<?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-115452672439078725</id><updated>2011-09-28T07:47:20.677-07:00</updated><category term='Veteran&apos;s Memorial Park - Nephi'/><title type='text'>Rodeo Queen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therodeoqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115452672439078725/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therodeoqueen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WlW2hwSXtBY/Tl4dKoEwRrI/AAAAAAAAAqU/XQgVuLaBUmc/s220/self-port.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115452672439078725.post-2611215249378539474</id><published>2010-12-25T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T19:53:29.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandparents Day 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/TRa8N-RPgNI/AAAAAAAAABw/ztkWh5MyGIk/s1600/Top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/TRa8N-RPgNI/AAAAAAAAABw/ztkWh5MyGIk/s320/Top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; " What children need most are the essentials that grandparents provide in abundance. They give unconditional love, kindness, patience, humor, comfort, lessons in life -and most importantly, cookies" - Rudolph Giuliani&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115452672439078725-2611215249378539474?l=therodeoqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therodeoqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/2611215249378539474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=115452672439078725&amp;postID=2611215249378539474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115452672439078725/posts/default/2611215249378539474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115452672439078725/posts/default/2611215249378539474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therodeoqueen.blogspot.com/2010/12/grandparents-day-2010.html' title='Grandparents Day 2010'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343472766062098670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/TTZ9rurjGCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IbbQJAFPmco/S220/IMG00033-20101109-2221.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/TRa8N-RPgNI/AAAAAAAAABw/ztkWh5MyGIk/s72-c/Top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115452672439078725.post-795869074129761186</id><published>2009-10-29T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:48:01.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MJ</title><content type='html'>Just saw Michael Jackson movie "This Is It".  God Bless Kenny Orteaga.  But for him, we never would have been able to see the true human side of MJ.  Although he was 50 years old, I could still see a young boy inside him.  There was so much respect and love on the set.  No raised voices, just pure talent.  He really had a gift.  The movie theater audience was silent from beginning to end and no one moved for a while when the movie was over.This would have been a spectacular event to see live.  I loved how the people around him were so thrilled to work with him and how he respected everyone.   I'm so glad that we were able to get a glimpse into the private side of Michael and see how he truly loved the world....If you see it, make sure you stay through the credits. I predict this will get nominated for an Academy Award.  Too bad he couldn't have been loved in life as he is going to be loved now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115452672439078725-795869074129761186?l=therodeoqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therodeoqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/795869074129761186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=115452672439078725&amp;postID=795869074129761186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115452672439078725/posts/default/795869074129761186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115452672439078725/posts/default/795869074129761186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therodeoqueen.blogspot.com/2009/10/mj.html' title='MJ'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343472766062098670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/TTZ9rurjGCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IbbQJAFPmco/S220/IMG00033-20101109-2221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115452672439078725.post-5647955708699619797</id><published>2009-09-04T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:34:23.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/SqIFGSYXv5I/AAAAAAAAABU/0AY9MBvdLrY/s1600-h/MV5BMTI4NTQ4MDkxOF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwODI4ODM3._V1._CR82,0,320,320_SS100_%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377866510605205394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/SqIFGSYXv5I/AAAAAAAAABU/0AY9MBvdLrY/s200/MV5BMTI4NTQ4MDkxOF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwODI4ODM3._V1._CR82,0,320,320_SS100_%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;While Dick and I were dining at Clint Eastwood's Hogs Breath Cafe, a man walked in and asked Dick is he was Clint Eastwood.  Dick replied "I wish I was".  The man continued by saying his son was a big Clint fan.  He left, came back with his wife and 8 year old son and proceeded to ask Dick is he wouldn't mind posing for picture with his son.  Dick obliged, I left because I was finding this to be a pretty funny experience.  Dick came out a few moments and said they couldn't get the camera to work.  I guess that's what you get for impersonating a celebrity!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/SqIBrqkt9kI/AAAAAAAAABM/y3_Ski_pprk/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377862754708092482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/SqIBrqkt9kI/AAAAAAAAABM/y3_Ski_pprk/s200/084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/115452672439078725-5647955708699619797?l=therodeoqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therodeoqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/5647955708699619797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=115452672439078725&amp;postID=5647955708699619797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115452672439078725/posts/default/5647955708699619797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115452672439078725/posts/default/5647955708699619797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therodeoqueen.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343472766062098670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/TTZ9rurjGCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IbbQJAFPmco/S220/IMG00033-20101109-2221.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/SqIFGSYXv5I/AAAAAAAAABU/0AY9MBvdLrY/s72-c/MV5BMTI4NTQ4MDkxOF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwODI4ODM3._V1._CR82,0,320,320_SS100_%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115452672439078725.post-777435805067278295</id><published>2009-07-16T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:50:33.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veteran&apos;s Memorial Park - Nephi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/Sl_Yy5DZciI/AAAAAAAAAA8/j7JeuawR2do/s1600-h/185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359240450414309922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/Sl_Yy5DZciI/AAAAAAAAAA8/j7JeuawR2do/s200/185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/Sl_VFU0MnLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tSoOhjM73mY/s1600-h/184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359236369057881266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/Sl_VFU0MnLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tSoOhjM73mY/s200/184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/Sl_VFN5AHrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TqVgpkw0Fs4/s1600-h/190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359236367198985906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/Sl_VFN5AHrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TqVgpkw0Fs4/s200/190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a Veteran's Memorial Park in Nephi, Utah that shows names of Nephi residents who have served their country. Found dad's name and his father's name. While at Dick class reunion, I met Paul Lunt is my second cousin (We had the same great-grandfather). This is a pretty impression Park - full of roses, dad's favorite flower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115452672439078725-777435805067278295?l=therodeoqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therodeoqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/777435805067278295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=115452672439078725&amp;postID=777435805067278295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115452672439078725/posts/default/777435805067278295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115452672439078725/posts/default/777435805067278295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therodeoqueen.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-is-veterans-memorial-park-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343472766062098670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/TTZ9rurjGCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IbbQJAFPmco/S220/IMG00033-20101109-2221.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/Sl_Yy5DZciI/AAAAAAAAAA8/j7JeuawR2do/s72-c/185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115452672439078725.post-8485303319240166795</id><published>2009-07-08T19:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T14:50:44.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FUTURE'S SO BRIGHT, I GOTTA WEAR SHADES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/SlVXRXMTtrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UKmfVnHcVW4/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356283287622104754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/SlVXRXMTtrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UKmfVnHcVW4/s200/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was up working on the computer the other night while Richard was sleeping soundly. The only light on in the house was the computer screen light. When I got up from the computer to go to bed, everything went suddenly black. I mean I couldn't see any of the usual lights through the blinds, nothing. My first thought was - "Great, the hearing is gone and now my eyesight is gone - I'm blind!". In a bit of a frenzy, I stumbled my way to the closest light switch, knowing that Dick would be up any moment to see what all the noise was about - not. Thankfully, when I turned on the light, I could see again - whew! So I turned off the light and everything went black again - what the? When I found another light switch and turned it on, I was standing in front of the hall mirror. I looked in the mirror, and realized that I was wearing my glasses that automatically turn to sunglasses when they're exposed to bright light. Apparently, my glasses thought the computer was the sun and it shaded my eyes for me. I need to write a book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115452672439078725-8485303319240166795?l=therodeoqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therodeoqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/8485303319240166795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=115452672439078725&amp;postID=8485303319240166795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115452672439078725/posts/default/8485303319240166795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115452672439078725/posts/default/8485303319240166795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therodeoqueen.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-ftuures-so-bright-i-got-to-wear.html' title='MY FUTURE&apos;S SO BRIGHT, I GOTTA WEAR SHADES'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343472766062098670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/TTZ9rurjGCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IbbQJAFPmco/S220/IMG00033-20101109-2221.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/SlVXRXMTtrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UKmfVnHcVW4/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115452672439078725.post-260418443939401822</id><published>2009-05-12T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:27:22.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Griffens and the Red Sox</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e384122bdb8ccf81" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/TTZ9rurjGCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IbbQJAFPmco/S220/IMG00033-20101109-2221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115452672439078725.post-5458690743264815729</id><published>2009-05-12T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:17:56.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/SgpJFIkvWBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pCO6MlpblxI/s1600-h/061806_16461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335157061123528722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/SgpJFIkvWBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pCO6MlpblxI/s200/061806_16461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found this photo in the archives.  I just happen to like this picture of Erin with her dad on his 65th birthday.  It was taken at the Homestead in Heber City, Utah.  We tried to surprise him but I think he suspected something.  OK -let's not have any jokes about the reptile.  For those of you who live in the South, her father is the one in the shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115452672439078725-5458690743264815729?l=therodeoqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therodeoqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/5458690743264815729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=115452672439078725&amp;postID=5458690743264815729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115452672439078725/posts/default/5458690743264815729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115452672439078725/posts/default/5458690743264815729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therodeoqueen.blogspot.com/2009/05/found-this-photo-in-archives.html' title=''/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343472766062098670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/TTZ9rurjGCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IbbQJAFPmco/S220/IMG00033-20101109-2221.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/SgpJFIkvWBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pCO6MlpblxI/s72-c/061806_16461.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115452672439078725.post-6218633800080767172</id><published>2009-04-01T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:13:53.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens in Vegas.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/SdQ7cBv3r-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYlvhN-jprg/s1600-h/LV+Dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319942412522991586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/SdQ7cBv3r-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYlvhN-jprg/s320/LV+Dinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my 60th, and after my mega surprise party, I took the daughters to Las Vegas in my braaaaand neeeeeew MDX. We stayed at the Palms but it wasn't quite as nice as we thought it would be. We did, however, dine in "Nine" and had some fine food. Saturday night we all went to see Bette Midler at Caesars Palace. Since we're always looking for celebs, maybe that's me that looks for celebs, one of my sharper-eye daughters spotted Penn or was is Teller? Not sure but we lined up for a photo with him. After Erin had her pose, she asked me what I said to him because he called me a "Cougar". I just said he was lookin pretty good for "Dancing With the Stars" and that we would vote for him. Apparently, we were the only ones who voted because he didn't stay around for long. The shy daughter, won't say who (Monica), wanted to see the Pussy Cat Dolls. That was quite an experience. I finally waited outside while the youngins boogied inside. My favorite part was seeing how many hotels we could valet park in so we could step in and out of the new wheels. I'm sure we hit 5 or 6. We stopped at the Wynn, ran inside, took a group photo and were back in the car before they could park it. All in all, it was a weekend to remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115452672439078725-6218633800080767172?l=therodeoqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therodeoqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6218633800080767172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=115452672439078725&amp;postID=6218633800080767172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115452672439078725/posts/default/6218633800080767172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115452672439078725/posts/default/6218633800080767172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therodeoqueen.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-happens-in-vegas.html' title='What Happens in Vegas.....'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343472766062098670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/TTZ9rurjGCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IbbQJAFPmco/S220/IMG00033-20101109-2221.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/SdQ7cBv3r-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYlvhN-jprg/s72-c/LV+Dinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115452672439078725.post-4124044417008593969</id><published>2009-03-25T22:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T18:28:15.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legends of Aviation</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzODA*NDIzODg*OSZwdD*xMjM4MDQ*Mjc3NzI*JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz*zNDRhMTkwZTRkODE*OWQ4OTUyZDQwZjEwYzk2ODE*MA==.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s562.photobucket.com/albums/ss70/Trish63777/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5207.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 601px" height="754" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i562.photobucket.com/albums/ss70/Trish63777/IMG_5207.jpg" width="491" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115452672439078725-4124044417008593969?l=therodeoqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therodeoqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/4124044417008593969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=115452672439078725&amp;postID=4124044417008593969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115452672439078725/posts/default/4124044417008593969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115452672439078725/posts/default/4124044417008593969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therodeoqueen.blogspot.com/2009/03/legends-of-aviation.html' title='Legends of Aviation'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343472766062098670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/TTZ9rurjGCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IbbQJAFPmco/S220/IMG00033-20101109-2221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115452672439078725.post-8105318464799546503</id><published>2009-03-25T21:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:01:56.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVING LEGENDS OF AVIATION</title><content type='html'>Wahoo!  We've made it to the big time!  15 minutes of fame!  Call it what you want but what an exciting evening at the Beverly Hilton in January 09.  Dick bought tickets to this charitable event so I could scope out the celebs.  They told us we didn't have to walk the red carpet if we didn't want to.  What?  of course we're walking.  Just before we stepped onto the carpet,  a man came up and told Dick he was being inducted.  They placed a medal around his neck, introduced him to the press and I proceeded to "work it" while the cameras flashed.  This gave us entry into the social where the celebs hang out.  I met Morgan Freeman, saw Harrison Ford with Calista Flockhart (I didn't dare ask for a photo), Dick had his picture taken with Buzz Aldrin (astronaut) and we sat with Dick Rutan (the guy who flew nonstop around the world in the 80s).  We're still not sure why Dick was inducted.  We think they got him mixed up with someone else.  Oh well, we'll know when we don't get invited back next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115452672439078725-8105318464799546503?l=therodeoqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therodeoqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/8105318464799546503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=115452672439078725&amp;postID=8105318464799546503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115452672439078725/posts/default/8105318464799546503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115452672439078725/posts/default/8105318464799546503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therodeoqueen.blogspot.com/2009/03/living-legends-of-aviation.html' title='LIVING LEGENDS OF AVIATION'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343472766062098670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/TTZ9rurjGCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IbbQJAFPmco/S220/IMG00033-20101109-2221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115452672439078725.post-399380468686376398</id><published>2008-10-26T21:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:46:40.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One More</title><content type='html'>I hadn't known Michael long but knew him well enough to know that he was a buckin' bronc rider and a pretty good one at that.  Assuming he was also a good horseman, I invited him to go horseback riding with me.  We took the horses, I let him ride mine, from the stall and off we went.  As we were turning around to head back to the barn, I thought I'd better warn him that my horse, Red, liked to run back to the barn on a dead run.  I really wasn't worried - after all, he was cowboy wasn't he?  Too late - Red took off like a rocket and Mike held on for dear life, losing his hat on the way.  He ducked just in time to miss the top of the barn and Red screeched to a stop at his stall.  I found out later that he rode broncs but he didn't know how to ride a normal horse.  He told me he had taken up bronc riding to get over his fear of horses.  Yep, he asked me out again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115452672439078725-399380468686376398?l=therodeoqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therodeoqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/399380468686376398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=115452672439078725&amp;postID=399380468686376398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115452672439078725/posts/default/399380468686376398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115452672439078725/posts/default/399380468686376398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therodeoqueen.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-more.html' title='One More'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343472766062098670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/TTZ9rurjGCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IbbQJAFPmco/S220/IMG00033-20101109-2221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115452672439078725.post-4679238722675249082</id><published>2008-10-26T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:35:56.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Day</title><content type='html'>When Mike and I met at the Golden Spike Arena in Ogden and being the shy girl that I was, I mentioned my birthday was coming up in a couple of weeks.  When my birthday arrived he showed up with a beautifully wrapped gift.  I thought, gol, what's with this guy?  He just met me and he's giving me gifts already?  I unwrapped the present and it said "Road Apple Candy" on the lid -  oh brother, how mushy.    When I opened the box, I screamed.  Without going into too much detail,  there were individually wrapped "horse droppings".  Hence the name Road Apples and the beginning of a fun romance.  You asked for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115452672439078725-4679238722675249082?l=therodeoqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therodeoqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/4679238722675249082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=115452672439078725&amp;postID=4679238722675249082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115452672439078725/posts/default/4679238722675249082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115452672439078725/posts/default/4679238722675249082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therodeoqueen.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-in-day.html' title='Back in the Day'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343472766062098670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oD1P9aGnvP8/TTZ9rurjGCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IbbQJAFPmco/S220/IMG00033-20101109-2221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115452672439078725.post-5031261362479847811</id><published>2008-10-18T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:53:00.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-T7AX1NvHs/SQU6wdOjwhI/AAAAAAAAAc4/wpWOs8bLoyY/s1600-h/mmkemrsha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-T7AX1NvHs/SQU6wdOjwhI/AAAAAAAAAc4/wpWOs8bLoyY/s320/mmkemrsha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261676343806116370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is blog #1:&lt;br /&gt;Tell us a fun story of you and Mike. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;back in the day&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115452672439078725-5031261362479847811?l=therodeoqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therodeoqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/5031261362479847811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=115452672439078725&amp;postID=5031261362479847811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115452672439078725/posts/default/5031261362479847811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115452672439078725/posts/default/5031261362479847811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therodeoqueen.blogspot.com/2008/10/preggers.html' title='Mike'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00858247639838834892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-T7AX1NvHs/SaxaastNCmI/AAAAAAAAAyA/m1qrt3sCvrk/S220/DSC_3288.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-T7AX1NvHs/SQU6wdOjwhI/AAAAAAAAAc4/wpWOs8bLoyY/s72-c/mmkemrsha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
