<?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-703029847779957402</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:56:09.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at the Tates</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamisanddawn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703029847779957402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamisanddawn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132724804295786645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703029847779957402.post-3182103756765205644</id><published>2010-10-03T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T06:02:35.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>priesthood punch &amp; priestpoweaid for Sale!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/TKiJa0Cx54I/AAAAAAAAAOg/mA-ZPNvZ48k/s1600/photo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/TKiJa0Cx54I/AAAAAAAAAOg/mA-ZPNvZ48k/s320/photo-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523816036709820290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/TKiJapJCuZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/wNgvtgE2Fcc/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/TKiJapJCuZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/wNgvtgE2Fcc/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523816033783298450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls and I set up camp down the street from the Stake Center before Priesthood to hydrate all the Priest, unfortunately all who had stopped were girls, on there way out for "girls night out."  Ella; after given some insight to the hungry in our world decided to donate half her proceeds to the hungry kids in this world.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;btw&lt;/i&gt;, this lemonade stand has been in my storage unit for 4 years.  It was time to drag it out whether we have a house or not.  Just learning about life's little lesson... concerning perfection even though; I still continue to seek after it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703029847779957402-3182103756765205644?l=jamisanddawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamisanddawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3182103756765205644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703029847779957402&amp;postID=3182103756765205644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703029847779957402/posts/default/3182103756765205644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703029847779957402/posts/default/3182103756765205644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamisanddawn.blogspot.com/2010/10/priesthood-punch-priestpoweaid-for-sale.html' title='priesthood punch &amp; priestpoweaid for Sale!!!'/><author><name>Tates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132724804295786645</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/_fhodPKyrIY8/TKiJa0Cx54I/AAAAAAAAAOg/mA-ZPNvZ48k/s72-c/photo-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703029847779957402.post-635775054043527681</id><published>2009-05-30T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T11:21:29.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>absolutely adorable little girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SiDb1x1KsxI/AAAAAAAAANU/o5qByMweuzs/s1600-h/tate+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341510875017294610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SiDb1x1KsxI/AAAAAAAAANU/o5qByMweuzs/s400/tate+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SiDbkjmfVFI/AAAAAAAAANM/c0-aUS1fT1o/s1600-h/tate+(66).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341510579139859538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SiDbkjmfVFI/AAAAAAAAANM/c0-aUS1fT1o/s400/tate+(66).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SiDbRk9S_BI/AAAAAAAAANE/JBFx1EUA0kY/s1600-h/P1020486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341510253086440466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SiDbRk9S_BI/AAAAAAAAANE/JBFx1EUA0kY/s320/P1020486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SiDbIzqmYcI/AAAAAAAAAM8/RXVo6MB4PvA/s1600-h/P1020496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341510102415729090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SiDbIzqmYcI/AAAAAAAAAM8/RXVo6MB4PvA/s320/P1020496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SiDa74ZqrII/AAAAAAAAAM0/smZjg1Pmqa4/s1600-h/P1020499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341509880348585090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SiDa74ZqrII/AAAAAAAAAM0/smZjg1Pmqa4/s320/P1020499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nora Jane Tate was born on April, 10 2009, ten days too early. Most people would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ecstatic&lt;/span&gt; to have their baby early, me on the other hand, I was completely taken off guard. On the seventh of April I went for a routine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;visit&lt;/span&gt; and my Doctor.  He informed me I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt; to a three. I headed straight for the storage unit and the next few days are now a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blurr&lt;/span&gt; as I prepared for this little gal. I awoke on the tenth with what I thought were contractions. I called my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt; and made an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;appointment&lt;/span&gt;. He informed me that I was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-labor and that it certainly could be another week or two. I was slightly discouraged being that I thought I was really brave and strong this time around, yet I was relieved that I still had time to do a few finishing touches, like grab my car seat. My mother arrived that afternoon and we ran around town. It wasn't until that evening as I was hanging things up that it became really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;uncomfortable&lt;/span&gt;, and I finally convinced myself again I was indeed in labor, as I was curled up in the fetal position with tears rolling down my face.  Not so brave and strong, right!  I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt; to a five when American Fork Hospital checked me in. I pretty much was begging for an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;epidural&lt;/span&gt; and they were trying to be as quick as possible but they were pretty much slammed with babies left and right that night. My Doctor was sure I would have a baby less than Ella's birth weight which was 7.14 oz. I told him that's what Ella's Doctor thought too! And to his surprise Nora out did herself; weighing in at 8 lbs 9 oz and 20 inches long. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Apparently,&lt;/span&gt; I literally know how to "pack them." The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;delivery&lt;/span&gt; went so fast and smooth. She did have a few issues breathing and they took her straight to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NICU,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; she bounced right back a few days later and she was able to come home with us. Ella was so excited for her and has a hard time understanding why Nora can't quite hang out and play yet. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; is my second, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;adorable little girl!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703029847779957402-635775054043527681?l=jamisanddawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamisanddawn.blogspot.com/feeds/635775054043527681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703029847779957402&amp;postID=635775054043527681' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703029847779957402/posts/default/635775054043527681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703029847779957402/posts/default/635775054043527681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamisanddawn.blogspot.com/2009/05/adorable-little-girl.html' title='absolutely adorable little girl...'/><author><name>Tates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132724804295786645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SiDb1x1KsxI/AAAAAAAAANU/o5qByMweuzs/s72-c/tate+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703029847779957402.post-255935778717151935</id><published>2008-07-17T00:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:35:06.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travis Victor Alexander...The Mighty Mighty Mormon Missionary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH74tTgeXOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/iuTpIcjyhHE/s1600-h/travis+me+on+top+of+the+world.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223886075010637026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH74tTgeXOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/iuTpIcjyhHE/s400/travis+me+on+top+of+the+world.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH74gsFYPjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/B0Xf8gMCelg/s1600-h/travis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223885858269576754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH74gsFYPjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/B0Xf8gMCelg/s320/travis.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH74gz-0i-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/cnB55Cv5H-s/s1600-h/me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223885860389555170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH74gz-0i-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/cnB55Cv5H-s/s320/me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH74INaUvhI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xzb-yCrlDq0/s1600-h/travisdawndirt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223885437719068178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH74INaUvhI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xzb-yCrlDq0/s320/travisdawndirt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH74IEO1vdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/r3SqGkWxNlo/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223885435254980050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH74IEO1vdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/r3SqGkWxNlo/s320/New+Image.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH74Ia8bhUI/AAAAAAAAAII/r6MlVcuP9ns/s1600-h/us2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223885441351779650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH74Ia8bhUI/AAAAAAAAAII/r6MlVcuP9ns/s320/us2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH74I1Mg_EI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/b-8ONQOiyTg/s1600-h/us3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223885448398568514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH74I1Mg_EI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/b-8ONQOiyTg/s320/us3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223885457582488290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH74JXaIeuI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TjDmsoCnncY/s320/us.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Travis Alexander may in fact be one of the most amazing people that I have ever met in my short 29 years. Seriously hands down this guy was truly remarkable. Travis had this thing about him that distinguished him from most people in this world. He was witty and full of adventure but with that he was "tight with Jesus." This guy not only believed in Christ and his Gospel but he had a &lt;strong&gt;relationship&lt;/strong&gt; with Christ and God. He was never afraid to tell people about Christ, hence, his title. This is what he had called himself on his mission; &lt;strong&gt;The Mighty Mighty Mormon Missionary.&lt;/strong&gt; He loved and embraced every moment of it, although when his mission was all said and done he never let go of teaching the Gospel and inspiring others to make the most of their journey in this life. This guy literally inspired every living Soul on this earth he had come in contact with. He never stopped motivating or teaching. It was his passion and he loved Christ so much that he could not stop, we have him on a old video tape literally singing to the Savior, he had the camera and came across a picture of Christ and busted out a song to him, not as a joke and not as a geek but someone who was witty and had this connection with the Savior. After recently seeing him sing this song to the Savior on that video tape, I realized that Travis got it. He got what life was about and we were only sixteen years old at that time. I believe in Christ and I believe in the plan but there is so much more to it then belief, I want what Travis had, to know the Savior, truly know him and remember him every moment of my days on this earth; as Travis did! On June 4, my dear friend moved on to the next life. In a short 30 years he has accomplished what most will never come close to. Although, Travis had been murdered and taken from this life, I know that it was his time to go. Anyone who has ever met him will testify that he comes close to perfection, an individual who completed the Journey of Life. I am so blessed to have known such an individual. Guaranteed this guy is right next to God and our Savior. Travis served part of his Mission in Colorado, where I have some relatives. I told him before he left to teach them and baptize them for me. Apparently they were playing "hard to get." Although, I am certain that he is up there right and this very moment teaching every single one of my relatives that have passed on. &lt;em&gt;Travis don't worry I will do my part with them...You are as real as a they get, a true friend, hands down one of the most remarkable people I know that has walked upon this earth. I know the veil is thin I feel you all around, in the wind, as I look at the big bright moon. I love you Travis Alexander. &lt;strong&gt;I can't wait to see you on the other side&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures above were taken back in 2006 for a get together in Huntington Beach, and then 1999. He and I had a broken heart. One day we were feeling down and out, so we decided to hit Big Bear and go Hiking. It started to rain and we apparently got a little rugged with all the mud. And though we were broken hearted we seemed to chuck those sad depressing, hating life feelings to the side for a moment and in that day we learned that life is beautiful and though we may have felt that life could not be more cruel and sad we knew that we would continue our journey in this life. &lt;strong&gt;Because we believed in the PLAN. We love the PLAN.&lt;/strong&gt; And in the end happiness only lies... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Travis is characterized as a ispirational person. He was a motiviational Speaker in his career in which he was extremely succesful, he just finished a book, &lt;em&gt;Raising You&lt;/em&gt;. A self-help book that describes his rough childhood, explaining that it is up to each of us to make our lives. Travis and I were closely bounded together in that we sort of raised ourselves in the Church and always had a connection with that. Here is just of one insightful things he as said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The difference between a stumbling block and a stepping stone is the character of the individual walking the path." - Travis Alexander&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get a chance here some of the blogs that he posted with regards to his book. If you get a chance check it out you will be inspired.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Travis' Web Site&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.travisalexander.net/"&gt;http://www.travisalexander.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Travis' myspace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;frienddid=36976228"&gt;http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;frienddid=36976228&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703029847779957402-255935778717151935?l=jamisanddawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamisanddawn.blogspot.com/feeds/255935778717151935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703029847779957402&amp;postID=255935778717151935' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703029847779957402/posts/default/255935778717151935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703029847779957402/posts/default/255935778717151935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamisanddawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/travis-victor-alexanderthe-mighty.html' title='Travis Victor Alexander...The Mighty Mighty Mormon Missionary'/><author><name>Tates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132724804295786645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH74tTgeXOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/iuTpIcjyhHE/s72-c/travis+me+on+top+of+the+world.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703029847779957402.post-4560080454565387397</id><published>2008-07-15T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:31:23.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Garden Princess Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH2aPlskaTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/yazS5nSX5DI/s1600-h/Picture+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223500735427406130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH2aPlskaTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/yazS5nSX5DI/s320/Picture+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH2ZV3FA4iI/AAAAAAAAAFY/lp_9TK7HM10/s1600-h/Picture+232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223499743660925474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH2ZV3FA4iI/AAAAAAAAAFY/lp_9TK7HM10/s320/Picture+232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH2Ybb11wiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RQ_CVvU58Qw/s1600-h/Picture+314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223498739917111842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH2Ybb11wiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RQ_CVvU58Qw/s320/Picture+314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH2W5PDZ3-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/ltj5zox0AGY/s1600-h/Picture+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223497052857163746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH2W5PDZ3-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/ltj5zox0AGY/s320/Picture+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH2WSxTqRTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_ByYaC1UfGU/s1600-h/Picture+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223496392037254450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH2WSxTqRTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_ByYaC1UfGU/s320/Picture+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH2Twcq5omI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uu2gjyFYC44/s1600-h/Picture+093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223493603358777954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH2Twcq5omI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uu2gjyFYC44/s320/Picture+093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little girl is growing up so fast on us. Again we went all out for the big 3. Ella better live it up because other little siblings are around the corner and we won't be able to spoil her like we do now. The theme this year was a Garden Princess the little girls wore tutus and we planted some flowers, had a pinata, downed some garden fresh food, and delicious cake, Ella opened all of her one million gifts, and we enjoyed all of our amazing friends. Thanks guys for joining us and all who were there in heart. We love you guys!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH2SMQf24EI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ipMt90I2TnQ/s1600-h/Picture+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703029847779957402-4560080454565387397?l=jamisanddawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamisanddawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4560080454565387397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703029847779957402&amp;postID=4560080454565387397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703029847779957402/posts/default/4560080454565387397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703029847779957402/posts/default/4560080454565387397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamisanddawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/garden-princess-birthday.html' title='A Garden Princess Birthday'/><author><name>Tates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132724804295786645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH2aPlskaTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/yazS5nSX5DI/s72-c/Picture+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703029847779957402.post-4054078577339643470</id><published>2008-07-15T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T01:28:54.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can I seriously not be a GAZILLION YEARS BEHIND....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH2QDlRqiKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0oOq3BbiOYI/s1600-h/Picture+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223489534039853218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH2QDlRqiKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0oOq3BbiOYI/s320/Picture+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH2KMZaQdiI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SbS7e3zhodM/s1600-h/Picture+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223483088403723810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH2KMZaQdiI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SbS7e3zhodM/s320/Picture+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Easter Lilly bug and her cousin, Joshua in CALI we hit my parents for an annual Easter bang at Rodando Beach. It was such a beautiful day the beach could not have been more beautiful, it was surreal, one of those moments when you remember the meaning of life and the amazing experience this LIFE is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the goal is to save those moments in our minds so when we are distraught and feeling down and out we can remember such moments and keep loving the journey of life with all of it's ups and the many, many, many downs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703029847779957402-4054078577339643470?l=jamisanddawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamisanddawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4054078577339643470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703029847779957402&amp;postID=4054078577339643470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703029847779957402/posts/default/4054078577339643470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703029847779957402/posts/default/4054078577339643470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamisanddawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/can-i-seriously-not-be-gazillion-years.html' title='can I seriously not be a GAZILLION YEARS BEHIND....'/><author><name>Tates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132724804295786645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SH2QDlRqiKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0oOq3BbiOYI/s72-c/Picture+049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703029847779957402.post-2712449753569993149</id><published>2008-05-30T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T08:11:46.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SEAeiwYImPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/d5avOwpC59c/s1600-h/Picture+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206194751690807538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SEAeiwYImPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/d5avOwpC59c/s320/Picture+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh the many place we will go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here's the deal.... I GRADUATED, hallelujah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Although I am not going many places in the working world; instead we will be playing hard. We will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hittin&lt;/span&gt;' the beach, 7 peaks (thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kayson&lt;/span&gt;!), thanksgiving point, riding our horse, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Poca&lt;/span&gt;-Motion and traveling all around. My focus is surrounded around my little Ella who has endured the most for my education, for her sake we are going to party hard this summer! As far as my degree goes I will continue working &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;JETBLUE&lt;/span&gt;, which is the best job ever. I feel very fortunate to have a job that allows me to work from home and allows me to visit my family whenever, especially with the scary fuel prices. It may not be the highest paying job but with all the other benefits I would almost work for free. As far as school goes I love learning, as President &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bednard&lt;/span&gt; stated in his address to us graduates, he emphasized; the &lt;em&gt;Love of Learning.&lt;/em&gt; It was quite ironic he was the keynote speaker being he was my Ricks College President. He is a very powerful speaker and he hit the nail right on the head for me. I love school and learning, although the stress sucks the outcome is so worth it. I am hoping to continue my education journey further more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703029847779957402-2712449753569993149?l=jamisanddawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamisanddawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2712449753569993149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703029847779957402&amp;postID=2712449753569993149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703029847779957402/posts/default/2712449753569993149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703029847779957402/posts/default/2712449753569993149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamisanddawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-many-place-we-will-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Tates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132724804295786645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/SEAeiwYImPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/d5avOwpC59c/s72-c/Picture+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703029847779957402.post-4340202342919842641</id><published>2008-02-13T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T09:37:25.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Love is BETTER than Icecream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/R7NglmL9UoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JJWvfuymLRM/s1600-h/RoatatingPic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166579396546220674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/R7NglmL9UoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JJWvfuymLRM/s320/RoatatingPic.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ValentiNes&lt;/span&gt; Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sure all of us have a little "Serendipity" story with our LOVES. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jamis&lt;/span&gt; and I met up at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sundance&lt;/span&gt; almost 7 years ago. The moment I was introduced to the guy I knew there was something different about him. Cheesy, I know. I called him Jamie for 2 weeks straight after that. You would think he would have corrected me but instead he just got a kick out of it and wanted to see how long I really would call him that. That's one of things I love about him, a good sense of humor. I love that he looks good in Pink; hence his shirt in the picture. I love that he is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; best friend. Although, I do admit I get a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;jealous&lt;/span&gt; at times. I love his blue eyes. I love that he sings in the shower at the top of his lungs. It's cool, he thinks he is going to be an Opera singer. I love that my daughter thinks he is the best thing to walk upon this earth. I love that he is excellent with children. I love that he really does think Utah is the greatest place in the world. With a particular &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fettish&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Orem&lt;/span&gt;, nonetheless. I love his long hair dew and I love his short hair dew. I love that he thinks I am the finest girl he knows and I think that he's the finest boy I know! But most of all I am head over heals in love with him even with all the bad times or disagreements. Knowing what I know now, I would still do it all over again. And that my folks is what love is. Your love is truly&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;better than &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;icecream&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; better than&lt;em&gt; chocolate,&lt;/em&gt; better than&lt;em&gt; anything else that I have tried!&lt;/em&gt; As good old, Sarah put it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dedicated to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fineboy&lt;/span&gt; love your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;finegirl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703029847779957402-4340202342919842641?l=jamisanddawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamisanddawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4340202342919842641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703029847779957402&amp;postID=4340202342919842641' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703029847779957402/posts/default/4340202342919842641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703029847779957402/posts/default/4340202342919842641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamisanddawn.blogspot.com/2008/02/your-love-is-better-than-icecream.html' title='Your Love is BETTER than Icecream...'/><author><name>Tates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132724804295786645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/R7NglmL9UoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JJWvfuymLRM/s72-c/RoatatingPic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703029847779957402.post-4243413750208529542</id><published>2008-01-28T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:51:37.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bLOg sHmOG...</title><content type='html'>One my fabulous Sis In Laws, asked why some of us are so into blogs?  And it got me thinking, why do I personally have one, I obviously am not very good at it or don't keep up with it, and everthing that is somewhat cool on my blog is due to another fabulous Sis In Law...thanks Jules!  But minus all that fancy smacy stuff a BLOG is COOL due to two core things and one of them is not because everyone is in to them these days.  The first one is linked to journals.  We are told, one of the reasons we should keep a journal is to help us regonize the blessings in our lives.  Creating a post helps us like a journal to reflect on our lives which enables us to recognize those little things that make our lives so good.  Second and I may only be speaking concerning myself,  a blog keeps those who are unable to be a social butterflys due to motherhood, careers, living away from family and friends or anything else that seems to get into the way of hanging out.  So here's to blogs or Social Journals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703029847779957402-4243413750208529542?l=jamisanddawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamisanddawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4243413750208529542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703029847779957402&amp;postID=4243413750208529542' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703029847779957402/posts/default/4243413750208529542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703029847779957402/posts/default/4243413750208529542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamisanddawn.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-shmog.html' title='bLOg sHmOG...'/><author><name>Tates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132724804295786645</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703029847779957402.post-7425432042259829210</id><published>2008-01-09T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:43:57.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ha ha here I am......&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say folks is GRADUATION.  And that's what I'm going to do this April!  I have been just a little busy with JetBlue, William Sonoma, School and being a Mom.  I love every minute of it.  In fact it is one in the morning and I just finished steam vacuuming the carpets with just a few minutes to spare to update my blog.   I guess some things just got to give when your day to day is packed like there is no tomorrow.  I keep telling myself once I graduate I will then be able to do all the things I need to do.   Such as my blog which with no doubt allows me to reflect on the many wonderful things that I have been blessed with.  So I decided I'm just not going to sleep.  Just Kidding!!!  Here's the deal I should have graduated before I was married and had kids right!  The problem is that when I was single I loved getting ACTION and did not focus on school or took it seriously.  So when you add School + Husband + Kid you get good grades and graduation.  Everyone has there own course and this,  somehow is working for me.  So I am going to try to STOP and smell the flowers everyday and maybe update my blog every now and then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703029847779957402-7425432042259829210?l=jamisanddawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamisanddawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7425432042259829210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703029847779957402&amp;postID=7425432042259829210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703029847779957402/posts/default/7425432042259829210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703029847779957402/posts/default/7425432042259829210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamisanddawn.blogspot.com/2008/01/ha-ha-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Tates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132724804295786645</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703029847779957402.post-1714557779362898798</id><published>2007-09-24T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T10:24:15.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/Rvfv1slxA4I/AAAAAAAAACo/GJAEwECr9Bk/s1600-h/tate46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/Rvfv1slxA4I/AAAAAAAAACo/GJAEwECr9Bk/s320/tate46.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113819607684154242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am terrible with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt; cards so all you were there to celebrate Ella turning two year's old, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;.  I promise within the year I will send a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt; card out.  We love you guys and appreciate you coming out and the gifts that were given.&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/703029847779957402-1714557779362898798?l=jamisanddawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamisanddawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1714557779362898798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703029847779957402&amp;postID=1714557779362898798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703029847779957402/posts/default/1714557779362898798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703029847779957402/posts/default/1714557779362898798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamisanddawn.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-terrible-with-thank-you-cards-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Tates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132724804295786645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/Rvfv1slxA4I/AAAAAAAAACo/GJAEwECr9Bk/s72-c/tate46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703029847779957402.post-4303574480372241632</id><published>2007-09-24T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T17:18:46.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About those MOUNTAINS in our lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/RvsB38lxA5I/AAAAAAAAACw/wAl2dAwsMcA/s1600-h/IMG_0965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114683862478291858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/RvsB38lxA5I/AAAAAAAAACw/wAl2dAwsMcA/s320/IMG_0965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is us in front of out cute house we built last year. It's there we are covering it, "putting it behind us and moving on." Well at least we are a "HOT family!" I swear I'm not cocky, I just have to tell myself that everytime I see this house because it truly makes me sad. It is pathetic, but we have our failures and regrets and losing this house is mine. I wish I can go back in time and change things but I can't. And so there it is, LIFE in a nutshell. You win some and you loose some. I believe there is nothing more beautiful, more real, or more inspiring than seeing someone climb to the top of their mountain. Not because they climbed that mountain, which is pretty dang amazing. But what that mountain made of them. So to all of you that have lost hope here is a spoon full of it, KEEP CLIMBING. I'm right there with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703029847779957402-4303574480372241632?l=jamisanddawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamisanddawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4303574480372241632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703029847779957402&amp;postID=4303574480372241632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703029847779957402/posts/default/4303574480372241632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703029847779957402/posts/default/4303574480372241632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamisanddawn.blogspot.com/2007/09/about-those-mountains-in-our-lives.html' title='About those MOUNTAINS in our lives'/><author><name>Tates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132724804295786645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/RvsB38lxA5I/AAAAAAAAACw/wAl2dAwsMcA/s72-c/IMG_0965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703029847779957402.post-700722637544733974</id><published>2007-09-08T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T19:35:32.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Going Back to Back to Cali Cali....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/RuL8-5hApPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Z0P5sPU6Ujc/s1600-h/P1000046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/RuL8-5hApPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Z0P5sPU6Ujc/s320/P1000046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107923084912927986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hunington beach babes chillen in the crystal clear blue water.  We made a quick trip to visit my family and a little place called Disneyland.  It was quite the adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/RvcX38lxAwI/AAAAAAAAABc/wsdUFYz3tzk/s1600-h/P1000069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/RvcX38lxAwI/AAAAAAAAABc/wsdUFYz3tzk/s200/P1000069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113582151827260162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/RvchZMlxAzI/AAAAAAAAACA/H4tKxzY7d1o/s1600-h/P1000073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/RvchZMlxAzI/AAAAAAAAACA/H4tKxzY7d1o/s200/P1000073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113592618662560562" 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/703029847779957402-700722637544733974?l=jamisanddawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamisanddawn.blogspot.com/feeds/700722637544733974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703029847779957402&amp;postID=700722637544733974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703029847779957402/posts/default/700722637544733974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703029847779957402/posts/default/700722637544733974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamisanddawn.blogspot.com/2007/09/going-going-back-to-back-to-cali-cali.html' title='Going Going Back to Back to Cali Cali....'/><author><name>Tates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132724804295786645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fhodPKyrIY8/RuL8-5hApPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Z0P5sPU6Ujc/s72-c/P1000046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
