<?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-2796657513564535559</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:35:09.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brent and Erin Willis</title><subtitle type='html'>No one told me I was going to find you. Unexpected what you did to my heart. When I lost hope you were there to remind me this is the start.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-michele.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2796657513564535559/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-michele.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Willis's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12519062630713162915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWpsMAkLFU0/SNxLfXOwZII/AAAAAAAAAAM/hGWiw8jAZ4o/S220/l_eb5fa4948871dca00103b2151f7154c6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2796657513564535559.post-4867568027092565191</id><published>2010-02-16T17:26:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:32:31.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a BOY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Korbin Brent Willis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWpsMAkLFU0/S3tGkrpRzlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SfemQ9lC6FI/s1600-h/Korbin+Brent+Willis+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWpsMAkLFU0/S3tGkrpRzlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SfemQ9lC6FI/s320/Korbin+Brent+Willis+004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439018570985098834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWpsMAkLFU0/S3tGkrpRzlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SfemQ9lC6FI/s1600-h/Korbin+Brent+Willis+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feb, 7th, 2010 at 8:37 pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7 lbs 14 oz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;21 inch long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2796657513564535559-4867568027092565191?l=erin-michele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-michele.blogspot.com/feeds/4867568027092565191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2796657513564535559&amp;postID=4867568027092565191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2796657513564535559/posts/default/4867568027092565191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2796657513564535559/posts/default/4867568027092565191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-michele.blogspot.com/2010/02/korbin-brent-willis_16.html' title='Its a BOY!!'/><author><name>The Willis's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12519062630713162915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWpsMAkLFU0/SNxLfXOwZII/AAAAAAAAAAM/hGWiw8jAZ4o/S220/l_eb5fa4948871dca00103b2151f7154c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWpsMAkLFU0/S3tGkrpRzlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SfemQ9lC6FI/s72-c/Korbin+Brent+Willis+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2796657513564535559.post-730448231480076036</id><published>2009-03-28T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:21:40.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canned Butter!! :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brent and I have been working on doing food storage! We haven't done much but Brent's parents taught us how to can butter so we decided to give it a whirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I would share the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1) Heat pint or half pint jars in the oven at 25o degrees for 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) 1 lb of butter slightly fills 1 pint jars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Melt butter slowly until it comes to a slow boil. Stir bottom of the pot often. Reduce heat and simmer for  5 minutes. (A good simmer time will lessen the amount of shaking required)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Put lids in small pot of water and bring to boil. (Leave in simmering water until needed. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Stir butter and pour carefully into heated jars; leaving 1/2 inch head space for shaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Wipe top of jam rims and put on hot lids and rings. Tighten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Once they are sealed shake to prevent separation. Repeat every 10 to 15 minutes. Refrigerate continue to shake as they cool every 10 to 15 minutes. Remove from refrigerator after an hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;** Shelf life is 3 to 5 years **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;((Canned meat is our next adventure.))&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/2796657513564535559-730448231480076036?l=erin-michele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-michele.blogspot.com/feeds/730448231480076036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2796657513564535559&amp;postID=730448231480076036' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2796657513564535559/posts/default/730448231480076036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2796657513564535559/posts/default/730448231480076036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-michele.blogspot.com/2009/03/canned-butter.html' title='Canned Butter!! :]'/><author><name>The Willis's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12519062630713162915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWpsMAkLFU0/SNxLfXOwZII/AAAAAAAAAAM/hGWiw8jAZ4o/S220/l_eb5fa4948871dca00103b2151f7154c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2796657513564535559.post-6238176818514841008</id><published>2008-10-07T21:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:41:16.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Quirks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was also tagged a couple of days ago by my cousin Amber to blog about 6 quirks of mine. To be completely honest I have been avoiding it. But here goes nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1) It absolutely drives me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;BONKERS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;when someone always seems to be late. If your running later than you anticipated pick up the dang phone and give me a ring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2) I also I bite my nails.Disgusting I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3) I &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; have to be listening to something. I mean &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt;. I go &lt;strong&gt;crazy&lt;/strong&gt; when its completely quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4) It makes me &lt;em&gt;excessively&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;grouchy&lt;/strong&gt; when I get woken up. I love, love, &lt;strong&gt;LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;to sleep. I could do it &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; day &lt;strong&gt;EVERYDAY&lt;/strong&gt; if you would let me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5) I am indecisive. I hate making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt;. I am &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt; of a go with the flow kind of girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6) I am a &lt;strong&gt;guilty&lt;/strong&gt; shopaholic. I spend money faster than I can make it. If I do have money you can bet I wont have it for long. Its &lt;strong&gt;absolutely&lt;/strong&gt; killing me not having a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That was not nearly as hard as I expected. Tag your it if you haven't done it already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2796657513564535559-6238176818514841008?l=erin-michele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-michele.blogspot.com/feeds/6238176818514841008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2796657513564535559&amp;postID=6238176818514841008' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2796657513564535559/posts/default/6238176818514841008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2796657513564535559/posts/default/6238176818514841008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-michele.blogspot.com/2008/10/6-quirks.html' title='6 Quirks.'/><author><name>The Willis's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12519062630713162915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWpsMAkLFU0/SNxLfXOwZII/AAAAAAAAAAM/hGWiw8jAZ4o/S220/l_eb5fa4948871dca00103b2151f7154c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2796657513564535559.post-4149187439587306353</id><published>2008-10-04T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:48:01.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things I love about you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a night. Its offical Brent and I have had our very &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt; fight. I'm &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;going to lie my intent was to get on here and grip and complain and tell you all of his flaws. But instead I am going to tell you what I love about Brent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) He &lt;em&gt;doesnt &lt;/em&gt;judge people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) He truely &lt;strong&gt;loves &lt;/strong&gt;his Heavenly Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) He is &lt;strong&gt;happiest&lt;/strong&gt; when he is serving others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4) He loves his family and friends with &lt;em&gt;all of his heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5) He is always striving to be the best he can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6) He &lt;strong&gt;NEVER &lt;/strong&gt;gives up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7) He puts others before himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8) He knows what he wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9) The &lt;em&gt;little things&lt;/em&gt; matter to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10) He knows my past and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;STILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wants to be part my future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2796657513564535559-4149187439587306353?l=erin-michele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-michele.blogspot.com/feeds/4149187439587306353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2796657513564535559&amp;postID=4149187439587306353' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2796657513564535559/posts/default/4149187439587306353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2796657513564535559/posts/default/4149187439587306353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-michele.blogspot.com/2008/10/10-things-i-love-about-you.html' title='10 things I love about you.'/><author><name>The Willis's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12519062630713162915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWpsMAkLFU0/SNxLfXOwZII/AAAAAAAAAAM/hGWiw8jAZ4o/S220/l_eb5fa4948871dca00103b2151f7154c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2796657513564535559.post-3732292055815543270</id><published>2008-09-27T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T18:12:26.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newspaper.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since Tara and Will are in Cottonwood and I decided to stay in Snowflake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brent's&lt;/span&gt; little sister Kara has been staying at the house with me. This morning we decide that we were going to have some &lt;strong&gt;good clean&lt;/strong&gt; fun while Brent was at work. We decided that we were going to fill it with newspaper and then saran wrap it. So we went to the Stake House and got newpaper and sat in the parking lot for over an hour filling up the back of his car. Then we drove back over to Wells Fargo and began filling the front...&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; before we finished it started raining. We decided that we had to finish the job despite the rain. Some time along the way Brent's brother Cody and his friend Karl showed up to borrow Brent's car. Well since that was &lt;strong&gt;obviously&lt;/strong&gt; not going to happen they started helping us instead. We were &lt;strong&gt;ALMOST&lt;/strong&gt; finished when Brent saw us through the window in the break room. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DANGGG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So we just ran away. &lt;em&gt;At least&lt;/em&gt; it we got to fill it with with newpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250871334544473490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWpsMAkLFU0/SN7XqJDN_ZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SyEPc0IAfwg/s320/0927081342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250871334039763106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWpsMAkLFU0/SN7XqHK4uKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FgsMFYSAwQg/s320/0927081442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Filled with Newspaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250872710681614850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWpsMAkLFU0/SN7Y6Pj4WgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/5-UnMqEWrYY/s320/0927081453.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Before we&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;got BUSTED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250871339979870594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWpsMAkLFU0/SN7XqdTHkYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cN6EMx25o3w/s320/0927081646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Checking out or work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2796657513564535559-3732292055815543270?l=erin-michele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-michele.blogspot.com/feeds/3732292055815543270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2796657513564535559&amp;postID=3732292055815543270' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2796657513564535559/posts/default/3732292055815543270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2796657513564535559/posts/default/3732292055815543270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-michele.blogspot.com/2008/09/newspaper.html' title='Newspaper.'/><author><name>The Willis's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12519062630713162915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWpsMAkLFU0/SNxLfXOwZII/AAAAAAAAAAM/hGWiw8jAZ4o/S220/l_eb5fa4948871dca00103b2151f7154c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWpsMAkLFU0/SN7XqJDN_ZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SyEPc0IAfwg/s72-c/0927081342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2796657513564535559.post-229296832521711452</id><published>2008-09-25T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T19:05:48.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Head Over Heels :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All &lt;/strong&gt;of my dear sisters have a blogs and I was feeling a little on the left out side. So, I decided to make a blog of my &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; own. I&lt;em&gt; just&lt;/em&gt; moved to Snowflake with Tara, Willy T, and the kids. But as hard as it may be to believe&lt;strong&gt; I absolutely LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; it here. Don't get me wrong there is not a &lt;strong&gt;dang&lt;/strong&gt; thing to do here. But I am having the time of my life. Before we moved here Tara and Will decided amongst themselves that Will was going to hook Jenny and I up with two of his tellers at Wells Fargo. Jenny with Brent and Nick with Me. The original plan was that I was going to move up to Snowflake with Tara and Will but I backed out so, Jenny decided she was going to. Alas, Jenny did not. So after a &lt;strong&gt;long&lt;/strong&gt; talk with Tara &lt;strong&gt;three days&lt;/strong&gt; before they were set to move I decided to come along for the ride. I packed up my things and it was off to Snowflake for me. To be completely honest I was &lt;strong&gt;kinda&lt;/strong&gt; scared. I was scared to move to a &lt;em&gt;brand new&lt;/em&gt; place where I didn't know &lt;strong&gt;ANYONE&lt;/strong&gt; but Tara and Will. But for some &lt;strong&gt;odd&lt;/strong&gt; reason it felt right to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday afternoon &lt;strong&gt;after&lt;/strong&gt; we all got settled Tara and I took the kids to Wells Fargo to meet Will for lunch. We were sitting in the lobby waiting on Will when Tara pointed out "Nick" to me. I am &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; going to lie when I saw him for the first time the first thing I thought was&lt;strong&gt; 'NO way, NOT going to happen!'&lt;/strong&gt; I mean &lt;em&gt;seriously &lt;/em&gt;I wish I would have taken a picture. He was wearing a red vest with a matching red&lt;strong&gt; BOW TIE!!&lt;/strong&gt; Talk about first impressions. ha ha. Will finally came out of his office and came over to introduce me to "Nick." That is when we learned this fellow was indeed &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; Nick but was Brent. I felt a &lt;strong&gt;rush of relief&lt;/strong&gt; that he was already betrothed to Jenny. Later that night Brent came over for dinner. He &lt;em&gt;kept trying&lt;/em&gt; to make conversation with me but I was &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; having any off it. But his &lt;strong&gt;persistence&lt;/strong&gt; paid off when he asked me if I would like to go out with him. I was skeptical but I &lt;em&gt;eventually &lt;/em&gt;agreed. He decided that he had to go and rub that he was out with me in Nick's face. [Nick and Brent are &lt;em&gt;best friends&lt;/em&gt;.] When I met Nick I was &lt;em&gt;instantly grateful&lt;/em&gt; that I was introduced to Brent first. Sorry Jenny!! Don't get me wrong Nick is a &lt;em&gt;great guy&lt;/em&gt; and there is someone out there just looking for him. But that's definitely was &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; going to be me. Anyways, we left Nick and Brent decided to take me to &lt;em&gt;"his spot." &lt;/em&gt;He made me close my eyes. He parked the truck and we walked for a couple of minutes. Finally we arrive at our apparent destination. I opened my eyes to find the temple all lit up on the hill. I was &lt;strong&gt;truly&lt;/strong&gt; in awe. We sat on the golf course and talked. We talked for almost 4 hours. At some point it occurred to me that it was getting pretty late. We walked back down to the truck and it was 5 minutes to midnight. I was going to be &lt;strong&gt;late.&lt;/strong&gt; I called Tara and we &lt;em&gt;rushed&lt;/em&gt; to my house. It was &lt;em&gt;all down hill&lt;/em&gt; from there. We hung out the next night, and the next and have hung out &lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt; night since them. [Except when I went to Cottonwood without him.] We are &lt;em&gt;inseparable.&lt;/em&gt; We do &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; together. He is the &lt;strong&gt;MOST &lt;/strong&gt;amazing person I have &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; met. I have &lt;strong&gt;completely &lt;/strong&gt;fallen&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;head over heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for this guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here are some pictures of Brent.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250231938038118082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWpsMAkLFU0/SNySIXcsNsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gViFVf2G8ZI/s320/brent+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is the &lt;strong&gt;FIRST &lt;/strong&gt;picture he sent to me. ha ha. What a cutie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250229163968468754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWpsMAkLFU0/SNyPm5O8lxI/AAAAAAAAABk/rY39RYCYj-c/s320/brent+fixing+the+dryer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; he is quite the Handy Man. Ask Tara. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2796657513564535559-229296832521711452?l=erin-michele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erin-michele.blogspot.com/feeds/229296832521711452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2796657513564535559&amp;postID=229296832521711452' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2796657513564535559/posts/default/229296832521711452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2796657513564535559/posts/default/229296832521711452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erin-michele.blogspot.com/2008/09/head-over-heels.html' title='Head Over Heels :]'/><author><name>The Willis's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12519062630713162915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWpsMAkLFU0/SNxLfXOwZII/AAAAAAAAAAM/hGWiw8jAZ4o/S220/l_eb5fa4948871dca00103b2151f7154c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWpsMAkLFU0/SNySIXcsNsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gViFVf2G8ZI/s72-c/brent+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
