<?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-6631202727731903082</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:25:58.489-08:00</updated><category term='Cars'/><category term='jobs'/><category term='letters'/><category term='baby'/><title type='text'>The Chase Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Established November 2007</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631202727731903082.post-6017265895867903609</id><published>2011-12-24T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T16:31:57.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby Seven Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MamfJvjc6p0/TvZtIhLtb6I/AAAAAAAAAPI/aCf5lN_BdiQ/s1600/IMG_0158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MamfJvjc6p0/TvZtIhLtb6I/AAAAAAAAAPI/aCf5lN_BdiQ/s320/IMG_0158.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can you believe that this Chunky Monkey is already seven months?&amp;nbsp; I cant! She's growing so fast. I also cant believe how fast she learns things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few months she can:&lt;br /&gt;*clap her hands&lt;br /&gt;*loves the camera and smiles&lt;br /&gt;*sits up on her own &lt;br /&gt;*loves raspberries on her tummy&lt;br /&gt;*cant crawl yet but can scoot super fast to something she wants&lt;br /&gt;*can put her own binks in her mouth&lt;br /&gt;*Loves people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is such a joy in our lives.&amp;nbsp; She brightens my day and my days off never come sooner so I can spend time with her.. We Love you Abigail!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6631202727731903082-6017265895867903609?l=emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/6017265895867903609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6631202727731903082&amp;postID=6017265895867903609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/6017265895867903609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/6017265895867903609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/2011/12/abby-seven-months.html' title='Abby Seven Months'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MamfJvjc6p0/TvZtIhLtb6I/AAAAAAAAAPI/aCf5lN_BdiQ/s72-c/IMG_0158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631202727731903082.post-3694727259768137363</id><published>2011-09-18T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T23:04:35.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abigail....4 Months Old</title><content type='html'>Well Abby is now 4 months old and learning new things every day....I cant believe how fast she is growing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby has learned how to roll on to her tummy from her back &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3da6z3NPpX8/TnbUx5x3aOI/AAAAAAAAAO4/MuxXscutydA/s1600/061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rYCZ9k52OE8/TnbUTNDEkXI/AAAAAAAAAO0/onHOVq73Yac/s1600/086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rYCZ9k52OE8/TnbUTNDEkXI/AAAAAAAAAO0/onHOVq73Yac/s320/086.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and smiles when ever she sees Mommy or Daddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3da6z3NPpX8/TnbUx5x3aOI/AAAAAAAAAO4/MuxXscutydA/s1600/061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3da6z3NPpX8/TnbUx5x3aOI/AAAAAAAAAO4/MuxXscutydA/s320/061.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the last couple of months poor Abby had&amp;nbsp;Roseola..=(&lt;br /&gt;She did pretty well with it and was a trouper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HxKW1ktMRyU/TnbWLPDdvFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/FOW_KY7SBKQ/s1600/066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HxKW1ktMRyU/TnbWLPDdvFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/FOW_KY7SBKQ/s1600/066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today we learned that she loves our puppy dog, &amp;nbsp;Honey.&amp;nbsp; I took her outside in the backyard, of the in-laws, and was sitting on the swinging bench.&amp;nbsp; Honey walked by and Abby started giggling...Ive never heard her giggle like that. Every time Honey walked by Abby would start to giggle.. It was the cutest thing and I &amp;nbsp;was upset that I didn't catch it on video or got it on audio.&amp;nbsp; Next time i will!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Abby catches everyones attention and is always the center of attention. I dont know how many times Grandma Chase tells me that she took her somewhere and everyone just stared at Abby. Abby amazes me more and more each day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here are a few things about Abby: 4 Months Old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. Loves her Mommy and Daddy....always wants us to be in the room with her when we are with her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. Can roll over on to her tummy from her back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. Loves Honey....Giggles each time she sees her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4. Is almost on the verge of sitting up on her own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5. Fights and fights and fights sleep...always wants to know whats going on around her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have a feeling that Im going to have my hands full this one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2nwIGVH_Bw0/TnbbMXwqZdI/AAAAAAAAAPA/6L4ZJcyJHhQ/s320/IMG_6081.JPG" width="320" /&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/6631202727731903082-3694727259768137363?l=emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/3694727259768137363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6631202727731903082&amp;postID=3694727259768137363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/3694727259768137363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/3694727259768137363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/2011/09/abigail4-months-old.html' title='Abigail....4 Months Old'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rYCZ9k52OE8/TnbUTNDEkXI/AAAAAAAAAO0/onHOVq73Yac/s72-c/086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631202727731903082.post-2526092772887204189</id><published>2011-06-13T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T18:08:43.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Introducing......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ABIGAIL MICHELLE CHASE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TNU8RjIOu2U/Tfam7HpMVnI/AAAAAAAAAOM/mTO9pDbcX1U/s1600/222810_10150178650304845_508829844_6904492_3705916_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TNU8RjIOu2U/Tfam7HpMVnI/AAAAAAAAAOM/mTO9pDbcX1U/s320/222810_10150178650304845_508829844_6904492_3705916_n.jpg" t8="true" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Born May 11, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2:02 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6 Pounds 0 Ounces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;19 1\2 Inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;St. Rose Sienna Hospital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom and Baby are doing great...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FSqUpACiqSg/TfanCAE79sI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/d2eCfP7b8rg/s1600/230411_10150178650549845_508829844_6904499_7787845_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FSqUpACiqSg/TfanCAE79sI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/d2eCfP7b8rg/s320/230411_10150178650549845_508829844_6904499_7787845_n.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;In one week Abby gain 1 pound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GyugLX3UNrg/TfapEvYB2aI/AAAAAAAAAOc/rO4hzL0iITo/s1600/IMG_0791.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GyugLX3UNrg/TfapEvYB2aI/AAAAAAAAAOc/rO4hzL0iITo/s320/IMG_0791.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In one month Abby weighs..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9 Pounds 0 Ounces and is 21 3\4 Inches long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hD_1g0igvPE/Tfar7YuVh5I/AAAAAAAAAOo/G6YYU8PSl3g/s1600/IMG_5960.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hD_1g0igvPE/Tfar7YuVh5I/AAAAAAAAAOo/G6YYU8PSl3g/s320/IMG_5960.JPG" t8="true" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She sure is growing fast....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More pictures to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6631202727731903082-2526092772887204189?l=emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/2526092772887204189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6631202727731903082&amp;postID=2526092772887204189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/2526092772887204189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/2526092772887204189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/2011/06/introducing.html' title='Introducing......'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TNU8RjIOu2U/Tfam7HpMVnI/AAAAAAAAAOM/mTO9pDbcX1U/s72-c/222810_10150178650304845_508829844_6904492_3705916_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631202727731903082.post-3107826195364374186</id><published>2009-09-09T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:35:42.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Wedding Shoot!</title><content type='html'>Well apparently I need to update my blog...sorry guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 18th I had the opportunity to photograph my very first wedding. It was so much fun but it was pretty much the hottest day of summer, so I didn't get as many shots as I wanted since we were all sweating. The bride and groom kept asking me when were done. It was that hot. It was a long day. The sealing was at nine in the morning with the reception at three in the afternoon. I didn't get home til about eight o'clock, and I was up at six thirty. The brides parents live in Sandy Valley, Nevada which is about I think a half hour away from the state boarder...California and Nevada. So the Wedding was an all day thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here are some of the shots that I got at the Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SqhlPy32SCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/0Dr3uUU05OA/s1600-h/IMG_2339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379661076922517538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SqhlPy32SCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/0Dr3uUU05OA/s320/IMG_2339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SqhlQaALllI/AAAAAAAAAME/ctFH0ks3jC0/s1600-h/IMG_2348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379661087426451026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SqhlQaALllI/AAAAAAAAAME/ctFH0ks3jC0/s320/IMG_2348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SqhlQ02DoqI/AAAAAAAAAMM/6gpK3vudzsc/s1600-h/IMG_2359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379661094631744162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SqhlQ02DoqI/AAAAAAAAAMM/6gpK3vudzsc/s320/IMG_2359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SqhlRSl97AI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Ze_KJ2-6fX4/s1600-h/IMG_2483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379661102617324546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SqhlRSl97AI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Ze_KJ2-6fX4/s320/IMG_2483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SqhlSK4rGwI/AAAAAAAAAMc/bktEWS9Xgbk/s1600-h/IMG_2508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379661117728168706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SqhlSK4rGwI/AAAAAAAAAMc/bktEWS9Xgbk/s320/IMG_2508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought this one looked better in black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/Sqhqd9SecMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/cRDn8wj8TDA/s1600-h/IMG_2535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379666817794863298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/Sqhqd9SecMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/cRDn8wj8TDA/s320/IMG_2535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/Sqhq5YnhbvI/AAAAAAAAAMs/SuUNpMsj8fs/s1600-h/IMG_2541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379667288987365106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/Sqhq5YnhbvI/AAAAAAAAAMs/SuUNpMsj8fs/s320/IMG_2541.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my favorite Ring shot that I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SqhrmeMl8HI/AAAAAAAAAM0/whqskhgBwfw/s1600-h/IMG_2568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379668063579140210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SqhrmeMl8HI/AAAAAAAAAM0/whqskhgBwfw/s320/IMG_2568.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got this idea from my friend Sarah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SqhvUtoplrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/HribyzGJYAg/s1600-h/IMG_2616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379672156532217522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SqhvUtoplrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/HribyzGJYAg/s320/IMG_2616.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/Sqhv32T2-yI/AAAAAAAAANE/XgHtrNgMT9c/s1600-h/IMG_2634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379672760156355362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/Sqhv32T2-yI/AAAAAAAAANE/XgHtrNgMT9c/s320/IMG_2634.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is an Emmie original. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pictures of the reception to come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6631202727731903082-3107826195364374186?l=emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/3107826195364374186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6631202727731903082&amp;postID=3107826195364374186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/3107826195364374186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/3107826195364374186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-first-wedding-shoot.html' title='My first Wedding Shoot!'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SqhlPy32SCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/0Dr3uUU05OA/s72-c/IMG_2339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631202727731903082.post-7933837355592716610</id><published>2009-06-08T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:09:05.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time over due...</title><content type='html'>Well Mike and I took a week vacation from work and drove up to Utah. We drove up Friday May 29 and came back June 3. We had so much fun.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 29, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive up was horrible. We were doing fine til we hit really bad construction in Juab County. The truck in front of us was initially driving off the side the road to "hit" rocks at us. We had two rock chips on my windshield in my 2005 Merc that we bought in February. You could see these huge rocks fly up and coming down on our car. It was so scary and horrible......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike was so mad about the rock chips (cuz he is a car nut and who likes a chipped windshield anyway?) that he started to speed a little....not to much but over the speed limit in a construction zone. Kind of freaky....lets just say that we got pulled over and got a ticket in a construction zone. (saw that one coming) Fortunately, we told the officer that it was our "honeymoon" and he let us off with just a normal speeding ticket. Not the best way to start off your vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting back on the road we got stuck in an hours worth of Traffic. Going from two lanes to one after driving 5 hours is not fun and highly uncomfortable. Well we finally reached our destination....Lehi/highland. We stayed and Mikes sisters house. (Thanks Michelle and Dave!) We got in around 5:30. We were so tired that we went and ate at Denny's, (which had poor service and got my order wrong) and then crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 30, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we (Michelle, Dave, Mike and I) went and ate at Tacanos....kind of like Texas De Brazil. (yummy food). After lunch we drove up to Park City, which was very pretty and all but everything was closing down by the time we got there around 5:30. So we decided to go down to Temple square and hang out there while I took some pictures. It felt so good to be back at Temple Square. I didn't realize how much I missed it. After Temple Square we ate at JCW's for dinner. Mikes' favorite burger place now! We went back to the house and watched Arrested Development which is Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 31, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Emmie!&lt;br /&gt;      21 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to Sacrament Meeting with Michelle and Dave and then changed so we could have lunch with Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle Brad and Aunt Veronica. We were running early so we stopped at the West Jordan Temple and took some pictures. The gates weren't open so we stayed in the parking lot. About a half hour later we were on our way again to Grandma's house to met Grandpa there and then go out to eat for my Birthday. We decided on Golden Corral. We all had fun chit chatting and happy to be with each other. Thanks Grandpa Christensen and Grandma Rook... it will be a birthday I will always remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch with our Grandparents we went back to Temple Square to relax and just enjoy each others company...Mike and I. I got my "birthday pictures" taken by Mike with the Temple in the back ground... they are gorgeous. Mike is becoming quit the photographer as well. We were suppose to met up with Dave and Michelle and go watch the Joesph Smith Movie since Mike had never seen it....well Dave and Chell never showed up so we went on with out them....(we missed you guys!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we headed home and stopped at JCW's once again. We took it to go so we could relax. Chelle had made a gluten free chocolate cake, which was delicious, and Chelle, Mike, and Dave sang "Happy Birthday" to me. (Thanks Chelle it was awesome). I had a great Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 1, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went and hiked up Mount Timpanogos. It took us about an hour and twenty minutes....I think....to make it to the top.  The sight was gorgeous. I loved being up in the trees and the fresh air. We made it to the top and got to go on our own tour. Just the three of us. (Mike, Chelle and I) On the way down was when I got my pretty stellar photography shots of the rocks, mountains and sky. I loved it. After hiking the Mountain we went home and showered and went to a movie. Since  we were sore and felt like doing something that didn't have us move around to much. We went and saw Star Trek. Now I'm not a big Star Trek fan but I loved that movie...it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About five minutes before the movie was to end, it cut off on us. We waited for five minutes before they finally turned it back on. When was back on, they left all the lights on. We got a refund. Lame-o! Way home for dinner we once again stopped at JCW's....Mike loves that place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 2, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and ate with Chelle and Dave at Pat's BBQ for lunch. (Mike and I were watching the Food Network a few weeks before we went on vacation and Pat's came on. The smoke their meatloaf and BBQ. Mike is not one to pass down on BBQ) After lunch we went and visited with Grandpa. We thought we would have enough time to visit other family members but we stayed at Grandpas' house a little longer then we thought.  After visiting with Grandpa we went and "chilled" with Mikes' friends. All friends from high school. We had fun but once again on the way home went to JCW's. (he he he)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 3, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home to Vegas...Traffic was fine til we hit the "bowl". We were in traffic for an hour.  It was horrible.  I'm just glad to be back home but miss everyone already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures coming soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6631202727731903082-7933837355592716610?l=emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/7933837355592716610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6631202727731903082&amp;postID=7933837355592716610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/7933837355592716610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/7933837355592716610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-time-over-due.html' title='Long time over due...'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631202727731903082.post-1638753255642318810</id><published>2009-02-05T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:51:38.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Held at Gun point!</title><content type='html'>I guess seeing my life pass before my eyes, has given me a new perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday February 5, 2009, I, Emily Chase, was held at gunpoint at work. Now please don't freak out but I am alive, safe and very thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work at Subway as a store Manager. I open the store every morning at eight in the morning.  Well today, at ten minutes past eight, a guy (I'm pretty sure he was Hispanic) came into my store. He said some thing when he first came in but I didn't catch it. I told him hello not realizing that he was wearing a bandanna. It was when he pulled his gun out, pointed it at me and said "didn't you hear me, give me your money!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no time to panic. Since I had just opened the store I hadn't put the money in the register yet. I calming told him that there was no money in the register and that it was open for him to see. He peered over the counter and looked inside my empty register. He than asked for the safe money. Again as calming as I could I told him that I didn't have the safe codes and the person who had them hasn't shown up yet. ( I guess this was an okay time to lie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw my purse. Asked for wallet. (still pointing that ugly black gun at me) I told I had no money. He said he didn't care and to give him my ID.  I flat out told him NO! I gave him what ever money I had in my back pocket of my work pants. He took the money, hesitated for a minute, told me I was "Lucky" and walked out of my store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been so scared in my life. I am so grateful to have a loving a father who watching out me every single day. I have taken my life for granted and after today I know I wont be anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6631202727731903082-1638753255642318810?l=emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/1638753255642318810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6631202727731903082&amp;postID=1638753255642318810' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/1638753255642318810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/1638753255642318810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/2009/02/held-at-gun-point.html' title='Held at Gun point!'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631202727731903082.post-4707297218128353608</id><published>2008-12-27T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:18:29.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends for a Lifetime.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sisters for Eternity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mom, Dad, Lacey and Kelsey stoped by to say hello! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;December 26,2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SVc0XqPV8uI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/U17A546DRts/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284750268822844130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SVc0XqPV8uI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/U17A546DRts/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mom joined in the fun !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SVc0GAphKGI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Rs_5_GDaPus/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284749965600565346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SVc0GAphKGI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Rs_5_GDaPus/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Sisters for Eternity! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(We're thinking of you Megan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SVc0GKeG1oI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4u2e9mxBy8E/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284749968237057666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SVc0GKeG1oI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4u2e9mxBy8E/s320/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Lacey and Kelsey showed me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;their "home depot"dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SVc0Fl3ItsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/taU-v4dOp3c/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284749958409926338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SVc0Fl3ItsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/taU-v4dOp3c/s320/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Striking a pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SVc0FMScSKI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Ifcj5XrRPDU/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284749951545133218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SVc0FMScSKI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Ifcj5XrRPDU/s320/049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Showing off our Muscules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SVc0EjGSi3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/HsFANUVo-wg/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284749940488309618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SVc0EjGSi3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/HsFANUVo-wg/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Showing off our muscules again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sisters are so much fun!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6631202727731903082-4707297218128353608?l=emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/4707297218128353608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6631202727731903082&amp;postID=4707297218128353608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/4707297218128353608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/4707297218128353608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/2008/12/friends-for-lifetime.html' title='Friends for a Lifetime.....'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SVc0XqPV8uI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/U17A546DRts/s72-c/040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631202727731903082.post-3527226482861550835</id><published>2008-12-06T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:35:35.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lexi's First Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Here are just a select few of pictures that I took at Lexi's Party! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I took about 102 photos so...yes you only get a few!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtahanF-hI/AAAAAAAAAII/_17BNC7iyTs/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276910918520142354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtahanF-hI/AAAAAAAAAII/_17BNC7iyTs/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lexi not sure what is going on. Who are all these people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtaWrwylPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/4UFDELMA0xk/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276910734145656050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtaWrwylPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/4UFDELMA0xk/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lexi had a hard time smiling for me, but I thought this was cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtaWaljTSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Iyrqo1-mB-Q/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276910729535114530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtaWaljTSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Iyrqo1-mB-Q/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lexi was more interested in her wrapping paper then she was in her own presents! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(silly girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtaV_6DvoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_Oq1qzQfKwg/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276910722373369474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtaV_6DvoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_Oq1qzQfKwg/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lexi was sure happy with all the new toys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtaVg-sRMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/oZaxHTl1N9E/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276910714071303362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtaVg-sRMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/oZaxHTl1N9E/s320/049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lexi got her own phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtaVRWcfQI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4JWvdBVEVLc/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276910709875965186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtaVRWcfQI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4JWvdBVEVLc/s320/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lexi watching all the other kids playing with her toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtYqqSaovI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9ifZ70mAg6k/s1600-h/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276908878323950322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtYqqSaovI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9ifZ70mAg6k/s320/073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lexi's birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtYqMYTz5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_MLbn4QmgWQ/s1600-h/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276908870295605138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtYqMYTz5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_MLbn4QmgWQ/s320/078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was really excited for her cake...really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtYpYHY2-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/sp6iS9JgzXc/s1600-h/081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276908856265989090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtYpYHY2-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/sp6iS9JgzXc/s320/081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lexi only ate the frosting at first....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtYpBFBEdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/JDI1W-Gg7jA/s1600-h/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276908850082025938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtYpBFBEdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/JDI1W-Gg7jA/s320/082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Momma had to smash her hand in it to get her to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtYo48khpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HmOYaE4121U/s1600-h/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276908847899117202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtYo48khpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HmOYaE4121U/s320/092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this...yea Lexi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtXshJYKzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/besSHfMDS1k/s1600-h/095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276907810718231346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtXshJYKzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/besSHfMDS1k/s320/095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can anyone say "sugar rush"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtXcNU_k7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Yg0kCRNGV7Q/s1600-h/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276907530520335282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtXcNU_k7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Yg0kCRNGV7Q/s320/098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lexi was one happy baby after eating that cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Lexi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt Emmie and Uncle Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6631202727731903082-3527226482861550835?l=emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/3527226482861550835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6631202727731903082&amp;postID=3527226482861550835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/3527226482861550835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/3527226482861550835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/2008/12/lexis-first-birthday.html' title='Lexi&apos;s First Birthday!'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtahanF-hI/AAAAAAAAAII/_17BNC7iyTs/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631202727731903082.post-6121770454265580197</id><published>2008-10-21T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T02:14:25.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hubby Tag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SP2ZE945_II/AAAAAAAAAFI/fPThEw6rOSY/s1600-h/100_0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259528250450377858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 447px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="405" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SP2ZE945_II/AAAAAAAAAFI/fPThEw6rOSY/s320/100_0101.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Where did you meet? We met through a mutual friend from church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) How long did you date before you got married? Well, we became best friends, didn't know we were actually "dating" , until our mothers told us so...about a month and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) How long have you been married? November 24 will be our one year mark!  YEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What is your favorite feature of his? His eyes top the charts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What is your favorite quality of his? How loving he is towards me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Does he have a nickname for you? Yep...I hear the word "hun" all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What is his favorite food? Pasta, Pasta, Pasta and more Pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What is his favorite sport? Formula One Racing...in his world...it's a sport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) When and where was your first kiss? You know what.....he know this better then I do. ouch! I would have to say on my front porch but I have no idea when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What is your favorite thing to do as a couple? Go to the Temple and just hang out with each other, since we don't have time anymore....we both work about fifty hours a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Do you have any children? Nope not yet but he wishes soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Does he have a hidden talent? He likes to build things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) How old is he? He will be turning 28 in November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Who said "I love you" first? and again I think he knows that better then I do...Wow...thats sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) What is his favorite type of music? He's into a mix of things. I doesn't like Rap though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) What do you admire the most about him? That he cares about me and loves mewith all his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Do you think he will read this? I don't know...He doesn't like blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;Alyssha, Weggie, Cecily, Anna, Jenny, Marcie, Stacie, and Michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6631202727731903082-6121770454265580197?l=emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/6121770454265580197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6631202727731903082&amp;postID=6121770454265580197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/6121770454265580197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/6121770454265580197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/2008/10/hubby-tag.html' title='The Hubby Tag!'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/SP2ZE945_II/AAAAAAAAAFI/fPThEw6rOSY/s72-c/100_0101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631202727731903082.post-3798456945711916310</id><published>2008-10-10T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:58:12.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The number 8!!!!</title><content type='html'>Tagged: 8 Things&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8 TV shows I love to watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. Hereos&lt;br /&gt;2. Smallville&lt;br /&gt;3. One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;4. Family Guy&lt;br /&gt;5. Americas Next Top Model&lt;br /&gt;6. House&lt;br /&gt;7. Formula One Racing...the hubby got me hooked&lt;br /&gt;8. Disney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite restaurants:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cheesecake Factory&lt;br /&gt;2. Sweet Tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;Does Fast Food Count?&lt;br /&gt;3. Subway&lt;br /&gt;4. The Bell&lt;br /&gt;5. In and Out&lt;br /&gt;I don't go out much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things that happened yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;1. Drove to Work&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to Work&lt;br /&gt;3. Worked&lt;br /&gt;4. Worked some more&lt;br /&gt;5. Ate lunch/dinner&lt;br /&gt;6. Worked some more&lt;br /&gt;7. Closed the store&lt;br /&gt;8. Drove home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I am looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Celebrating my one year with my Hubby&lt;br /&gt;2. Christmas&lt;br /&gt;3. Spending time with Family&lt;br /&gt;4. Disneyland...aka Honeymoon&lt;br /&gt;5. Getting better at Photography&lt;br /&gt;6. Moving work closing to home&lt;br /&gt;7. Seeing my little neice for the first time&lt;br /&gt;8. Running my own store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things on my wish list:&lt;br /&gt;1. Work being closer to home&lt;br /&gt;2. Being out of Debt&lt;br /&gt;3. Seeing my Family more&lt;br /&gt;4. Being able to spend more time with Mikey&lt;br /&gt;5. To scrapbook more&lt;br /&gt;6. Become a better blogger....sorry guys!&lt;br /&gt;7. Be able to cook&lt;br /&gt;8. Not work so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 People I'm tagging:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cecily&lt;br /&gt;2. Megan&lt;br /&gt;3. Anna&lt;br /&gt;4. Jenny&lt;br /&gt;5. Michelle&lt;br /&gt;6. Alyssha&lt;br /&gt;7. Lacey&lt;br /&gt;8. Marcie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6631202727731903082-3798456945711916310?l=emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/3798456945711916310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6631202727731903082&amp;postID=3798456945711916310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/3798456945711916310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/3798456945711916310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/2008/10/number-8.html' title='The number 8!!!!'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631202727731903082.post-6273980000274613368</id><published>2008-08-27T00:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T01:32:54.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag. . . I'm It!</title><content type='html'>Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Link to the person who tagged you. &lt;br /&gt;www.joshuasfamily.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Post the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Write six random things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I have seen Phantom of the Opera on Broadway twice...in Vegas of course, and would love to see it again! I'm a BIG Broadway fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I can never leave the house with out my cell phone....If I do then I feel so lost and disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I am a huge fan of Disney. I love anything Disney. I have Thumper and Pluto in the back of my car and my Ipod is mostly Disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I have not been on my honeymoon yet and I've almost been married for ten months....we had planned on going to Disneyland but Mikes parents were coming home from California two night before we were suppose to leave. They said that is was raining and was suppose to rain the entire time we were suppose to be there, so we canceled...I totally regret cuz we haven't gone anywhere yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I have a hard time cooking. I never took the time to learn how to cook, so cooking is a new experience for me. I get frustrated so Mike usually ends up cooking...I'm working on cooking more so Mike doesn't have to do it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I love to read! I could read all day and not care about anything. (chores and whatnot) I could read about two books a day, in my jammies, in bed. I'm a book worm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6631202727731903082-6273980000274613368?l=emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/6273980000274613368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6631202727731903082&amp;postID=6273980000274613368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/6273980000274613368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/6273980000274613368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/2008/08/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag. . . I&apos;m It!'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631202727731903082.post-8756100821317746997</id><published>2008-08-19T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T01:09:55.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged</title><content type='html'>Four random things I like about my husband :&lt;br /&gt;1. The way he acts like a little kid&lt;br /&gt;2. The way he is willing to help out&lt;br /&gt;3. The way he always thinks about me&lt;br /&gt;4. How silly he can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four jobs I’ve had:&lt;br /&gt;1. Marie Callendars&lt;br /&gt;2. Subway&lt;br /&gt;3. Nanny&lt;br /&gt;4. Subway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies I have watched more than once:&lt;br /&gt;1. She's All That&lt;br /&gt;2. She's the Man&lt;br /&gt;3. Austin Powers&lt;br /&gt;4. Enchanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV shows I watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. Heros&lt;br /&gt;2. Smallville&lt;br /&gt;3. House&lt;br /&gt;4. Family Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I have been:&lt;br /&gt;1. Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;2. Utah&lt;br /&gt;3. Arizona&lt;br /&gt;4. Wyoming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of my favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;1.cereal&lt;br /&gt;2. Cheese&lt;br /&gt;3. Chicken&lt;br /&gt;4. Steak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I would like to visit:&lt;br /&gt;1. England&lt;br /&gt;2. Spain&lt;br /&gt;3. Walt Disney World&lt;br /&gt;4. Sea World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things I am looking forward to in the coming year:&lt;br /&gt;1. Actually going on my honeymoon&lt;br /&gt;2. Finding time for myself&lt;br /&gt;3. Finding A "better" job&lt;br /&gt;4. Spending time with Family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6631202727731903082-8756100821317746997?l=emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/8756100821317746997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6631202727731903082&amp;postID=8756100821317746997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/8756100821317746997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/8756100821317746997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631202727731903082.post-6085175919139185989</id><published>2008-08-15T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:47:25.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnt out cuz of work</title><content type='html'>Hey guys sorry I haven't posted in a while. Life has been pretty hetic with work and everything else.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To catch everyone up...I am now an assistent Manager at subway and work fifty hours a week and work the same shifts over and over and over and I'm getting a little burnt out. I have no time for my self anymore and I feel my self confidence kind of going down the drain and Mike doesn't help with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss keeps telling me that soon we will be getting a few more stores and that I might be running one of them but when I ask he says he doesn't know anymore. I'm starting to lose all my hopes in this job and getting ready to look for another one. I just don't know what to do anymore....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6631202727731903082-6085175919139185989?l=emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/6085175919139185989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6631202727731903082&amp;postID=6085175919139185989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/6085175919139185989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/6085175919139185989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/2008/08/burnt-out-cuz-of-work.html' title='Burnt out cuz of work'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631202727731903082.post-5855385366334143646</id><published>2008-05-26T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T12:36:34.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscarriage.....why me?</title><content type='html'>Well as most of you probably know by now I lost Baby Chase on Friday, May 23, 2008. What a horrible experience. It all started, I guess, on Thursday. I was having some spotting but thought nothing of it since some women experience spotting around the time of their period. So I went on my day. That night Mike and I said our couple prayer and I think at that time both of us knew what was going to happen...I couldn't stop crying. It was just going to get harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning Mike left around six to go to work and I woke up an hour later with some light lower stomach pain. Went to the bathroom and I was more then spotting. I called mom and Mike and they both said to call my Doctor....My Doctor's office isn't open on Friday. They do however have some type of answer service that will page the doctor and the doctor will call you when they get a page. I called the doctor around eight thirty and never received a call. Called Mom back and she said the Scott and Cecily were on their way to pick her up and then come get me and take me to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time I am having contractions about every five to six minutes. It was another hour and a half before Mom, Scott, Cecily and Lexi showed up to take me to the Hospital. We get to the ER and the ladies at the front desk tell us to go to level three, Labor and Delivery. I get in a wheel chair since I'm still in pain and we get to level three and they tell us to go back down where we came from...the ER. After filling out the form I waited the waiting room for what seemed like forever, until they called me up just to get more information, while I'm still in pain. They took some blood, although the lady taking it had no idea what she was doing since she had to wiggle the needle into place to get the blood, and I had to give them a urine sample....that was not fun at all. Being in Labor and bleeding and trying to give someone a urine sample...please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was in labor, and in the bathroom (which was a good thing) I threw up in the toilet. (thank goodness my mother was there with me) I got the urine sample and then waited again. A few minutes later they called my name again but to fill out all the &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;registration&lt;/span&gt; paperwork. By this time Mike made it the ER and was with...during the registration they called my name again to get my blood drawn. Yea me! Mike stayed to do the registration and I went back and they did their thing. After I got done, Mike was still doing the registration and I went straight to a trash can and threw up again. Two minutes later they called my name again but I told them that Mike was still filling out the paperwork. I went and sat down next to mom (Scott took Cecily and Lexi home) and just sat in pain. Mike came back and for the next two and half hours I sat in the waiting room, in labor, with none of the ER specialist doing anything about it. They didn't give me a &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;separate &lt;/span&gt;room or a bed. I was in a chair, with my mom on one side and Mike on the other, in Labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That has been one the hardest things I have ever have to do. I had no medication or anything. I went through the labor process all natural. I can't even believe that I did that. After the two and a half hours of being in Labor they finally called my name for an Ultrasound. That was fun...NOT.  (sorry for the gross details)...I'm bleeding heavily, I'm exhausted, and just want to go home. The radiologist did a regular ultrasound and a vascular ultrasound....if that's how you spell it....that was slightly uncomfortable.  After that they wheeled me back in to the waiting room til a doctor was ready to see me.  Two minutes later they called me in to see a doctor...the doctor was a little surprised that I knew what had happened....that I knew I was in labor....he checked my heart beat and then lead me into another room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in the other room, they had me change into a hospital gown so they could do an ob check.  They actually took out the fetus, since that was the only thing left inside of me.  ( I didn't even get to see it...I kind of wanted it)   After that they finally gave me a bed to lay on for the next twenty to thirty minutes.  It felt so good to lie down after that experience...about a half hour later they gave me my perscription that I was suppose to take and I was released to go.  Thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home took a shower and cried myself to sleep.  That has to be the hardest and most emotional times in my life.  It sucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6631202727731903082-5855385366334143646?l=emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/5855385366334143646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6631202727731903082&amp;postID=5855385366334143646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/5855385366334143646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/5855385366334143646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/2008/05/miscarriagewhy-me.html' title='Miscarriage.....why me?'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631202727731903082.post-7568136009794865812</id><published>2008-04-25T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T12:06:14.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nineteen going on Twenty and Pregnant!</title><content type='html'>Yes you read the title right.....Emily Ann Chase is pregnant!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I went to the doctors yesterday to confirm and I am eight weeks and 3 days today  along. I went to the doctors by myself...That was a little scary but not really. Mike and I live in North Las Vegas and my appointment was clear in Henderson....Mike and I are planning on moving to Spring Valley by the end of May.... so we decided it would be better going to Henderson now instead of coming clear out to North Las Vegas after we have moved.  My appointment was at nine in the morning and I had to check in at eight thirty.  Since traffic is horrible that early in the morning I got up at six fifty and left the house by seven thirty.  Thank goodness I did...it took me an hour to get there with traffic the way it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way I got there five minutes before I had to check in...Yea I made it alive and on time...It took me almost a half hour to fill out all the paper work. (I never knew you had to fill out so many papers) I got called back in to the doctors office at about nine fifteen. I never actually talked to a doctor but one of the head nurses. She went over my paper work and gave me a whole bunch of papers....what medication I can take, classes to take and so on....I also got my "breastfeeding "bag. (a diaper bag filled with papers and books about breastfeeding and taking care of baby.  She gave me a due date which is December 2, 2008. That is about two weeks after Mike and I's first wedding anniversary.  Yea us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to the nurse I had my blood drawn. They drew like twelve viles of blood...okay I maybe exaggerating a little bit..it was more like six or seven.  After the fourth one my arm started to go to sleep...yikes...anyway after having my blood drawn I couldn't feel my arm for almost two hours...I could move it everything but it was the weirdest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Mike and I are really excited...Mike wants a boy and is already saying that he will be into soccer and car racing....he wants to sign or baby up at age four to start racing....I am so against that but he's not listening....I think he's too excited...Men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6631202727731903082-7568136009794865812?l=emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/7568136009794865812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6631202727731903082&amp;postID=7568136009794865812' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/7568136009794865812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/7568136009794865812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/2008/04/nineteen-going-on-twenty-and-pregnant.html' title='Nineteen going on Twenty and Pregnant!'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631202727731903082.post-875523869334068943</id><published>2008-03-18T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T13:07:19.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salary at Subway</title><content type='html'>Well a few weeks ago my manager, Keith, had told me that starting in the beginning of April that I would be going on Salary. * Yes this is what I've been working so hard for.* Friday night, March 14, we had a store "cleaning meeting". We cleaned the store then had a meeting. At this meeting we were told that starting in two weeks, when Keith gets back from Vacation, that Stephenie, Ray's daughter, *owners daughter*, would be going on Salary there for she would be come "the other manager"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a complete shock to me. I didn't know if I was still going on Salary or what. I never got the chance to ask him that night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dang&lt;/span&gt; it. Well the day after the meeting.....Saturday...I got my opportunity to ask him. I asked Keith if I was still going on salary since Stephenie was. He gave me a deer in the headlights look and said..... well I don't know. It's Ray's decision and not mine. Beside I don't think you can handle it....your night crew has said that you have been getting stressed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt; and I just don't think you can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a big let down...who promises an employee salary and then rip right away.  A few days later I find out that Stephenie was have second thoughts about leaving her other job.  Keith made the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;schedule&lt;/span&gt; and she wasn't on salary...I asked him about it and he said that he needed to talk to Ray and that if she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; going on Salary then he would see if he could get me in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to be the second hand person? I feel so used and Abused at subway with Keith working as my manager. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;treats&lt;/span&gt; his employees so wrong. I doubt that I will be going on salary anytime soon and it's driving me nuts...Just some of the much drama at subway....Yea Subway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6631202727731903082-875523869334068943?l=emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/875523869334068943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6631202727731903082&amp;postID=875523869334068943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/875523869334068943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/875523869334068943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/2008/03/salary-at-subway.html' title='Salary at Subway'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631202727731903082.post-1030792716457882514</id><published>2008-02-25T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:05:26.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE</title><content type='html'>Well our lease is up in June and we have no idea what we are going to do. We know we have to get into a smaller home, apartment, townhome....something...we just don't know where. Mike would like to live in between and Vegas and Henderson. (in between the two carmax's that he works at).* Mike wants to live in the same complex as Scott and Cecily.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been driving crazy. I work forty hours a week, working my butt off, and my manager still finds something to throw in my face.....I hate it. Everything I seem to do just gets me no where with my lame manager. We have a Mandatory store CLEANING meeting. Everyone must be there or you are out of a job. Lame. I mean we are talking about a deep store cleaning. Good thing we are getting paid to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I now have a calling in our ward....yea me! I got called to the Enrichment Committee. We had a meeting to night but I missed cuz I couldn't find the house that it was at. I had no number to call either...I'm mad and frustrated...I thought I had the house, went to the door....wrong house. so frustrating. Jeeze. Oh well. Life goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6631202727731903082-1030792716457882514?l=emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/1030792716457882514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6631202727731903082&amp;postID=1030792716457882514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/1030792716457882514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/1030792716457882514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/2008/02/life.html' title='LIFE'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631202727731903082.post-2250296827228132761</id><published>2008-01-29T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T18:50:44.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged!</title><content type='html'>Well it looks like I've been  tagged and the only one that hasn't written about my ten crazy, wacky, or interesting facts yet. So here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can't leave my house with out my cell phone.   When I do I feel so disconnected and "naked".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't cook a single meal. I don't know how and I never have time to learn or "experiment" on Mike.  He he he. Anybody have any tips..that would be helpful....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am a very poor journal writer.  I've tried countless times but always fail. That's one of the reasons that I made my own blog and I'm failing at that. I guess once I get my own computer I'll be better at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I can't decide if I want to  go to school for dance, photography or Massage Therapy.  It's driving me crazy but I think I'm leaning more for Massage Therapy but I still don't know.  AHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow four down and six to go....didn't think I'd get this for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I wake up at three in the morning three to four days a week.  Subway does school lunches and I was lucky enough as to get that shift with two other co-workers.  Yea me! *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Mike has gotten me into cars.  (not just model cars but "real" cars....if that even makes sense)&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I learn something different about cars and I actually listen....strange.  (Rally car racing would be fun....but highly dangerous)      ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I've only been driving for one year.  I got my permit in December of 06, my car in February of 07and my License in March of 07....I know..who gets their car first...weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.I've only been to Disneyland twice in my whole life.  That kind of stinks as to how I am I BIG Disney fan.  Makes me a little sad....:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I have to fall asleep before Mike otherwise I toss and turn all night....he snores and won't turn over when I kick him....dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I only knew Mike three months before we got engaged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6631202727731903082-2250296827228132761?l=emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/2250296827228132761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6631202727731903082&amp;postID=2250296827228132761' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/2250296827228132761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/2250296827228132761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged!'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631202727731903082.post-4064849867266051585</id><published>2008-01-05T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T20:56:35.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year and Still Crazy!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't written in a long time. Life has been crazy with being sick, working, and still being a newlywed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be two months on the twenty fourth that Mike and I have been married! (yea us!!) We had a little rocky start but we're getting there. We haven't heard anything yet but we might be moving to Utah by the end of June.  (Yea *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sarcastically&lt;/span&gt;* Our first move- to snow-and cold*sigh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like Mike and I will finally be able to go on our honeymoon.  Yea! ...bonus month...we're going to DISNEYLAND!  We are supper excited and we would like to go see Wicked the Musical too. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (If anyone has any suggestions with tickets and what not that would be awesome!)      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We plan and traveling on the 24 of Janruary and coming home either Monday night or tuesday morning....We are so excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it looks like I'm finally getting my brakes done.  Yea....apparently there was a faulty brake with the ford focus and they had put up a service bullitin and my warrinty isn't up yet so it should be free....Yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subway does school lunches now and we have few two months now?...anyway today I worked my first school lunch shift.....five in the morning to about one....wow ...I am so not use to getting up that early....by 12 I was a little tired.  goodness.  I have to work the same shift tomorrow to..Although Im not complaining cuz it was quite fun...I mean you get to joke around and have fun since you aren't dealing with customers.  It was fun.   Well Im going to bed early so I can have plenty of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  New Year Resoulution.......Write more blogs.  Sorry again guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6631202727731903082-4064849867266051585?l=emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/4064849867266051585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6631202727731903082&amp;postID=4064849867266051585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/4064849867266051585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/4064849867266051585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-and-still-crazy.html' title='The New Year and Still Crazy!'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631202727731903082.post-3541596261316286824</id><published>2007-12-12T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T09:45:28.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name change</title><content type='html'>Well it's official.....I am now Mrs. Emily Ann Chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I spent two and a half hours at the social Security Office yesterday to get my name changed. Mike had the day off and I didn't have to be at work til five so we wasted those hours together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was long but it went by fast &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; we watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt; the third on his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;zune&lt;/span&gt;. Now I get to Change my name on my Drivers Licence. Yea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6631202727731903082-3541596261316286824?l=emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/3541596261316286824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6631202727731903082&amp;postID=3541596261316286824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/3541596261316286824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/3541596261316286824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/2007/12/well-its-official.html' title='Name change'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631202727731903082.post-1955285273315602668</id><published>2007-12-04T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T12:24:19.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Married Life!</title><content type='html'>Ah the married life.....there's nothing like it! So I've been married for a little over a week now and it's great. Although I am suffering from "mommy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;withdrawals&lt;/span&gt;" I'm managing to get by. Work has been keeping me busy and our house still needs a few touch ups. Our house is mostly done, my craft room still needs to be done and part of our room still needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems to ask me......"so how's the married life?"&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth it's not that different from when I was engaged.  We were always together so not much as changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So how is the Married life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6631202727731903082-1955285273315602668?l=emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/1955285273315602668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6631202727731903082&amp;postID=1955285273315602668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/1955285273315602668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/1955285273315602668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/2007/12/married-life.html' title='Married Life!'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631202727731903082.post-7937433199277664902</id><published>2007-11-15T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T12:55:29.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Date</title><content type='html'>Well dates are set and invitations are out but with wrong information.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of previous events Mike and I will be getting married in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas Temple on November 24 at 1:30 in the afternoon.   Yea   that's only a week away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6631202727731903082-7937433199277664902?l=emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/7937433199277664902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6631202727731903082&amp;postID=7937433199277664902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/7937433199277664902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/7937433199277664902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/2007/11/wedding-date.html' title='Wedding Date'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631202727731903082.post-1092572322901053627</id><published>2007-11-14T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T12:32:49.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles really do happen!</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday was a crazy day.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a phone call that morning from Mike saying that his divorce wasn't finalized.  I had the worst morning ever after that  phone call.  I went to work with puffy eyes and thinking that I wont be getting married til next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my break and I realized that I had a voice mail from Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey just wanted to let you know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Miracles&lt;/span&gt; really do happen. I've witnessed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;miracles&lt;/span&gt; today.  Well the paper work is done and we also the sealing clearance today.  Call me when you get off and I'll tell you what happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to that voice and cried tears of joy!  I was so happy! I went to Mikes house after work and he explained what had happened.  He and his mom went down to the court house before it opened since he had to be at work at noon. They had told him that his case was an involintary dismissal.  Mike said he almost about threw up and called in sick at work.  Mike had three choices...... one, sue for divorce which could be up to three months or more, two reopen the case, which can be up to three weeks , or three send in all the paper work again and get results in a week.   He chose number three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mike and His mom go print out all the paper work and need his ex wife to sign the papers.  So Mike called her grandpa and he said that he knew she was off today and gave Mike her cell phone number.  Mike called her and she signed the paperwork... Mike didn't tell her that he was getting married otherwise she wouldn't have signed them.  Mike said that she was hesitant to sign the papers but they got them all signed and returned back to the court house right before they closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it looks like Mike and I will be married after all.  We wont be able to make it to Utah to get married to we will be getting married on November 24 in the Las Vegas Temple and Mike will be able to take me through the Temple this  Saturday.   Yea......It looks like things are looking up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6631202727731903082-1092572322901053627?l=emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/1092572322901053627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6631202727731903082&amp;postID=1092572322901053627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/1092572322901053627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/1092572322901053627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/2007/11/miracles-really-do-happen.html' title='Miracles really do happen!'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631202727731903082.post-7375984047775921752</id><published>2007-11-13T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T10:21:49.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed Beyond Limits!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well I have my interview with the Stake President on Wednesday night for my temple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; so I can through the temple on Saturday. Well we haven't heard back from Salt Lake yet so we have no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;clearance&lt;/span&gt;.....therefore mike wont be able to take me through the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just found out today that Mikes Divorce was never finalized......GREAT! Even if we had the clearance we still wouldn't be able to get married. By &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;turning the &lt;/span&gt;paper work back in, it could take up to a month. Also with our whole marriage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;licence&lt;/span&gt;, since we would like to get married in Salt Lake we have to get our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Licence&lt;/span&gt; there. When are we going to find the time to do that? That's a six hour trip for a piece of paper. I feel like my whole world is crashing down around me and I can do nothing about it. Great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6631202727731903082-7375984047775921752?l=emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/7375984047775921752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6631202727731903082&amp;postID=7375984047775921752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/7375984047775921752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/7375984047775921752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/2007/11/stressed-beyond-limits.html' title='Stressed Beyond Limits!!!!'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631202727731903082.post-5893326403835748169</id><published>2007-11-08T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:49:28.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same as Always</title><content type='html'>Well we haven't heard back from the stake Pres. yet but we should find out tonight!  We better, I have my Temple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Recommend&lt;/span&gt; interview on Sunday for my Endowments on Saturday the 17.  If the Stake Pres. doesn't hear from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tonight&lt;/span&gt; he was going to make some phone calls to some general &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;authorities&lt;/span&gt; he knows.......I really hope we find out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tonight&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6631202727731903082-5893326403835748169?l=emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/5893326403835748169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6631202727731903082&amp;postID=5893326403835748169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/5893326403835748169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/5893326403835748169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/2007/11/same-as-always.html' title='Same as Always'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631202727731903082.post-4124165063181970755</id><published>2007-11-01T15:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T15:12:10.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sealing Clearance Papers and Possibly a New Job</title><content type='html'>Well Mike just found out that the Stake President just turned in his papers for his clearance....that means that a week before or the week of we should have the papers back.  This is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frustrating&lt;/span&gt; and what's even more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frustrating&lt;/span&gt; is that he isn't even sealed to his ex wife anymore so why do we have to go through this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting stressed out about everything.  I hate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my best friend just called me and when of her moms friends owns a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fudge shop&lt;/span&gt; and needs major help. My friend ask me...."how much do you like subway?  I can pretty much get you this job!"  She said that they would pay me more then subway is and I would have to close at least three nights a week.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fudge shop &lt;/span&gt; is at the outlet mall so I would have to go down there everyday and they close at nine so it wouldn't be that bad.  I took down the lady's number and said I would have to do some major thinking about it.  Everything is happening so fast!   Help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6631202727731903082-4124165063181970755?l=emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/4124165063181970755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6631202727731903082&amp;postID=4124165063181970755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/4124165063181970755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/4124165063181970755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/2007/11/sealing-clearance-papers-and-possibly.html' title='Sealing Clearance Papers and Possibly a New Job'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631202727731903082.post-7728110356354153267</id><published>2007-10-18T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:24:25.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>Crazy Lady and Letters from Missionaries</title><content type='html'>Well just as I said before, that was only the beginning of my week. Well Tamera had talked to my fiancee and they had agreed that she would call him sometime Monday, since he was off, so he could take a look at her car and see if he could fix it himself. Well Monday rolled around and she never called, but Tuesday she called us both like twenty times each.....who does that? Mike had told me not to answer her phone calls so I didn't and that was probably the worse possible thing I could do. She called everyday at least ten times. If Mike didn't answer his phone she would call me, "crazy lady" did this for a week. I mean she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;threatening&lt;/span&gt; me on her voice mails saying that if I don't talk to her of give her my insurance info that the police were going to come and take me away. "Crazy Lady" just wouldn't give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Mike finally caved in and called her back Saturday night. That just made her even more mad. She came to my house three times &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; she was so upset. Mike didn't talk to her but her husband and her husband didn't even know that she was threatening me. Wow! Well with all that stress, I had gotten a letter that morning from one of my Missionaries that I sent out. I had emailed him to tell him that I was getting married and hoped that I had told him before his parents. Boy was I wrong, I had gotten a "Dear Jane" letter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letter was "suppose" to be from his Mission Presidents wife. yea right. In the letter it had said that "she" had heard of my up coming wedding from Elder so and so and that she feels that she tell him how he felt about the news.....relieved. She then goes on the say that his mission is one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; the hardest missions ever and that Elder so and so is doing fine. It goes on to say how he was using the "flirt of to convert" method on his mission and that he was doing great. It also said how he will be a great dad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;someday&lt;/span&gt; and that he has learned to play two hymns on the piano and that when he gets home from his mission he'll be able to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;serenade&lt;/span&gt; the girls and that thanks to me he has one less to choose from. It was signed like the Mission Presidents wife really did sent it and then there was a P.S.....oh the great P.S....the p.s. and stated that from the strict &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;schedule&lt;/span&gt; the mission president has him on that he is now what us ladies would called "ripped" and that she hopes that when he gets home that I have moved far away &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;there's nothing&lt;/span&gt; worse then knowing that your married for time and all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;eternity&lt;/span&gt; to the wrong Person! What a nasty letter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in tears when I read that letter. It had even come in an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;envelope&lt;/span&gt; from the church. I was sure that it had come from the mission presidents wife. Dad read it said that there was no way that the mission presidents wife would send something like that and that he was going to send it to the mission president &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mentioned&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wife's&lt;/span&gt; name. So with the letter and Tamera, I was not having a good day. I called Tamera back and told her that if she got three estimates that we would look at them and get her car fixed. She said that was fine and she had a place to take her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Monday morning rolls around and I get a call from Tamera saying that she had her car looked at and that she would drop off the "bill" at my house that night. A bill? I told her three estimates! and she agreed with that. This lady is CRAZY! Well mom and I didn't want to answer the door and we didn't know when she was going to show up and we wanted Mike there to talk to her....he didn't get off til seven.....she showed up at six thirty and mom and I answered the door. Big Mistake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We opened the door and Tamera has a smile on her face has she says, "You owe me 1,166 dollars!" I'm thinking what? I asked her where the other two estimates were and she looked at me like she had no clue what I was talking about. Mom yelled at her and asked her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; she would do in my situation. "Your employer comes up to you and says you have the next two weeks off see ya." she had no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain something. The Friday after hitting her car she informs that her mother in law is coming to town and that she didn't need me for the next two and half weeks. What? I had no other job at the time. I didn't think that I would be wanted at subway after coming and going four billion times. So what was a girl to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom finally "shut the door nicely", as mom would say, in Tamera's face and told her we would take care of it. Mike called and said that he was on his way and that he would take a look at the "bill". He took one look at the 'bill" and laughed. she wants 1,100 dollars worth of work done on her car and her car is only worth about 6-7,000 dollars. This whole thing is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;stressful&lt;/span&gt;. Why do we have to go through things like this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6631202727731903082-7728110356354153267?l=emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/7728110356354153267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6631202727731903082&amp;postID=7728110356354153267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/7728110356354153267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/7728110356354153267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/2007/10/crazy-lady-and-letters-from.html' title='Crazy Lady and Letters from Missionaries'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631202727731903082.post-7437140094402344971</id><published>2007-09-10T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:25:55.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Weddings, Jobs and Oh my!</title><content type='html'>Well I am sort of up to my elbows in wedding plans right now. My fiancee was married before in the Temple here in Vegas and now needs a Sealing Clearance before we can get married. From what I've heard, that can take up to two weeks to three months. We all ready have a date set so we're hoping that it only takes two to three weeks. That's just one of the few things that frustrate me at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a hard time finding a job, so I signed up on a babysitting site called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sittercity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to see if I could find a decent job that will help me pay my small amount of bills. I had one really good hit. They lived right around the corner from my house so I excepted the only problem was was that they didn't need me til school started....Great! I ran into my old manger from subway(I quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I had no freedom....I sold my soul...Assistant Manager working fifty hours a week on Salary...not fun!) and he was explaining to me that he was having problems with his night crew and I somehow let him know that I was jobless and using up my savings....stupid but desperate...anyway he told me that he could use me and wanted to talk to the owner of the store before he let me know if he would hire me back. (they had a policy that they wont hire old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;employees&lt;/span&gt; and that's what I was) Well I was hired back, I let them know that I had another job lined up when school started and they were fine with that, joy I sold my soul again...I thought you only get one soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it got closer to school and Tamera ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ladies&lt;/span&gt; name that wanted me for school) kept calling me back. "Oh I haven't found a job yet so I need you till so and so date." Well that date &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rolled&lt;/span&gt; around and she calls again saying the same thing. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt; 13 rolls around and she says that she finally found job and that I could start Monday....I was out of town so I told her I could start Tuesday. She was fine with it and so the job begins. That wasn't even the beginning of it. Two weeks into the job I hit her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; park in the driveway when I was nannying for her....well her car was a little over on the other side and my car is small so I thought I had enough room...boy was I wrong. I got up on the drive way and you know when you are going on the drive you push the gas a little more then you need to to get up the hill....well that's what I did and I broke my right mirror on my car as it barely scratched her car. Dang it! I let her know what happened and she said that she would take a look at her car when she got to work and that she'll get my insurance info when she gets home....GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I called my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fiancee&lt;/span&gt; to see how much it would cost to get my car mirror fixed and he said that he would need to take a look at my car before he could tell for sure but he said roughly about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;forty&lt;/span&gt; dollars. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; thinking okay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not to bad. So I took my car over to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fiance's&lt;/span&gt; house and he took my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mirror&lt;/span&gt; off for me so it wouldn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;damage&lt;/span&gt; my car anymore then it already was. It was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; driving around with only my left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mirror&lt;/span&gt; and that was only the start of my week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6631202727731903082-7437140094402344971?l=emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/feeds/7437140094402344971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6631202727731903082&amp;postID=7437140094402344971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/7437140094402344971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6631202727731903082/posts/default/7437140094402344971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmieandmikechase.blogspot.com/2007/09/weddings-jobs-and-oh-my.html' title='Weddings, Jobs and Oh my!'/><author><name>Emmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143536559074577844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egNvtC3nApg/STtUSxIvwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fcdmN6LygPg/S220/561845973_695844906_1923160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
