<?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-7729971045380640535</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:47:09.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trevor and Liz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Trevor and Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08463492530217068785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SuIctg9iYTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CJ0zNiPeb88/S220/09_19_2009Trevor+%26+Elizabeth_130.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7729971045380640535.post-3642764661235873754</id><published>2011-10-17T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T21:39:33.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE TO BEGIN?!</title><content type='html'>I've been so bad at updating this! However, I love looking back and seeing what Trevor and I have written. Anyways....where to begin? This January I took an auditing job at a local audit firm and it was just NOT for me! So I got another job as Property Accountant at ExtraSpace Storage and currently do the accounting for 29 sites! 29 bank reconciliations, 29 fixed asset reconciliations, and 29 financial statements each month keeps me very busy around close and I L-O-V-E it! I feel like I am learning so much! Also, in May I finally graduated from University of Utah! I was on the five year program of a four year degree, but at least I finished! Trevor is currently working at Dish Network setting up satellites and he seems to enjoy it. He is working towards getting a degree in Mechanical Engineering and is very busy with working 45+ hours and going to school full-time. I don't know how he does it when all his classes are physics or calculus classes. He is doing homework as I am typing this and his lecture is spouting words like kinetic energy and velocity and I am thinking I don't know what either of those words even mean! Anyways, I am so proud of all he does! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes....Trevor and I are still teaching the sunbeams! We still love it, even though we aren't that great at it and should probably be released! We've picked up a couple additional children and now we have TEN sunbeams in our class! It's crazy most weeks. We try our best though. A ward member came up and asked us last week how many of our own children Trevor and I are planning to have after teaching this class and Trevor replied, "We're thinking maybe......MAYBE....a puppy." Haha... he's all talk about waiting a long time but he definitely gets the baby hungry eyes every time our nieces and nephews come over so we'll see. I still think it will be a WHILE (Heather, your going to need to a have a fifth one to keep the grandchildren coming...haha)! He is completely in love with Aspen, one of our newest nieces. When I come home after work and Aspen was over he always says, "You have no idea how cute Aspen was being today." Last month, our sister, Melissa, gave us a VERY new niece that we haven't been lucky enough to meet yet named Tessa Anne that I am sure he would just fall in love with too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back onto the sunbeams. I just have to tell this story because it was literally probably the most embarrassed I have ever been..... at church. I've definitely been more embarrassed other places but I don't feel comfortable sharing those stories with you just yet! Anyways, Trevor and I were teaching our sunbeams a couple of months back and we had finished our lesson, half the children in our class had already been picked up by their parents, and Trevor and I were playing a impromptu game of tag with the few remaining children. One boy kept hitting Trevor's leg and yelling, "I got your leg!!" Trevor would tap the boy back on the forehead and reply, "Got your face!" Well after a couple times of this the boy hit Trevor's middle thigh and SCREAMED down the hall at church as LOUD as humanly possible, "I got your WEINER!!!" Immediately, Trevor and my mouths dropped to the floor and the game was over. We just looked down the hall wondering how many members heard! However, looking on the bright side the good news is that at that moment Trevor and I had officially won WORST sunbeam teachers ever and there was no where to go but up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't think of anything else to say. Trevor and I are currently looking for a house and we've placed a couple offers down at different places. The bank accepted one of our offers and we are moving forward with that and completing the home inspection this Wednesday and we REALLY hope that everything works out with it so keep your fingers crossed for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7729971045380640535-3642764661235873754?l=trevorandliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3642764661235873754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7729971045380640535&amp;postID=3642764661235873754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/3642764661235873754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/3642764661235873754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-to-begin.html' title='WHERE TO BEGIN?!'/><author><name>Trevor and Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08463492530217068785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SuIctg9iYTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CJ0zNiPeb88/S220/09_19_2009Trevor+%26+Elizabeth_130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7729971045380640535.post-61454907880328436</id><published>2011-02-24T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T19:34:18.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunbeams!</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness. I couldn't love teaching the sunbeams any more! Lately, I have really just felt the need to write down all the cute things they say...so I don't ever forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week our lesson was on the holy ghost. The manual instructed us to share a story from President Wilford Woodruff. In the story Woodruff heeded to the prompting of the holy ghost when he was on vacation and moved the carriage he was sleeping along with his mules. After he did this, a powerful burst of wind broke down the tree that his mules were tied to and then carried that tree right to where his carriage would have been parked if he hadn't moved it. So after Trevor and I get done telling the story, one cute little boy looks up just completely confused and says, "Why would the holy ghost want to hurt those people?" Haha....So we continue on with the lesson, and then just about five minutes later another little boy raises his hand. "So, is the holy ghost a good guy or a bad guy?" I guess Trevor and I didn't clarify that although most ghosts ARE scary, the holy ghost isn't scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have one little girl in our class that is going to grow up to go to Harvard or some other ivy league school. She is so stinking smart. We have almost made it through all of the articles of faith. So we are on the last one, and she just has it done cold. She's busting out all the honest, true, chaste, benevolent, virtuous adjectives. Then the teacher gets to the part where it says, "we may say that we believe in following the admonitions of Paul." She stops before the word admonitions and asks all the kids if they knew what the next word is. Our little sunbeam was the only one who knew and it was just so cute to see her bust out such a HUGE word. Haha...the even funnier part is that Trevor and I were both looking at one another trying to see if either one of us knew what the next word was so we could give hints to our class. Hah...neither one of us knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have one little girl that is so cute, I can hardly stand it. SHE HATES SINGING TIME. I've had to hold her while she's cried through it about three times now. It's been way cute to see her develop an emotional attachment for me though. She won't let go of her mom until she knows she can sit on my lap. I have to admit I just love it! :) Plus I am starting to suspect that she has a crush on another boy in our class because whenever we go for walks she INSISTS on only holding his hand. Then they always whisper to eachother secrets. It's the cutest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor also has a little one that always wants to be by him. We have just started calling him, "The Kitty." He just comes and rubs up against you the WHOLE TIME and just wants to be hugged or cuddled. So it's become a huge inside joke that whenever he comes over we just start to pet his head and try to get the other one's attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there are some sunbeam tales for you. Seven sunbeams is a lot of work but I honestly NEVER want to be released! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7729971045380640535-61454907880328436?l=trevorandliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/feeds/61454907880328436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7729971045380640535&amp;postID=61454907880328436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/61454907880328436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/61454907880328436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/2011/02/sunbeams.html' title='Sunbeams!'/><author><name>Trevor and Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08463492530217068785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SuIctg9iYTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CJ0zNiPeb88/S220/09_19_2009Trevor+%26+Elizabeth_130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7729971045380640535.post-9021869463302619449</id><published>2010-11-21T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T15:22:32.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary to Us!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/TOmemxdDmoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nGHT__MH9o8/s1600/IMG_1045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542135205403531906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/TOmemxdDmoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nGHT__MH9o8/s400/IMG_1045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's kind of weird to think that exactly one year ago today, we were already married and were just throwing the last little bit of Liz's things into one of our cars and heading off to the reception. Where we hoped that our guests would soon be arriving, emphasis on hoped, there was a mix up on the invitations and it showed that our reception was being held down the road at one of the many other LDS church houses in the neighborhood. Anywho this past year seems like it has just flown by, and I still find myself feeling exceptionally lucky to be married to such an amazing girl. We have grown together as close friends and I love spending all the freetime that we should be using to do homework with Liz which makes it hard for me to get things done when I really do have homework to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liz you are the best thing that has ever happened to me, I honestly couldn't be happier with ahyone else. I have loved you more and more since the day I Married you and I look forward to every day I get to wake up next to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Libby, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Anniversary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Trevor&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/7729971045380640535-9021869463302619449?l=trevorandliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/feeds/9021869463302619449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7729971045380640535&amp;postID=9021869463302619449&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/9021869463302619449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/9021869463302619449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-1st-anniversary-to-us.html' title='Happy Anniversary to Us!!'/><author><name>Trevor and Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08463492530217068785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SuIctg9iYTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CJ0zNiPeb88/S220/09_19_2009Trevor+%26+Elizabeth_130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/TOmemxdDmoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nGHT__MH9o8/s72-c/IMG_1045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7729971045380640535.post-6795161136836796758</id><published>2010-11-04T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:37:53.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Trevor and I had a lot of fun on all hallow's eve, here are some pictures to enjoy! :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535780938879581906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/TNMLbyBLvtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/t6ZCGcSQApU/s400/2010-10-30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All little TOO MUCH FUN! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7729971045380640535-6795161136836796758?l=trevorandliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6795161136836796758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7729971045380640535&amp;postID=6795161136836796758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/6795161136836796758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/6795161136836796758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-2010.html' title='HALLOWEEN 2010'/><author><name>Trevor and Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08463492530217068785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SuIctg9iYTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CJ0zNiPeb88/S220/09_19_2009Trevor+%26+Elizabeth_130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/TNMLbyBLvtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/t6ZCGcSQApU/s72-c/2010-10-30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7729971045380640535.post-3155187975903595310</id><published>2010-06-28T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T13:55:51.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutest Kids EVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/TD4j0W0_fII/AAAAAAAAALg/zuB2VlJpxCE/s1600/377.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493868254284945778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/TD4kEctzGXI/AAAAAAAAALo/_Zo7JZkWM8Y/s400/337.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the weekend, we had Dan and Heather's kids. We just love them so much! Especially because they give a good excuse to go out and have some fun! We took them to the fair, and the best part was that a lot of stuff was free! The only thing we had to pay for was the rides! Other than that a lot of businesses were doing advertising by giving out free candy, doing free face painting, and making free balloon animals. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493867648936873074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/TD4jhNnkjHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/_WMWrLF4--Y/s400/281.JPG" /&gt;Then afterwards, we took them to McDonalds(we encourage such good nutrition), and the park to fly kites, and finally ended up at the Doney's watching Veggie Tales. Dan and Heather have raised some very good children! Brooklyn, their one-year-old, did not cry or even fuss the WHOLE time! &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/7729971045380640535-3155187975903595310?l=trevorandliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3155187975903595310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7729971045380640535&amp;postID=3155187975903595310&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/3155187975903595310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/3155187975903595310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/2010/06/cutest-kids-ever.html' title='Cutest Kids EVER!'/><author><name>Trevor and Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08463492530217068785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SuIctg9iYTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CJ0zNiPeb88/S220/09_19_2009Trevor+%26+Elizabeth_130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/TD4kEctzGXI/AAAAAAAAALo/_Zo7JZkWM8Y/s72-c/337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7729971045380640535.post-9095780703983837211</id><published>2010-06-28T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T15:25:37.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liz's 22nd B-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Trevor was such a sweetheart on my birthday! He got up and made me the most delicious omelet. Then when I returned home after work and classes, he made me dinner. The most yummy stirfry!:) Further, because we had already had brownies and icecream twice with the Doney family and the Evans family and had told him no more devil food, he had dipped some strawberries in my favorite white chocolate and had written "Happy Birthday Liz" on them. After dinner, we went and saw "A-TEAM." It was a pretty good movie (probably because I had the sweetest man in the WHOLE WORLD sitting next to me). Thanks Trevor! And also much MUCH thanks for the awesome camera in the whole world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7729971045380640535-9095780703983837211?l=trevorandliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/feeds/9095780703983837211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7729971045380640535&amp;postID=9095780703983837211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/9095780703983837211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/9095780703983837211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/2010/06/lizs-22nd-b-day.html' title='Liz&apos;s 22nd B-Day'/><author><name>Trevor and Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08463492530217068785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SuIctg9iYTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CJ0zNiPeb88/S220/09_19_2009Trevor+%26+Elizabeth_130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7729971045380640535.post-1899988032120395357</id><published>2010-06-01T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T13:38:11.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moab - Or "Mobe" as the Curtis' Would Like to Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/TD4f_1ro8ZI/AAAAAAAAALI/-Y5GhWGlXJY/s1600/30389_571329753721_29007252_33054814_6049145_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493863777040920978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/TD4f_1ro8ZI/AAAAAAAAALI/-Y5GhWGlXJY/s400/30389_571329753721_29007252_33054814_6049145_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past memorial weekend, Trevor and I had such a blast in Moab. We left Friday night (at 5:30 pm) when I got off work. Traffic was crawling all the way to Spanish Fork, but we still pulled into our Campsite by 10:30 pm. We camped in a little outcove behind Tombstone rock. It was such a gorgeous campsite. At night we could hike up some Rocky Cliffs right by it and watch some of the most beautiful sunsets. Although the weather during the day was fantastic (sunny with occasional cool bursts of wind to cool you off) the weather during the night was aweful! The wind was horrendous!!! All during the night, the wind would topple over the tent so the t&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/TD4fxLC7dLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/vU_ov3sN7Cc/s1600/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493863525077710002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/TD4fxLC7dLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/vU_ov3sN7Cc/s400/2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ent walls would smash against our faces and bodies. Finally, the last night staying there the wind subsided. On Saturday, we went on the Devil's Garden hike. It was very beautiful, and Trevor took such a cool picture of Double O arch. On Sunday, we were all pretty worn out so we just went on some small little hikes to some look out points above the white rim biking trail. On Monday we all headed home, and SHOWERED right away! Well...Trevor showered right away. For some reason, I waited almost the whole day! I need to work on the whole showering every day or at least every other day thing! Anyways, it was My and Trevor's fist camping trip together and we just loved being with eachother and getting sandy and dirty!:) &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/TD4f4cjGw2I/AAAAAAAAALA/uJEqA3_bA5k/s1600/30389_571329574081_29007252_33054788_2415060_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493863650035155810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/TD4f4cjGw2I/AAAAAAAAALA/uJEqA3_bA5k/s400/30389_571329574081_29007252_33054788_2415060_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7729971045380640535-1899988032120395357?l=trevorandliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1899988032120395357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7729971045380640535&amp;postID=1899988032120395357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/1899988032120395357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/1899988032120395357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/2010/06/moab-or-mobe-as-curtis-would-like-to.html' title='Moab - Or &quot;Mobe&quot; as the Curtis&apos; Would Like to Say'/><author><name>Trevor and Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08463492530217068785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SuIctg9iYTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CJ0zNiPeb88/S220/09_19_2009Trevor+%26+Elizabeth_130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/TD4f_1ro8ZI/AAAAAAAAALI/-Y5GhWGlXJY/s72-c/30389_571329753721_29007252_33054814_6049145_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7729971045380640535.post-6850674146152088349</id><published>2010-03-29T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:14:18.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesy Boogers....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/S7ENh0NbnNI/AAAAAAAAAKw/avRkLY0uEX4/s1600/photo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454155498324204754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/S7ENh0NbnNI/AAAAAAAAAKw/avRkLY0uEX4/s400/photo3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday, Trevor and I had such a blast with our niece, Lindsay, and our nephews, Gavin and Zane. We were wracking our brains all week trying to think of the most exciting place to take them, and finally concluded to take them to the greatest place on earth. No, we didn't take them to the circus. What would give you that idea? Actually, we journeyed to NICKELCADE- truly the greatest place on earth. Trevor and I love the Nickelcade, because that is where we went on most, if not all, our dates in High School. Sidenote: We would always spend all of our tickets on those neon bracelets. Then, we would slip them on eachother's wrist and tell the other to wear it always as our sign of love and adoration. Definitely our finest moments. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well anyways, even though half the games were broken and there were so many stains on the carpet that looked like they came straight out of the 80's, we had so much fun. We started out with air hockey, and it was honestly so cute to see how often the puck would get stuck in the middle of table as the children's arms were to short to reach in the middle to grab it. After a while, they developed a system where both would throw their hitter across to jar the puck towards the other in a mighty little switch off. Lindsay became my prodigy as I showed her my prized ticket winning machine-The Bowler. Basically, you put a nickel in and it rolls down the bowling lane and depending on what bowling pin the nickel hits you get a certain amount of tickets. She and I went estatic when she hit the highest pin, and won 25 tickets. I taught her well. :) Then, for the rest of the night, all we heard about was how we were able to afford such awesome prizes for everyone because Lindsay hit the big 25. She definitely can make me laugh. One last thing about Nickelcade, and then I swear I'll shut up! It was just so much fun to watch Gavin play Skee ball. He would crank his arm straight out sideways and chuck the ball down the lane as hard as he could. There were two likely scenarios after a Gavin throw. First, the ball would zig zag slamming both walls and eventually roll back down to Gavin or secondly it miss his lane completely and soar into the neighbor's jack pot holes. Anyways, Nickelcade was such a good choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards, we took them all to McDonald's- only the finest cuisine and entertainment for my favorite niece and nephews. On our way there Trevor was trying to convince them that they wanted something else. But apparently the McDonald's by Granny Annie's (whoever that is) has the best play place EVER!!! Who knew? Then Trevor then started teasing saying that all that McDonald's has is "Cheesy Boogers." Then he asked Lindsay if she would like to eat a cheesy booger. To which she disgustingly replied, "No!" Then you hear Gavin who is confused in the back quietly say, "But, Lindsay, it has cheese on it?" Haha, I don't know where he was getting this stuff from, but the whole night he had the funniest things to say. Like, for instance, I had been promising them icecream ever since before Nickelcade. Well, when they are all finished with their happy meals, Trevor decides that each of us should line up and beg for icecream or he wasn't going to buy any for anyone. Well, I start first saying, "Please, Trevor, I really would like some icecream! I've been the bestest wife." Then Zane starts, "Please!! Please!! Trevor can we get icecream." Lindsay comes up, kneels down on both knees while madly batting her eyes, "Please! Icecream!!!" Then Gavin is last, that cute little stink, and he comes up to Trevor and gets down on both of his knees. Then starts waving his arms and yells, "MEEEEEOOOOOOOWWWWW!!!" Haha, Trevor and I were practically on the floor rolling over. It was so hilarious. After Gavin's performance, we definitely thought the little tykes deserved all the icecream they could handle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended the night we some jumping on the tramp and playing good old fashioned ghost in the graveyard. They just loved jumping around on the tramp with the blowup ax we won as a prize from Nickelcade. We played that as soon as someone's limb was hit with the ax they had to pretend like they didn't have that limb anymore and jump around footless or armless. Well, everyone else played like that and Gavin just ran around and didn't care. :) Zane and Gavin both have the most evil battle cries!!  They definitely got that from Dan.  Anyways, Trevor and I just loved babysitting and those kids! But by the end of the night we were more than tired and happy to give them back!! For the next couple of years, if Trevor and I ever talk crazy about getting me pregnant, we'll just call up Heather and borrow her kids and remember how much energy they have!:) That should definitely do the trick! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454155030771609682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/S7ENGmcNMFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/MWQw4CYIUFA/s400/photo1.jpg" /&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/7729971045380640535-6850674146152088349?l=trevorandliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6850674146152088349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7729971045380640535&amp;postID=6850674146152088349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/6850674146152088349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/6850674146152088349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/2010/03/cheesy-boogers.html' title='Cheesy Boogers....'/><author><name>Trevor and Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08463492530217068785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SuIctg9iYTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CJ0zNiPeb88/S220/09_19_2009Trevor+%26+Elizabeth_130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/S7ENh0NbnNI/AAAAAAAAAKw/avRkLY0uEX4/s72-c/photo3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7729971045380640535.post-8272940477564309053</id><published>2010-03-01T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:05:50.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>By This Shall Men Know....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/S4xVsaqkSSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZKZ4NKhuVDI/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443820271144552738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/S4xVsaqkSSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZKZ4NKhuVDI/s400/Picture+032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of you have probably heard of the Hymn, "Love One Another." If not, here is the one and only verse: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"As I have loved you, Love one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This new commandment love one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By this shall men know, ye are my disciples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If ye have love One to another."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a song I, like most other LDS children, was taught in Primary (before I could read). Anyways, the way the song is always sung it sounds like "by this shalmeno" instead of "by this shall men know." The words just run together and so until I was about 20 years old I always thought that "shalmeno" was a word and that by the way that the word was used in the song I deducted that "shalmeno" was another word for commandment. Which works people if you think about it!! Observe, "by this commandment, ye are my disciples." Yeah....now that I think of that it really doesn't work, but I was young and the words ran together!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, on the way home from church I decided to tell Trevor how funny it was that it took me 20 years to realize that "shalmeno" was a word that I made up when I was in Primary. And oh did I have it! He thought it was just hilarious, and if any of you have ever met a Doney boy you'll soon discover that if they get something to make fun of they just keep on rolling with the jokes. He came up with jokes where I would be asking the bishop what a "shalmeno" was and that the bishop would reply, "Well, Pimento, sweetie, that is just a type of fancy olive." Or that the bishop would reply, "Well, darling, you sing your ABC's, ellemeno not shalmeno." Where does he come up with this stuff? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matters only got worse when I began to ask him a question about the lesson we had in Gospel Doctrine which was from the book of Abraham and Moses. For some reason, when I started to ask him, I forgot which book my question was from, and it came out something like "from the book of Mobram?" Yep, Mobram. He just loved it. After 15 minutes after loving "Mobram" so much he decided that that is what he will name our first puppy. He told me to write it down somewhere so he wouldn't forget, so here it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, anyways, I am so glad I've found someone who makes me laugh as much as Trevor does. Honestly, I am ALWAYS laughing, which is the only way I ever want to spent my time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7729971045380640535-8272940477564309053?l=trevorandliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8272940477564309053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7729971045380640535&amp;postID=8272940477564309053&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/8272940477564309053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/8272940477564309053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/2010/03/by-this-shall-men-know.html' title='By This Shall Men Know....'/><author><name>Trevor and Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08463492530217068785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SuIctg9iYTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CJ0zNiPeb88/S220/09_19_2009Trevor+%26+Elizabeth_130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/S4xVsaqkSSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZKZ4NKhuVDI/s72-c/Picture+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7729971045380640535.post-7299225517053389089</id><published>2010-01-06T11:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T16:12:02.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old People Are Wierd.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/S3MsV0dD5EI/AAAAAAAAAJA/lr45wOGRMpg/s1600-h/IMG_1711.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/S3MvkmjsGtI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0X2XJ6nWNcM/s1600-h/Laundry-p001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 337px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436741481038355154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/S3MvkmjsGtI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0X2XJ6nWNcM/s400/Laundry-p001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, if nothing else getting married makes you excited about things you've never really been excited about before. Case in point- what's really exciting about washers and dryers? Nothing, but when Trevor and I bought our first as a married couple, I couldn't have been more estatic. We went about a month without. We survived (barely, as I am sure both of our parents were ready to kill us) by bringing our soiled laundry home to our mamas. Even though washers and dryers are in their very nature the most inherently boring thing imaginable, when the time came that we went to ghetto Appliance USA to get our used first washer and dryer, I couldn't have been more happy! In fact, I was so happy I practically took a photo shoot of Trevor setting up the darn things and now have decided that I should share those pictures with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Case in point number two- dinner. When&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/S3Mzynlm5OI/AAAAAAAAAJY/gG0Zr8OXR-8/s1600-h/IMG_1723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436746119879517410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/S3Mzynlm5OI/AAAAAAAAAJY/gG0Zr8OXR-8/s400/IMG_1723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I say "dinner" I don't mean the dinner where you get dressed up and go out to some restaurant and have the waitress bring you yummy 3-course meals and straws. When I say "dinner" I mean it very casually and in the sense where you shred some cheese on a tortilla and nuke it into a yummy quesadilla. I was never really excited about going home and making dinner before I was married, but after getting hitched it has seemed like the most exciting thing you could possibly do in the whole world. With the second best thing being making dinner and THEN watching television while you eat it. I don't know what it is, but you both get home from work.  You eat a yummy dinner together, and it seems like you are in heaven.  It doesn't really sound like that much fun, does it? But for some strange reason it has been the highlight of my day everday lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Case in Point No. 3-Decorations. Why people like hanging up pictures and putting like elaborate, frilly decorations up was always beyond me. Then after the first week of being married I created this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436748472081884130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/S3M17iOWo-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Zgdfv6U-7tM/s400/IMG_1713.JPG" /&gt;So there you have it. Old people are wierd, and as much as it pains me to say to it, I'm afraid I might be becoming one of them. &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/7729971045380640535-7299225517053389089?l=trevorandliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/feeds/7299225517053389089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7729971045380640535&amp;postID=7299225517053389089&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/7299225517053389089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/7299225517053389089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/old-people-are-wierd.html' title='Old People Are Wierd.....'/><author><name>Trevor and Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08463492530217068785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SuIctg9iYTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CJ0zNiPeb88/S220/09_19_2009Trevor+%26+Elizabeth_130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/S3MvkmjsGtI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0X2XJ6nWNcM/s72-c/Laundry-p001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7729971045380640535.post-3324855220186058836</id><published>2009-12-28T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T12:08:53.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first Christmas together....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/S3MjsPZhwaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/q6ucaXE1wuw/s1600-h/IMG_1717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436728418121138594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/S3MjsPZhwaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/q6ucaXE1wuw/s400/IMG_1717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas is long gone, but I still want to give very brief recap anyways. As you probably know this was Trevor and my first christmas together. Trevor and I had just been so spoiled with all of these wedding presents that we couldn't even think of anything we wanted to get one another. So we decided to forego presents (which is an awesome move by the way), but regardless he still managed to find a way to spoil me. See on Christmas I awoke and went to take a shower. Afterwards, I came into our bedroom searched the covers inside and out and couldn't find Trevor anywhere. Frantic and sort of confused, I decided to look in the living room, and found a cute little Trevor all wrap in our Christmas blanket asleep under the little Christmas Tree. And there you have it, I couldn't have been more spoiled and have a cuter anything waiting for me under our christmas tree. :) Of course, the no present streak soon ended after we headed to our parents' houses and they just kept coming! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is Trevor after he hung up the &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/S3Mk62t8rtI/AAAAAAAAAIo/GRZ6rxRO2gk/s1600-h/IMG_1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436729768705568466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/S3Mk62t8rtI/AAAAAAAAAIo/GRZ6rxRO2gk/s400/IMG_1747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mistletoe in our house. You don't even know how many times I would find him just waiting under the mistletoe with his lips all puckered waiting for kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the awesome Gingerbread house we made. The gingerbread man with the mustache is a cop and the other one is dead and bleeding gum drops. We had a lot of fun with the detailing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/S3Mmib-XK7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/814_FA4EEOA/s1600-h/IMG_1740.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As always, Christmas was amazing.&lt;br /&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/7729971045380640535-3324855220186058836?l=trevorandliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3324855220186058836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7729971045380640535&amp;postID=3324855220186058836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/3324855220186058836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/3324855220186058836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-first-christmas-together.html' title='Our first Christmas together....'/><author><name>Trevor and Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08463492530217068785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SuIctg9iYTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CJ0zNiPeb88/S220/09_19_2009Trevor+%26+Elizabeth_130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/S3MjsPZhwaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/q6ucaXE1wuw/s72-c/IMG_1717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7729971045380640535.post-1049853707498745522</id><published>2009-12-07T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:23:31.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Christmas Miracle!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/Sx7fjMQ-rXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/l4cG-KKxy40/s1600-h/IMG_1136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413009597826772338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/Sx7fjMQ-rXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/l4cG-KKxy40/s400/IMG_1136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it's the Saturday after Trevor and I have just gotten back from our honeymoon and we have big shopping plans for the day. There were lots of things we need to grab from various stores for our new apartment. We decide to hit up Kohl's first, because we both HATE that store and wanted to make sure to use up the gift certificates we got from there first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered on the west side of Kohl's, the one in Jordan Landing. We had 70 bucks to spend there so we grabbed a mess of $3 red bath towels, a set of glasses, and other random kitchen supplies. After we get through the register, we still have about $10 left to spend. Not wanting that $10 to go to waste and having no desire to ever visit Kohl's again, Trevor offered to take the bags out to the car while I went and found something that I could blow that last little bit of gift card on. Perfect! I found a much needed cheese grater, but it was just a little over my $10 price range. Not having a wallet, I figured I'd just go bug my new hubby for his credit card (after all it's all the same money, right?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where I found Trevor sitting in between the two sets of doors of Kohl's doors, with the sad eyes and sunken shoulders. It was understandable why he looked so sad. I mean, I hate Kohl's and shopping for bath towels just as much as the next guy. But why did he still have our Kohl's bags? When I got close enough to talk to him, he told me that our car had been stolen. I thought impossible! We both locked the doors, we were in there maybe 15 minutes, and we hadn't left anything valuable showing! I asked him if he would mind if I were to go take a look for myself to which he responded, "please do." I circled the parking lot and couldn't believe it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our car was missing. STOLEN!! Right before Christmas! I found Trevor again, and we both decided it was time to call the police and report it. Trevor got on the phone with police, and meanwhile I decided to give looking for the car one more whirl. So, I went outside, and realized that there was another whole side of Kohl's. I went to look on that side of the parking lot and surely enough found our little silver car right where we left it! It was a Christmas MIRACLE!!! I was so excited I just had to jump for joy (as one has to do upon encountering Christmas Miracles) and got some weird looks from the car pulling in next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to Trevor shouting of the Christmas miracle!!! He didn't think it was as much of Christmas miracle as I did, but there are always going to be those skeptics out there! He got back on the phone with the police, and their conversation went something like this. "Hey. This is Trevor Doney, and I guess my car wasn't stolen after all. I guess someone just um...&lt;em&gt;moved&lt;/em&gt; it (said sarcastically)." The operator, "Oh, so someone was playing a joke on you?" Not wanting to explain and feeling like it was a less embarrassing than the truth Trevor said, "Yeah. I guess a friend was... um a joke on me. Thanks, bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I love life and Trevor!! Mostly Trevor though; just because he makes life worth living!&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/7729971045380640535-1049853707498745522?l=trevorandliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1049853707498745522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7729971045380640535&amp;postID=1049853707498745522&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/1049853707498745522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/1049853707498745522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-christmas-miracle.html' title='It&apos;s a Christmas Miracle!!!!'/><author><name>Trevor and Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08463492530217068785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SuIctg9iYTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CJ0zNiPeb88/S220/09_19_2009Trevor+%26+Elizabeth_130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/Sx7fjMQ-rXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/l4cG-KKxy40/s72-c/IMG_1136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7729971045380640535.post-4067650919134095411</id><published>2009-12-07T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:37:38.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Honeymooners!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the wedding, Trevor and I took off on a cruise to Mexico. The cruise ported in Puerta La Varta, Mazatlan, and Cabos San Lucas. The journey to the cruise went splendidly. It took a little long to get on the ship, but it was nothing compared to trying to get off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/Sx7gdvnbfaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/lqQFx-GaIhg/s1600-h/IMG_1367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413010603748588962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/Sx7gdvnbfaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/lqQFx-GaIhg/s400/IMG_1367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cruise as a whole just seemed like a huge eating blur. We ate probably an average six full meals a day. My mom upgraded our room to a suite so we had our own balcony overlooking the ocean. Most nights we would call room service and order hot chocolate to drink out on the balcony in our fancy carnival robes. We attended some of the cruise's shows and watched their dancers, comedians, and entertainers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first port was in Puerta La Varta. Here, we did an excursion, and went horse back riding. The horse back ride was really adventurous, and I am almost certain that my horse was prego which made it so even more. We rode horses up a canyon and through a river. We ended at a Mexican Diner (basically just lawn chairs with coolers full of beer) in the middle of no where where. Right near there, was a hot springs and this is where they put Trevor on a horse in his shorts. This was what they called "swimming" with the horse. So, I got some pretty sweet pictures of Trevor's and the horse's head just poking out above the water in the river. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413011889577900130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/Sx7holtBuGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/fQULmtfZ6cI/s400/IMG_1545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second port was in Mazatlan on Thanksgiving. We did a van tour with another family to see the city. We went to a lookout point, a cathedral, a mexican produce market, saw cliff divers, and for some reason ended up at a Mexican Wal-mart. It may sound weird, but it was one of the best Thanksgivings I have ever had. We weren't with our families (which was a little disappointing) but we had each other and so much to be thankful for. After being dragged around, through a city clearly in poverty with little girls begging for money and through a meat market that had random nasty looking dogs just running around, I realized how much in my life I have to be thankful for (especially my sweet, new hubby). We talked about how we don't suffer from lack of any wants and needs like some people we had seen earlier. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413013154124747250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/Sx7iyMgfUfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/H0p7kXZhg3g/s400/IMG_1663.jpg" /&gt;And also about how after the wedding, we have had everything we could ever need and much more! We just sat around in front of the mexican wal-mart for about an hour waiting for the family we did the bus tour with to be done shopping, and continued to talk about how grateful we were for everything in our lives (mostly the gospel). Anyways, it might not sound like a blast, but Trevor and I will never forget that Thanksgiving. Later, we had thanksgiving dinner on the cruise ship, or Trevor had Thanksgiving dinner on the ship while I was up in our room sick. Don't worry, later when I felt up to eating Trevor tracked down some turkey for me so I still got my bird on the big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third port was Cabos. It looked beautiful from a far, but Trevor and I never left the ship. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/Sx7hA2u1VDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/C4CqncmmjVE/s1600-h/IMG_1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413011206954112050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/Sx7hA2u1VDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/C4CqncmmjVE/s400/IMG_1438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Instead, we studied for tests we both had waiting for us back home. After we left Cabos, something a little strange happened. The cruise director got on the intercom and said there was an emergency with one of the captain and fastest way to get him medical attention was to turn the ship around and return to Cabos. That little detour made the ship five hours late docking in Los Angeles, and getting off of the boat disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our honeymoon was wonderful and the weather wonderful. But for some silly reason we both were just so SO SOOO excited to get home and start to play house together.&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/7729971045380640535-4067650919134095411?l=trevorandliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/feeds/4067650919134095411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7729971045380640535&amp;postID=4067650919134095411&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/4067650919134095411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/4067650919134095411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/2009/12/honeymooners.html' title='The Honeymooners!'/><author><name>Trevor and Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08463492530217068785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SuIctg9iYTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CJ0zNiPeb88/S220/09_19_2009Trevor+%26+Elizabeth_130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/Sx7gdvnbfaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/lqQFx-GaIhg/s72-c/IMG_1367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7729971045380640535.post-7655986718013368405</id><published>2009-12-06T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:34:10.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trevor and I were getting married at 11 in the morning. I was supposed to be all showered with clean, dry hair and over at Sharydon's (my hair dresser) at 7 in the morning. So around 6:50 I was lying in my bed thinking, "Aw...h&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/Sx6JYbEfa8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/LDihdnIlpW4/s1600-h/0121+Trevor+%26+ElizabethPS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412914854822374338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/Sx6JYbEfa8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/LDihdnIlpW4/s400/0121+Trevor+%26+ElizabethPS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ow cute. I am so excited to get married that I can't even sleep. I should send Trevor a sweet text telling him how excited I am. He'll think it's darling that I couldn't sleep through the night." So I leaned over to grab my phone, and quickly realized I had slept through both of my alarms. I showered, shaved my legs, dried my hair, and was at Sharydon's house five minutes after 7. It was unbelievable! I am just so impressed with myself, I had to write about it! Other than the quick gettin' ready thing, the whole wedding day was very relaxed. We still had the wrong address on the invitations to worry about, but my brothers and Trevor's brothers just waited outside of the wrong church directing people to the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor and I got married at eleven a.m. in the Draper temple. Our sealer was the sweetest old man. I know everyone probably thinks that, but ours really was! Before we were sealed, he gave some advice. He talked about how much he could tell Trevor and I were twitterpatted (just like off Bambi) because of how we wouldn't let go of eachother's hands. He told Trevor how I should be his first priority (not work nor school) and he should always make sure that I am comfortable. Even if it means that when he is eighty years old he has to hobble around the car to let me in first and then hobble around to the other side to get in. He talked about how when we are old, we both had to be considerate of eachother and die at the same time (something which Trevor and I had been discussing just before). One funny thing he accidentally said was, "Now, kiss yourselves," instead of "Kiss eachother." The whole sealing went wonderfully, but my favorite part was just looking over at Trevor and seeing him crying. His bottom lip quavering is something I will never forget. I think I got the sweetest man ever! Seriously, I know I have said this before but he is seriously made of pure sugar! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412915866997841458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/Sx6KTVt7XjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YlqIo-1aB8Q/s400/0006Trevor+%26+Elizabeth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the sealing, we took pictures with our families outside the temple. Then we went home and ate some leftover cafe rio and finished packing all our stuff for the apartment and also for the honeymoon. It was funny how after the wedding the fact that I was married didn't set in, on the honeymoon being married still hadn't set in, and even now it still hasn't set in. It feels exactly the same except now I don't have any more of those awful late night ride homes to separate housing- I just get to be with my love all the time! Being married has been wonderful, and it is indescribable how much I love Trev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412915458473247970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/Sx6J7j2ExOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/nxd6nFFzh9w/s400/0167+Trevor+%26+Elizabeth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about five at night, we made our way to the reception. There's not much I think I can even remember about it. We decorated the church with a fall theme. We had a picture frame with some of our bridals on it that we had friends and family sign instead of guest book. We served pie and little chicken salad sandwich croissants. Other than that, there was just a sea of people entering and leaving and Trevor and I and our parents standing in line forever. By the end, Trevor and I were dying to get out of there. We had our first dance as a married couple, threw the bouquet and had the garter toss, and cut the cake in the biggest rush. There was something kind of sweet though, my dance with Trevor's dad. Trevor's dad is the sweetest man I have ever met, and he gave me a little kiss of the cheek that was very special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that Trevor and I left the church in a car decorated with necklace beads and condoms. My brother and sister-in-law drove us to our hotel. Our first night together was absolutely wonderful, and that's all the info you'll get about that!!! :)&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/7729971045380640535-7655986718013368405?l=trevorandliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/feeds/7655986718013368405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7729971045380640535&amp;postID=7655986718013368405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/7655986718013368405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/7655986718013368405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/2009/12/wedding-day.html' title='The Wedding Day'/><author><name>Trevor and Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08463492530217068785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SuIctg9iYTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CJ0zNiPeb88/S220/09_19_2009Trevor+%26+Elizabeth_130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/Sx6JYbEfa8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/LDihdnIlpW4/s72-c/0121+Trevor+%26+ElizabethPS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7729971045380640535.post-16628514937162357</id><published>2009-11-20T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:45:15.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding Dinner</title><content type='html'>Well, it's official (well not according to the state.. I still have to get my name changed but it's still pretty official) that I am now Mrs. Elizabeth Doney. I just got back from the honeymoon and so much has happened in the last couple of weeks I don't know where to start! I guess I am going to start with the wedding dinner....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of doing a luncheon on the wedding day, we decided to have a dinner the night before. Trevor's parents hosted and it was absolutely perfect. The Doney's have sort of tradition at the dinner that soon to be couple asks people to talk about him or her. Trevor asked his Dad, Mom, and two brothers Mike and Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin, Papa Trevor, began his talk with a really funny &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/Sx7kY25XBKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/6IfzXmAsPys/s1600-h/0053Trevor+%26+Elizabeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413014917850006690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/Sx7kY25XBKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/6IfzXmAsPys/s400/0053Trevor+%26+Elizabeth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;story about Trevor. When Trevor was just old enough to drive, he was asked to give a youth talk in sacrament about fathers on Father Day. Kevin is in the stake presidency so he was going to have the opportunity to witness Trevor's talk from the stand. In the weeks prior to Father's Day, Kevin would ask Trevor if he had prepared anything for the talk to which Trevor would always reply that he "had a few notes written down." When Father's Day rolled around, Trevor's lack of preparation was evident. Trevor stood up and gave a talk that was about 37 seconds long. Kevin then said that this wedding dinner was the perfect opportunity for revenge and sat down. It was pretty hilarious. Kevin soon sat up and continued to talk about much Trevor always liked me. He taled about how before the mission he would encourage his sons not to steady date, and that everytime he would approach Trevor about dating me Trevor would rebuttal with a, "But dad, I like Liz." And also how after the mission (when Trevor would get beat up about dating someone so off and on) he would always rebuttal with the same, "But I like Liz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/Sx7kISg6pgI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/f2vxWXaJDig/s1600-h/0049Trevor+%26+Elizabeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413014633205900802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/Sx7kISg6pgI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/f2vxWXaJDig/s400/0049Trevor+%26+Elizabeth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tracey, Mama Trevor, talked about how cute Trevor was as baby, how when Trevor's stressed he will never admit it but it will just show on his face, and then her voice broke (and I was fighting back tears) when she said, "Whenever Trevor leaves the house he always says, 'bye mama.'" I always hear all these horror stories about overbearing, psycho mother-in-laws, and I always feel guilty because I just happened to stumble onto the sweetest one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor's brother, Mike, talked about how Trevor was always willing to come help him on all the half-brained shananigans he would come up with (making shoes, building cannons, air soft guns, potato guns, the list goes on). But that he knew Trevor and I were talking about getting married when he approached Trevor to buy minibikes off of KSL, and Trevor said no. Mike ended by saying that after we get married, I still have to let Trevor play every once in a while. Haha, NOT going to happen! Just kidding. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris talked about how excited he was for us, and also for me to become a part of the family. Just one quick funny thing that he said was that before you get to know the Doney family you think they are all of bunch of jerks, and then you get to know us and you discover that we are all just a bunch of bigger jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my side of the family, I asked my parents, my brother and his wife, Michelle. My brother began, and he made a comment that sort of implied that Trevor wasn't a go-getter (but he totally didn't mean it that way). So when Michelle got up, she threw out everything she had prepared for her talk and solely focused on talking up Trevor! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413015374314850706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/Sx7kzbXDyZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mMCL3YfVpp4/s400/0035Trevor+%26+Elizabeth.jpg" /&gt;My mama argued with Tracey on how I was definitely cuter than Trevor as a baby, and my dad finished with giving Trevor and me advice for marriage. I saved what he had written, so I feel I don't have to write about it as much here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner was over, we went to the church to decorate. We waited for what seemed like forever waiting for the lady who was going to help decorate the church come. Finally my called her and we realized that we had given her the wrong address, the same wrong address that we had printed on all of our reception &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/Sx7jpA4_E8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/n6CD0AVBFrk/s1600-h/0034Trevor+%26+Elizabeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413014095899071426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/Sx7jpA4_E8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/n6CD0AVBFrk/s400/0034Trevor+%26+Elizabeth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;invitations! When she finally did arrive, she came with table clothes that had left over food crumbs and stains for the night before! Funny sidenote, one of Trevor's best men, Matt Monson, went to talk to her about it and it was hilarious! Matt's such a funny character. Anyways, even though not everything was hunky dory and we had a huge address dilemma, I went to bed the happiest soon to be Mrs. in all the world. Most people say that the night before there wedding they don't get any shut eye! Not me! I slept like baby, through both of my alarms, and woke up two hours late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7729971045380640535-16628514937162357?l=trevorandliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/feeds/16628514937162357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7729971045380640535&amp;postID=16628514937162357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/16628514937162357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/16628514937162357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-mrs-to-my-mr.html' title='The Wedding Dinner'/><author><name>Trevor and Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08463492530217068785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SuIctg9iYTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CJ0zNiPeb88/S220/09_19_2009Trevor+%26+Elizabeth_130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/Sx7kY25XBKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/6IfzXmAsPys/s72-c/0053Trevor+%26+Elizabeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7729971045380640535.post-5433821601366130730</id><published>2009-11-16T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:33:54.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 More Days Until I am M-A-R-R-I-E-D!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SwHUUouN-lI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pxVZdfLdxKM/s1600/6213_549360270741_29007252_32328708_4926782_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404834478815050322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SwHUUouN-lI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pxVZdfLdxKM/s400/6213_549360270741_29007252_32328708_4926782_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The countdown until the big day continues! There is only 5 more days until I am hitched. I just wanted to do a quick blog update, because people have been saying some pretty funny/sweet things and I have been having some amazing experiences- all of which that I would love to remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The first cute thing I wanted to write down was something my dad said. A couple of nights ago as I was gettting home late after being with Trevor, I went into my parents' room and started talking to them about the wedding. I was telling them how excited I was for the wedding and the engagement to JUST BE OVER! My dad very calmly looked at me and said, "Liz, I went into my wedding day thinking that it was no big deal- just another day. However, that day (almost crying now) was the best day of my life and I hope yours with Trevor becomes yours." &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SwHT7kttQ2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/EcTmc5EiwMc/s1600/All+Pictures+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404834048242434914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SwHT7kttQ2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/EcTmc5EiwMc/s400/All+Pictures+112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was just really sweet, and I just wanted to write it down before I forgot it. My parents are wonderful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(even though I can be rather difficult). It's definitely no coindence that I ended up with them as parents! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The second quote that needs documentation is one from Trevor. Trevor and I were driving someplace in the car talking about other women. For some reason or another we were talking about other beautiful women, and of course Trevor began his "I only have eyes for you" talk and said, "Liz, as soon as I put that ring on your finger it was as if something absolutely magical happened and ALL women, every last one of them, became N-A-S-T-Y!" I know I am not the best at describing how cute the moment really was, but I can assure you it was a really sweet comment and I would always like to remember it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, I also just wanted to write about the my surprise party from work, because it was pretty hilarious. Last Friday, I was running a couple of minutes late to work. When I got out of the elevator, Harvey (the director of HR- the department I work for) was sitting behind the receptionist desk in my chair. He solemnly looked up at me and said, "Jen (that's my supervisor) needs to speak with you in the conference room." I proceeded to the conference room, and those ten steps very well may have been some of the heaviest steps I have ever taken! The only thought running through my mind was, "Crap! It's Friday! Everyone always gets fired on FRIDAY!" As I was walking into the conference room, every woman in the office yelled surprise. I have never had a surprise party before, and I just loved it! Although, Harvey directing me to the conference room was a little cruel! Getting fired one week before your wedding would be just awful, especially for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SwHUyJDp7aI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pwhdMjU95jM/s1600/trevorshoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404834985711103394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SwHUyJDp7aI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pwhdMjU95jM/s400/trevorshoot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Trevor and I since we aren't exactly financially stable (or even close) yet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lastly, I just wanted to briefly describe my feeling from getting my endowments last Saturday. Being able to go to the temple was wonderful and overwhelming at the same time. However, there was one moment when I looked over at Trevor and felt the most overpowering love for him and excitement to begin a life/ family with him. Also, I am very grateful I was able to have my mother-in-law as an escort. It definitely wouldn't have been as sweet as an experience if she wasn't there. It was amazing experience- frightening, but amazing. &lt;/span&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/7729971045380640535-5433821601366130730?l=trevorandliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/feeds/5433821601366130730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7729971045380640535&amp;postID=5433821601366130730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/5433821601366130730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/5433821601366130730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/2009/11/5-more-days-until-i-am-m-r-r-i-e-d.html' title='5 More Days Until I am M-A-R-R-I-E-D!!'/><author><name>Trevor and Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08463492530217068785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SuIctg9iYTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CJ0zNiPeb88/S220/09_19_2009Trevor+%26+Elizabeth_130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SwHUUouN-lI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pxVZdfLdxKM/s72-c/6213_549360270741_29007252_32328708_4926782_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7729971045380640535.post-4708432875161932534</id><published>2009-10-22T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:33:32.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SuIuf2AxrUI/AAAAAAAAACw/aFRTYnfPLSk/s1600-h/09_19_2009Trevor+%26+Elizabeth_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395926428152868162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SuIuf2AxrUI/AAAAAAAAACw/aFRTYnfPLSk/s400/09_19_2009Trevor+%26+Elizabeth_20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trevor and I are getting married in exactly one month! What better way to start a new marriage than with a new blog? Word on the street is that blogging is SO IN for the "old married folk," and since I am about to join that club I thought I should try my hand at it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, for you who missed the engagement story (or got a watered-down version) here's how it went: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On Saturday August 15, 2009 (thought I should probably document that date before I forgot), Trevor and I had planned to go hiking up little cottonwood canyon. However, I called him that morning feeling sick with cramps and tired from the late night we spent together the night before. With the hike canceled, I had managed to ruin the only proposal idea he had come up with so far.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395924387254790770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SuIspDEwanI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FrFHoSUZlU8/s400/09_19_2009Trevor+%26+Elizabeth_102.jpg" /&gt; Not thinking he was going to propose that day, he came over to take care of me. We're we just lying around talking about how much we wanted to get married (we had already picked out the ring, but I didn't know he already had it). I was just telling him how much I've always wanted a summer wedding, and so we were thinking that we wanted to wait until May 2010 to tie the knot. However, May just seemed too far away so we started mulling over dates when we could get married while working and going to school. We both didn't fancy the idea of getting married around the hectic jarbbled mess that is always Christmas, and Fall break from school just seemed too close. So, that left us with around Thanksgiving Break and we settled on November 21st. Now that we had a date that wasn't too far in the future, Trevor really wanted to get a ring on my finger he just didn't know how!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SuIsIqv-HyI/AAAAAAAAACI/odDi1HOOKJI/s1600-h/IMG_0102PS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395923830969343778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SuIsIqv-HyI/AAAAAAAAACI/odDi1HOOKJI/s400/IMG_0102PS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ended up in the basement at the computer on itunes making a new playlist for Trevor. We sat there for about an hour without any success on getting the playlist on his ipod. He decided that he going to run home and grab his ipod cable, and see if that would work. While he was at his house he saw the ring, and decided to grab it in case he figured out a way to propose. He soon returned and we tried to get Itunes to work with his IPOD cable, but had no success. Acting like he was frustrated, he turned to me and said, "You know it's a really nice day, and I just happened to ride my scooter over. Would you like to go for a ride?" Thinking that nothing seemed out of the ordinary I said yes and went upstairs to grab a jacket.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I went out the front door to meet him, he had ridden the scooter all the way up the cement path right to the stairs that were by the front door. After I jumped on the scooter, he asked me where I would like to go. Not at all suspecting a proposal, because none of this seemed very planned. I told him, that it would be fun to do a short hike that leads to waterfall out in Draper. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we reached the top of the hike, he told me to go stand closer by the waterfall so that he could take my &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SuDbJfhAZxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6c0t_S58EqM/s1600-h/09_19_2009Trevor+%26+Elizabeth_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;picture. As I started to turn around and head closer to the waterfall I heard a rustling in the water behind me. I quickly turned around, because I thought Trevor was falling, quickly realized that he wasn't falling but was kneeling in the water with the ring. I couldn't have been more excited and nervous at the same time! My nervousness soon turned into laughter after I heard him ask, "Do-ji-wanna?" Instead of "Will you marry me?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyways, there's the engagement story. We're posting soon engagment photos, and hopefully soon we will get the bridals (and groomals) up! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/7729971045380640535-4708432875161932534?l=trevorandliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/feeds/4708432875161932534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7729971045380640535&amp;postID=4708432875161932534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/4708432875161932534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7729971045380640535/posts/default/4708432875161932534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandliz.blogspot.com/2009/10/beginning-of-blogging.html' title='The Beginning of Blogging'/><author><name>Trevor and Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08463492530217068785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SuIctg9iYTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CJ0zNiPeb88/S220/09_19_2009Trevor+%26+Elizabeth_130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VicscwPgOAQ/SuIuf2AxrUI/AAAAAAAAACw/aFRTYnfPLSk/s72-c/09_19_2009Trevor+%26+Elizabeth_20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
