<?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-6034772040353479657</id><updated>2011-11-11T20:25:02.676-08:00</updated><category term='weather'/><category term='yummy'/><category term='baby'/><category term='Pumpkin'/><category term='food'/><category term='Jeremy'/><category term='kidney'/><category term='callings'/><category term='temple'/><category term='visitors'/><category term='updates'/><category term='snow'/><category term='Melissa'/><category term='hospital'/><title type='text'>JaM</title><subtitle type='html'>Jeremy and Melissa</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melissa Bond Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283018647326210697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S3sYW3oKEWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RwHLDPVbiT4/S220/grabbing+a+kiss.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034772040353479657.post-5087791339775739126</id><published>2011-10-19T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T17:15:12.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>38 almost 39</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just a quick update. These are from last week at 38 weeks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DfkVPzxUnQY/Tp9mfQd0PpI/AAAAAAAAArE/dYCkbu4-eDg/s1600/37+weeks+10-5-11+cropped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DfkVPzxUnQY/Tp9mfQd0PpI/AAAAAAAAArE/dYCkbu4-eDg/s320/37+weeks+10-5-11+cropped.jpg" width="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sea5JK9nbXc/Tp9miL6OPSI/AAAAAAAAArM/6uWO36NF1TQ/s1600/37+weeks+10-5-11+front+shot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sea5JK9nbXc/Tp9miL6OPSI/AAAAAAAAArM/6uWO36NF1TQ/s320/37+weeks+10-5-11+front+shot.jpg" width="320" /&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;We'd LOVE to see our little girl soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At our last appointment our Doctor said we're at 3 1/2 cm but not much is happening. My last day of work is this Friday, which blows my mind and makes me think "Its about time!". My mom is also coming to stay for a bit on Monday and I hope baby comes soon after she gets here so we aren't twiddling our thumbs waiting for her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm getting really tired and Jeremy is getting impatient. Hahahah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034772040353479657-5087791339775739126?l=jamdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5087791339775739126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2011/10/38-almost-39.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/5087791339775739126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/5087791339775739126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2011/10/38-almost-39.html' title='38 almost 39'/><author><name>Melissa Bond Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283018647326210697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S3sYW3oKEWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RwHLDPVbiT4/S220/grabbing+a+kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DfkVPzxUnQY/Tp9mfQd0PpI/AAAAAAAAArE/dYCkbu4-eDg/s72-c/37+weeks+10-5-11+cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034772040353479657.post-6375126550559622761</id><published>2011-08-29T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T21:32:26.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pumpkin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>31 weeks and growing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fr1aP5Vk6zI/Tlxe7ozYiTI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Y3x68NtnnbY/s1600/31+weeks+8-27-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fr1aP5Vk6zI/Tlxe7ozYiTI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Y3x68NtnnbY/s320/31+weeks+8-27-11.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, I'm at 31(ish) weeks. Wheew! I can feel it in my hips and ankles alright. Its fun to watch her push her little way around and makes waves. Tomorrow is another Drs appointment and I really hope we get to have another sneak peak at her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last October my sister came to visit around Halloween and we wanted to paint our&amp;nbsp;pumpkins&amp;nbsp;instead of carving them. We decided on Dias de los Muertos themes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UmWs2WfVjWo/TlxkceL95PI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ku_ik9XWJoE/s1600/DSCN0459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UmWs2WfVjWo/TlxkceL95PI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ku_ik9XWJoE/s320/DSCN0459.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We put the pumpkins on the front porch and a week later it snowed and covered up them up. When the snow melted in May we found the remains of our pumpkins: flat and decomposed. Over the summer the plants grew in and we&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;give it another thought until a few weeks ago....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p3AUqvhtq9I/TlxfC9WIMqI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Z1RgFoxnPD4/s1600/house+plant+8-26-11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p3AUqvhtq9I/TlxfC9WIMqI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Z1RgFoxnPD4/s320/house+plant+8-26-11.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think we are growing our own pumpkin plant!! As long as the HOA doesn't find out (they don't like people growing their own stuff) we might find out what it is this fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We are really hoping for pumpkins. From the beginning of my pregnancy my mom and sister have been calling her Pumpkin because she's due near Halloween (please, oh please don't come on Halloween!) and my tummy is growing nice and round. The nickname has stuck, so I am REALLY hoping that there will be some&amp;nbsp;pumpkins&amp;nbsp;when our little Pumpkin is born. How cute would that be?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/6034772040353479657-6375126550559622761?l=jamdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6375126550559622761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2011/08/31-weeks-and-growing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/6375126550559622761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/6375126550559622761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2011/08/31-weeks-and-growing.html' title='31 weeks and growing'/><author><name>Melissa Bond Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283018647326210697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S3sYW3oKEWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RwHLDPVbiT4/S220/grabbing+a+kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fr1aP5Vk6zI/Tlxe7ozYiTI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Y3x68NtnnbY/s72-c/31+weeks+8-27-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034772040353479657.post-8153185301078602449</id><published>2011-06-21T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T20:43:09.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melissa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeremy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Baby Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Its a girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kznpWdeE0L0/TgFgOFWm0fI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ZBuL8GT89lY/s1600/36906_DAVIS_20110607_145724_0044.BMP" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kznpWdeE0L0/TgFgOFWm0fI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ZBuL8GT89lY/s200/36906_DAVIS_20110607_145724_0044.BMP" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5lKPoB76Bqk/TgFgiYBIf3I/AAAAAAAAAmk/G0dF9xF2g6w/s1600/36906_DAVIS_20110607_145724_0002.BMP" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5lKPoB76Bqk/TgFgiYBIf3I/AAAAAAAAAmk/G0dF9xF2g6w/s320/36906_DAVIS_20110607_145724_0002.BMP" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Crossing her legs at her ankles, a lady already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pclC4KG3EAk/TgFgshRODyI/AAAAAAAAAmo/7ePOszadDBc/s1600/36906_DAVIS_20110607_145724_0022.BMP" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pclC4KG3EAk/TgFgshRODyI/AAAAAAAAAmo/7ePOszadDBc/s320/36906_DAVIS_20110607_145724_0022.BMP" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holding her sweet little hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a sweet little baby... does she really belong to Melissa and Jeremy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, yes she does&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qGqAp-NKFfU/TgFhxwzojGI/AAAAAAAAAms/3XmGNESeNwc/s1600/36906_DAVIS_20110607_145724_0019.BMP" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qGqAp-NKFfU/TgFhxwzojGI/AAAAAAAAAms/3XmGNESeNwc/s320/36906_DAVIS_20110607_145724_0019.BMP" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here she is doing headstands. Her little rump is in the air and her head is tucked down so she can push the sides and kick her feet around (we are already thinking about gymnastics and soccer!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot begin to tell you how happy we are. I am still wrapping my head around having a girl (because somehow I had convinced my brain that I was going to have all boys) so its been fun to rethink colors and bows and dresses! We are throwing around names, but haven't settled on a fitting one yet (see our last post).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of the last post, I didn't know Jeremy was going to post that and it made my day! I love when he lets out little bits of his inner thoughts, especially when he says sweet things about me, hee hee! So now its my turn. I couldn't have asked for a better husband and support. He lets me cry when I'm feeling overwhelmed and emotional, then tucks me in for a nap because he knows that all I need. He is patient and helpful, even when he is on campus from 9-7 and I'm sure he just wants someone to take care of him. I hope he doesn't mind that I'm sharing this, but he sent me a text today: "Waiting 4 months to hold our baby girl is going to be very difficult". He just about melted my heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6034772040353479657-8153185301078602449?l=jamdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8153185301078602449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2011/06/baby-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/8153185301078602449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/8153185301078602449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2011/06/baby-girl.html' title='Baby Girl'/><author><name>Melissa Bond Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283018647326210697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S3sYW3oKEWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RwHLDPVbiT4/S220/grabbing+a+kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kznpWdeE0L0/TgFgOFWm0fI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ZBuL8GT89lY/s72-c/36906_DAVIS_20110607_145724_0044.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034772040353479657.post-503261606387454204</id><published>2011-06-10T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T09:10:23.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update on baby</title><content type='html'>Given that Melissa promised an update the day after her last post, I figured I should step up and fill in.  We went over to the doctor's office at 3.  They took us straight into the ultrasound room and started in on the fun stuff.  It didn't take long for them to identify the baby's gender.  Here is a picture.  If it wasn't labeled, could you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IpgYKKT4pIY/TfI-o69bReI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uR4cMKIvon0/s1600/36906_DAVIS_20110607_145724_0030.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IpgYKKT4pIY/TfI-o69bReI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uR4cMKIvon0/s320/36906_DAVIS_20110607_145724_0030.BMP" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616620558027015650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very exciting to watch the baby, now our baby girl!!!!, as she moved and twisted.  She kept standing on her head and pushing out with her legs.  It took quite a while to get decent pictures of her head to make measurements because she was so active.  It was fascinating watching her move, especially knowing that in 20 weeks, she'll be moving around in our arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for names, we had a boy's name all picked out.  It was a smooth, easy process.  Melissa had a girl's name she really liked, but it didn't work for me.  So, of course, we are having a girl and have to come up with a mutually agreeable name for her.  We have narrowed it down a lot, but we are somewhat limited by the initials.  For instance, if we named her Belle Aubrey Davis, then her initials would spell BAD, and we don't want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I issue a challenge.  Come up with a first and middle name that both works as an actual name and spells something cool with her initials.  I think it will be fun to hear all the suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing, Melissa has been wonderful throughout this whole experience.  She has had to deal with a husband who forgets stuff, a calling that demands a lot of time and energy, and a job that can be very draining and emotionally tough.  Throughout all that, she has kept enough energy to make dinner and be excited and share her life with me, for which I am eternally grateful.  She isn't nearly as cranky as she thinks she is ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034772040353479657-503261606387454204?l=jamdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/503261606387454204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2011/06/update-on-baby.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/503261606387454204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/503261606387454204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2011/06/update-on-baby.html' title='update on baby'/><author><name>Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077264347108273646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IpgYKKT4pIY/TfI-o69bReI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uR4cMKIvon0/s72-c/36906_DAVIS_20110607_145724_0030.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034772040353479657.post-965076098211890990</id><published>2011-06-06T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T21:26:58.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just about 20 weeks.</title><content type='html'>Wow, 20ish weeks already. But that also means I'm half way through with another 20 weeks to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have SO MUCH on my mind, so much I want to say, but I am horrible at getting my thoughts out in complete sentences. So, I'll do what I do best, make lists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yyYxe4HvSdA/Te2lm7vRRlI/AAAAAAAAAl0/0eJrymMa6dI/s1600/19+weeks+6-5-11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yyYxe4HvSdA/Te2lm7vRRlI/AAAAAAAAAl0/0eJrymMa6dI/s320/19+weeks+6-5-11.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First 20 weeks:&lt;br /&gt;~ I think they've gone pretty well :)&lt;br /&gt;~ no morning sickness, no bad swelling or weight gain&lt;br /&gt;~ I love love love fresh fruits and veggies. I always have, but they just taste BETTER now.&lt;br /&gt;~ sigh, I am not that excited by red sauces like&amp;nbsp;spaghetti. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;~ I've fretted that my bump is too small, too big, too low. Poor Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;~ I haven't been much of a&amp;nbsp;crier, but man do I get cranky and moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am looking ahead at the next 20 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow (Tuesday at 3pm) we are going in the BIG check up where they measure the baby, get more blood from me to check on all the fun stuff that can be&amp;nbsp;happening&amp;nbsp;to baby, and the big GENDER CHECK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is in over drive! Even now I am having a really hard time focusing on getting this all down, but I really want to because in less than 24 hours this bump goes from being just my belly to a growing little boy or girl. I honestly feel like my life will never be the same after. I want to have a record of what I was feeling the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I'm scared/overjoyed/anxious/nervous/overwhelmed with love. I just want to cry like a wimp and smile like a crazy person at the same time. [Side note: If I'm like this the night before finding out if the bump is a he or a she, what am I going to be like nearing me due date? Poor Jeremy]. I feel little bubbles (near my bladder, thank you baby) and I can't imagine those are little tiny feet pushing around in there. All of the sudden it will be real: I am having a baby in 20 weeks, and this is what it looks like! AND I won't even go into what I'm feeling about being a mom and how&amp;nbsp;inadequate&amp;nbsp;I feel! And who decided I was mom material? Whoa, is it hot in here... room spinning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, I am so excited to start to get to know this little fetus. Start calling it by a name instead of "The Bump" or "It" or just "Baby" and think about will it look like me (bald big head, a lot like E.T.) or Jeremy (wide smile, curly hair). I've had so many wonderful friends and family offer me all sorts of clothes and stuff! Its just so wonderful and overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, whew! Thanks for letting me get that off my chest. I just hope I can get some sleep and make it through work with out having a&amp;nbsp;coronary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will update on our little one, and hopefully keep you updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034772040353479657-965076098211890990?l=jamdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/965076098211890990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-about-20-weeks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/965076098211890990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/965076098211890990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-about-20-weeks.html' title='just about 20 weeks.'/><author><name>Melissa Bond Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283018647326210697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S3sYW3oKEWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RwHLDPVbiT4/S220/grabbing+a+kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yyYxe4HvSdA/Te2lm7vRRlI/AAAAAAAAAl0/0eJrymMa6dI/s72-c/19+weeks+6-5-11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034772040353479657.post-1201186964401408772</id><published>2011-04-17T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T15:35:57.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>updates and growth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I haven't updated in a while because not a lot has been going on, kinda.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We have big news that we've been keeping secret until we could tell as many people in person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We are 12 weeks PREGNANT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P3Vn-tyvHmQ/TatnmSzbnsI/AAAAAAAAAlM/dVzPzbO9NhU/s1600/12+weeks+4-17-11+II.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P3Vn-tyvHmQ/TatnmSzbnsI/AAAAAAAAAlM/dVzPzbO9NhU/s320/12+weeks+4-17-11+II.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Baby is due October 28th, 2011.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm finally starting to show, which makes it a little more real!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Sorry to those we couldn't tell in person or through a more personal email).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of things growing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oi92fjnFv-k/Tatniw89uhI/AAAAAAAAAlI/v1DVOX2dcJo/s1600/April+Beard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oi92fjnFv-k/Tatniw89uhI/AAAAAAAAAlI/v1DVOX2dcJo/s320/April+Beard.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jeremy grew out his beard during spring break this last week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think its pretty impressive for just a weeks&amp;nbsp;worth&amp;nbsp;of growth! And I don't want him to feel left out ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034772040353479657-1201186964401408772?l=jamdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1201186964401408772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2011/04/updates-and.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/1201186964401408772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/1201186964401408772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2011/04/updates-and.html' title='updates and growth'/><author><name>Melissa Bond Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283018647326210697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S3sYW3oKEWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RwHLDPVbiT4/S220/grabbing+a+kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P3Vn-tyvHmQ/TatnmSzbnsI/AAAAAAAAAlM/dVzPzbO9NhU/s72-c/12+weeks+4-17-11+II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034772040353479657.post-525465612884412998</id><published>2011-03-27T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T20:31:48.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonnie's Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is my beautiful and adorably pregnant cousin Bonnie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9QlhoJ-ltE/TY_8iedpshI/AAAAAAAAAkc/HDAqqTxub6E/s1600/bonnie.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9QlhoJ-ltE/TY_8iedpshI/AAAAAAAAAkc/HDAqqTxub6E/s1600/bonnie.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7frQ1rQz1xs/TY_8iG7ltjI/AAAAAAAAAkY/-ExX6fWLl-M/s1600/wipes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7frQ1rQz1xs/TY_8iG7ltjI/AAAAAAAAAkY/-ExX6fWLl-M/s1600/wipes.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;On the 19th I went to her baby shower in Utah. I am so glad I got to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwf0FOGoQKA/TY_8itp7JoI/AAAAAAAAAkg/npeiuYMadmk/s1600/diaper+cake.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwf0FOGoQKA/TY_8itp7JoI/AAAAAAAAAkg/npeiuYMadmk/s1600/diaper+cake.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is some of my family, cousins on the outside, aunt and sis in law in the middle. I love them! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-na8MStYwK0I/TY_8i6gv1XI/AAAAAAAAAkk/cFGhtk6JV3k/s1600/family.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-na8MStYwK0I/TY_8i6gv1XI/AAAAAAAAAkk/cFGhtk6JV3k/s1600/family.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NgtpiTzfvh8/TY_8j1FVz3I/AAAAAAAAAkw/CBhV29Jc2UA/s1600/socks.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NgtpiTzfvh8/TY_8j1FVz3I/AAAAAAAAAkw/CBhV29Jc2UA/s1600/socks.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ir2iQdmoCCE/TY_8jFfQlAI/AAAAAAAAAko/F5YjcSdbqsc/s1600/lunch.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ir2iQdmoCCE/TY_8jFfQlAI/AAAAAAAAAko/F5YjcSdbqsc/s1600/lunch.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnA-uUL__80/TY_8jRQQjoI/AAAAAAAAAks/dE4Iv6rkP0Y/s1600/present.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnA-uUL__80/TY_8jRQQjoI/AAAAAAAAAks/dE4Iv6rkP0Y/s1600/present.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She got such cute stuff! I can't wait to meet little Apollo in a few weeks! Good luck Bonnie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034772040353479657-525465612884412998?l=jamdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/525465612884412998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2011/03/bonnies-baby-shower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/525465612884412998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/525465612884412998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2011/03/bonnies-baby-shower.html' title='Bonnie&apos;s Baby Shower'/><author><name>Melissa Bond Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283018647326210697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S3sYW3oKEWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RwHLDPVbiT4/S220/grabbing+a+kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9QlhoJ-ltE/TY_8iedpshI/AAAAAAAAAkc/HDAqqTxub6E/s72-c/bonnie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034772040353479657.post-5158679475552554537</id><published>2011-02-12T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T21:59:11.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary Weekend!</title><content type='html'>This last&amp;nbsp;weekend&amp;nbsp;we celebrated our 1 year anniversary! YAY! We also celebrated employment, the blessings we've had over the last year, and our love. Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to our nearest "big town" Idaho Falls which is about 30 miles away and it was a much needed break from our tiny frozen snow covered town. We stayed at a hotel on Friday night and indulged in yummy dinner in the lobby, then went to Walgreens to grab tons of candy and spent the night overdosing on sugar and watching TV (a luxury for us!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kaTJDEKn6CQ/TVdwoJEL0lI/AAAAAAAAAjk/do-jSjmMWJA/s1600/DSCN0580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kaTJDEKn6CQ/TVdwoJEL0lI/AAAAAAAAAjk/do-jSjmMWJA/s320/DSCN0580.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our private dinner on Friday at the hotel&amp;nbsp; &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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/TVDkBTFMiII/AAAAAAAAAjI/yvYnRexEIGo/s1600/DSCN0580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/TVDjsgxg9iI/AAAAAAAAAjA/uHBqel4XyxA/s1600/DSCN0581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/TVDjsgxg9iI/AAAAAAAAAjA/uHBqel4XyxA/s320/DSCN0581.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Idaho Falls Temple&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;On Saturday we had a breakfast buffet (which was amazing!) and went to  the Idaho Falls Temple to do sealings! It was so neat to be wearing the  clothes we were married in a year earlier, and there were lots of  weddings that day too, which made me so happy to see all the beautiful  brides!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/TVDkKNnnE3I/AAAAAAAAAjM/qR3eZQPlrE8/s1600/DSCN0588.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/TVDkKNnnE3I/AAAAAAAAAjM/qR3eZQPlrE8/s320/DSCN0588.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our real anniversary was on Sunday and I had a jam packed busy morning with my calling and church so when we finally got home to relax we played our new Dilbert board game :) and I took a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We feel&amp;nbsp;extremely&amp;nbsp;blessed to  have had such a wonderful year! We have really truely felt love from  our&amp;nbsp;friends&amp;nbsp;and family near and far. We love you all and can't wait to  see what the next year of our marriage has in store!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034772040353479657-5158679475552554537?l=jamdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5158679475552554537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2011/02/anniversary-weekend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/5158679475552554537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/5158679475552554537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2011/02/anniversary-weekend.html' title='Anniversary Weekend!'/><author><name>Melissa Bond Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283018647326210697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S3sYW3oKEWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RwHLDPVbiT4/S220/grabbing+a+kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kaTJDEKn6CQ/TVdwoJEL0lI/AAAAAAAAAjk/do-jSjmMWJA/s72-c/DSCN0580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034772040353479657.post-860552120842983481</id><published>2011-01-21T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T18:25:30.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dream of Panama</title><content type='html'>So I'm aching for warm and tropical lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/TTo_-cV9pfI/AAAAAAAAAik/aTZdHflmSY8/s1600/beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/TTo_-cV9pfI/AAAAAAAAAik/aTZdHflmSY8/s320/beach.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day I've been playing back my trip to Panama I took in August of 2009 with my wonderful friend Becky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/TTo83OhF4ZI/AAAAAAAAAic/HvbKFv5pfTs/s1600/scuba+gear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/TTo83OhF4ZI/AAAAAAAAAic/HvbKFv5pfTs/s1600/scuba+gear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dying to soak up some sun and lay on some beaches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/TTo_ij0nq7I/AAAAAAAAAig/9CqCuDO3R9Y/s1600/starfish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/TTo_ij0nq7I/AAAAAAAAAig/9CqCuDO3R9Y/s320/starfish.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;But lately we've got this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/TTo60YJG-SI/AAAAAAAAAiY/vRQKLM05zbM/s1600/snow+pile+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/TTo60YJG-SI/AAAAAAAAAiY/vRQKLM05zbM/s400/snow+pile+2.jpg" width="400" /&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/6034772040353479657-860552120842983481?l=jamdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/860552120842983481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dream-of-panama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/860552120842983481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/860552120842983481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dream-of-panama.html' title='I dream of Panama'/><author><name>Melissa Bond Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283018647326210697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S3sYW3oKEWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RwHLDPVbiT4/S220/grabbing+a+kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/TTo_-cV9pfI/AAAAAAAAAik/aTZdHflmSY8/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034772040353479657.post-5919967163014418736</id><published>2011-01-02T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:27:29.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old and New Years!</title><content type='html'>This is my list of 10 exciting things that happened in 2010 and what we are looking forward to in 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Our 10 in 2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Got married to my sweetheart Jeremy Feb 6th at the Oakland LDS Temple.&lt;br /&gt;2. The BIG move to Rexburg, Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;3. Jeremy started his first&amp;nbsp;semester&amp;nbsp;as a married student (and got great grades!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Visits from my friends Valerie and Joanna Snyder, Jeremy's mom Roxanne, and my sister Stacey&lt;br /&gt;4. I got a job with Allstate Insurance.&lt;br /&gt;5. I turned 28!&lt;br /&gt;6. We were able to spend&amp;nbsp;Thanksgiving&amp;nbsp;with all of our family (plus extended family) in Utah&lt;br /&gt;7. Jeremy turned 26!&lt;br /&gt;8. First Christmas traveling to California and jumping between houses and families.&lt;br /&gt;9. Rang in the New Year with our friends The Roberts!&lt;br /&gt;10. Giants won the world series. (thats Jeremy's #1 in 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Whats to come in 2011&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ See if we can survive the deep winter of Rexburg&lt;br /&gt;~ Get Jeremy through 2 more&amp;nbsp;semesters, making him that much closer to graduating&lt;br /&gt;~ We'll both be a year older, yikes!&lt;br /&gt;~ Entertain the thought of a baby in the future&lt;br /&gt;~ Visit more family and friends&lt;br /&gt;~ Hopefully get more visits from family and friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034772040353479657-5919967163014418736?l=jamdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5919967163014418736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2011/01/old-and-new-years.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/5919967163014418736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/5919967163014418736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2011/01/old-and-new-years.html' title='Old and New Years!'/><author><name>Melissa Bond Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283018647326210697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S3sYW3oKEWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RwHLDPVbiT4/S220/grabbing+a+kiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034772040353479657.post-3142013556082620279</id><published>2010-11-05T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T20:17:56.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="deleteBody" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div class="postBody"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;In March of 2009 it was my Grandpa Bond's 90th Birthday and in celebration the whole family wrote him a letter. Posting the letter I wrote is how I am paying tribute to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="postBody"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="postBody"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Happy Birthday Grandpa Bond!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="postBody"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: medium;"&gt;I am so happy that the whole family got together to celebrate&amp;nbsp;your&amp;nbsp;90th birthday&amp;nbsp;with you!&amp;nbsp;When i heard that everyone was writing a letter to you I got so excited! I have so many things that I've wanted to tell you over the years, but (as a Bond) I had a hard time of knowing when and where.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="postBody"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: medium;"&gt;SO, in no kind of order what so ever, here are all the things I've been&amp;nbsp;wanting to tell you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="postBody"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-First,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;and for most,&amp;nbsp;thank you for being a wonderful&amp;nbsp;example and patriarch to us all. You came to all of our baptisms, weddings,&amp;nbsp;and any other function you could make it down for. We/I have always appreciated that!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="postBody"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Some of my favorite memories from staying in Sacramento are you and grandma taking us kids down to the park and shore of the American River, or to the&amp;nbsp;Arden&amp;nbsp;Swim Club.&amp;nbsp;I don't ever remember you ever once raising your voice at us or getting mad at us (although I am sure we would have deserved it). Secretly we always used to call you "the&amp;nbsp;nice&amp;nbsp;grandpa". There were always oreos to munch on, sodas to drink and you and Grandma watching "The Monkeys" or "Peter Pan" with us at night. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="postBody"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-In all my memories of staying in Sacramento I always remember you eating cereal with us in the morning, any kind we wanted, even if it was sugary! You would also read in your chair in the living room and I always knew to find you there. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="postBody"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-I love every time you call the house. I know its you because&amp;nbsp;dad talks a little louder and&amp;nbsp;laughs a lot. I&amp;nbsp;have always loved that every time you call you ask about each one of us. I can hear&amp;nbsp;Dad down the&amp;nbsp;hall telling you what is going on in our lives and it always has made me very happy to know that you think about us.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="postBody"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Your relationship with Grandma was, and will always be, the standard that I would like to set for my own marriage. I am a lot like Grandma Bond and I know that we are not always easy women to get a long with, BUT I know you love Grandma by the way you treated her, especially in front of us. You were always kind to her, never argued or fought, and when she was in the hospital for all those years you sat with her for hours a day, and I will never forget your loyalty to her. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="postBody"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-I&amp;nbsp;wanted to also thank you for supporting me in all I've done.&amp;nbsp;You've never said a negative thing to me in all the decisions (right, or wrong) I've made in my life. You know I've had a hard few years and I love you very much for&amp;nbsp;your love and support.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="postBody"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy Birthday Grandpa, I love you with all my heart!&amp;nbsp;~Melissa Beth Bond&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/TNTI1KEw7II/AAAAAAAAAhk/PkTRsWHz0QQ/s1600/grandpa+bond.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/TNTI1KEw7II/AAAAAAAAAhk/PkTRsWHz0QQ/s320/grandpa+bond.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.blogger.com/post-delete.do" id="deletePost" method="POST" name="deletePost" style="border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; margin-top: 0px; padding-top: 1em;"&gt;Robert Bond&lt;br /&gt;March 1919 - October 2010&lt;div class="errorbox-good"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034772040353479657-3142013556082620279?l=jamdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3142013556082620279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-march-of-2009-it-was-my-grandpa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/3142013556082620279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/3142013556082620279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-march-of-2009-it-was-my-grandpa.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa Bond Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283018647326210697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S3sYW3oKEWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RwHLDPVbiT4/S220/grabbing+a+kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/TNTI1KEw7II/AAAAAAAAAhk/PkTRsWHz0QQ/s72-c/grandpa+bond.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034772040353479657.post-8748547977431519005</id><published>2010-10-24T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T21:55:23.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry baby</title><content type='html'>Oh man,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the last 2 weeks I have been an emotional wreck. (warning, this gets pretty long). I went off one of &amp;nbsp;my medicines and it kicked my butt, plus I was PMSing, so there, ya, I used that excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For two weeks, plus some lasting residual, I have CRIED at everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of its been pretty funny because they can't be explained:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jeremy and I were driving home from the grocery store and Queen's song "You're My Best Friend" came on the radio. I turned to Jeremy and I was super excited and I said "This is my FAVORI---" and the tears started STREAMING down my face! I couldn't help it, I just LUVVVV that song so much. Plus, Jeremy's my best friend and I feel like IF I could sing I would sing this to him, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but he's not that into music and I don't think he'd get the full meaning and understand th&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;feeeeellllliiiinnnngsss&lt;/i&gt; I have for it and him....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I was going to have lunch with Jeremy on campus for lunch and as I walked to the Crossroads cafeteria I watched a bunch of students break dancing to Kanye West and Daft Punk song "Stronger" and it made me REALLY home sick. WHAAA??? ya. As I walked into the building had to tell myself to not cry, I am 28 darn it! but I couldn't find Jeremy and it was all too much! So I leaned against the wall crying and texting my best friend Becky that Kanye made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On our way back from Idaho Falls one day BYU-I radio jazz hour was on and it was Disney Bossa Nova from Brasil in&amp;nbsp;Portuguese. I'm not a huge&amp;nbsp;Disney&amp;nbsp;fan ( I know, may I be cursed to hell, yadda yadda yadda) but these were so cool! The song that did me in was a version of "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Disney-Bossa-Nova-Various-Artists/dp/B00080EV0M"&gt;Bibbity Bobbity Boo&lt;/a&gt;" (listen to it, I dare you not to have your heart swell and spill out your eyes!). Maybe my body forgot what it felt like (for 2 weeks) to be&amp;nbsp;extremely&amp;nbsp;happy over small things so it just made me cry for the heck of it. Thanks body, see if I take care of you this week! Pass me the ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some has been&amp;nbsp;ridiculous:&amp;nbsp;NPR has made me cry 2, thats two, times!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The first time was on my way to have lunch with Jeremy and I had NPR on and it was a few days before the &amp;nbsp;Chilean&amp;nbsp;miners were rescued. All the stories were touching but only one made me cry. Sigh. A beauty salon in the town near the mines were giving the daughters, mothers, sisters, and wives of the miners free haircuts,&amp;nbsp;manicures, and makeovers to be beautiful for their men coming home. I don't know why, but this touched me and I cried and cried and had to change the&amp;nbsp;channel. &amp;nbsp;They just wanted them to feel beautiful for their men. What if everyone just helped each other like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jeremy and I were coming home after school and work and NPR had a report (sense a pattern?) from Canada about a man who helped set up a banking system for families who had a child with disabilities. He asked the parents what do you want for your child's future, and they&amp;nbsp;answered&amp;nbsp;"financial&amp;nbsp;security and friends". I LOST IT! Everyone should have friends. I can't imagine being a parent of a child with disabilities and knowing that you can't be there for their entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are A LOT more things I've cried over, but these were the most&amp;nbsp;ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA, I feel silly now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034772040353479657-8748547977431519005?l=jamdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8748547977431519005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/10/cry-baby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/8748547977431519005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/8748547977431519005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/10/cry-baby.html' title='Cry baby'/><author><name>Melissa Bond Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283018647326210697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S3sYW3oKEWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RwHLDPVbiT4/S220/grabbing+a+kiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034772040353479657.post-3275459206447021675</id><published>2010-08-25T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T17:09:42.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in good hands</title><content type='html'>Good news everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sitting on my tush for 4 months I finally got a job!! August 2nd was my first day at Allstate Insurance in Rexburg, ID! Its minimum wage, and a little more hours than part time... BUT I AM SO HAPPY I HAVE A JOB!! I am a bit OVERWHELMED with all that goes on in an insurance office,  but the guy who is my supervisor? manager? trainer? is super nice. Right now I am filing papers around the office, taking payments, taking messages (because I have no idea what I'm doing)... but hopefully in October I'll be taking the test to make me a real insurance sales agent! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;( I tried to find a picture of our office or something more personal, but did you know that if you type Allstate Rexburg into google pics you don't get a picture of our cute Allstate office in Rexburg? I did get a lot of pictures of our all-state athletics teams, and quite a few pics of David Archuletta, which confused me until I figured out that there is an Allstate stadium in Chicago he once sang at AND he once sang in Rexburg. Google, you are WAY ahead of me!) &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See our pretty logo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/THWez9EKaAI/AAAAAAAAAgw/4EGF5k6KE98/s1600/allstate+logo+center+auto+home+life+retire.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/THWez9EKaAI/AAAAAAAAAgw/4EGF5k6KE98/s200/allstate+logo+center+auto+home+life+retire.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy has been taking a summer religion class (which I think is not a real class because the "homework" is reading from the Ensign. Isn't that a commandment or something?). So he's taking the summer off, and he totally deserves it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does have a very important job that he's been doing since we moved here: he sells his soul! No wait sorry, he sells his PLASMA! He does it twice a week and doesn't mind at all that his arms have holes in them! Its an important job because it pays $50 a week and for the first 4 months of us being here, it was our only income. I am so proud of him and admire him a lot because I am sooo scared of needles (and they told me my veins were too small, so I couldn't donate if I wanted to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/THWv97ApeJI/AAAAAAAAAg4/yIPAm25PW8I/s1600/DSCN0215+better.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/THWv97ApeJI/AAAAAAAAAg4/yIPAm25PW8I/s320/DSCN0215+better.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;What a Stud!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also: Happy 200 days of marriage for the best husband I could ever ask for! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034772040353479657-3275459206447021675?l=jamdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3275459206447021675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-good-hands.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/3275459206447021675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/3275459206447021675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-good-hands.html' title='in good hands'/><author><name>Melissa Bond Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283018647326210697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S3sYW3oKEWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RwHLDPVbiT4/S220/grabbing+a+kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/THWez9EKaAI/AAAAAAAAAgw/4EGF5k6KE98/s72-c/allstate+logo+center+auto+home+life+retire.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034772040353479657.post-2130176172102478355</id><published>2010-07-14T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T22:06:02.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake update</title><content type='html'>So not much has changed. We are still in Rexburg, Jeremy is still in school and I'm still unemployed, and we are watching tv while I type this, just like the last time I updated this. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much has changed, but we've been pretty busy living the life. I'm totally faking this update and will do a better job letting you know what we've been up to around town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/TD6W_PUWz_I/AAAAAAAAAgo/vfi-ywFU1ok/s1600/close+up+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/TD6W_PUWz_I/AAAAAAAAAgo/vfi-ywFU1ok/s200/close+up+4.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Huggies and Kissies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034772040353479657-2130176172102478355?l=jamdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2130176172102478355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/07/fake-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/2130176172102478355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/2130176172102478355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/07/fake-update.html' title='Fake update'/><author><name>Melissa Bond Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283018647326210697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S3sYW3oKEWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RwHLDPVbiT4/S220/grabbing+a+kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/TD6W_PUWz_I/AAAAAAAAAgo/vfi-ywFU1ok/s72-c/close+up+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034772040353479657.post-7006199648056977884</id><published>2010-05-25T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T11:23:55.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kidney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melissa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeremy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><title type='text'>Kidney Day!</title><content type='html'>I guess my body decided that life was too dull and I needed a little "excitement"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting at 10pm I had a good 12 hours of the most excruciating pain through my lower back and wrapped around to my bellybutton. It was a stabby pain that I can't explain and I was the biggest baby about it. I called my mom to tell her I was dying and what should I do? We talked and decided that I should go to the local Urgent Care on Main Street. I called and through tears explained that I had no insurance and not much money, but I was in serious pain. I felt like a weeny, but I'm sure they get calls all the time like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy was WONDERFUL and ran across campus (through the cold and rain) and met me there! I have the BEST HUSBAND EVER! He rubbed my back and gave my shoulder little kisses. It helped :) The people at Urgent Care are angels, they were so sweet and explained everything that was going on. They took some blood and samples, then the doctor said I probably have a kidney infection. He didn't want to rule out a gallbladder infection so he had my go up the street to get a CT scan. Yipee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got checked into the out-patient part of the hospital (thanks for being my emergency contact Sarah!) and they had me drink some bitter stuff to make my organs show up in the CT scan. I had to wait 2 hours, so we went home and I took a nap. I was pretty out of it, but I did notice that my neon yellow band aid matched my hospital bracelet! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_wKmX6oE5I/AAAAAAAAAfs/llyrvPdwHLU/s1600/Melissa+feeling+ouchie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_wKmX6oE5I/AAAAAAAAAfs/llyrvPdwHLU/s320/Melissa+feeling+ouchie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There aren't any pictures of the CT scan, bummer because it was pretty cool. My brother Keith works with the CT scanner in the hospital in Provo, so it was neat to see what he does all day. I think it'd be a pretty cool job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After the CT scan we went back to Urgent Care and they hooked me up to an IV of antibiotics for an hour. Jeremy was hilarious and read me articles about Dancing with the Stars and the bios of&amp;nbsp; TV commercial actors out of US Weekly. I'm such a dork, I wanted to document everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_wK1huT6HI/AAAAAAAAAgE/nhIVSPzk1YA/s1600/jeremy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_wK1huT6HI/AAAAAAAAAgE/nhIVSPzk1YA/s320/jeremy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: We took pictures of the IV so if you don't like needles, just skip the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a comfy arm chair and I was tempted to take it home! By this time I was feeling less stabby pain and more of just ache, which was a HUGE improvement. Such a happy patient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_wKzNdIuSI/AAAAAAAAAf8/GZVZFQK0Up0/s1600/happy+patient.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_wKzNdIuSI/AAAAAAAAAf8/GZVZFQK0Up0/s320/happy+patient.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_wKqO8WpII/AAAAAAAAAf0/3hqHxtMxtZA/s1600/hand+IV.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_wKqO8WpII/AAAAAAAAAf0/3hqHxtMxtZA/s320/hand+IV.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_wK6JewTtI/AAAAAAAAAgU/uaw-EGWjywo/s1600/yellow+badge+of+courage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_wK6JewTtI/AAAAAAAAAgU/uaw-EGWjywo/s320/yellow+badge+of+courage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was such a good patient that I deserved a treat from Sonic and Jeremy was such a good caretaker that he got a pizza for dinner. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_wK3VEJ5iI/AAAAAAAAAgM/i-9XklB_qxo/s1600/sonic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_wK3VEJ5iI/AAAAAAAAAgM/i-9XklB_qxo/s320/sonic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been 24 hours later and my fever broke so I am feeling MUCH better. I'm only sore, like I over did a workout, but nothing like yesterday. I went back to Urgent Care this morning to get a check up and they said I didn't need another IV. YAY!! I did get 2 shots in the bum and they HURT. BOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many first (and hopefully some lasts)!!&lt;br /&gt;-first CT scan&lt;br /&gt;-first IV&lt;br /&gt;-first organ problems&lt;br /&gt;-first shot in the bum&lt;br /&gt;-first big emergency for Jeremy and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone who said such sweet things on my facebook. Its comforting to know that even though I'm so far away from my friends and family, I still feel your love and support. And thanks Mom for checking up on me and worrying about me. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034772040353479657-7006199648056977884?l=jamdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/7006199648056977884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/05/kidney-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/7006199648056977884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/7006199648056977884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/05/kidney-day.html' title='Kidney Day!'/><author><name>Melissa Bond Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283018647326210697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S3sYW3oKEWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RwHLDPVbiT4/S220/grabbing+a+kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_wKmX6oE5I/AAAAAAAAAfs/llyrvPdwHLU/s72-c/Melissa+feeling+ouchie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034772040353479657.post-2693275042738061632</id><published>2010-05-22T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T16:16:43.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Its begining to look a lot like... Spring?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I will never get used to Idaho weather.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We went to the store to grab some stuff with the last of our gift card (tear). When we got there the sun was shining and we walked in with short sleeves. We were in there for 20 minutes, tops, and we walk out side and it was freezing and raining! By the time we got home it was SNOWING! WHAT?!? I mentioned that I was going to grab the mail but its too late now, but Jeremy said no its not. Uh... hahaha. Ok!&amp;nbsp;&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;So here is our adventure to the mail hut shown in pictures. (what you can't see is that it was SO windy, and my glasses kept fogging up. Gosh, can't wait for winter...)&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: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_hhrrSRMFI/AAAAAAAAAfc/wUQAqrByHSI/s320/jer+in+snow+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_hhWEqHw1I/AAAAAAAAAes/5g8TWFsjYo4/s1600/snowing+neighborhood.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_hhWEqHw1I/AAAAAAAAAes/5g8TWFsjYo4/s320/snowing+neighborhood.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_hhYU60ajI/AAAAAAAAAe0/yfhpiEj9wI8/s1600/snow+smiles.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_hhYU60ajI/AAAAAAAAAe0/yfhpiEj9wI8/s320/snow+smiles.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_hhgGQzBaI/AAAAAAAAAfU/AjWQKcY0WbA/s1600/jer+with+snow+and+mail.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_hhgGQzBaI/AAAAAAAAAfU/AjWQKcY0WbA/s320/jer+with+snow+and+mail.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_hhc7-eD7I/AAAAAAAAAfE/E6Euh8hZNtA/s1600/mel+smile.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_hhc7-eD7I/AAAAAAAAAfE/E6Euh8hZNtA/s320/mel+smile.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_hhIXWMrQI/AAAAAAAAAec/4urQqULUkpc/s1600/tongue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_hhIXWMrQI/AAAAAAAAAec/4urQqULUkpc/s320/tongue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_hhaVaRcwI/AAAAAAAAAe8/iVMaK6pLJss/s1600/more+neighborhood+snow.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_hhaVaRcwI/AAAAAAAAAe8/iVMaK6pLJss/s320/more+neighborhood+snow.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;As soon as we got inside and I put the pictures on the computer, this is  what it looked like outside: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_hhQBmu97I/AAAAAAAAAek/_CS8O4acOzg/s1600/sunny.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_hhQBmu97I/AAAAAAAAAek/_CS8O4acOzg/s320/sunny.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, 30 minutes later, it is back to snowing/hailing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034772040353479657-2693275042738061632?l=jamdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2693275042738061632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-begining-to-look-lot-like-spring.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/2693275042738061632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/2693275042738061632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-begining-to-look-lot-like-spring.html' title='Its begining to look a lot like... Spring?'/><author><name>Melissa Bond Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283018647326210697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S3sYW3oKEWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RwHLDPVbiT4/S220/grabbing+a+kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_hhrrSRMFI/AAAAAAAAAfc/wUQAqrByHSI/s72-c/jer+in+snow+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034772040353479657.post-2739200181340753315</id><published>2010-05-17T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T18:39:23.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We have been married for 100 days!! Wow, time flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today and tomorrow are stressful days of school and tests for Jeremy so I wanted to do a little low-key something just to let him know I love him. I was thinking about making 100 hearts, but thought that might use a lot of paper and that's a lot of hearts to have all over our place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I remembered my sister made a little banner for St. Patrick's Day and it was soo cute!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that's what I decided to do too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_HrF8C2YTI/AAAAAAAAAeI/__5BBFR9KHc/s1600/making+banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_HrF8C2YTI/AAAAAAAAAeI/__5BBFR9KHc/s320/making+banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so happy with how it turned out!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND it looks great on our empty wall in the kitchen!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jeremy loved it too and we are going to keep it up for a while :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_HrC3_vAnI/AAAAAAAAAeA/jzfWax03okE/s1600/full+pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_HrC3_vAnI/AAAAAAAAAeA/jzfWax03okE/s320/full+pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_Hq2l_CpfI/AAAAAAAAAdo/yr_fOP2Cy6E/s1600/100+days+heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_Hq2l_CpfI/AAAAAAAAAdo/yr_fOP2Cy6E/s320/100+days+heart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_Hq5zqg8dI/AAAAAAAAAdw/_8ZdqsGGVnM/s1600/banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_Hq5zqg8dI/AAAAAAAAAdw/_8ZdqsGGVnM/s320/banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(sorry for the poor photo quality, I can't find my camera and had to use my cell phone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, I made this new recipe similar to my families Chicken Divan I found &lt;a href="http://sistersstuff.blogspot.com/2009/07/chicken-chedder-rice-bake.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, but I accidentally doubled the butter (yikes!) and it was so rich that we could barely finish one serving each. My stomach is still churning. I'm going to try it again sometime, but with the normal amount of butter :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_Hq_oBbiwI/AAAAAAAAAd4/zZuKSg8ujts/s1600/dinner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_Hq_oBbiwI/AAAAAAAAAd4/zZuKSg8ujts/s320/dinner.jpg" /&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;Here's to another wonderful 100 days!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034772040353479657-2739200181340753315?l=jamdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2739200181340753315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/05/100-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/2739200181340753315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/2739200181340753315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/05/100-days.html' title='100 Days!'/><author><name>Melissa Bond Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283018647326210697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S3sYW3oKEWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RwHLDPVbiT4/S220/grabbing+a+kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S_HrF8C2YTI/AAAAAAAAAeI/__5BBFR9KHc/s72-c/making+banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034772040353479657.post-2413633056885795953</id><published>2010-05-09T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T18:09:28.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visitors'/><title type='text'>Visitors!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my dear friends Valerie Snyder and Joanna Snyder visited us!! They were in Idaho Falls for a 5k with their cousins and made their way  up to Rexburg for the afternoon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S-dbw0Vj4pI/AAAAAAAAAdA/QGx5DbXe2_g/s1600/Val+and+I+close+up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S-dbw0Vj4pI/AAAAAAAAAdA/QGx5DbXe2_g/s320/Val+and+I+close+up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've known them since I was 8 years old, when their family moved into the San Jose 15th ward. Valerie and I grew up together and became bosom buddies (or at least I think so, hee hee) from Sunday school, Young Womans, sleep overs, Seminary, proms, family campouts, and High School graduation when she moved away to BYU. I hadn't seen her in YEARS and it was so wonderful to see her again! It almost felt like time hadn't passed at all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S-db6_fscSI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ZIziVRdJVzo/s1600/Joanna+Valerie+me+Jer.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S-db6_fscSI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ZIziVRdJVzo/s320/Joanna+Valerie+me+Jer.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S-dcIWTW_nI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/a8AJRbFj4Oo/s1600/millhollow.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S-dcIWTW_nI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/a8AJRbFj4Oo/s320/millhollow.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We visited for a while then we all went to the Rexburg Temple for a session. It was so fun to go to the temple with friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the temple we went to the famous Millhollow Frozen Yogurt shop. Its famous b/c our friend Yung and Drew Smith got engaged there 9 and 1/2 years ago when they were students in Rexburg when it was Ricks College. It was fun to finally see the place where Drew won our lovely Yung's heart. Awwww. The yogurt was delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Snyders and am sooo happy that they visited us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S-dcmW-EbGI/AAAAAAAAAdg/je4RXrf0cSQ/s1600/artsy+jer+and+I.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S-dcmW-EbGI/AAAAAAAAAdg/je4RXrf0cSQ/s320/artsy+jer+and+I.JPG" /&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/6034772040353479657-2413633056885795953?l=jamdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2413633056885795953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/05/visitors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/2413633056885795953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/2413633056885795953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/05/visitors.html' title='Visitors!'/><author><name>Melissa Bond Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283018647326210697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S3sYW3oKEWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RwHLDPVbiT4/S220/grabbing+a+kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S-dbw0Vj4pI/AAAAAAAAAdA/QGx5DbXe2_g/s72-c/Val+and+I+close+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034772040353479657.post-5728626048034132484</id><published>2010-05-02T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T18:59:12.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='callings'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So we've been in Rexburg just about 3 weeks now and we are coming up on our 3 month anniversary on Thursday (Jeremy counts the days, how cute!!). Its been warm, its snowed, its been windy (up to 45 mph at some points) and I can't keep it all straight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far things are pretty quiet. I take Jeremy to school in the morning, I come home and do home stuff (mostly dishes and laundry), and then I pick him up in the early afternoon. We run errands together, we come home, and I cook dinner while Jer does his homework. After dinner we play on our computers and watch some Netflix tv or a movie. Yup, that's pretty much the jist of it. I love it, and am very relaxed, but I know I need a job soon. I had an interview last week, but didn't get the job, but that's ok, there were A LOT of skilled applicants and I know something will show up soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of stuff and updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really like the Relief Society of the ward we are in (92nd ward, married students). The first Saturday after we moved in the RS had a potluck social and I went, and it was a lot of fun! I met a lot of the girls. I found out that in this ward you are either moving in/out, pregnant or just had a baby :) but I guess its like that in most newlywed wards in Rexburg and Provo. I mean that in the most loving way possible, hee hee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S94lBcB6BOI/AAAAAAAAAcI/NxjA6MPVTAY/s1600/RS+social.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S94lBcB6BOI/AAAAAAAAAcI/NxjA6MPVTAY/s400/RS+social.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a picture they took at the social: Breeana, me, Julia, and Sarah. I like this picture because each of the women have been significant to us/me since we moved in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah invited Jeremy and I to have dinner with her and her husband last Sunday and it was a lot of fun! We had taco soup (YUMMY!) and talked a lot about everything; missions, meeting our spouces, where we grew up... I am so happy to have found a friendly couple right away that we get a long with. They are expecting a baby this summer and they are soo cute about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia is our neighbor, she and her husband help maintain our place that we are renting. They cleaned and painted it before we moved it, and it looks beautiful! We exchange cookies when we bake them (she makes great chocolate chip cookies!) and its just nice to know we have neighbors we can count on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy and I got callings at church today!! I got called to be on the Relief Society Activities Committee, and Breeana (first girl in the picture) is the head of the committee! She is lives in our complex too, and is extremely nice and out going. I think its going to be a lot of fun! Jeremy's calling is Home Teaching District Leader. I think its a great calling for him, not too much work, but just enough :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make dinner every night, good or bad, and I take pictures of each meal I cook (incredibly dorky I know, but I am very proud of how well we are eating) and I am starting to post them on my food blog. www.eatoutloud.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S94s6kW1h1I/AAAAAAAAAcg/JuUK6FLWBJo/s1600/drinking+soup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S94s6kW1h1I/AAAAAAAAAcg/JuUK6FLWBJo/s320/drinking+soup.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S94snYp5ZxI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/0Hky5LydQtM/s1600/eating+grilled+cheese.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S94snYp5ZxI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/0Hky5LydQtM/s320/eating+grilled+cheese.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are pictures of us eating the easiest meal yet, grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato soup.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Mmmm yummers....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll try to post more often so you don't get long winded updates from us again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034772040353479657-5728626048034132484?l=jamdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5728626048034132484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/05/update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/5728626048034132484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/5728626048034132484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Melissa Bond Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283018647326210697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S3sYW3oKEWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RwHLDPVbiT4/S220/grabbing+a+kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S94lBcB6BOI/AAAAAAAAAcI/NxjA6MPVTAY/s72-c/RS+social.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034772040353479657.post-4561058742898545708</id><published>2010-04-20T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T12:15:59.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've arrived!</title><content type='html'>After a long long drive and a scare of not finding a motel to stay friday night, Jeremy and I have officially arrived in Rexburg! We left on April 9th and moved in on April 10th, a beautiful and sunny day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We LOVE our place, and here are some photos to show it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is what our front porch looks like! I think its beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the look on Jeremy's face, it totally sums up our feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S835bJd8q2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/6vinsISFzr8/s1600/outside+our+place.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S835bJd8q2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/6vinsISFzr8/s400/outside+our+place.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the family room. Right now it has 2 big sofas, a t.v., a bicycle and a ton of boxes...&amp;nbsp; Also, it doesn't look that pink, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S835VwGGh0I/AAAAAAAAAbo/hwjOBgh-H5s/s1600/Family+room.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S835VwGGh0I/AAAAAAAAAbo/hwjOBgh-H5s/s320/Family+room.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kitchen!! My favorite room to play in. It now has all kinds of appliances and grains in containers on the counters, and in the middle of the room there is a card table and folding chairs. Its perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S835YsWeBwI/AAAAAAAAAbw/qDs0a2uLZHo/s1600/kitchen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S835YsWeBwI/AAAAAAAAAbw/qDs0a2uLZHo/s320/kitchen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upstairs bathroom is hands down the cutest/cleanest room in the place so far.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE my heart shower curtain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S835eoO8gTI/AAAAAAAAAcA/GR0EIj__2YA/s1600/upstairs+bathroom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S835eoO8gTI/AAAAAAAAAcA/GR0EIj__2YA/s320/upstairs+bathroom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just LOVE being in our own place, which makes us even more grateful that we saved while living with Mom and Dad Davis. We were watching Futurama (our favorite series) and eating Cadbury easter eggs (I let Jeremy have a few) and I thought "this marriage thing ROCKS".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all, and more pictures to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034772040353479657-4561058742898545708?l=jamdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4561058742898545708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/04/weve-arrived.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/4561058742898545708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/4561058742898545708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/04/weve-arrived.html' title='We&apos;ve arrived!'/><author><name>Melissa Bond Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283018647326210697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S3sYW3oKEWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RwHLDPVbiT4/S220/grabbing+a+kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S835bJd8q2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/6vinsISFzr8/s72-c/outside+our+place.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034772040353479657.post-257213056982817416</id><published>2010-03-12T18:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T18:27:18.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>undefined?</title><content type='html'>does any one know how to get the "undefined" words to not show up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034772040353479657-257213056982817416?l=jamdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/257213056982817416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/03/undefined.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/257213056982817416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/257213056982817416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/03/undefined.html' title='undefined?'/><author><name>Melissa Bond Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283018647326210697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S3sYW3oKEWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RwHLDPVbiT4/S220/grabbing+a+kiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034772040353479657.post-6339556300434124863</id><published>2010-03-06T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:20:34.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S5MoEiKnLuI/AAAAAAAAAao/wBpip4TwrzI/s1600-h/temple+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S5MoEiKnLuI/AAAAAAAAAao/wBpip4TwrzI/s320/temple+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Saturday Jeremy and I went to the temple super early in the morning to go with the Bernal ward's ym/yw baptism trip. On the way out around 11am I looked around and it was BEAUTIFUL, so I knelt down by some tulips and tried to get a shot of the temple with my phone. I think its really pretty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034772040353479657-6339556300434124863?l=jamdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6339556300434124863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/03/temple-pic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/6339556300434124863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/6339556300434124863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/03/temple-pic.html' title='Temple pic'/><author><name>Melissa Bond Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283018647326210697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S3sYW3oKEWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RwHLDPVbiT4/S220/grabbing+a+kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S5MoEiKnLuI/AAAAAAAAAao/wBpip4TwrzI/s72-c/temple+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034772040353479657.post-7378831284948270745</id><published>2010-03-03T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:22:27.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sneak peak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S481aZgulZI/AAAAAAAAAaY/BdNro0Xkok4/s1600-h/dancing+at+reception.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S481aZgulZI/AAAAAAAAAaY/BdNro0Xkok4/s320/dancing+at+reception.jpg" width="212" /&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/6034772040353479657-7378831284948270745?l=jamdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/7378831284948270745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/03/sneak-peak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/7378831284948270745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/7378831284948270745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/03/sneak-peak.html' title='sneak peak'/><author><name>Melissa Bond Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283018647326210697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S3sYW3oKEWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RwHLDPVbiT4/S220/grabbing+a+kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S481aZgulZI/AAAAAAAAAaY/BdNro0Xkok4/s72-c/dancing+at+reception.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034772040353479657.post-459797299495381046</id><published>2010-02-19T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:30:24.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon</title><content type='html'>So I guess I'm going to post all the events backwards :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Honeymooned in cute Pacific Grove at a little hotel type place called &lt;a href="http://www.gosunsetinn.com/"&gt;The Sunset Inn&lt;/a&gt;. It was exactly what we wanted! A big bed, a small refridgerator, bathroom and a flat screen TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S39c7k40rCI/AAAAAAAAAYA/vJpwsKZAMCM/s1600-h/Sunset+inn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S39c7k40rCI/AAAAAAAAAYA/vJpwsKZAMCM/s320/Sunset+inn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440169053470895138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some major sleeping in and only left to eat and do a short afternoon trip. Then it was back to more TV and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our day trips was to The Monterey Bay Aquarium. We loved it! I used to go there all the time when I was a kid, so I felt like it was extra special for me.&lt;br /&gt;(my camera died right after we got there, so this all I have)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S39eRrY2hUI/AAAAAAAAAYI/DCtRM9X0-MQ/s1600-h/cool+Jellyfish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S39eRrY2hUI/AAAAAAAAAYI/DCtRM9X0-MQ/s320/cool+Jellyfish.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440170532684596546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S39fhofnH-I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/mI1AAG6LiqA/s1600-h/see+thru+jelly+fish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S39fhofnH-I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/mI1AAG6LiqA/s320/see+thru+jelly+fish.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440171906297176034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S39fxXCL6XI/AAAAAAAAAYY/CPR_cf1hDnA/s1600-h/red+jelly+fish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S39fxXCL6XI/AAAAAAAAAYY/CPR_cf1hDnA/s320/red+jelly+fish.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440172176488262002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S39hEjGU4xI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Vzn8oR8Kf5g/s1600-h/Jeremy+with+Jellyfish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S39hEjGU4xI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Vzn8oR8Kf5g/s320/Jeremy+with+Jellyfish.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440173605655995154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where you get to stand up to a baby whale to see how tall you are. What you can really see is how tired we are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S399aIFEqWI/AAAAAAAAAYo/UvadHQ3OhwQ/s1600-h/Jeremy+tall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S399aIFEqWI/AAAAAAAAAYo/UvadHQ3OhwQ/s320/Jeremy+tall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440204762685679970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S39-W6zvI9I/AAAAAAAAAYw/NOHYnYztwzc/s1600-h/melissa+tall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S39-W6zvI9I/AAAAAAAAAYw/NOHYnYztwzc/s320/melissa+tall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440205807095325650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really fast before my camera died I wanted to grab this beautiful lit mural before the seahorse exhibit.  I think its beautiful!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S3-BEkW4_gI/AAAAAAAAAZA/NEhhdaO3s3o/s1600-h/seahorse+light.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S3-BEkW4_gI/AAAAAAAAAZA/NEhhdaO3s3o/s400/seahorse+light.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440208790365994498" 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/6034772040353479657-459797299495381046?l=jamdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/459797299495381046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/02/honeymoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/459797299495381046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/459797299495381046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/02/honeymoon.html' title='Honeymoon'/><author><name>Melissa Bond Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283018647326210697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S3sYW3oKEWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RwHLDPVbiT4/S220/grabbing+a+kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Em6ili_0JKI/S39c7k40rCI/AAAAAAAAAYA/vJpwsKZAMCM/s72-c/Sunset+inn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034772040353479657.post-4951601378253829106</id><published>2010-02-16T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:53:32.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first time</title><content type='html'>This is the first time I have ever blogged.  Mostly this post is just testing to see if i could figure out how to post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034772040353479657-4951601378253829106?l=jamdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4951601378253829106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/4951601378253829106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034772040353479657/posts/default/4951601378253829106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamdavis.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-time.html' title='The first time'/><author><name>Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04077264347108273646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
