of dust,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you've never watched a calf being born, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're kids don't know how to drive a tractor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't know what gated pipe is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't wave at every car that you pass,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If your kids don't get dirty everyday playing outside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you don't know how to go to the grocery store once a month,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you probably live in the city... and I feel sorry for you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truly, I think raising a kid in the country is the best place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still love you city folk though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8709680292149778121-3415778524869714274?l=adamandangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/feeds/3415778524869714274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8709680292149778121&amp;postID=3415778524869714274' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/3415778524869714274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/3415778524869714274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-took-drive.html' title='I took a drive....'/><author><name>angi bradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884404798284399909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709680292149778121.post-8005542429246716665</id><published>2010-03-25T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:35:12.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEVER tease a pregnant woman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that I'm six 1/2 months pregnant, I'm to the point, where I'm done.  I feel fat, I look fat, I just wanna be loved.  My dear sweet husband, who never had couthfulness as his strong point, has had to be reminded a few times that teasing me at this point, especially when I'm complaining to him about my weight, is not the best thing to do.  One of the super nice perks of our new modular on the prairie is that we have the BIGGEST jetted tub in our master bath with a double vanity.  Now, the jetted tub, tucked nicely into a corner, is surrounded on all three walls with rather large mirrors.  These mirrors, I think, make me look a lot bigger.  The mirrors above the double vanity make me look a lot better.  As Adam was getting ready for a bath the other night, I told him my theory about the mirrors.  He then proceeded to look at my reflection in the mirrors surrounding the bathtub (the ones I thought made me look a lot bigger), and then back at me.  Teasing, (and I really do mean he was totally kidding), but he says "No, I think they're pretty accurate."  I laugh for a second and immediately following I start to cry.  Sobbing actually.  Damn hormones!  Adam wondered what the heck was wrong with me as I was just crying one second before.  All I could say was "NEVER tease a pregnant woman".  Anyway, looking back now, it's hysterical and I really admire Adam for his consistency in always having something witty to say at just the right moment to make us laugh.  The poor guy has to put up with a raging hormonal woman.  &lt;div&gt;Anyway, on a HAPPIER note, I am six 1/2 months prego.  My how time flies!  The sun is shining every other day when it isn't snowing and I haven't seen any signs of tornadoes, so life is great.  (Have I mentioned before how deathly afraid of tornadoes I am?  I never wanted to live anywhere flat and that John Denver really did lie because it doesn't get much flatter than where we are.)  Life is coming together here at the modular.  Cass started karate which he is loving.  I'll have to post a picture of him in his adorable karate suit, but I have to learn how to tie his belt first.  Remi is learning to be a little fire-cracker.  She's got attitude for days, but really she loves to hang out with me and I'm glad she's my little friend.  Adam is still loving his job and is learning more and more everyday.  We know this is just a step on his ladder to the top, so he's doing the most to take advantage of this opportunity to be here.  I've really learned to enjoy being in Colorado.  I'm within two hours of my Grandma which has been such a fun blessing.  Living in a modular really isn't as trashy as I probably once thought.  It's small, but that means much less to clean and I found a stash of 'camel cash' under the before mentioned tub that I can't wait to spend on some classy joe camel apparel.  Who couldn't be happy with these two munchkins to wake me up every morning? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/S6vWqiB_3ZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/LMESf6g9gFA/s1600/DSCN1815.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/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/S6vWqiB_3ZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/LMESf6g9gFA/s320/DSCN1815.JPG" border="0" alt="" 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href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/2010/03/never-tease-pregnant-woman.html' title='NEVER tease a pregnant woman!'/><author><name>angi bradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884404798284399909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/S6vWqiB_3ZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/LMESf6g9gFA/s72-c/DSCN1815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709680292149778121.post-5725287789678402660</id><published>2010-02-26T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T14:37:57.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Introducing Angi to the 21st Century!</title><content type='html'>That's right... guess who got the internet?  We did!  I can't help but notice that because I have not updated my blog for almost an entire year, I have lost many of my supporters.  While reviewing and catching up on friends' and families' blogs I can't help but be upset that so few still have us listed on their list of blogs that they read.  So, here I am... this is a new invitation to ALL of those old followers and NEW followers that really want to follow our cool blog.  Here is an update: &lt;div&gt;1- Recently moved to Colorado... John Denver did lie about the mountains because we live in the flatest of flats.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- Having baby #3 July 2010!  So excited!  Just need to find a Dr. in Colorado now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3-  Adam riding and training horses full-time now at his new job and loving it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- Cass has discovered what the word 'neighbor' means and enjoying every minute of having someone just 100 yards away to play with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5- Remi is turning into a little lady and quite the monster.  Really, she is into making messes whether on her own face or on the floor, she'll make 100 messes a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6-  I am trying not to get homesick and putting a house back together.  Anyone agree moving is the worst?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I am back in the 21st century and I have every intention of really getting back into this blogging swing.  I just have to figure out how to download pictures on to a Mac wizard box.  Lots of love from the little house on the prairie (is that how you spell it?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8709680292149778121-5725287789678402660?l=adamandangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/feeds/5725287789678402660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8709680292149778121&amp;postID=5725287789678402660' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/5725287789678402660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/5725287789678402660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/2010/02/re-introducing-angi-to-21st-century.html' title='Re-Introducing Angi to the 21st Century!'/><author><name>angi bradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884404798284399909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709680292149778121.post-4823083544764448898</id><published>2009-03-15T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:17:38.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Look Mom!"</title><content type='html'>So, I know this post is long overdue, and I apologize for that. I could blame it on my kids keeping me completely busy, but really it's trying to keep up with reading everyone else's blogs for my slacking. By the time I'm done reading everywhere else, I have no time for writing in my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I am going to explain why my three year old is destined to be a marketing executive. We had the opportunity (and I say opportunity because getting out of Emery County anymore is quite an adventure) of going to Spanish Fork for a horse sale this weekend. While driving to meet Adam we passed a billboard with the below picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313593784627294466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 59px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/Sb2tZP1u8QI/AAAAAAAAAIM/nMDNL1o6N5M/s320/geico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who do not know, this little money guy is the new spokesperson for Geico, which prompts a question in itself of 'Where did the little lizard man go?' but that's another subject. And let me just say this as a disclaimer. I do not let Cass watch much TV, let alone any channels that would have Geico commercials. Anyway, so Cass doesn't watch much TV and if he does it's PBS and I'm pretty sure they don't have insurance ads, but I could be wrong. So, we're passing this sign and my little man, in his sweet little voice, yells "Look Mom! It's the money you could be saving with Geico?" I could not stop laughing. And let me say for the record, I switched to Geico about 4 months ago, which is going to be saving us over $50/month, so those not with Geico may I suggest you check them out before your kids starting asking YOU if this is the money you could be saving with Geico. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On another note, life is going great. Cass is enjoying the warm weather and playing outside everyday. Lil Remi is getting bigger and bigger, and blonder and blonder. I swear she came out with dark hair. Adam is just working hard and kicking butt on his horses. He took 6th the WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP show in January which is awesome for his first year of showing. We got to go on a Disney Cruise with Adam's family (minus the all important Mattman) in February, which was a blast. I, Angi, have been Spring cleaning like a madwoman so I don't have to worry about it when the sun is out and the wind has finally stopped blowing. Come and visit!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Disney Pictures&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313602047849821282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/Sb206OvgdGI/AAAAAAAAAIU/FcqXNboYepk/s320/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/Sb21YCMfuiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/gAgA0ylP798/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313602559877823010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/Sb21YCMfuiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/gAgA0ylP798/s320/DSC00087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/Sb21habNouI/AAAAAAAAAIs/yXMo9wlcop0/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313602721000825570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/Sb21habNouI/AAAAAAAAAIs/yXMo9wlcop0/s320/DSC00089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313602240701668674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/Sb21FdK-HUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/82yZWfru-bc/s320/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/Sb21_BAd4QI/AAAAAAAAAI0/yo_LFOcKH8I/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313603229573832962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/Sb21_BAd4QI/AAAAAAAAAI0/yo_LFOcKH8I/s320/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/Sb22l6647EI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gJOfB9p5gdc/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313603897954724930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/Sb22l6647EI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gJOfB9p5gdc/s320/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/8709680292149778121-4823083544764448898?l=adamandangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/feeds/4823083544764448898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8709680292149778121&amp;postID=4823083544764448898' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/4823083544764448898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/4823083544764448898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/2009/03/look-mom.html' title='&quot;Look Mom!&quot;'/><author><name>angi bradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884404798284399909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/Sb2tZP1u8QI/AAAAAAAAAIM/nMDNL1o6N5M/s72-c/geico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709680292149778121.post-1987395515762696522</id><published>2008-11-26T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T13:46:27.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the joy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SS3A_5S971I/AAAAAAAAAHs/k6_Lk7WnZkk/s1600-h/DSC01572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273082942665387858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SS3A_5S971I/AAAAAAAAAHs/k6_Lk7WnZkk/s320/DSC01572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teeth! That's right we have teeth! Not to be confused with the singular noun, tooth. We have TWO tEEth. On top of these two little new guys, we have a crawler. That's right... Baby Remi is CRAWLING!! She's been scooting around alot, but today she was literally on her hands and knees lurching herself forward. It needs a little more mastering, but seriously, this little girl is 5 1/2 months. Thank you Remi for your thoughtfulness in cutting two teeth at once rather than individually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also have a little man that is becoming more like his father everyday. I was out doing yardwork this morning while Cass at his cereal and played with his cows. When I came back in, this is what I saw. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273084515101284834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SS3CbbE5meI/AAAAAAAAAH0/S05bfpatUYI/s320/DSC01570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Notice the one green nostril. Upon this sight, I immediately start looking around for a marker or crayon or something that Cass had been sticking up his nose. I then asked him, "What did you put up your nose son?" He then proceeds to tell me, "I took my cereal and put it up my nose and then went (closing one nostril and blowing out the other with the cereal". Apparently Cass has learned from his father what most would call a 'farmer blow'. Why did he think it was a good idea to put cereal up his nose? I'll have to ask Adam about that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh the joy of being a mom... I can't stop laughing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8709680292149778121-1987395515762696522?l=adamandangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/feeds/1987395515762696522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8709680292149778121&amp;postID=1987395515762696522' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/1987395515762696522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/1987395515762696522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-joy.html' title='Oh the joy...'/><author><name>angi bradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884404798284399909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SS3A_5S971I/AAAAAAAAAHs/k6_Lk7WnZkk/s72-c/DSC01572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709680292149778121.post-4190824345274584709</id><published>2008-10-30T17:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T17:55:32.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch-up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, I'm a slacker, once again, and have so much to catch up on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of all, our little Cassidy turned three on the 22nd! We were lucky to be up in Salt Lake the weekend before his birthday. We celebrated with just a few family members and friends with cake and presents. I tried, and failed miserably, to make a train cake, but Cass still loved it. We then took Cassidy up to the Heber Creeper for a train ride. Given his recent OBSESSION with trains, this was all too fitting. As soon as the train began moving, he just looked out the window and wouldn't talk to anyone. He thought it was the most amazing thing! I was so glad we did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263113233122281842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SQpVmbDpSXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5lHv86-z91g/s320/Cake_Decorating_.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Me decorating Cass' cake while Cass and Papa look on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263113502507495330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SQpV2GmFb6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/fxqKgibz-O8/s320/Train_Man.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Cass at the trains&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263113974941842770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SQpWRmjNfVI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cWWE4IvtYlM/s320/Watch_out_.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Seriously? This is Cass with his new bow and arrow and underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The following day we got to go to Adam's parents' house and celebrate more birthdays with Adam's family before heading up Millcreek Canyon where Adam performed the marriage of our friends Jason and Whitney. Yeah, I wrote that write. You'd be suprised how easy it is to get your minister's license online. It was a beautiful wedding and we were so glad that Jason and Whit let Adam be a part of it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263114496082437362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SQpWv78z5PI/AAAAAAAAAGw/xvBNWS7hkD8/s320/adam+marrying" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the wedding we had to quickly load up all of our stuff and the kids to head for home.  I wish we could have stayed one more day to see more family and friends, but such is our life.  These packed weekends are so exhausting, but oh so worth it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More tomorrow!  Happy Halloween!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8709680292149778121-4190824345274584709?l=adamandangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/feeds/4190824345274584709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8709680292149778121&amp;postID=4190824345274584709' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/4190824345274584709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/4190824345274584709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/2008/10/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch-up!'/><author><name>angi bradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884404798284399909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SQpVmbDpSXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5lHv86-z91g/s72-c/Cake_Decorating_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709680292149778121.post-5506181183200789491</id><published>2008-09-10T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:03:02.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fabulous Frame's come to visit!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SMh2kxdH00I/AAAAAAAAAFc/CexP8KoGO5E/s1600-h/DSC01529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244572140195795778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SMh2kxdH00I/AAAAAAAAAFc/CexP8KoGO5E/s320/DSC01529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were so lucky to get the Frame Fam to come down and visit for the weekend. Ko and Cass got to play together, Adam and Dustin got to shoot at innocent prairie dogs and rabbits, and Rachellie bell and I got to catch up (I admit I shot at a few prairie dogs too, but we couldn't convince Rachelle that they were bad guys!) and take a horse ride together. We even got Mr. Frame on a horse and he didn't blow up! It truly was a wonderful weekend and MUCH needed for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The highlight of the weekend was watching Adam and Dustin trying to get the annoying donkey into the corral. It is true what they say about donkeys being super stubborn. This little guy wouldn't budge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244573710238954626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SMh4AKUlNII/AAAAAAAAAFk/Tvb8jzddNTc/s320/DSC01534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adam and Dustin pulling Mr. Donkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244574966100185538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SMh5JQxO0cI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HHAYm1Bt38A/s320/DSC01537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Adam riding Mr. Donkey, while Dustin pulls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244575780652103042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SMh54rNitYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/XFA6lSl7ZGU/s320/DSC01541.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;OK, get the horse to pull the donkey in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244576176813945586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SMh6PvB4svI/AAAAAAAAAF8/wNoMsjMZp1Y/s320/DSC01542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Still pulling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244576643168177042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SMh6q4VZi5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ISMgpP7AfZo/s320/DSC01545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;You push, I'll pull this (explicit, explicit, explicit).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244577149781156162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SMh7IXnWIUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/-NG1izPNlT4/s320/DSC01546.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;After all that, Mr. Donkey walked right in on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was so wonderful to have visitors and hope they come back soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8709680292149778121-5506181183200789491?l=adamandangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/feeds/5506181183200789491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8709680292149778121&amp;postID=5506181183200789491' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/5506181183200789491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/5506181183200789491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/2008/09/fabulous-frames-come-to-visit.html' title='The Fabulous Frame&apos;s come to visit!!'/><author><name>angi bradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884404798284399909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SMh2kxdH00I/AAAAAAAAAFc/CexP8KoGO5E/s72-c/DSC01529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709680292149778121.post-7920819555718566517</id><published>2008-08-20T16:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T17:26:02.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Rachelle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old photos are so wonderful to come across, especially when they are of you and your bff. I hope my bff does not get mad when she sees all of these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236750815089622786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SKytHu6nfwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Top443FzC7Y/s320/DSC01522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It all started in 7th grade gym class. Rachelle, with her flaming red hair, and I, with my infatuation with Blake Robinson, had 1st period gym class together. The picture above is Rachelle signing my yearbook on the last day of school.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236749473920305314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SKyr5qq7yKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/I0goRVJM4Os/s320/DSC01510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We remained friends into 8th grade, where Mrs. Titus hated us because we were always writing notes back and forth. Oops! This is our pretty stage of braces and pastel eyeshadow. Rachelle was lucky though because she got the clear braces that blended in with her teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236751990599602434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SKyuMKCCUQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Kc5G3P5xiOE/s320/DSC01514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Into 9th grade and dance company... Rachelle got skinnier and skinnier, while I on the other hand was sneaking twinkies or something back stage. This is also the year where Rachelle's romance with Mr. Frame began. We still have braces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236753550357503810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SKyvm8lTH0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Ra-0U9qPucI/s320/DSC01519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On into high school and our friendship is still going strong... We split a lunch from McDonald's almost everyday (supersize the rootbeer please!), write notes back and forth in yet another math class together, drive around in Ralphie the red pick em' up truck, ditch class to drive by Ben Franklin Academy, and breaking curfew a time or two. We went in with braces, and came out with million dollar smiles! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is a time period here where Rachelle and I do not see each other often enough. She went on her way to Dixie where I know she caused havok everywhere. I went to Douglas Street and the good ole' SLCC. There is about a 2 year period from 19ish-21ish that I'd like to forget ever happened, but on the brighter side of 22 we are still wonderful friends! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236757664663365122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SKyzWbkQZgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/tzqQhGfApfo/s320/DSC01521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Now here we are, all growed up.  It's weird to think that for roughly 10 years now, we've been friends.  There's a quote out there that goes something like "A friend is someone you can sit with in total silence, and walk away feeling like you've had a complete conversation" and that's how I feel about my Rachellie bell.  I hope we are at the same retirement home when we are 100 playing bingo and chatting about hemroids and our dentures. Wouldn't that be somethin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/8709680292149778121-7920819555718566517?l=adamandangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/feeds/7920819555718566517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8709680292149778121&amp;postID=7920819555718566517' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/7920819555718566517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/7920819555718566517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/2008/08/ode-to-rachelle.html' title='Ode to Rachelle...'/><author><name>angi bradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884404798284399909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SKytHu6nfwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Top443FzC7Y/s72-c/DSC01522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709680292149778121.post-7999399879909264687</id><published>2008-07-30T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:39:41.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You  know your son is a cowboy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When his swimming pool is a horse trough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228981076123351634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SJESlZuSelI/AAAAAAAAAEM/99V44CobR9c/s320/DSC01488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We've been spending a lot of time out at the Johnson's other ranch, the Baker Ranch, where it is nice and remote, but ever so hot. One day, Cass and I were so hot, he asked if he could go swimming. I thought, why not? The horses enjoyed just as much as Cass. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228985941310389266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SJEXAl9RPBI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qTBVYJIkZDc/s320/DSC01494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little Remi is doing so wonderful. She is such a sweetheart and easy to please. I have to go back to work tomorrow and I'm not looking forward to leaving her or Cass. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8709680292149778121-7999399879909264687?l=adamandangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/feeds/7999399879909264687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8709680292149778121&amp;postID=7999399879909264687' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/7999399879909264687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/7999399879909264687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-know-your-son-is-cowboy.html' title='You  know your son is a cowboy...'/><author><name>angi bradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884404798284399909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SJESlZuSelI/AAAAAAAAAEM/99V44CobR9c/s72-c/DSC01488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709680292149778121.post-5941508001675846903</id><published>2008-07-07T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T17:31:48.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have the last 4 weeks gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SHKy7NawkpI/AAAAAAAAADU/gf5XplL55sc/s1600-h/DSC01430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220431648359748242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SHKy7NawkpI/AAAAAAAAADU/gf5XplL55sc/s320/DSC01430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, our little Remi officially turned 4 weeks old yesterday. It has been such a whirl-wind with two kids, but I'm absolutely loving it! We have been blessed with the easiest baby ever. Remi slept through the night the third or fourth night home despite my efforts to wake her. Is that normal? Now we've got her on a schedule so she wakes once between 11 and 7 to eat. At her two week appointment she'd already gained 6 ounces and 1/2 an inch. I've really enjoyed being able to nurse her after all the trouble I had nursing Cass. I did get a breast infection the second week which I thought I was going to die from, but a shot in the rear and some antibiotics and I was feeling much better after a few days. Thank goodness for modern medicine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220432601406881634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SHKzyry5v2I/AAAAAAAAADc/NdIr6EYQDZk/s320/DSC01475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cass has certainly changed his feelings about Remi. He absolutely loves her! He's constantly wanting to hold her, play with her or 'just look at her'. He's such a sweet little boy! We went to the doctor and had some x-rays and tests done to see if the surgery in March was successful or not. We're happy to report that everything looks like it was a success and now we only have to cath once a day. I'm hoping we can now get back on track with potty training. It's so wonderful to finally see my little boy putting on some weight, getting taller and actually wanting to eat! Again, thank goodness for modern medicine!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being a mom is so wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220433893604598626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="236" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SHK095m2I2I/AAAAAAAAADk/ig9ozZ7NdLw/s320/DSC01437.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&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/8709680292149778121-5941508001675846903?l=adamandangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/feeds/5941508001675846903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8709680292149778121&amp;postID=5941508001675846903' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/5941508001675846903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/5941508001675846903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-have-last-4-weeks-gone.html' title='Where have the last 4 weeks gone?'/><author><name>angi bradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884404798284399909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SHKy7NawkpI/AAAAAAAAADU/gf5XplL55sc/s72-c/DSC01430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709680292149778121.post-7329428489316984992</id><published>2008-06-12T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T20:15:34.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SFHmSpLispI/AAAAAAAAACs/s1IPH3dR6xQ/s1600-h/Remi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211199451810673298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SFHmSpLispI/AAAAAAAAACs/s1IPH3dR6xQ/s320/Remi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SFHk5dYG19I/AAAAAAAAACU/ZdZYhvr0cqQ/s1600-h/Dsc04525.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are pleased to announce the arrival of our baby girl, Remington Cole Bradley!!! She finally made it on Sunday, June 8th at 11:43 am. Labor was way too easy! I started having contractions about 4:30 in the morning, so I got up and got ready and showered. We left the house at about 7:00 and were at the hospital (it's quite a drive) by 8:00. I was already at a 5 when we got there and 80%. I got my epidural at about 10:15ish and we started pushing at 11:35. Little Remi was here in 3 pushes weighing in at 8 lbs. 9 oz. and 21 inches. She has tons of dark, curly hair and strangely long toes and fingers. I still am in shock that we had a girl! I was so certain it was a boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211198484268346146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SFHlaUzeayI/AAAAAAAAACc/VzlwPqaXtnc/s320/Dsc04526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cassidy really didn't know what to think about her. I don't think he quite understood that she was his sister, but now that we are home, he is liking her a lot more. He likes to tickle her feet and play 'This little piggy" on her toes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations to everyone else that had a baby around the same time... Jessica, Sara, Shalane and the many others! Isn't being a mom the best?&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/8709680292149778121-7329428489316984992?l=adamandangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/feeds/7329428489316984992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8709680292149778121&amp;postID=7329428489316984992' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/7329428489316984992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/7329428489316984992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/2008/06/introducing.html' title='Introducing....'/><author><name>angi bradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884404798284399909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SFHmSpLispI/AAAAAAAAACs/s1IPH3dR6xQ/s72-c/Remi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709680292149778121.post-6930489829205062928</id><published>2008-05-30T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T15:39:21.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3, 39, 1 and 50</title><content type='html'>So, this last week sure has been an eventful one!  It is filled with many different numbers... &lt;br /&gt;First of all, Monday was mine and Adam's THREE year anniversary!  So crazy!  We didn't do much to celebrate, but Adam did get to enjoy the half day off which was so needed!  I can't believe three years has come and gone and I'm more in love with him now than ever.  I'm such a lucky girl!&lt;br /&gt;Next, I celebrated being 39 weeks pregnant... sort of.  I'm not too thrilled to still be pregnant, but I'm just trying to remain positive and optimistic that this little one will come when he/she is darn well ready to.&lt;br /&gt;I went to my 39th week appointment and I am officially still dialated to a ONE!  Yeah, I was not depressed that day at all!&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not least, Cass and I got to head up to Salt Lake to help in suprising my mom on her 50th birthday.  We had all of our extended family meet us up in Mill Creek Canyon and surprise her all together.  It was such a wonderful day and everything went just as planned! &lt;br /&gt;So, here's to another weekend being pregnant that God has blessed me with.  Hopefully our next post will include some baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8709680292149778121-6930489829205062928?l=adamandangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/feeds/6930489829205062928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8709680292149778121&amp;postID=6930489829205062928' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/6930489829205062928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/6930489829205062928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/2008/05/3-39-1-and-50.html' title='3, 39, 1 and 50'/><author><name>angi bradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884404798284399909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709680292149778121.post-7267995382413391691</id><published>2008-05-16T14:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T15:48:04.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Adam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SC4DIjlcrII/AAAAAAAAABs/7yzyz76IKtM/s1600-h/DSC01297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201098065185647746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SC4DIjlcrII/AAAAAAAAABs/7yzyz76IKtM/s320/DSC01297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband is now a quarter of a century old! I thought I would post this creepy picture of him which I think makes him look like a 40 year-old weirdo, but he thinks makes his mustache look rad.  Whatever!  Happy birthday honey!  I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8709680292149778121-7267995382413391691?l=adamandangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/feeds/7267995382413391691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8709680292149778121&amp;postID=7267995382413391691' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/7267995382413391691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/7267995382413391691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/2008/05/ode-to-adam.html' title='Ode to Adam!'/><author><name>angi bradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884404798284399909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SC4DIjlcrII/AAAAAAAAABs/7yzyz76IKtM/s72-c/DSC01297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709680292149778121.post-9076748129708873150</id><published>2008-05-10T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T09:08:58.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We love cousins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SCWr4WASPeI/AAAAAAAAABc/74qnlT--cYw/s1600-h/DSC01389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198750329336905186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SCWr4WASPeI/AAAAAAAAABc/74qnlT--cYw/s320/DSC01389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, last weekend, we had the lovely Jerry and Er-dawg clan down to our house along with little Miah. It was so great to have them here and Cass just loved playing with the kids. Sorry Hudsie that Cass would not let you touch anything. We just love having visitors... hint hint... and we don't get them enough! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been going with Adam to work the last few weeks. Cass thinks it is just the coolest thing to take water to cows because the road is 'so bumpy' and loves being a 'big helper' to his dad. Those two together crack me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198781321820913138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SCXIEWASPfI/AAAAAAAAABk/Vu9cLrWMwH0/s320/DSC01398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cass clearing beaver dams with his dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8709680292149778121-9076748129708873150?l=adamandangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/feeds/9076748129708873150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8709680292149778121&amp;postID=9076748129708873150' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/9076748129708873150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/9076748129708873150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-love-cousins.html' title='We love cousins!'/><author><name>angi bradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884404798284399909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SCWr4WASPeI/AAAAAAAAABc/74qnlT--cYw/s72-c/DSC01389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709680292149778121.post-1335666867252626382</id><published>2008-04-17T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T07:57:55.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Rollercoaster continued....</title><content type='html'>So, one more low for everyone.... last night our new little filly died.  I promise we really are good stewards of our animals, but when this little colt was born sometime early yesterday morning, she slid under a fence, so mother and baby were seperated for we don't know how long.  By the time we saw that they were separated, Fiona's (mother) bags were so tight, the baby couldn't suck.  I milked almost 3 pints out of Fiona before the baby could even distinguish where a teet was.  She was doing well after that, so we aren't sure what happened in the middle of the night, but she was in an eternal sleep when Adam checked her this morning.  Needless to say, Adam and I are way bummed!  R.I.P. little filly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8709680292149778121-1335666867252626382?l=adamandangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/feeds/1335666867252626382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8709680292149778121&amp;postID=1335666867252626382' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/1335666867252626382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/1335666867252626382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/2008/04/emotional-rollercoaster-continued.html' title='Emotional Rollercoaster continued....'/><author><name>angi bradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884404798284399909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709680292149778121.post-6511659575960366413</id><published>2008-04-16T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T19:35:51.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Rollercoaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we happy to announce the newest arrival to our family. No, I'm not talking about me having our baby 7 weeks early although that would be nice. I'm referring to our new baby horse filly. She was born early this morning and is just the cutest little thing ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190019336997146450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SAanFs8fj1I/AAAAAAAAABM/SV0QtH_6Xj0/s320/DSC01364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some sad news... while trying to get our little colt to nurse this morning, our beloved kitty cat Mater was ran over. It was the most awful sound I've ever heard and it was so sad. We have to keep telling Cass that Mater is just outside sleeing. So sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now for more good exciting news... our trip to San Francisco was wonderful and Adam did great! He took 4th overall out of 15! He did so well and all of the people there were really impressed that it was his first show and that he was so good. I am SOOOO proud of him! Here he is kicking this cow's butt!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190035176836534114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SAa1fs8fj2I/AAAAAAAAABU/kGR26ve5xlc/s320/DSC01370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next bit of bad news is our little man had to be hospitalized again when his second tube was removed.  Apparently, after major bladder surgery, the bladder can go into shock and may have a hard time restarting itself.  This was the case with Cass.  He didn't pee for awhile after the tube was removed which was causing him intense discomfort and pain.  We took him into the hospital where he was admitted and luckily we only had to stay a short while.  Now, we're cathing him every 4 hours until his bladder starts to work properly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, that's it for this emotional rollercoaster.  Hope you enjoyed the ride.... Wish us less bad luck and R.I.P. Mater kitty cat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8709680292149778121-6511659575960366413?l=adamandangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/feeds/6511659575960366413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8709680292149778121&amp;postID=6511659575960366413' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/6511659575960366413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/6511659575960366413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/2008/04/emotional-rollercoaster.html' title='Emotional Rollercoaster'/><author><name>angi bradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884404798284399909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/SAanFs8fj1I/AAAAAAAAABM/SV0QtH_6Xj0/s72-c/DSC01364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709680292149778121.post-4131420775805148269</id><published>2008-04-07T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:03:44.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>58 DAYS?  What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;OK, so I know I am a major slacker. I logged on today and saw that I only have 58 more days until I officially have two children. Where did the time go? That is so nuts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, things are going really well for us. Cassidy had his surgery on the 14th of March and did really well. I neglected to take my camera with me AGAIN, so I didn't get to take a picture of him hooked up to his machines with nothing but his cowboy boots and cowboy hat on... literally nothing else. He insisted! It was hysterical. He kept telling Adam and me that "I gotta get out of here". We knew he was doing much better after a few days because he started cussing at all of the nurses that tried to touch him. He came home with about a four inch incision and two tubes coming out either end of the incision. He had one of the tubes removed two weeks ago and will have the other removed tomorrow. We're hoping that his bladder is strong enough to start pushing all of that urine out! I took a picture of his incision with one of the little tubes hanging out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186610371057840754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/R_qKpxNCcnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-mA3gR9ZGJ4/s320/DSC01363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had to cover up his little pee-pee.  Anyway, he has been such a little trooper through it all and we are truly blessed that he is such a tough little kid.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other exciting news, Adam has been training for months and months for a horse show that we will be at next Saturday.  We have to drive all the way to San Francisco, which I'm thrilled to do considering gas is so cheap right now, but I am so excited for him.  He has worked so hard and I am so proud of him!  Good luck Adam!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I'm off to Salt Lake.  I hear it's snowing... ughhh!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8709680292149778121-4131420775805148269?l=adamandangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/feeds/4131420775805148269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8709680292149778121&amp;postID=4131420775805148269' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/4131420775805148269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/4131420775805148269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/2008/04/58-days-what.html' title='58 DAYS?  What?'/><author><name>angi bradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884404798284399909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/R_qKpxNCcnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-mA3gR9ZGJ4/s72-c/DSC01363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709680292149778121.post-89125528285802585</id><published>2008-02-11T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T12:48:24.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little trigger fingers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/R7CxejxPonI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dEtyQIuQGBg/s1600-h/ANGI_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165823911149937266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/R7CxejxPonI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dEtyQIuQGBg/s320/ANGI_4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For those of you who do not know Cassidy, he is obsessed with cowboys and his toy guns. Mostly, this is because Adam (being the cowboy he is) found it only acceptable that Cass enjoy cowboys and guns as much as he does. Well, with baby #2 on the way, I thought that maybe, just maybe, this one wouldn't want to be a cowboy or like guns. How wrong I was. I went to the doctor to get my ultrasound and sure enough, my little one in the oven is already making a gun with his/her hand. Adam, who was not able to go to the ultrasound with me, was ecstatic when I got hom and showed him this picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165826526785020546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/R7Cz2zxPooI/AAAAAAAAAA0/21Lyg_YAZo4/s320/DSC01335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for my sweet lil' Cass, he has been sick again with another UTI.  We're going up to see his kidney and urinary doctors on the 19th, so wish us luck there.  We're hoping for good news, i.e. no more cathedars!!!!   He such a tough little guy and absolutely LOVES his cat Mater.  They snuggle all the time!  Couldn't you just eat him up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8709680292149778121-89125528285802585?l=adamandangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/feeds/89125528285802585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8709680292149778121&amp;postID=89125528285802585' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/89125528285802585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/89125528285802585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/2008/02/our-little-trigger-fingers.html' title='Our little trigger fingers!'/><author><name>angi bradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884404798284399909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gAPrQ_G6eGs/R7CxejxPonI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dEtyQIuQGBg/s72-c/ANGI_4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709680292149778121.post-3105310662783791200</id><published>2008-02-10T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T17:41:37.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My cute husband!</title><content type='html'>What is his name? Adam Craig Bradley&lt;br /&gt;How long have you been married? 3 years in May&lt;br /&gt;How long did you date? Ughh... is that bad that I THINK it was like a year and a half?&lt;br /&gt;How old his he? 24&lt;br /&gt;Who eats more? Adam can put away some food!&lt;br /&gt;Who said I love you first? I'm pretty sure I did and I am so glad he didn't run for the hills when I said it.&lt;br /&gt;Who is taller? Adam, but we're both little shorties&lt;br /&gt;Who can sing better? I think we both can carry a note well&lt;br /&gt;Who is smarter? I'd say me, but he'd probably say him&lt;br /&gt;Who does the laundry? I do.  I don't think Adam has ever done laundry in his life.  I'd rather do it though.  I love doing laundry!  (I know, I am weird!)&lt;br /&gt;Who does the dishes? Again, I love doing dishes, but some times I can get Adam to help&lt;br /&gt;Who pays the bills? Me&lt;br /&gt;Who sleeps in the right side? Me&lt;br /&gt;Who mows the lawn? I do, but this is one thing I DO NOT like doing.  I keep thinking if I run over enough sprinklers, he'll eventually start doing it instead.  I think I've broke 5 now.&lt;br /&gt;Who cooks dinner? Usually I do unless we're having steaks or hamburgers, then Adam insists on cooking.&lt;br /&gt;Who drives? We take turns...&lt;br /&gt;Who is more stubborn? Oh boy... we're both pretty stubborn, but I'm probably more so than Adam&lt;br /&gt;Who kissed who first? He kissed me&lt;br /&gt;Who asked who out first? Adam asked me first&lt;br /&gt;Who proposed? Well, Adam had his dog ask me&lt;br /&gt;Who has more friends? Adam is Mr. Friend to everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;Who is more sensitive? Pregnant or not, I AM!!!&lt;br /&gt;Who has more siblings? Adam&lt;br /&gt;Who wears the pants? ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a pretty special husband and I can guarantee there's not one like him.  He works so hard for us and is such a great dad and husband.  I am a very lucky girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8709680292149778121-3105310662783791200?l=adamandangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/feeds/3105310662783791200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8709680292149778121&amp;postID=3105310662783791200' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/3105310662783791200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/3105310662783791200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-cute-husband.html' title='My cute husband!'/><author><name>angi bradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884404798284399909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709680292149778121.post-5484424477363494736</id><published>2007-12-19T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T08:47:42.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so it's not because I'm a slacker that I haven't updated for so long.  We've had quite a lot happen in the last month....  Let me explain; it's a long story so bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassidy got sick the day after Halloween with what we thought and the doctor's thought was a stomach flu.  A few days later, he still wasn't getting better and wasn't eating much and so I called the doctor again and they said, "Give it a few more days."  So, I waited a few more days, in the meantime starting my blog page, and then a week had past with Cass not eating, puking, sleeping 20 hours a day, etc.  So, we took him to the E.R.  They did x-rays, spinal taps, blood work, all kinds of tests, and after about 8 hours, they figured out that his kidneys were failing.  We were ambulanced up to Primary Children's where Cass stayed for 11 days.  He was diagnosed with sudden kidney failure and now is listed as a child with Cronic Kidney Disease.  While in the hospital he had surgery to remove some flaps in his urethra and relieve some of the pressure on his ureters and kidneys.  His kidney function is now at 50% which is awesome and a lot better than any of the doctors had expected for Cass.  We are so blessed that he seems to be getting better everyday.  He has a lot of medication to take, and Adam and I have to place a cathedar through his little pee-pee into his bladder three times a day which is not fun for us, let alone for a two year old.  We figure that our attitude towards it makes it easier for all of us and if it's helping Cass, we'll do it as long as we have to.  It's incredible how tough these little guys are.  We don't have it nearly as bad as others, so we are truly truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, Cassidy is so excited for Christmas!  He had a taste of present-opening early at my family Christmas party and now thinks he can unwrap every present.  We went to Cabela's and they had a Santa and I thought Cass would be scared to death, but he just marched right up there with his reindeer boots (John Deer boots, he thinks all things with antlers and reindeer) and sat right on Santa's lap and told him about his reindeer boots.  It was hysterical!  As we were leaving he had to turn around about 4 times to tell Santa Claus bye.  He's so freaking cute!!&lt;br /&gt;We're going to be spending our first Christmas away from Salt Lake this year.  I must say I have mixed feelings.  I am so excited to wake up at our own house and not have to drive around all over God's green Earth going places, but I'm sure going to miss not having our families with us.  If anyone wants to come on Christmas Day, they're more than welcome!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's the latest and greatest from our family. &lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to everyone!  We love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8709680292149778121-5484424477363494736?l=adamandangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/feeds/5484424477363494736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8709680292149778121&amp;postID=5484424477363494736' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/5484424477363494736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/5484424477363494736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>angi bradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884404798284399909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709680292149778121.post-8495232416397313851</id><published>2007-11-05T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T14:39:10.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogspot Beware!!</title><content type='html'>Wahoo!  Thanks to Rachelle telling me she was getting a blogspot, I decided I'd better get one too.  I can't believe how big these things are!  We're way excited to keep in touch with everyone and see pictures and news and whatever else... I'll probably get addicted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8709680292149778121-8495232416397313851?l=adamandangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/feeds/8495232416397313851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8709680292149778121&amp;postID=8495232416397313851' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/8495232416397313851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8709680292149778121/posts/default/8495232416397313851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandangi.blogspot.com/2007/11/blogspot-beware.html' title='Blogspot Beware!!'/><author><name>angi bradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17884404798284399909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
