<?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-686773714492046637</id><updated>2011-07-30T16:51:13.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarnberg</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>328</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-7788199211817546548</id><published>2010-09-14T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T16:07:50.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Latest Obsession:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister introduced me and the girls to these frozen yogurt stores.  There are several companies, but this is the one we found in Park City.  I am sort of mad at myself for seeking it out because now we can't stop going!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First off, Grab your bowl:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TI_97dYbCTI/AAAAAAAACL8/51NyiStDnoc/s1600/SEPT+10-14,2010+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516907266493319474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TI_97dYbCTI/AAAAAAAACL8/51NyiStDnoc/s400/SEPT+10-14,2010+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pick from many flavors, or combine many in your bowl (which we usually do):&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516907239270873506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TI_953-FeaI/AAAAAAAACLs/--BSOSxhRh4/s400/SEPT+10-14,2010+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then load up on toppings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TI_96sSHZQI/AAAAAAAACL0/KmXOzrByWVE/s1600/SEPT+10-14,2010+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516907253313529090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TI_96sSHZQI/AAAAAAAACL0/KmXOzrByWVE/s400/SEPT+10-14,2010+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple more before you hit the check out.  Get it weighed (because the charge $0.39 an oz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516907211566500050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TI_94Qw2SNI/AAAAAAAACLc/AV082KuvmTk/s400/SEPT+10-14,2010+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And this is what you get to eat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TI_94zLySqI/AAAAAAAACLk/zSMjMJjG5Lc/s1600/SEPT+10-14,2010+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516907220806290082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TI_94zLySqI/AAAAAAAACLk/zSMjMJjG5Lc/s400/SEPT+10-14,2010+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are HOOKED!!!! Tai loves (left side) peach and chocolate or vanilla, rainbow sprinkles, chocolate sprinkles, M&amp;amp;M's, and white and choc chips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teya enjoyed (her side is the left side of the right bowl) chocolate yogurt, animal cookies, M&amp;amp;M's, nerds, and carmel syrup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed (right side of the right bowl) praline yogurt, carmel syrup and crunched up oreo cookies.  Although I had several bites that consisted of chocolate yogurt and nerds.  Not going to recommend it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May not look very appealing, but try it, you will be hooked too!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-7788199211817546548?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/7788199211817546548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=7788199211817546548' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/7788199211817546548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/7788199211817546548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/09/our-latest-obsession.html' title='Our Latest Obsession:'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TI_97dYbCTI/AAAAAAAACL8/51NyiStDnoc/s72-c/SEPT+10-14,2010+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-2660843020766043983</id><published>2010-09-09T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T08:11:34.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIj42KmVfcI/AAAAAAAACLU/8q8-PQ5OLQU/s1600/sept+7-8,2010+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514931353156943298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIj42KmVfcI/AAAAAAAACLU/8q8-PQ5OLQU/s400/sept+7-8,2010+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought this was pretty cute of the girls and their daddy.  Jake loves to come home from work and watch a good Linkin Park music video, and the girls have started to love it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-2660843020766043983?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/2660843020766043983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=2660843020766043983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/2660843020766043983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/2660843020766043983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/09/daddy-time.html' title='Daddy Time'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIj42KmVfcI/AAAAAAAACLU/8q8-PQ5OLQU/s72-c/sept+7-8,2010+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-1799416731993154734</id><published>2010-09-09T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T08:08:32.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride your bike to school day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tai was so excited to get to ride her bike to school.  Everyone met at the Racket Club, and the Police Men were there handing out slurpy coupons for wearing your helmet.  Then they had a police escort all the way to the school.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIj3ovp1njI/AAAAAAAACLM/Uuvhr_d7rtk/s1600/sept+7-8,2010+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514930023073947186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIj3ovp1njI/AAAAAAAACLM/Uuvhr_d7rtk/s400/sept+7-8,2010+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tai and her new friend Gracie getting ready for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIj3n49DEBI/AAAAAAAACLE/FDQgcRAUydk/s1600/sept+7-8,2010+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514930008390570002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIj3n49DEBI/AAAAAAAACLE/FDQgcRAUydk/s400/sept+7-8,2010+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, I am one of "those mothers" driving behind to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIj3nF4GgoI/AAAAAAAACK8/dB-WcHjYRNg/s1600/sept+7-8,2010+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514929994679616130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIj3nF4GgoI/AAAAAAAACK8/dB-WcHjYRNg/s400/sept+7-8,2010+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so proud of herself for not falling, not even once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIj3mmqkTsI/AAAAAAAACK0/cE5j2dIwQ_M/s1600/sept+7-8,2010+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514929986301349570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIj3mmqkTsI/AAAAAAAACK0/cE5j2dIwQ_M/s400/sept+7-8,2010+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIj3mDUIGTI/AAAAAAAACKs/FeNXtNWKPbM/s1600/sept+7-8,2010+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514929976811985202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIj3mDUIGTI/AAAAAAAACKs/FeNXtNWKPbM/s400/sept+7-8,2010+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-1799416731993154734?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/1799416731993154734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=1799416731993154734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/1799416731993154734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/1799416731993154734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/09/ride-your-bike-to-school-day.html' title='Ride your bike to school day'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIj3ovp1njI/AAAAAAAACLM/Uuvhr_d7rtk/s72-c/sept+7-8,2010+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-1630491648577057962</id><published>2010-09-06T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T17:34:48.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Cougar Football Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't believe how excited I was for the football season to start.  First is has been far to long (over a month) since we have seen our friends Aaron and Suz!  We just have the best time together.  And it changes every game, but one of us doesn't sit by our husband, due to the fact that we need to be by eachother to talk and laugh!  So the boys sit by eachother and Suz and I sit by eachother.  You get it right?  Here's my girl Suz and I: and we were discussing how many pictures we have like this, too many to count.  But I must say, we are getting good at taking pics of ourselves!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIWE_CRq7BI/AAAAAAAACKk/Elsjk6SMWwM/s1600/aug+30-sept+4,+2010+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513959537262652434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIWE_CRq7BI/AAAAAAAACKk/Elsjk6SMWwM/s400/aug+30-sept+4,+2010+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are seatholders 27, 28, 29 &amp;amp; 30 of WW 145 and row2!  Represent!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIWE-l2BCiI/AAAAAAAACKc/QifI65VTE2Y/s1600/aug+30-sept+4,+2010+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513959529630468642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIWE-l2BCiI/AAAAAAAACKc/QifI65VTE2Y/s400/aug+30-sept+4,+2010+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The night would not be complete without some sort of food in the parking lot.  We started doing this after the games, because we have to go Northbound and it is ridiculous sitting in traffic.  So we decided we would rather eat and wait for the people to get on their way, rather than make up new swear words for idiot drivers who think they can make it 2 cars ahead of you, to save themselves 3 seconds in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIWE-AYF-JI/AAAAAAAACKU/JTuv4k9ONE4/s1600/aug+30-sept+4,+2010+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513959519572850834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIWE-AYF-JI/AAAAAAAACKU/JTuv4k9ONE4/s400/aug+30-sept+4,+2010+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum, a big conglomeration of food!&lt;br /&gt;GO COUGARS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIWE9sxqSLI/AAAAAAAACKM/Zp-WuR_yh-Q/s1600/aug+30-sept+4,+2010+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513959514311379122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIWE9sxqSLI/AAAAAAAACKM/Zp-WuR_yh-Q/s400/aug+30-sept+4,+2010+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-1630491648577057962?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/1630491648577057962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=1630491648577057962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/1630491648577057962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/1630491648577057962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-is-cougar-football-season.html' title='It is Cougar Football Season'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIWE_CRq7BI/AAAAAAAACKk/Elsjk6SMWwM/s72-c/aug+30-sept+4,+2010+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-5192038513307916598</id><published>2010-09-06T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T17:39:35.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well my baby officially is in school. Her teacher is Mr. Paul, yes a male, and he is so cute with the kids. He is pretty young too, and Tai loves him. Here is Tai on her testing day. I was glad that I got a picture of her because the morning of school they didn't let us parents in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIWBa8cofrI/AAAAAAAACJk/GLgowYumSUs/s1600/august+2010+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513955618687844018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIWBa8cofrI/AAAAAAAACJk/GLgowYumSUs/s400/august+2010+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My big Kindergartner:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513955627931829730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIWBbe4kheI/AAAAAAAACJs/AGuE_yiccpE/s400/aug+30-sept+4,+2010+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I am not really sure, but she thought that she needed to do thumbs up.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513955638568120066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIWBcGgdbwI/AAAAAAAACJ0/alK6VENo8wg/s400/aug+30-sept+4,+2010+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here she is waiting in line to go into her class. That is what they do every morning before they let anyone in, they all have to line up and wait for Mr. Paul to let them in their classroom. This is where they said, "say good bye to mom!" sniff, sniff!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513955649076422690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIWBctp1aCI/AAAAAAAACJ8/C2CXH8-2adY/s400/aug+30-sept+4,+2010+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;One day down: after I picked her up I wanted another picture, and out came the thumbs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513955656427860658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIWBdJCjcrI/AAAAAAAACKE/5sOG8ovX2QI/s400/aug+30-sept+4,+2010+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple highlights from day one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1- When asked what her favorite thing that they did was, she said, "taking a tour of the school"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2- Said, "we did crafts." I don't know if it is a girl thing or not, but I remember it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as art.  Paula and I have laughed at that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3- She fell off the playground, right onto her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-5192038513307916598?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/5192038513307916598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=5192038513307916598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/5192038513307916598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/5192038513307916598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/09/1st-day-of-kindergarted.html' title='1st day of Kindergarten'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIWBa8cofrI/AAAAAAAACJk/GLgowYumSUs/s72-c/august+2010+059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-4316297055566982837</id><published>2010-09-06T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T16:58:31.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting up in Salt Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister, mom and I decided that we should meet a day at the Gateway with the girls to play in the water.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIV9W0wzJiI/AAAAAAAACJc/jjkESgA0-bc/s1600/aug+4-16,+2010+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513951149858956834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIV9W0wzJiI/AAAAAAAACJc/jjkESgA0-bc/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maili 3, Tai 5, Teya 3, and Alexa 22 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIV9WV3PCiI/AAAAAAAACJU/_UBSGS6W4I0/s1600/aug+4-16,+2010+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513951141564451362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIV9WV3PCiI/AAAAAAAACJU/_UBSGS6W4I0/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute little sunbathing girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIV9WDktLII/AAAAAAAACJM/vVthNHypkck/s1600/aug+4-16,+2010+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513951136654896258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIV9WDktLII/AAAAAAAACJM/vVthNHypkck/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teya was more interested in posing with the pole. (I swear I didn't teach her that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIV9VT78GQI/AAAAAAAACJE/rEa7vnuO8Ho/s1600/aug+4-16,+2010+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513951123867441410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIV9VT78GQI/AAAAAAAACJE/rEa7vnuO8Ho/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tai was really the only one that ran through and got all wet.  But even that didn't last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIV9U4kMk9I/AAAAAAAACI8/Yrwo5rUaiWA/s1600/aug+4-16,+2010+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513951116520100818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIV9U4kMk9I/AAAAAAAACI8/Yrwo5rUaiWA/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks mom and Lacey for a fun day in the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-4316297055566982837?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/4316297055566982837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=4316297055566982837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/4316297055566982837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/4316297055566982837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/09/meeting-up-in-salt-lake.html' title='Meeting up in Salt Lake'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIV9W0wzJiI/AAAAAAAACJc/jjkESgA0-bc/s72-c/aug+4-16,+2010+072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-87677870035111682</id><published>2010-09-06T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T16:41:28.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaws and Quarnbergs</title><content type='html'>Jake needed Braydan's help at the store during the Art's Festival. So we made it a family affair and made sure that he was bringing his girls. We had a lot of fun hanging out at the house. The girls just ran in one door and out the other, literally, as fast as they could, went on treasure hunts, and the best of all, school shopping! So looking at this picture, we were at the outlet mall for I think around 5 1/2 to 6 hours. They were pretty good considering there was a million people and they wanted to go. But we stopped to have a cookie and drink, this is what they looked like: (we always hear that they all look so alike, well, here is the proof.  We always tease eachother because with their ages, they really could be just one of ours)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIV6bsQhyAI/AAAAAAAACI0/ZjSHhEOhD7A/s1600/aug+4-16,+2010+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513947934940579842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIV6bsQhyAI/AAAAAAAACI0/ZjSHhEOhD7A/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is what we looked like: EXHAUSTED!!!! But we had the best time! Thanks for coming up to hang out with us! We love and miss you guys tons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIV6bIjyY9I/AAAAAAAACIs/8N_KP0gTbWY/s1600/aug+4-16,+2010+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513947925357683666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIV6bIjyY9I/AAAAAAAACIs/8N_KP0gTbWY/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/686773714492046637-87677870035111682?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/87677870035111682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=87677870035111682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/87677870035111682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/87677870035111682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/09/shaws-and-quarnbergs.html' title='Shaws and Quarnbergs'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIV6bsQhyAI/AAAAAAAACI0/ZjSHhEOhD7A/s72-c/aug+4-16,+2010+053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-5020995978792478036</id><published>2010-09-04T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T16:31:13.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Day off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First off, we are not used to Jake having a day off. When we were in Salina, when Jake had a day off from Burns, he went to work on the ranch. And prior to Burns, well he was a rancher, self explanatory. So it has been kind of fun to get to hang out with him during the week. We had to be in Provo so we decided to finally take the girls to BYU campus. We have been promising to take Tai to the Museum of Paleontology forever, so we made good on our promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513065496608067586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJX3BTJUAI/AAAAAAAACGM/sw2ICMhxTTA/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls loved all the dinosaur bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJZfcccafI/AAAAAAAACHU/2OYmqyaf7n8/s1600/aug+4-16,+2010+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513067290601220594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJZfcccafI/AAAAAAAACHU/2OYmqyaf7n8/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy with the girls by a palm frond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJZe_obumI/AAAAAAAACHM/L7PcRdoVKyY/s1600/aug+4-16,+2010+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513067282866879074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJZe_obumI/AAAAAAAACHM/L7PcRdoVKyY/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513075205172510802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJgsIhSQFI/AAAAAAAACIE/dYLTjuPpA6U/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jake thought the prehistoric horns were pretty cool, they were huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJZeW68yKI/AAAAAAAACHE/B2saeXcWJ84/s1600/aug+4-16,+2010+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513067271938689186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJZeW68yKI/AAAAAAAACHE/B2saeXcWJ84/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls getting their heads bit off :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJZd_if8zI/AAAAAAAACG8/LxFIcuGp_90/s1600/aug+4-16,+2010+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513067265662120754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJZd_if8zI/AAAAAAAACG8/LxFIcuGp_90/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tai under the brachiasaurus bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJZdTMDIjI/AAAAAAAACG0/uos2Q-o8aNo/s1600/aug+4-16,+2010+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513067253756797490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJZdTMDIjI/AAAAAAAACG0/uos2Q-o8aNo/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girlies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJX5BWvPPI/AAAAAAAACGs/8m2PlncTfuE/s1600/aug+4-16,+2010+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513065530982874354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJX5BWvPPI/AAAAAAAACGs/8m2PlncTfuE/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is always a little frustrating though, Jake and I like to read what is going on with the bones, where they found them, when, by who, you know that sort of stuff.  But the girls just like to look and then go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJX4kt-tQI/AAAAAAAACGk/O6c2bTg9R_w/s1600/aug+4-16,+2010+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513065523295728898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJX4kt-tQI/AAAAAAAACGk/O6c2bTg9R_w/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this was a bone from their leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJX4GwTsbI/AAAAAAAACGc/HM3sk38cdCA/s1600/aug+4-16,+2010+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513065515252429234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJX4GwTsbI/AAAAAAAACGc/HM3sk38cdCA/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little paleontologist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;None of us had been to the Bean Museum at BYU so we VZ Navigated it and we took the girls there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513073193046892690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJe3AxJ4JI/AAAAAAAACH8/RV5dVnn-gNo/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jake thought it was pretty fun to show the girls his hippo boots were made out of a hippo, just like this one.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513073183084002930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJe2bp0PnI/AAAAAAAACH0/0j5XcRcAQFI/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This HUGE Kodiak bear was unreal.  I mean look at the guy walking past.  Glad to know I won't ever come into contact with one of these monsters!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513073176618736306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJe2DkYGrI/AAAAAAAACHs/LvibadILTmQ/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Teya's favorite animal-an elephant!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513073152499862322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJe0pt_SzI/AAAAAAAACHk/OE3xnhmhL2g/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The girls couldn't believe all the animals in there. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513073140783158690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJez-EglaI/AAAAAAAACHc/CmcatI0Dd9A/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The butterfly exhibit was cool.  That butterfly in the background is made up of all sizes and colors of real butterflies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lived in Utah for 20 years now and have driven up Provo Canyon to many times to count, and I have never stopped at Bridal Veil Falls.  So on our way home, we decided to stop and get a closer look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513075218219672610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJgs5H-JCI/AAAAAAAACIM/tMBYjDcywxg/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The water was FREEZING! But we waded in.  I don't know how the girls walked all over the place on the rocks, they killed my feet, so I mostly hung out on a large rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513075234847888834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJgt3EclcI/AAAAAAAACIc/4IJLYhjYxW0/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Mommy and Teya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513075227729721778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJgtcjV-bI/AAAAAAAACIU/P_Imd99nSoc/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freezing water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513075248466877154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJgupzd2uI/AAAAAAAACIk/h7P8i0NHcXE/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Quarnberg girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/686773714492046637-5020995978792478036?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/5020995978792478036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=5020995978792478036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/5020995978792478036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/5020995978792478036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/09/daddys-day-off.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Day off'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJX3BTJUAI/AAAAAAAACGM/sw2ICMhxTTA/s72-c/aug+4-16,+2010+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-725714674046182477</id><published>2010-09-04T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T07:23:47.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain, Don't go away</title><content type='html'>One of my very favorite things on this earth, is a good ol' rain storm.  Since we have lived in Park City, we have had several of those, you know the kind where the rain drops are HUGE and soaks everything.  In my mind, when I wake up and the sky is dark, it means a good day (a lot of people think that is depressing)!  I guess my girls have learned to love it as well. Everytime it rains, they want to play outside in it.  You are only young once!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJVCYflB_I/AAAAAAAACGE/9zRRnUJrKws/s1600/aug+4-16,+2010+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513062393277908978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJVCYflB_I/AAAAAAAACGE/9zRRnUJrKws/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJVB6o5LXI/AAAAAAAACF8/cD7hzTOI9ak/s1600/aug+4-16,+2010+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513062385263914354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJVB6o5LXI/AAAAAAAACF8/cD7hzTOI9ak/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJVBXwmtEI/AAAAAAAACF0/O0e4iriAIWo/s1600/aug+4-16,+2010+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513062375901017154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJVBXwmtEI/AAAAAAAACF0/O0e4iriAIWo/s400/aug+4-16,+2010+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-725714674046182477?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/725714674046182477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=725714674046182477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/725714674046182477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/725714674046182477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/09/rain-rain-dont-go-away.html' title='Rain Rain, Don&apos;t go away'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TIJVCYflB_I/AAAAAAAACGE/9zRRnUJrKws/s72-c/aug+4-16,+2010+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-5577082819843032716</id><published>2010-08-22T15:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T15:10:13.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A couple of things that the girls have said lately that I thought was pretty funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tai: Got a new pair of shoes for school, yeah, I am a push over and let her wear them early.  Anyway, my dad and mom came up to Park City and Heber to see the lawn and garden show.  We decided to tag along with them.  After a while of walking around, Tai took off her shoes and said, "my shoes are all slobbery."  Ha ha ha- meaning that her feet were sweating in her shoes making them well, slobbery!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teya:  Lately she has been asking me what everything is made of.  Like trees, dogs, clothes, ect..  Well this morning as I was getting the girls ready, she asked me, "Momma, what's my ganky (blanket) made of?" I just said, "cotton" and she said, "and rainbows?" "Yes sweetheart, (ha ha) and rainbows!!"  If you know my daughter, she carries her blankets everywhere and they sort of have a rainbow pattern color to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-5577082819843032716?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/5577082819843032716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=5577082819843032716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/5577082819843032716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/5577082819843032716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/08/couple-of-things-that-girls-have-said.html' title=''/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-4668258367303678051</id><published>2010-08-21T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T17:42:57.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool at home</title><content type='html'>I guess this year I am going to have to home school Teya for Preschool.  I have looked around a lot up here in PC and it is so flipping expensive, the cheapest that I have found is $300.00 a month.  Just in case you chocked right there when you read it, I did the same thing. And yes, that is a month!!! So needless to say, I am going to be teaching my little one on my own.  I came across this cute blog &lt;a href="http://alwayssomethingtolearn.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://alwayssomethingtolearn.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;  If you have any other sites that I could find some good ideas to do, please share! Unless you want to loan me $2,700 for preschool this year! Ha Ha Ha :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-4668258367303678051?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/4668258367303678051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=4668258367303678051' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/4668258367303678051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/4668258367303678051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/08/preschool-at-home.html' title='Preschool at home'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-5363778349318009210</id><published>2010-08-20T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T18:09:29.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TG8lXYjNhUI/AAAAAAAACFk/_7ifXQ7WexY/s1600/june+9-15,+2010+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507661952954762562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TG8lXYjNhUI/AAAAAAAACFk/_7ifXQ7WexY/s400/june+9-15,+2010+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am pretty sure that I don't want these two to grow up!!!  I just can't believe how fast time flies.  With Tai starting Kindergarten in about a week, I am just so sad.  I keep teasing her and saying that she should just stay home with me and that she can start school next year, or that I will meet her out on the playground everyday when they have recess in case she falls or gets hurts.  (I am sort of kidding, but sort of serious too LOL)!  What's a mom to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-5363778349318009210?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/5363778349318009210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=5363778349318009210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/5363778349318009210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/5363778349318009210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-pretty-sure-that-i-dont-want-these.html' title=''/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TG8lXYjNhUI/AAAAAAAACFk/_7ifXQ7WexY/s72-c/june+9-15,+2010+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-1636269895740845411</id><published>2010-08-14T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T17:57:47.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The newest member of our family</title><content type='html'>Now hold your horses (no pun intended), not a baby or anythig, a real horse.  Meet Sunny Pickard Quarnberg!!! 3 years old, broke and ready to ride!  Here he is, the girls love him, Jake loves to ride him and is in 7th heaven.  Now, I am sure you are wondering, where we are keeping him since we moved to Park City.  Well the funny thing is, we lived on or around the ranch for over 9 married years and never bought a horse, well 2 weeks before we decided to move we purchased Sunny.  How ironic is that?  So Kendall and Tanner are taking good care of Sunny for us back in Lost Creek.  Everytime we are in town though, Jake saddles up and goes for a ride. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505432681434786514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TGc52s-_KtI/AAAAAAAACE0/zokGc-Qx-Mo/s400/may+2010+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TGc54ZrBm4I/AAAAAAAACFU/Jz-cG3uBxrs/s1600/may+2010+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505432710610525058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TGc54ZrBm4I/AAAAAAAACFU/Jz-cG3uBxrs/s400/may+2010+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TGc531zXsUI/AAAAAAAACFM/bydwHILkXpk/s1600/may+2010+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505432700981850434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TGc531zXsUI/AAAAAAAACFM/bydwHILkXpk/s400/may+2010+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TGc53e9GyNI/AAAAAAAACFE/Zo_iLj8c5AQ/s1600/may+2010+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505432694848669906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TGc53e9GyNI/AAAAAAAACFE/Zo_iLj8c5AQ/s400/may+2010+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TGc52wiUo0I/AAAAAAAACE8/_LyLyg4eDWs/s1600/may+2010+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505432682388300610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TGc52wiUo0I/AAAAAAAACE8/_LyLyg4eDWs/s400/may+2010+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-1636269895740845411?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/1636269895740845411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=1636269895740845411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/1636269895740845411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/1636269895740845411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/08/newest-member-of-our-family.html' title='The newest member of our family'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TGc52s-_KtI/AAAAAAAACE0/zokGc-Qx-Mo/s72-c/may+2010+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-4066112723420160430</id><published>2010-06-26T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T13:48:02.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You tell me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZauHaL6wI/AAAAAAAACCs/JpIb24vwbnM/s1600/june+9-15,+2010+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487172944306891522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZauHaL6wI/AAAAAAAACCs/JpIb24vwbnM/s400/june+9-15,+2010+095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think that I should be a little worried that Jake is living on his own part time, trying to survive on his own cooking skills? (Please notice the color of the item being cooked). I am only one woman and at the current time, we live apart half of each week, him in Park City and then me and the girls in Salina. So yeah, I am a little worried!!!! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-4066112723420160430?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/4066112723420160430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=4066112723420160430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/4066112723420160430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/4066112723420160430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-tell-me.html' title='You tell me....'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZauHaL6wI/AAAAAAAACCs/JpIb24vwbnM/s72-c/june+9-15,+2010+095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-566434014901045552</id><published>2010-06-26T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T13:59:20.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Uncle Shad</title><content type='html'>On our way to Carmel, we got to stop and see my brother Shad who only lives about 3o minutes out of the way.  He drove up to Paso Robles to meet us for lunch.  We were so excited to see him and spend some time with him.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZoevhoHGI/AAAAAAAACEs/9SSWrXyoFoc/s1600/june+7-8,2010+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487188073360399458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZoevhoHGI/AAAAAAAACEs/9SSWrXyoFoc/s400/june+7-8,2010+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZoeTunZGI/AAAAAAAACEk/0IlQPdDeyYk/s1600/june+7-8,2010+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487188065898685538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZoeTunZGI/AAAAAAAACEk/0IlQPdDeyYk/s400/june+7-8,2010+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teya kept rubbing his face saying, "so soft, so soft."  It was pretty funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZodojixfI/AAAAAAAACEc/5ACxcWIn2EI/s1600/june+7-8,2010+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487188054309520882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZodojixfI/AAAAAAAACEc/5ACxcWIn2EI/s400/june+7-8,2010+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tai couldn't stop talking about Uncle Shad, she even got to ride with him in his truck over to the park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uncle Shad, we loved getting to see you for a bit.  We love you and can't wait to see you again soon! Your part of the world is amazing and now we know why you love it so much!!!&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/686773714492046637-566434014901045552?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/566434014901045552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=566434014901045552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/566434014901045552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/566434014901045552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/06/seeing-uncle-shad.html' title='Seeing Uncle Shad'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZoevhoHGI/AAAAAAAACEs/9SSWrXyoFoc/s72-c/june+7-8,2010+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-3055600878812672631</id><published>2010-06-26T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T13:37:37.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG TIME CHANGES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZiJNkZi9I/AAAAAAAACD8/-2ZM1jc3GkE/s1600/jake+carmel+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487181106398202834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZiJNkZi9I/AAAAAAAACD8/-2ZM1jc3GkE/s400/jake+carmel+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Braydan and Jake putting in items late in the night, just one many hours that they really should have been in bed asleep, but they were working hard to get the store done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZiITl8wrI/AAAAAAAACD0/RVz6GXVbL4Q/s1600/jake+carmel+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487181090835448498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZiITl8wrI/AAAAAAAACD0/RVz6GXVbL4Q/s400/jake+carmel+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake can no longer tell me that doesn't know how to paint, I have proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZiH3bMbAI/AAAAAAAACDs/03PF21NjClI/s1600/jake+carmel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487181083274144770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZiH3bMbAI/AAAAAAAACDs/03PF21NjClI/s400/jake+carmel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Putting in the new floor, which looks so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who know us, you know that we are NEVER home!!!! It has been a whirl wind since Jake started working for Burns Saddlery just one short year ago. Jake has been on the road A LOT, I have gone every which direction with Dynamite Cheer and our two little angel girls, and we have loved every second of it!!! But all of that is about to change. We recently went to Carmel California to help open Burns' newest store Burns Cowboy Shop at Carmel by-the-sea!!!  It is so amazing, I am in awe of the location, the new look of the store, and how fast the store was open.  All the credit goes to the guys who were there busting their butts to get it done (Jake, Braydan, Scott, Wayland, and Matt)  Mist and I just showed up for the fun part, getting all the merchandise out and looking amazing!!!! But back to my reason for the big time changes, With the new store being opened, Scott and Dana will be relocating to Carmel to run the store, therefore they needed someone up in Park City to run the Cowboy Shop on Historic Main Street, thus Jake comes in!!!! Yahoo for Jake, he got the opportunity of a lifetime, our little family will be moving there for him to Manage the store.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZd5O5DHrI/AAAAAAAACDk/IW9DT5shoZQ/s1600/june+9-15,+2010+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487176433828830898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZd5O5DHrI/AAAAAAAACDk/IW9DT5shoZQ/s400/june+9-15,+2010+075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The view from Scott and Dana's porch (really rough, I am not sure how they are going to live in such poverty!!! way to go, you two deserve it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZd4TaBOXI/AAAAAAAACDc/HI1d_F2gmpQ/s1600/june+9-15,+2010+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487176417860991346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZd4TaBOXI/AAAAAAAACDc/HI1d_F2gmpQ/s400/june+9-15,+2010+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view when they wake up and are laying in their bed!!! UH, AMAZING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZczO7JkUI/AAAAAAAACDU/3D5vuC2BbRo/s1600/june+7-8,2010+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487175231246799170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZczO7JkUI/AAAAAAAACDU/3D5vuC2BbRo/s400/june+7-8,2010+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tai playing in the sand at the beach just a mere 6 or 7 blocks from the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZcyeMrGmI/AAAAAAAACDM/N-HkcgwRZWQ/s1600/june+7-8,2010+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487175218166962786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZcyeMrGmI/AAAAAAAACDM/N-HkcgwRZWQ/s400/june+7-8,2010+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rochelle, me and Misty-hanging out at the beach while the guys are working back at the store!!!! LOL, just kidding, it wasn't quite ready for us to put our magic touch on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZcx6EbG3I/AAAAAAAACDE/rumE5NI5bPc/s1600/june+7-8,2010+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487175208468683634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZcx6EbG3I/AAAAAAAACDE/rumE5NI5bPc/s400/june+7-8,2010+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My girls absolutely love the beach.  It was a bit chilly for 3 of the days, but they didn't care, they still wanted to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZcwzCo6cI/AAAAAAAACC8/0H2GRboM83Q/s1600/june+7-8,2010+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487175189402282434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZcwzCo6cI/AAAAAAAACC8/0H2GRboM83Q/s400/june+7-8,2010+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Real cowboys wear cowboy boots on the beach, oh wait, these two must be real cowboys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZcwDErG8I/AAAAAAAACC0/L-LIXKChfdo/s1600/june+7-8,2010+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487175176525913026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZcwDErG8I/AAAAAAAACC0/L-LIXKChfdo/s400/june+7-8,2010+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture!!!! I am so glad that I caught her at the right moment.  She loved jumping the waves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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/686773714492046637-3055600878812672631?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/3055600878812672631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=3055600878812672631' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/3055600878812672631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/3055600878812672631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/06/big-time-changes.html' title='BIG TIME CHANGES'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TCZiJNkZi9I/AAAAAAAACD8/-2ZM1jc3GkE/s72-c/jake+carmel+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-6999635848011407157</id><published>2010-05-28T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T13:21:16.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing the Story</title><content type='html'>This is the "little" toy that Jake is in love with.  He seriously spent every waking hour that he wasn't at Burn's on this bad boy!!!  Just like most boys/men, they love to dig.  He dug and dug and dug!!! Then it had to go back to the store!!!! (sniff, sniff) It was fun while it lasted.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TAAk6vIYxJI/AAAAAAAACCk/kUojNdEmCkw/s1600/April+8-16,10+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476417738385179794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TAAk6vIYxJI/AAAAAAAACCk/kUojNdEmCkw/s400/April+8-16,10+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TAAk55wEnOI/AAAAAAAACCc/vrt2fRd_bK8/s1600/April+8-16,10+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476417724056116450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TAAk55wEnOI/AAAAAAAACCc/vrt2fRd_bK8/s400/April+8-16,10+070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/686773714492046637-6999635848011407157?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/6999635848011407157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=6999635848011407157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/6999635848011407157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/6999635848011407157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/05/finishing-story.html' title='Finishing the Story'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/TAAk6vIYxJI/AAAAAAAACCk/kUojNdEmCkw/s72-c/April+8-16,10+069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-7858519380928329161</id><published>2010-04-19T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T08:29:38.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Excavator</title><content type='html'>This weekend was so nice!!!! I am so ready for summer (not mosquito's though).  Yesterday we were out to the ranch and then girls were having so much fun, playing with sticks, finding pretty sparkly rocks, and throwing rocks in the water.  Our summer has begun.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S8xywgMTbxI/AAAAAAAACCU/Te9iv58FnVI/s1600/4-18-10+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461866625694396178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S8xywgMTbxI/AAAAAAAACCU/Te9iv58FnVI/s400/4-18-10+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake on the other hand was having his own kind of fun. (I can't get the photos of him to upload, but I will keep trying).  Kendall rented a mini excavator to clean out the irrigation ditches and where they flood irrigate.  Jake was in 7th heaven.  He asked me if I wanted to give it a try, and I jumped at the opportunity.  It was kind of fun.  If he would have given me a couple more minutes, I might have mastered it, but I kept hearing him say, "Oh dear, (pause)  Oh dear."  Which is his nice way of saying "Oh &amp;amp;**$@"  So here I am, digging ditches:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S8xyv2dLXVI/AAAAAAAACCE/2yhbJHwof8c/s1600/4-18-10+digging2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461866614490881362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S8xyv2dLXVI/AAAAAAAACCE/2yhbJHwof8c/s400/4-18-10+digging2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is where Jake made me get out.  See the pipe, the dirt is supposed to be flush with that, ok, I got a little to deep, but hey, it was my first time! And it was fun.  Now I know why Jake was so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461866619652373698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S8xywJrxfMI/AAAAAAAACCM/dr5l2BbW-PM/s400/4-18-10+digging.jpg" border="0" /&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/686773714492046637-7858519380928329161?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/7858519380928329161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=7858519380928329161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/7858519380928329161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/7858519380928329161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/04/mini-excavator.html' title='Mini Excavator'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S8xywgMTbxI/AAAAAAAACCU/Te9iv58FnVI/s72-c/4-18-10+girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-2826239805398278558</id><published>2010-04-01T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T14:33:50.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S7UNIhnItOI/AAAAAAAACB8/NGk2cJIXAzM/s1600/feb+3,+2010+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455280963741856994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S7UNIhnItOI/AAAAAAAACB8/NGk2cJIXAzM/s400/feb+3,+2010+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture was back in the first part of February.  Just shows you how fast time flies by.  The girls were so excited for even a little bit of warm weather to get to go outside.  They ended up chasing eachother and wrestling.  It was hillarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-2826239805398278558?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/2826239805398278558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=2826239805398278558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/2826239805398278558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/2826239805398278558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-picture-was-back-in-first-part-of.html' title=''/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S7UNIhnItOI/AAAAAAAACB8/NGk2cJIXAzM/s72-c/feb+3,+2010+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-7919890939805687437</id><published>2010-03-26T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T08:18:12.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Calling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S6zPkYaaVyI/AAAAAAAACB0/FlQgT5Jp27E/s1600/camping-water-filters2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452961472774297378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S6zPkYaaVyI/AAAAAAAACB0/FlQgT5Jp27E/s400/camping-water-filters2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you ever feel like just when you get settled and feel like you have control of your life and you can breathe for a minute, things get shook up again? Well I got a new calling last night from the stake. I am going to be one of the assistant stake camp directors or assistant to the stake camp director (for those office fans out there).  And I couldn't be more excited about it!!! It has been quite a few years since I have been to girls camp and I have missed it every summer.  I have no idea where we are going, what the theme is, or who I am going to find to watch my girls (Jake will be out of town for work, and two weeks later we go to Hawaii), but I am so excited!!! I found out some of the other leaders and we are going to have GOOD TIMES!!!!! So all you young women out there in the Salina Stake, hold on tight, it is going to be a wild ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/686773714492046637-7919890939805687437?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/7919890939805687437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=7919890939805687437' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/7919890939805687437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/7919890939805687437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-calling.html' title='New Calling'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S6zPkYaaVyI/AAAAAAAACB0/FlQgT5Jp27E/s72-c/camping-water-filters2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-6355641022699757824</id><published>2010-03-25T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:14:50.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Rocking my new look"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; The girls wanted to do my makeup one day, so after church I didn't have anywhere to be, and they gave me a new look. This is all out of Tai's makeup kit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S6vNsgAGF9I/AAAAAAAACBU/f52jc_FWMZU/s1600/march+2010+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452677938250389458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S6vNsgAGF9I/AAAAAAAACBU/f52jc_FWMZU/s400/march+2010+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They enjoyed DIGGING their make up tools into the makeup, it gave for added color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S6vNsHgnMII/AAAAAAAACBM/KgRB3uK1DSI/s1600/march+2010+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452677931675889794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S6vNsHgnMII/AAAAAAAACBM/KgRB3uK1DSI/s400/march+2010+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If it looks like my eyes are watering, it is because they are!  They had that orange so caked on there that it started to irritate my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452677947794993938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S6vNtDjtMxI/AAAAAAAACBc/A-eMN-1HHdE/s400/march+2010+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My new look:  Orange on the eyes and sparkle clumps on the cheeks!  Watch for it this spring season on all top models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452677957803150482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S6vNto11jJI/AAAAAAAACBk/R3dfV1mazog/s400/march+2010+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/686773714492046637-6355641022699757824?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/6355641022699757824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=6355641022699757824' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/6355641022699757824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/6355641022699757824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/03/rocking-my-new-look.html' title='&quot;Rocking my new look&quot;'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S6vNsgAGF9I/AAAAAAAACBU/f52jc_FWMZU/s72-c/march+2010+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-8583248559521664349</id><published>2010-03-25T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T13:41:00.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Plea for a Sandbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what we see everyday- sometimes more or less water, but you get the idea.  So this is my plea-my friend Katie knows there is a rich stranger out there that looks at her blog from time to time, so why can't I have a rich stranger for a blog stalker too?  "So, to my strange blog stalker who is rich beyond measure, I need a sandbox for my kids to play in that is NOT close to the road.  I have an idea where I would like it and also how big, leave me a comment and I will give you the details and where you can send the cash!!!- Thanks your strange blog friend, Tiffany P.S. You can come and play in it to, Jake (my husband) has really cool Tonka Toys that he got for his birthday a couple years back, you might think we are kind of fun to hang out with!"&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S6vIerpxtRI/AAAAAAAACAs/yg6htPj5z8o/s1600/march+2010+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452672203301696786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S6vIerpxtRI/AAAAAAAACAs/yg6htPj5z8o/s400/march+2010+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S6vIdYAvipI/AAAAAAAACAk/qx7zsGlvHwU/s1600/march+2010+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452672180849445522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S6vIdYAvipI/AAAAAAAACAk/qx7zsGlvHwU/s400/march+2010+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-8583248559521664349?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/8583248559521664349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=8583248559521664349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/8583248559521664349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/8583248559521664349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-plea-for-sandbox.html' title='Our Plea for a Sandbox'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S6vIerpxtRI/AAAAAAAACAs/yg6htPj5z8o/s72-c/march+2010+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-7603951217955426607</id><published>2010-03-25T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T13:27:34.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S6vGSmtzFPI/AAAAAAAACAc/B55U9AFywdA/s1600/hawaii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452669796794701042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S6vGSmtzFPI/AAAAAAAACAc/B55U9AFywdA/s400/hawaii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Damage has been done and we BOUGHT OUR TICKETS TO PARADISE!!! At this point, I could care less how much the airline stuck it to us (ok, I do care, but for acting tough sake), I can't wait for July to come!!!! All I know is I want to be sitting on a beach similar to this one, getting the tan of a lifetime, sipping something good, and enjoying our time in paradise!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-7603951217955426607?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/7603951217955426607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=7603951217955426607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/7603951217955426607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/7603951217955426607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/03/damage-has-been-done-and-we-bought-our.html' title=''/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S6vGSmtzFPI/AAAAAAAACAc/B55U9AFywdA/s72-c/hawaii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-6834811763801742095</id><published>2010-03-25T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T12:20:18.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of all things</title><content type='html'>Of all the things that I SHOULD be doing today, I am looking around on the internet.  I was on my favorite site &lt;a href="http://www.sugardoodle.net/joomla/"&gt;http://www.sugardoodle.net/joomla/&lt;/a&gt; trying to find a fully customized FREE printable calendar to make for my partner primary teacher and our activity day girls, when I came across this site &lt;a href="http://thedahlingdatingdivas.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thedahlingdatingdivas.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that life often takes over and I feel like Jake is the last one to get a piece of my time.  Which I know he is a big boy and can handle it, but it is nice to have your spouses undivided attention even if it is only for a minute.  But this site is super cute and has lots of good ideas.  So come on women, buck up and give your spouse some time!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i am having a hard time finding a site to design my own CUTE calendar, any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-6834811763801742095?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/6834811763801742095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=6834811763801742095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/6834811763801742095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/6834811763801742095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/03/of-all-things.html' title='Of all things'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-8691820032114672866</id><published>2010-03-04T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:48:27.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most upsetting</title><content type='html'>We are getting our trip planned for Hawaii in july--Wait back up the train, let me tell you why we HAVE to go to Hawaii.  Tanner, Jake's brother is graduating from high school this year and after the traditional church history trip, some of his buddies wanted to go on a Hawaii trip.  Well, they are not old enough to go by themselves, get a rental car, check into the time share, ect... so Tanner asked Jake and I if we wanted to "Chaperone" their trip.  Of course we were like "HECK YES!!!" (Thank you Napoleon Dynamite for that quote).  This has been in the making for quite a while and I have been checking airfare for a couple months and nothing less than about $750 has come about.  Well yesterday Suz had found airfare for $477.  WHAT???!!!???!!!! But by the time I had gathered all info needed to book our tickets, fares had gone back up into the 700's!!! What the **^&gt;??#)&lt;&lt;%%+_&lt;%!  That SUCKS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-8691820032114672866?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/8691820032114672866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=8691820032114672866' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/8691820032114672866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/8691820032114672866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/03/most-upsetting.html' title='Most upsetting'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-9178620315310047360</id><published>2010-03-01T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T09:15:18.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad Rocks!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have always been very appreciative of my dad's skills!!!  But this last time my parents came down he just moved up a couple pedestals.  This home we have doesn't have a whole lot of room for storage, so he came down to help us out with his amazing shelf building skills!!!  We had a room in the basement that was an old coal storage room with nothing in it but insulation on the walls.  So my dad transformed it into three walls full of shelves.  And now it went from this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S4vya4YFtLI/AAAAAAAACAM/ZXhms-t8c80/s1600-h/feb+18-27,+2010+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443711118231319730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S4vya4YFtLI/AAAAAAAACAM/ZXhms-t8c80/s400/feb+18-27,+2010+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To this:  I can't believe how much I missed having somewhere to store food, and that you can actually see what you have.  I know, I know, my shelves are a little bare still, but hopefully in the next couple months we can build up some storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S4vyaKiSaxI/AAAAAAAACAE/SKNDBCZ0HoA/s1600-h/feb+18-27,+2010+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443711105926064914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S4vyaKiSaxI/AAAAAAAACAE/SKNDBCZ0HoA/s400/feb+18-27,+2010+079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the much needed necessity of mac and cheese, ramen noodles, and soda pop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S4vyZh2qzmI/AAAAAAAAB_8/qdNvHCe9HA4/s1600-h/feb+18-27,+2010+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443711095005695586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S4vyZh2qzmI/AAAAAAAAB_8/qdNvHCe9HA4/s400/feb+18-27,+2010+080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake had an idea for dad to build some shelves above the stairs for his boots.  At first I was like, "Whatev," but as you can see, YAHOO FOR KIM!!!  They are perfect.  Now his boots are off the floor and off the stairs.  And "how do you reach?" you might ask, well, we are both tall.  And the non working fire alarm works great for a hat hanger!!! Ha, Ha, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443711128345805266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S4vybeDkgdI/AAAAAAAACAU/YqA2DuNQU6Q/s400/feb+18-27,+2010+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again dad for helping us!!!! We love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-9178620315310047360?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/9178620315310047360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=9178620315310047360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/9178620315310047360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/9178620315310047360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-dad-rocks.html' title='My Dad Rocks!!!'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S4vya4YFtLI/AAAAAAAACAM/ZXhms-t8c80/s72-c/feb+18-27,+2010+053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-8432737371283129853</id><published>2010-03-01T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T08:53:29.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first ever family snowman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Teya's birthday, we woke up to snow.  How bad of a mother am I?  I have never made a snowman with my kids.  I gotta tell you, it was kind of fun.  Other than we weren't really prepared for sticking our hands in the snow (no gloves, the kids coats not zipped up)  So after the first circle (or whatever you snowman makers call the bottom of the snowman), I ran inside to get something on my hands and we were off making our first snowman.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S4vvzoMP21I/AAAAAAAAB_0/MmtxcAf88Nk/s1600-h/feb+18-27,+2010+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443708244848532306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S4vvzoMP21I/AAAAAAAAB_0/MmtxcAf88Nk/s400/feb+18-27,+2010+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls loved picking out rocks with the help of grandma, for the eyes and mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S4vvy7PBEoI/AAAAAAAAB_s/KXJLtnqKEOY/s1600-h/feb+18-27,+2010+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443708232780550786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S4vvy7PBEoI/AAAAAAAAB_s/KXJLtnqKEOY/s400/feb+18-27,+2010+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even have a dead branch in our back yard which made for easy arms!  A little to long for his body, but hey, he'll grow into them right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S4vvySYuQeI/AAAAAAAAB_k/-vsn4PEMQac/s1600-h/feb+18-27,+2010+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443708221815407074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S4vvySYuQeI/AAAAAAAAB_k/-vsn4PEMQac/s400/feb+18-27,+2010+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is.  A BYU beanie and all!  Gotta show some love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S4vvx6kkA8I/AAAAAAAAB_c/w8BimC_MLsE/s1600-h/feb+18-27,+2010+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443708215422616514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S4vvx6kkA8I/AAAAAAAAB_c/w8BimC_MLsE/s400/feb+18-27,+2010+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-8432737371283129853?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/8432737371283129853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=8432737371283129853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/8432737371283129853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/8432737371283129853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-first-ever-family-snowman.html' title='Our first ever family snowman'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S4vvzoMP21I/AAAAAAAAB_0/MmtxcAf88Nk/s72-c/feb+18-27,+2010+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-1646024934600275164</id><published>2010-03-01T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T08:28:05.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here they are:</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures of the other two boots that I am dying to have.  I have tried them all on again, and the winner is... all of them.  I still can't decide!  They all ROCK!!!!  So what is a girl to do?  On one hand I should just have them all, Jake's one pair of boots costs as much as all 4 of these together, but on the other hand, where would I put them all?  So I am looking for input from all my peeps out there- WHICH ONES ARE THE MOST AWESOME????&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S4vp7_CNjKI/AAAAAAAAB-0/rMzp40JSdIw/s1600-h/feb+18-27,+2010+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443701791349640354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S4vp7_CNjKI/AAAAAAAAB-0/rMzp40JSdIw/s400/feb+18-27,+2010+076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S4vp7LGqvjI/AAAAAAAAB-s/LqxnrzaUM5Q/s1600-h/feb+18-27,+2010+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443701777409687090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S4vp7LGqvjI/AAAAAAAAB-s/LqxnrzaUM5Q/s400/feb+18-27,+2010+075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/686773714492046637-1646024934600275164?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/1646024934600275164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=1646024934600275164' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/1646024934600275164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/1646024934600275164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/03/here-they-are.html' title='Here they are:'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S4vp7_CNjKI/AAAAAAAAB-0/rMzp40JSdIw/s72-c/feb+18-27,+2010+076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-6673863223170591793</id><published>2010-02-16T08:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T09:12:01.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new love!!!!!</title><content type='html'>While in Scottsdale, Arizona-I fell in love, just in time for Valentine's Day!!!! I fell in love with cowgirl boots.  It has taken me a while to catch on to the whole boot things.  Jake has worn them forever, since he was a baby boy, but me on the other hand, have never owned a pair until Christmas, when Jake gave me a pair of Luchesse Classics.  I gotta say that most of the boots that I had seen weren't really my style.  The past week, I went to Scottsdale with Jake to set up a booth at the Arabian Horse Show.  I had so much fun, and I found four pairs of  boots that I am DYING to own.  I was going to bring two of them home with me, but Jake wouldn't let me because I apparently have a popular shoe size (and the customer always comes first), so I had to leave my love's behind.  I could only find the pictures of two of them, but believe me, I am still looking for the other two.  Two of them are Stetson brand and the other two are Charlie One Horse, by Luchesse.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S3rLiHQ8kZI/AAAAAAAAB-k/tnFvn5HMQiE/s1600-h/charlie+boot+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438883286929412498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S3rLiHQ8kZI/AAAAAAAAB-k/tnFvn5HMQiE/s400/charlie+boot+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S3rLhyI-UkI/AAAAAAAAB-c/1XBtF581bDY/s1600-h/stetson+boot+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438883281258828354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S3rLhyI-UkI/AAAAAAAAB-c/1XBtF581bDY/s400/stetson+boot+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/686773714492046637-6673863223170591793?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/6673863223170591793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=6673863223170591793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/6673863223170591793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/6673863223170591793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-new-love.html' title='My new love!!!!!'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S3rLiHQ8kZI/AAAAAAAAB-k/tnFvn5HMQiE/s72-c/charlie+boot+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-2937474368596999300</id><published>2010-01-21T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T13:37:00.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great New Cooking Blog</title><content type='html'>As many of you NOW know, I am not a really great cook.  I try hard, but I just can't get the bug for gourmet cooking.  I really want to be one of those people that LOVE to cook and have dinner made at 6:00 every evening with three courses and dessert and actually like doing it!  Because I really do enjoy making something and having people be like "WOW-who made this?"  Instead of "Please don't make that again." Ha, Ha!!  Anyway, I checked on Jake's cousin Nate and his wife Kerianne's blog today and saw she started a cooking blog with new recipies.  So I thought I would pass on the site so that everyone can enjoy!!!  And maybe, just maybe, I can turn into a half decent cook! Check it out and pass it along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewhickerbasket.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.thewhickerbasket.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-2937474368596999300?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/2937474368596999300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=2937474368596999300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/2937474368596999300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/2937474368596999300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/01/great-new-cooking-blog.html' title='Great New Cooking Blog'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-5515754151991554009</id><published>2010-01-18T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T11:39:14.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digging for Dinosaur bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; For Christmas, Uncle Dustin &amp;amp; Grandma Snell gave Tai some dinosaur bones that have to be dug out of the dirt. She was so excited to do her dinosaur dig. She had to wear goggles to keep the dirt from flying into her eyes (it flew everywhere, all over the room), got her "Shizzle", aka chizzle, and her brush and away her and daddy went. It took them about 3 hours to get the dinosaur out of the dirt, but she loved ever minute of it!!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428153942495627298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S1StQEiWiCI/AAAAAAAAB9k/UrFTUbi5rn4/s400/jan+1-8,+2010+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428153951339532770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S1StQle50eI/AAAAAAAAB9s/ytNAj4m4w4Y/s400/jan+1-8,+2010+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Finally finding some bones:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428153959204623954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S1StRCyFllI/AAAAAAAAB90/P9_zdA9K-zc/s400/jan+1-8,+2010+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tai was so cute, she just kept saying, "Come on guys, lets find those bones."&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S1StSc7pUCI/AAAAAAAAB-E/zeNR4tnSAT4/s1600-h/jan+1-8,+2010+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428153983403905058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S1StSc7pUCI/AAAAAAAAB-E/zeNR4tnSAT4/s400/jan+1-8,+2010+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teya was hillarious. She wanted to help, so I got out the other set of digging tools out of another box, and found some swim goggles (the second set didn't come with them) and she was ready to help too. She just liked to use the brush and brush away the pebbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S1StR5DeVGI/AAAAAAAAB98/bqjthTK7yZ4/s1600-h/jan+1-8,+2010+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428153973773063266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S1StR5DeVGI/AAAAAAAAB98/bqjthTK7yZ4/s400/jan+1-8,+2010+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy was such a good "Assistant to the Paleontologist" or "Assistant Paleontologist" however you want to look at it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428165981269670018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S1S4M0dwOII/AAAAAAAAB-U/MgaEAi3Qtmw/s400/jan+1-8,+2010+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The first bone dug out of the dirt: A Tail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428165972299103026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S1S4MTDAOzI/AAAAAAAAB-M/2cDGucNvf58/s400/jan+1-8,+2010+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-5515754151991554009?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/5515754151991554009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=5515754151991554009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/5515754151991554009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/5515754151991554009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/01/digging-for-dinosaur-bones.html' title='Digging for Dinosaur bones'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S1StQEiWiCI/AAAAAAAAB9k/UrFTUbi5rn4/s72-c/jan+1-8,+2010+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-332285584239222105</id><published>2010-01-14T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:08:11.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to poison my family?</title><content type='html'>Since Jake and I have been married, I have asked him to tell me if he doesn't like something that I make for dinner.  I would hate to slave over something (because I have) that I think he likes and have him not really like it.  There have been a couple things over the years that he has really hated, and he has nicely asked me not to make EVER again!  My personality is totally not offended by that, we have got more laughs out of it than anything!  Well, this week I went above and beyond!!! I haven't been so good at getting dinner done, and at the last minute, I will throw something together.  But on Tuesday, I was being good and got dinner made and cooked before I had to be to cheer.  At lunch, I told Jake that dinner was cooked and in the fridge, all he had to do was warm it up.  He ended up coming to get the girls from cheer for me, so that meant he was on daddy duty to get them fed.  About an hour after he got home, he called me at cheer and our conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: What is that you made for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;T: it is cream of chicken enchilada's, why?&lt;br /&gt;J:Tiff, you should have seen your little two year old, she started to dry heave.&lt;br /&gt;t:Why, what is wrong with it?&lt;br /&gt;J: I am not trying to be rude or anything, but it sucks, where did you get the recipie?&lt;br /&gt;T: We used to make them at college all the time.  What is wrong with them?&lt;br /&gt;J: Tiff, they are not good.  All of us are sick, and couldn't get them down.&lt;br /&gt;t: (ha ha ha) I am sorry, we used to make them all the time, I wonder why they taste so bad.&lt;br /&gt;j: I wish I could have got it on video to see Teya trying so hard to gag it down so that she could have icecream after dinner, and then Tai got grossed out too!&lt;br /&gt;t:  (still giggling) Well sorry, I will see what they taste like when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;j: please don't ever make those again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I got home, THEY WERE NOT GOOD!!!  I even started to gag on them.  I am not sure where I went wrong, but wow!!!  Jake and I laughed about it all night.  Right before we went to bed he said, "I have had some pretty disgusting things in my life, but that ranks in the top two, were you trying to poison us?!?"  I started laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want to hear it, any story of yours, so I don't feel like the only bad cook around here!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-332285584239222105?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/332285584239222105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=332285584239222105' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/332285584239222105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/332285584239222105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/01/trying-to-poison-my-family.html' title='Trying to poison my family?'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-1609986433971171103</id><published>2010-01-06T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T13:57:20.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted House Fundraiser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For a fundraiser for the Dynamite Cheerleaders, they did a Haunted House.  All the girls got involved and were in charge of a room in the house.  We had it up to the Blackhawk Arena, it was cold, it was dark, and it was fun.  My girls wanted to go through it, so the night before I got dressed up, Kellie and I took our girls through and told all the cheerleaders to not be scarry!  My girls liked it pretty good, they just kept wondering what they were doing looking like that.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0UGjkanHrI/AAAAAAAAB9c/9ckU9EmuuaA/s1600-h/aug-nov+2009+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423748534378110642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0UGjkanHrI/AAAAAAAAB9c/9ckU9EmuuaA/s400/aug-nov+2009+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coach Tiffany &amp;amp; Coach Mindy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0UGjFwMujI/AAAAAAAAB9U/w3pRVTpEjHc/s1600-h/aug-nov+2009+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423748526147156530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0UGjFwMujI/AAAAAAAAB9U/w3pRVTpEjHc/s400/aug-nov+2009+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0UF31HLU3I/AAAAAAAAB9M/SrZky9vUEFs/s1600-h/aug-nov+2009+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423747782945756018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0UF31HLU3I/AAAAAAAAB9M/SrZky9vUEFs/s400/aug-nov+2009+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0UF3fY9nwI/AAAAAAAAB9E/50uraqUbyhM/s1600-h/aug-nov+2009+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423747777114775298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0UF3fY9nwI/AAAAAAAAB9E/50uraqUbyhM/s400/aug-nov+2009+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0UF2xCrUzI/AAAAAAAAB88/Izb2vx6EYlY/s1600-h/aug-nov+2009+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423747764673270578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0UF2xCrUzI/AAAAAAAAB88/Izb2vx6EYlY/s400/aug-nov+2009+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0UF2Yy1btI/AAAAAAAAB80/Uv3C7jyCmxM/s1600-h/aug-nov+2009+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423747758164373202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0UF2Yy1btI/AAAAAAAAB80/Uv3C7jyCmxM/s400/aug-nov+2009+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0UF1k0N6AI/AAAAAAAAB8s/-D3RgyIQDrM/s1600-h/aug-nov+2009+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423747744211527682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0UF1k0N6AI/AAAAAAAAB8s/-D3RgyIQDrM/s400/aug-nov+2009+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-1609986433971171103?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/1609986433971171103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=1609986433971171103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/1609986433971171103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/1609986433971171103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/01/haunted-house-fundraiser.html' title='Haunted House Fundraiser'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0UGjkanHrI/AAAAAAAAB9c/9ckU9EmuuaA/s72-c/aug-nov+2009+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-1512292466195438623</id><published>2010-01-06T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T13:43:14.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Snell's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime we go to my parent's house, my mom always has something fun planned for the girls to do.  Over the holiday's they make mummy cookies out of gingerbread men, and she also dipped strawberries in chocholate.  YUMMY!!!  The kids always make a mess and she never cares, Thanks mom for being so fun and patient with the 4 girls!!!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0UBqD3gGZI/AAAAAAAAB8k/r7JmcSYCWRA/s1600-h/october+2009+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423743148341860754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0UBqD3gGZI/AAAAAAAAB8k/r7JmcSYCWRA/s400/october+2009+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom's work sent the strawberries home with her, so they were freshly picked from Cook's Farm and Greenhouse, and they were oh so good!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0UBpxa3KWI/AAAAAAAAB8c/cLuOQmfq1oA/s1600-h/october+2009+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423743143389899106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0UBpxa3KWI/AAAAAAAAB8c/cLuOQmfq1oA/s400/october+2009+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma gave each of the girls their own plate with chocholate on it and a couple strawberries to dip in it.  Of course Teya's picture says it all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0UBpLKB7zI/AAAAAAAAB8U/edVXvTKgulM/s1600-h/october+2009+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423743133118754610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0UBpLKB7zI/AAAAAAAAB8U/edVXvTKgulM/s400/october+2009+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tai took special care to get hers done before tasting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0UBoodoBWI/AAAAAAAAB8M/D8lcrsuvQdU/s1600-h/october+2009+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423743123805701474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0UBoodoBWI/AAAAAAAAB8M/D8lcrsuvQdU/s400/october+2009+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are so good to us!!! Thank you for all you guys do for our family! And for all the fun times we have had over the last couple months while we have been down about Jake being out of town!!! You guys are always there with open arms!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0UBoM8qISI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TLCfu3I7wHg/s1600-h/october+2009+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423743116419670306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0UBoM8qISI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TLCfu3I7wHg/s400/october+2009+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&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/686773714492046637-1512292466195438623?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/1512292466195438623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=1512292466195438623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/1512292466195438623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/1512292466195438623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/01/grandma-snells.html' title='Grandma Snell&apos;s'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0UBqD3gGZI/AAAAAAAAB8k/r7JmcSYCWRA/s72-c/october+2009+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-7853177218877368174</id><published>2010-01-06T13:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T13:22:07.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twlight girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0T-sNKDqbI/AAAAAAAAB78/dNm0WaqTVjM/s1600-h/nov+%2709+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423739886660463026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0T-sNKDqbI/AAAAAAAAB78/dNm0WaqTVjM/s400/nov+%2709+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A group of us girls got together to go see the Second Twilight movie.  We had so much fun.  The crowd was into it and it was a killer movie!!!Thanks girls for a fun night out!!! And Thank you Edward &amp;amp; Jacob!!!&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/686773714492046637-7853177218877368174?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/7853177218877368174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=7853177218877368174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/7853177218877368174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/7853177218877368174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/01/twlight-girls.html' title='Twlight girls'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0T-sNKDqbI/AAAAAAAAB78/dNm0WaqTVjM/s72-c/nov+%2709+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-5334282095177804117</id><published>2010-01-06T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T13:19:23.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for laughs:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0T-Lel4ddI/AAAAAAAAB70/_P5u7c0VYKc/s1600-h/nov+%2709+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423739324404889042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0T-Lel4ddI/AAAAAAAAB70/_P5u7c0VYKc/s400/nov+%2709+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day when Mal was up, we came across our boys' letterman jackets from high school, so what did we do, we modeled them!!!! We hired the best photographer we could find (AKA Tanner) and got to work! We were laughing so hard!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0T81O-ev2I/AAAAAAAAB7s/0PUzLJMRx-4/s1600-h/nov+%2709+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0T80qbF8yI/AAAAAAAAB7k/PZbEfRqC1rU/s1600-h/nov+%2709+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423737832932242210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0T80qbF8yI/AAAAAAAAB7k/PZbEfRqC1rU/s400/nov+%2709+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0T80NStEMI/AAAAAAAAB7c/Y_juW9QW60A/s1600-h/nov+%2709+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423737825112428738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0T80NStEMI/AAAAAAAAB7c/Y_juW9QW60A/s400/nov+%2709+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe that I have been in the Quarnberg family for 9 years and never thought to take a picture like this behind the festive yule log!!! We laughed pretty hard about this one too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0T8zh2FrfI/AAAAAAAAB7U/ZEIW-ZA2KEE/s1600-h/nov+%2709+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423737813449682418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0T8zh2FrfI/AAAAAAAAB7U/ZEIW-ZA2KEE/s400/nov+%2709+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-5334282095177804117?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/5334282095177804117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=5334282095177804117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/5334282095177804117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/5334282095177804117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-for-laughs.html' title='Just for laughs:'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0T-Lel4ddI/AAAAAAAAB70/_P5u7c0VYKc/s72-c/nov+%2709+040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-7354576546479034248</id><published>2010-01-05T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T11:32:14.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tai has been wanting her ears pierced ever since last winter when she went to work with daddy and he was ear tagging some calves and he told Tai that he was piercing their ears.  From then on, she has wanted to get hers done.  So for her 5th birthday, Jake and I decided that she could get them done.  He just happened to be out of town (lucky dog) for the event.  But my mom filled in as my support.  Anyone who knows me, knows how well I love shots or needles.  So I needed someone to help me through this.  (How funny that Tai was just calm as could be, I was the one that was a mess).  Here she is getting ready.  She got to pick what earing she wanted and she picked the cutest one in my opinion.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423336031570321250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0OPYvtTX2I/AAAAAAAAB6s/6gWt1TQQdk8/s400/october+2009+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here the lady was talking to us, I love how I am not really focused, but Tai is all ears!!! (no pun intended, ha ha)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423336037652653698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0OPZGXcZoI/AAAAAAAAB60/hU6_NXga3q4/s400/october+2009+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ok, this is where things got bad, Like seriously, look at my face, I saw the needles coming and freaked!!! But once again, Tai was cool, calm, and collected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0OQIcJyRUI/AAAAAAAAB68/85kkopg6Vkc/s1600-h/october+2009+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423336850954798402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0OQIcJyRUI/AAAAAAAAB68/85kkopg6Vkc/s400/october+2009+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It all went well for Tai!! She only jumped a little bit, didn't cry or anything, just was like, "what just happened!!!!"  Me on the otherhand, had to sit there on the chair and put my head down, I was starting to hyperventilate, and my world was getting dizzy.  The lady that helped us and all the spectators (there was like 4 or 5) were laughing at me, including my mom!!!!!  The worst thing was, this didn't even happen to me, Tai was fine and I was the one about to pass out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423336861660547634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0OQJECPCjI/AAAAAAAAB7E/Qe4H1z88dbE/s400/october+2009+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good job Tai, for being so brave!!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423336869526217522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0OQJhVjozI/AAAAAAAAB7M/3pkq4gZU54k/s400/october+2009+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks mom for being there to help me through this rough time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423336009567443090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0OPXdvaGJI/AAAAAAAAB6U/nZxufwqEwRE/s400/oct+2009-+getting+Tai%27s+ear+peirced.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of our gifts to Tai for her birthday was to go riding with daddy!  Tai has always loved doing this and they just happened to need to move cattle around the time of her big day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0OPYOJsv2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/Vcu8AQHnEzg/s1600-h/oct+22,+2009+028+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423336022562619234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0OPYOJsv2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/Vcu8AQHnEzg/s400/oct+22,+2009+028+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little Cowgirl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0OPX0kpEwI/AAAAAAAAB6c/HddCiEHw3bY/s1600-h/oct+22,+2009+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423336015696302850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0OPX0kpEwI/AAAAAAAAB6c/HddCiEHw3bY/s400/oct+22,+2009+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-7354576546479034248?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/7354576546479034248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=7354576546479034248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/7354576546479034248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/7354576546479034248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/01/birthday-gift.html' title='Birthday gift'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0OPYvtTX2I/AAAAAAAAB6s/6gWt1TQQdk8/s72-c/october+2009+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-148037170024077064</id><published>2010-01-05T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T11:04:08.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tai's 5th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just can't believe that my baby girl turned 5!  We decided to go bowling for her celebration.  We invited the Shaw's to go with us since our kids love eachother (most of the time) and are such good friends.  She also said that she wanted to see the Manti Temple, se we took her to see it&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/oct222009010.jpg"&gt;.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/oct222009010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tai got a lot of calls from family and friends wishing her happy birthday.  This phone call happened to be from my mom, but Tai was so into bowling that she couldn't focus to talk to grandma to good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/oct222009004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/oct222009004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday-you got to be "thumb up" this year!!! Ha ha ha (Last year when she turned 4 she kept saying that she wanted to be "thumb up" for her birthday, because you know when you hold up 4 fingers, your thumb is down, so she kept saying that she wanted to be thumb up.)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/oct222009001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids had so much fun.  Teya didn't really care about bowling, she was just infactuated with the ball return machine (whatever that is called).  But all the other girls had fun taking turns rolling the ball down the alley.  Several occasions, we were wondering if the ball was EVER going to reach the pins, and a couple times, we had to walk down the isle and get the ball because it stopped.  Fun was had by all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/oct222009003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/oct222009003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watch out Bowling Leagues!!! These girls are on the rise!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/oct222009008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bowling, we took the girls for a ride around the temple.  Both of them kept wanting to get out and go in the temple.  In fact, when we were driving away, Teya kept crying for about 10-15 minutes, saying that she wanted to go in the temple, please mommy!!!!  It was cute, I turned to her and said, "honey, I hope you still feel that way in about 20 years!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/oct222009021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/oct222009021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I might be a little partial, but the Manti Temple is one the coolest looking temples EVER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/oct222009016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/oct222009016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;My gorgeous family:  Can't get enough of them!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/oct222009019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/oct222009019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-148037170024077064?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/148037170024077064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=148037170024077064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/148037170024077064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/148037170024077064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/01/tais-5th-birthday.html' title='Tai&apos;s 5th Birthday'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-4917135820831288570</id><published>2010-01-05T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T10:21:28.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Snell Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This holiday season, all my siblings were in town for Christmas.  So we seized the opportunity to have family pictures, it has been about 4 years since we last had any and you know, when you start having kids, they are never updated and current.  My cousin Heather and her husband Scott were the fabulous team to get these all put together for us!!! Thanks guys, they turned out great!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0OB9fSGguI/AAAAAAAAB6M/bcJvmkQrQ1c/s1600-h/snell+fam+dec+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423321269653635810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0OB9fSGguI/AAAAAAAAB6M/bcJvmkQrQ1c/s400/snell+fam+dec+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It got so cold outside, that we ended up going to my parents house for some indoor shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0OB9MhbRlI/AAAAAAAAB6E/Q6xR74bjYOE/s1600-h/jake+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423321264617637458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0OB9MhbRlI/AAAAAAAAB6E/Q6xR74bjYOE/s400/jake+and+i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is totally us, this is one of my very fav's.  We were all laughing and goofing with Lacey that she was so short compared to the rest of us, so this is what happened:  I love it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0OB8wgVRrI/AAAAAAAAB58/CdX86Ms2zbA/s1600-h/snell+goof+offs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423321257096857266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0OB8wgVRrI/AAAAAAAAB58/CdX86Ms2zbA/s400/snell+goof+offs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On facebook, I had a cousin comment that we look like we are a band, and that she couldn't wait to hear the cd! I had to laugh, we sort of look like that.  But just love these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0OB8kdXtDI/AAAAAAAAB50/HONNMGw4DdI/s1600-h/snell+band+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423321253863207986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0OB8kdXtDI/AAAAAAAAB50/HONNMGw4DdI/s400/snell+band+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L to R) Dustin, Tiffany, Lacey, and Shad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0OB8Iy6zjI/AAAAAAAAB5s/v_Du9zZKDw0/s1600-h/sibling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423321246437396018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0OB8Iy6zjI/AAAAAAAAB5s/v_Du9zZKDw0/s400/sibling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-4917135820831288570?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/4917135820831288570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=4917135820831288570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/4917135820831288570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/4917135820831288570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-snell-family-pictures.html' title='New Snell Family Pictures'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0OB9fSGguI/AAAAAAAAB6M/bcJvmkQrQ1c/s72-c/snell+fam+dec+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-3489220752320433321</id><published>2010-01-04T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T16:04:09.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So cute</title><content type='html'>On the way down to Karter's Birthday party, Teya wanted to hold my hand, but this is how it had to be done!  What a sweetheart!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0KBhPyHQRI/AAAAAAAAB5c/odA8ryxlmuo/s1600-h/nov+8+2009+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423039309479887122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0KBhPyHQRI/AAAAAAAAB5c/odA8ryxlmuo/s400/nov+8+2009+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0KBgS-RvtI/AAAAAAAAB5U/Fq3On_K9t7o/s1600-h/nov+8+2009+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423039293156343506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0KBgS-RvtI/AAAAAAAAB5U/Fq3On_K9t7o/s400/nov+8+2009+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/686773714492046637-3489220752320433321?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/3489220752320433321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=3489220752320433321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/3489220752320433321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/3489220752320433321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-cute.html' title='So cute'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0KBhPyHQRI/AAAAAAAAB5c/odA8ryxlmuo/s72-c/nov+8+2009+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-1823963294231825073</id><published>2010-01-04T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T15:57:30.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Karter</title><content type='html'>The girls and I rode down to Hurricane to celebrate karter's 2nd Birthday.  I was in the mode to take goofy pictures of us all, so here are some of my fav's.&lt;br /&gt;Tanner and I:  He is Westside Lost Creek, I am Eastside Lost Creek.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0J8yDZo5DI/AAAAAAAAB5M/eUxiqGYKI8g/s1600-h/nov+8+2009+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423034100655645746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0J8yDZo5DI/AAAAAAAAB5M/eUxiqGYKI8g/s400/nov+8+2009+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kipp, Mal, Me, and Tanner:  Two people missed the memo to be hard core: :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0J8xS-0MbI/AAAAAAAAB5E/URfK4KkE4Lg/s1600-h/nov+8+2009+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423034087658238386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0J8xS-0MbI/AAAAAAAAB5E/URfK4KkE4Lg/s400/nov+8+2009+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal, Paula, and I- the Quarnberg girls: Stylin' hats, we know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0J8xDiQfoI/AAAAAAAAB48/_EfDa_D7xTg/s1600-h/nov+8+2009+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423034083511926402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0J8xDiQfoI/AAAAAAAAB48/_EfDa_D7xTg/s400/nov+8+2009+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls loved playing with all of Karter's toys.  Even when he was opening up his presents, my girls were right in the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0J8wVrz6gI/AAAAAAAAB40/3ThHQUX9XoI/s1600-h/nov+8+2009+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423034071203965442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0J8wVrz6gI/AAAAAAAAB40/3ThHQUX9XoI/s400/nov+8+2009+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday Karter- we Love you so much and are so glad that you are doing so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-1823963294231825073?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/1823963294231825073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=1823963294231825073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/1823963294231825073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/1823963294231825073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-karter.html' title='Happy Birthday Karter'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0J8yDZo5DI/AAAAAAAAB5M/eUxiqGYKI8g/s72-c/nov+8+2009+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-3173511561854903248</id><published>2010-01-04T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T15:35:52.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The show must go on:</title><content type='html'>When the Daddy's are away- we have some serious Shaw time (play time at the Shaw's house).  This particular day, while Misty and I were upstairs learning how to sell Bohemian Cowgirl jewelry for our upcoming INFR (Indian National Finals Rodeo).  The girls were so good, they just played downstairs and prepared a show for us to see.  The choreographed everything and each one had a turn.  It was so funny.  For these girls, nothing gets in the way of preforming.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423031191983710226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0J6IvwNYBI/AAAAAAAAB4c/qm5msfifruU/s400/nov+8-9,+2009+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0J6JIzVE8I/AAAAAAAAB4k/btTTNqbgiag/s1600-h/nov+8-9,+2009+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423031198707684290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0J6JIzVE8I/AAAAAAAAB4k/btTTNqbgiag/s400/nov+8-9,+2009+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Watch out Spice Girls, there's a new group on the rise:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423031212657997602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0J6J8xV9yI/AAAAAAAAB4s/wUkhACOlBDM/s400/nov+8-9,+2009+017.JPG" border="0" /&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/686773714492046637-3173511561854903248?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/3173511561854903248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=3173511561854903248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/3173511561854903248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/3173511561854903248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2010/01/show-must-go-on.html' title='The show must go on:'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/S0J6IvwNYBI/AAAAAAAAB4c/qm5msfifruU/s72-c/nov+8-9,+2009+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-5166167376891820784</id><published>2009-12-08T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:52:52.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>We made the voyage up to my parents house for Halloween this year.  My mom and dad have never got to be around my girls for this holiday, and Jake was in Vegas, so we went up there.  I was really worried that Teya wasn't going to wear anything, because everytime I tried to put something on her, she FREAKED OUT!!!!  She kept telling everyone that she wanted to be a "Dumbo" (elephant), so I called my mom and had her try to find an outfit.  I honestly think that she thought Halloween was something she got and she was going to get a toy Dumbo.  But luckily, I got her in one of Tai's old dance costumes (cheapest was to go).&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/october2009097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 531px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 799px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/october2009097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; I still can not believe how pretty Tai looks in this picture!  She and I had been going rounds about this costume too.  It was a costume that I had worn when I was a little girl.  It is a genie.  Well it has a tube top, and I told her she had to wear something under it or she wasn't wearing it. Knock down-drag out after knock down-drag out, she finally decided that wearing something under it was ok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/october2009096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 531px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 799px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/october2009096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/october2009093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 799px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 531px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/october2009093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For trick or treating, we went down to my sister Lacey's neighborhood.  They have tons of houses right there together.  That meant we got to go with the cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 799px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 531px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/october2009109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/686773714492046637-5166167376891820784?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/5166167376891820784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=5166167376891820784' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/5166167376891820784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/5166167376891820784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/12/halloween-2009.html' title='Halloween 2009'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-8806302779159444885</id><published>2009-12-01T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:33:13.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillarious</title><content type='html'>I know that I have other things that I should be blogging, but my friend Suz sent me this and I though I would share it with the world!!!! Go Cougars!!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SxXt3CNoVYI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/E_roZf-z9M8/s1600-h/by+george.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410492057098147202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SxXt3CNoVYI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/E_roZf-z9M8/s400/by+george.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/686773714492046637-8806302779159444885?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/8806302779159444885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=8806302779159444885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/8806302779159444885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/8806302779159444885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/12/hillarious.html' title='Hillarious'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SxXt3CNoVYI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/E_roZf-z9M8/s72-c/by+george.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-6284931258364065749</id><published>2009-11-10T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T08:12:05.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what I was woke up to at 6:00 am this morning.  How cute is that? My body must have known that I was missing a photo opportunity and it knew to get up!!! LOL&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SvmQDyEqfTI/AAAAAAAAB4I/J0ctcnMb97w/s1600-h/nov+8-9,+2009+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402507622662962482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SvmQDyEqfTI/AAAAAAAAB4I/J0ctcnMb97w/s400/nov+8-9,+2009+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-6284931258364065749?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/6284931258364065749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=6284931258364065749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/6284931258364065749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/6284931258364065749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/11/waking-up.html' title='Waking up'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SvmQDyEqfTI/AAAAAAAAB4I/J0ctcnMb97w/s72-c/nov+8-9,+2009+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-8656012867864015685</id><published>2009-11-06T07:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T07:48:58.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been pretty amazed with how smart Tai has gotten the last little while. Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;1-My brother Dustin gave her a DVD called Letter Factory for Christmas last year. She has watched it a couple times over the year, nothing serious. We got it out a while back and she watched it a couple times on a trip to Vegas. Well now she can tell you what sound each letter makes. I am in awe! If that wasn't cool enough that she picked that up all on her own thanks to that DVD (go get it everyone!), but now when she says words, she is starting to figure out what letters are in that word, due to the sounds that word makes. She tries to figure out what letter that word starts or ends with, and also what other letters she can hear in the middle. She has been doing this for a couple months, which means she was doing this when she was 4. What???? I don't think I even knew what a letter was at 4, let alone what sound each letter makes. Kids just keep getting smarter and smarter at earlier ages!!! You go TAI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-She has become a walking encyclopedia on Dinosaurs. The other night we were out to grandpa and Grandma Quarnbergs and she was telling them all about dinosaurs. They couldn't belive it. Not only can she tell you the names of the dinosaurs (even I can't do that, those are hard to say and remember), but she can tell you if they are omnivores, herbivores, or carnivores (huge words), and how to tell the difference between those three, how big each dinosaur is, what their preditors or prey are (huge words again), how fast they can run, if they migrate, how they protect themselves from other dinosaurs, how their bones got to be fossils and on, and on, and on. It is actually pretty cool. She is now telling us that she wants to be a Paleontologist and dig up a “whole dinosaur” with a hammer, chizzel and a brush. I just love it!! Keep dreaming big sweetheart and someday we will see you out on a dig site, digging up your very first WHOLE DINOSAUR!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-8656012867864015685?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/8656012867864015685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=8656012867864015685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/8656012867864015685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/8656012867864015685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-been-pretty-amazed-with-how.html' title=''/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-8222330806661056105</id><published>2009-11-02T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T08:58:22.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tai at a BYU game</title><content type='html'>Tai has been asking Jake and I to take her to a BYU game, so we bought one of Aaron &amp;amp; Suz's extra tickets and we took Tai.  She LOVED it and has been asking to go back.  I even got her a BYU shirt to wear.&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept30-oct409009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept30-oct409009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The guys and the girls had to split up because we only have 4 seats right by eachother. I sent Tai to sit with Jake, and here is what I kept looking over to see:  He would hold her high up in the air and she would dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept30-oct409010copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept30-oct409010copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little BYU girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept30-oct409013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept30-oct409013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting with daddy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept30-oct409012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept30-oct409012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suz and her kids, Payton &amp;amp; Addie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept30-oct409015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept30-oct409015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were walking back to the car, Jake kept right on holding her high in the air, and she just kept on dancing and shaking it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept30-oct409018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept30-oct409018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-8222330806661056105?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/8222330806661056105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=8222330806661056105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/8222330806661056105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/8222330806661056105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/11/tai-at-byu-game.html' title='Tai at a BYU game'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-3321292776070867568</id><published>2009-11-01T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:07:20.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYU Quarnberg Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept22-262009010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept22-262009010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jake ended up having to work for one of our home BYU Football games!! I know it was like against all we stand for, but hey, it happened. So at the last minute I needed to find someone to go with me, so I asked Mal. She said "Yes" and away we went. We had so much fun together. I kept grabbing her arm and throwing it in the air to help me cheer for the BYU Cougars, she even bought herself a cougar shirt, there is no turning back now!! She and I had a great time together!!! Thanks for going with me Mal and having a fun girls day!!! I am so glad that you are my sister!!!! Now I have someone to help me put up with all these Quarnberg boys!!!&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept22-262009013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept22-262009013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/686773714492046637-3321292776070867568?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/3321292776070867568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=3321292776070867568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/3321292776070867568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/3321292776070867568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/11/byu-quarnberg-girls.html' title='BYU Quarnberg Girls'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-5990617006932501995</id><published>2009-10-22T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:00:56.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanner's homecoming game</title><content type='html'>I decided this year, that the girls and I were going to be FESTIVE for Tanner's last homecoming game. (Yeah, he is a senior!! Sad huh? I met him on his fifth birthday-Jake brought me from college to meet all his family at Tanner's family birthday party, sniff, sniff!!!  My how time flies, now he is all grown up!)  Anyway, we went out to my mother in law's house to see if she had any of the right colors!!! I can always count on her to come through for me, so that I didn't have to go spend $2.00 on tole paint!!!! Man that would have been a tragedy. :)  :)  Mal and Karter were out there, so they joined in on the fun and this is how we all turned out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept22-262009008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept22-262009008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teya wouldn't let me paint her face, so she got some on the back of her hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept22-262009006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;karter sat so still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept22-262009005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept22-262009005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tai loved every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept22-262009004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept22-262009004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the game, Karter loved watching all the boys warming up!  I was glad I caught it in a picture how excited he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept-oct2009037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And then there were my two little cheerleaders!  Tai and Teya were dancing all over the place, loving all the attention.  Imagine that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept-oct2009028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept-oct2009028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept-oct2009027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept-oct2009027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have wanted to get a picture of this for quite a while.  Pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept-oct2009043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-5990617006932501995?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/5990617006932501995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=5990617006932501995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/5990617006932501995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/5990617006932501995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/10/tanner.html' title='Tanner&apos;s homecoming game'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-7206453293732698711</id><published>2009-10-22T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T07:05:02.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That time of year again</title><content type='html'>When the leaves start to change and the weather gets a little chilly-we know it is time to bring the cattle home. I love, Love, LOVE the fall, and pretty much everything that comes with it, other than the super cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Round-Up" week started out with an overnight camping trip up to the Grazing Pasture with daddy. He was going to be getting up really early to get his horse saddled and get ready to meet all the other Cowboys, but we were on strick orders to just hang out and have fun when we woke up. Of course my little Teya was the first up and had to go potty. So out of the really warm bed and out into the really cold morning. That had done it for me. I got the girls up, cleaned up our bedding and into the truck we went to head home. As I was closing the last gate on our way out, I turned around to this picture!!! Gorgeous!!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395422509101671986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SuBkL5Qm5jI/AAAAAAAAB3o/IRHh3Z_NRSs/s400/sept+30-oct+4,+09+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I got feeling a little bad for Jake since he was going to be staying in the trailer all week and it was FLIPPIN' cold up there so we ended up driving back up there the same day to bring him an electric space heater (which he said "SUCKED"-and didn't help)!  But we were lucky enough to catch the guys right after lunch and so the girls got to go on a horse ride:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395422517891625650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SuBkMaAS8rI/AAAAAAAAB3w/rNOKyY_eecE/s400/sept+30-oct+4,+09+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I know that I am a little biased, but gosh my cowboy is darn cute!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SuBkNQ9D26I/AAAAAAAAB4A/9cH8beatRpg/s1600-h/sept+30-oct+4,+09+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395422532642003874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SuBkNQ9D26I/AAAAAAAAB4A/9cH8beatRpg/s400/sept+30-oct+4,+09+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls DID NOT want to get off Arizona.  They love to ride horses!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SuBkM3o4i1I/AAAAAAAAB34/2jD_3LumzN0/s1600-h/sept+30-oct+4,+09+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395422525846489938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SuBkM3o4i1I/AAAAAAAAB34/2jD_3LumzN0/s400/sept+30-oct+4,+09+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-7206453293732698711?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/7206453293732698711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=7206453293732698711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/7206453293732698711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/7206453293732698711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-time-of-year-again.html' title='That time of year again'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SuBkL5Qm5jI/AAAAAAAAB3o/IRHh3Z_NRSs/s72-c/sept+30-oct+4,+09+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-6858208779741593678</id><published>2009-10-05T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:16:32.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matching Cousins</title><content type='html'>The last time we went up to my mom's, she suprised all the girls with matching jammies.  They were so darn cute.  Thanks Grandma!!!&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept19-2109009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept19-2109007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept19-2109007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept19-2109006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept19-2109006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-6858208779741593678?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/6858208779741593678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=6858208779741593678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/6858208779741593678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/6858208779741593678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/10/matching-cousins.html' title='Matching Cousins'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-6965482747974419832</id><published>2009-10-05T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:12:25.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarnberg Punkin' Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was Kendall's birthday last weekend, so we ALL got together.  Not to many times in a year are all the Quarnbergs &amp;amp; Grandma Whicker there for a picture.  So I made everyone stay for a quick snapshot, thanks to timers on cameras.  &lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/grampcamera09121copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/grampcamera09121copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma, Grandpa and Uncle Tanner have had a really nice garden this year.  They have had Kipp help them do a lot of cement around it and they built up with rail road ties for the garden.  So while we were all together, Grandma wanted all the grandkids to go out and pick a pumpkin.  The kids all loved it and Grandma was so excited that she grew them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/grampcamera09094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/grampcamera09094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teya picking her pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/grampcamera09098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/grampcamera09098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma cutting each of the pumpkins off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/grampcamera09100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/grampcamera09100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, none of the kids wanted to look at the camera, but we had to document each of their pumpkins that they picked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/grampcamera09109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/grampcamera09109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma cutting out Tai's pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/grampcamera09103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/grampcamera09103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/grampcamera09111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/grampcamera09111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/grampcamera09114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/grampcamera09114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-6965482747974419832?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/6965482747974419832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=6965482747974419832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/6965482747974419832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/6965482747974419832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/10/quarnberg-punkin-patch.html' title='Quarnberg Punkin&apos; Patch'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-8174134220011333412</id><published>2009-10-05T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:58:31.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday afternoon when it's cold outside</title><content type='html'>This is what the girls wanted to do after confrence on Sunday. They got out their rubbermaid full of stuffed animals and covered daddy! They thought it was so much fun!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SspVPrN-IUI/AAAAAAAAB3g/EZM3VGqb1xA/s1600-h/oct+4-5,09+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389213631889940802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SspVPrN-IUI/AAAAAAAAB3g/EZM3VGqb1xA/s400/oct+4-5,09+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SspVOvgmk5I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/3woBmWYV7q4/s1600-h/oct+4-5,09+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389213615861961618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SspVOvgmk5I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/3woBmWYV7q4/s400/oct+4-5,09+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running back and forth to bring the animals out of their room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SspVOOeIsHI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/tPoTBp118SI/s1600-h/oct+4-5,09+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389213606993244274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SspVOOeIsHI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/tPoTBp118SI/s400/oct+4-5,09+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My parents call Teya a little bunny rabbit because she always does this with her arms. yes, that is daddy under there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SspVNcjhRgI/AAAAAAAAB3I/dikxwXCIBc8/s1600-h/oct+4-5,09+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389213593594054146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SspVNcjhRgI/AAAAAAAAB3I/dikxwXCIBc8/s400/oct+4-5,09+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-8174134220011333412?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/8174134220011333412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=8174134220011333412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/8174134220011333412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/8174134220011333412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday-afternoon-when-its-cold-outside.html' title='Sunday afternoon when it&apos;s cold outside'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SspVPrN-IUI/AAAAAAAAB3g/EZM3VGqb1xA/s72-c/oct+4-5,09+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-4661515616440762853</id><published>2009-10-05T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:05:57.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasty Note:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A couple weeks ago I talked to one of the Salina City workers and was told that we were sent a letter (that i hadn't got yet) about our weeds. I was told that we had so many days to take care of them before we were to be sent a VERY strongly worded letter and then an officer would be sent over to our home to cite us. I was stunned and asked, "you will send an officer over to give me a ticket for my weeds?" She said yes! What the crap??????!!!!!!??????? So a little tid bit for many of you that don't know that we moved to Salina and bought an older home and fixed up. We have been living here since the middle of July and have done quite a bit of work to it. Got the front and back yard looking nice and green and mostly weed free! Our neighbors had been taking care of the yard for quite some time, so it didn't need a lot of work, just daily TLC!!! We have a total of about 3/4 of an acre but most of that is fenced off in the back. Well, those are the weeds that they were having a fit about, the ones in the very back. So here are some pictures of it- Yeah, they were big and out of control, but I am only one woman. I can only do so much when my husband is gone A LOT!!!! But whatev!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the below picture is what our house looks like now that we have done some updating. Still a work in progress, but see where I put the arrow?  That is where the weeds are.  Do you see them?  Well, they are kind of hard to see from the road. That is why we were a little baffled at our note!!!  Apparently the other kinds of people that got these "nasty notes" are the ones that have all sorts of CRAP in their yards.  You know the kind with 7-8 broken down cars, old strollers, broken kids toys, rubbermaids stacked 4 or 5 high, and all sorts of unimaginable junk.  So you can now call us the trash of Salina!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389191107967324706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SspAwnEWEiI/AAAAAAAAB3A/ZFThbHoJuX4/s400/oct+4-5,09+014+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Here is what they look like up close.  I know a bit large and in charge:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389167937942165298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Ssorr7_3lzI/AAAAAAAAB2o/47J0f7X_CR4/s400/sept+14-19-09+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After the "note" Jake decided to try and mow them over!!! Let's just say, lawn mowers are not meant for that type of work!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SsortMlEWNI/AAAAAAAAB24/nWbOC3KErSI/s1600-h/sept+14-19-09+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389167959573027026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SsortMlEWNI/AAAAAAAAB24/nWbOC3KErSI/s400/sept+14-19-09+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our kind friends even loaned us their goats to help with the weed infetestation!  The girls love having them back there.  They get to pet and hang out with the goats!  It is kind of funny.  We just moved from the perfect place to have pets and we never had one, now we live in the city and have a cat and 2 loaner goats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SsorsdhDGzI/AAAAAAAAB2w/O2JuC39GXrM/s1600-h/sept+14-19-09+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389167946939702066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SsorsdhDGzI/AAAAAAAAB2w/O2JuC39GXrM/s400/sept+14-19-09+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-4661515616440762853?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/4661515616440762853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=4661515616440762853' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/4661515616440762853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/4661515616440762853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/10/nasty-note.html' title='Nasty Note:'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SspAwnEWEiI/AAAAAAAAB3A/ZFThbHoJuX4/s72-c/oct+4-5,09+014+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-3389083170917981786</id><published>2009-10-03T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:06:08.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While Jake was away:</title><content type='html'>I loved it when the girls wanted to talk to Jake on the phone.  I especially loved it when Teya talked to him, this is what she looked like:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept2009011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I think we were the only ones out for a walk the day it rained.  The girls had so much fun with their umbrella's.  Thanks grandma Paula for those!!!!&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept2009023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept2009023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept2009020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept2009020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teya's hair looked so funny/cute this day, so we sent a picture of it to Jake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept2009002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept2009002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tai has been blowing bubbles for a couple of years now, but she still wants me to watch every one of them that she blows!!! Good job Tai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept2009003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept2009003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-3389083170917981786?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/3389083170917981786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=3389083170917981786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/3389083170917981786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/3389083170917981786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/10/while-jake-was-away.html' title='While Jake was away:'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-6915207713838458711</id><published>2009-10-03T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T20:59:47.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool starts</title><content type='html'>While we were gone to Las Vegas, Tai missed the first two days of preschool.  But when we got back, she was ready to go.  So here she is on her first day of school!&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept2009014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/sept2009014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/686773714492046637-6915207713838458711?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/6915207713838458711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=6915207713838458711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/6915207713838458711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/6915207713838458711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/10/preschool-starts.html' title='Preschool starts'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-7925068909114425793</id><published>2009-10-03T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T20:55:24.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas with kids???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I attempted it!!! Not going to say that it was a TOTAL loss, but it was kind of a wreck. I had asked my parents if they wanted to go to Vegas with me and the girls so that we could go see Jake. (He works down there for two weeks at a time, and we were kind of missing him). I got rooms for $25 a night at the South Point and we headed down. First off Tai was fine, she was the easy one, but Little Janie Bop was OUT OF CONTROL!!!! She would lay down at any given moment and just cry, wanted to go where she wanted and if everyone didn't like that, she screamed (total two year old)! The only thing that made her happy was swimming and riding the escalators (over and over and over and over). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a couple pictures of our happy trip:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally got the girls to ride in the stroller together. I guess at some point you just need to break down and buy a double stroller. It was a contstant battle with us and the Shaws, they had a double stroller that EVERYONE wanted to ride in, at the same time!!! But we managed, good thing for taking turns-Thanks Misty for sharing!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SsgU02bikXI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/ds94xmMAQNo/s1600-h/sept+6-9,+09+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388579852345577842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SsgU02bikXI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/ds94xmMAQNo/s400/sept+6-9,+09+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took the kids to F.A.O Schwartz (huge toy store) and let them each pick a toy. The three oldest girls all picked the same thing-a Barbie car that came with two Barbies. The girls thought they were so big so carry their own bags around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SsgU0fhRQAI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/_vFpD90q92E/s1600-h/sept+6-9,+09+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388579846195593218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SsgU0fhRQAI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/_vFpD90q92E/s400/sept+6-9,+09+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teya of course headed right for the stuffed animals. She had her heart set on a pink "Dumbo" (elephant) until she saw the horses. Then she changed her mind, but as soon as we left, she wanted the elephant! I kept trying to talk her into something Barbie, I know my girls a little to well and knew they were going to fight over the car and barbies, but Jake told me to just let her get what she wanted. Boy was I right! I ended up going back there on the way out of town to get another Barbie car, I was tired to hearing them fight! I am a sucker, I know, but you can only handle so many fights a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SsgUzqZvHHI/AAAAAAAAB1I/cG2NJTjKqAo/s1600-h/sept+6-9,+09+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388579831936916594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SsgUzqZvHHI/AAAAAAAAB1I/cG2NJTjKqAo/s400/sept+6-9,+09+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom went to Express and bought some clothes and that entertained Teya for a while,she tried on the shirt and showed it off. We went to eat and my girls were so loud and bouncing all over the place. Misty and Braydan's girls were so well mannered, and just sat there. Sorry again guys for the distraction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SsgUzKJUL-I/AAAAAAAAB1A/EVRaEVy-qzg/s1600-h/sept+6-9,+09+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388579823278108642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SsgUzKJUL-I/AAAAAAAAB1A/EVRaEVy-qzg/s400/sept+6-9,+09+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day we arrived in Vegas, Teya was so tired, so lucky for me, my mom and dad stayed at the hotel to let her have a quick nap until Jake and Braydan finished up work and then they came and met us. With a little alone time, we headed to the M&amp;amp;M Store. Tai was in heaven. It was kind of fun to let Tai pick out her favorite colors of M&amp;amp;M's and also to pick out some for her sister. But be WARNED!!!!! There is not a sign that states exactly how much those M&amp;amp;M's are. UUUMMM!!!$12.99 a pound!!!! What the flip??? Well luckily we only had about a pound and a half!!! it cost me around $17.00. Only in Vegas right? But on the flip side of all this we spent that much money on M&amp;amp;M's just to have them get water logged in the cooler on the way home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SsgUyTiVAgI/AAAAAAAAB04/Kz9ztVf3nXA/s1600-h/sept+6-9,+09+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388579808619069954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SsgUyTiVAgI/AAAAAAAAB04/Kz9ztVf3nXA/s400/sept+6-9,+09+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see the Shark Encounter! It was fun and the kids all loved it! I even gave my parents a night off to go do their own thing since Grandma Snell and Uncle Alan had come down to Vegas too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388584338767635826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SsgY5_p6ZXI/AAAAAAAAB1w/gm4gG8pEaMg/s400/sept+6-9,+09+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the shark encounter there just had to be stuffed animals. Teya jumped at the opportunity to get a bunch of matching aligators together. She even tried to get me to buy all these for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388584354625904146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SsgY66u0XhI/AAAAAAAAB2A/fRpZhaA34LQ/s400/sept+6-9,+09+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Country family in the BIG city!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388584325656620322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SsgY5O0ALSI/AAAAAAAAB1o/CfQ2GD1q9hc/s400/sept+6-9,+09+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Thanks again Dad and Mom for going with me and helping me with the girls when Jake was at work. Even though it was a little stressful, we still had fun-thanks to you both!!!! I Love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388584314563702018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SsgY4lfPrQI/AAAAAAAAB1g/EAnSsaHB2bI/s400/sept+6-9,+09+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The girls having fun out of the strollers!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388584344969744578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SsgY6WwnEMI/AAAAAAAAB14/RewEN7gtCms/s400/sept+6-9,+09+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teya getting to do just what she wanted: up, down, up, down, up, down, up, down, up, down, well you get the picture!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388586936063730338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SsgbRLVjoqI/AAAAAAAAB2I/9iYA-PhZuu8/s400/sept+6-9,+09+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;One last picture before we headed back home! We love you Jake and sure miss you when you are gone. We were glad to come see you for a couple days!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388586945264482258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SsgbRtnL99I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/AH5xgbhUujU/s400/sept+6-9,+09+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-7925068909114425793?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/7925068909114425793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=7925068909114425793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/7925068909114425793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/7925068909114425793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/10/vegas-with-kids.html' title='Vegas with kids???'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SsgU02bikXI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/ds94xmMAQNo/s72-c/sept+6-9,+09+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-5705379202917066689</id><published>2009-09-24T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T08:22:55.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the words of Suz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SruNW9LGXnI/AAAAAAAAB0c/7pc2IU_D5eQ/s1600-h/sept+19-21+09+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385053204969315954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SruNW9LGXnI/AAAAAAAAB0c/7pc2IU_D5eQ/s400/sept+19-21+09+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got on my friend Suz's blog this morning and my eyes watered so much from reading her take on what happened this last weekend at our first home BYU game. We have season tickets with some of our best friends Aaron &amp;amp; Suz Shaw and we ALWAYS have a good time, no matter the outcome of the game. So I stole her whole blog, she just put it all in the right words:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aaronandsuz.blogspot.com/2009/09/cougar-post-game-round-up.html"&gt;Cougar Post-Game Round-Up&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, if you haven't heard, BYU lost on Saturday to Florida State, at home. BYU not only was ranked #7, but had not lost at home since 2005, so needless to say, it was a huge disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, we have some great friends who know how to have a good time, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have made it our little "tradition" to have our tailgates AFTER the game because traffic is horrible getting out of Provo. We figure, better to sit and hang out in the parking lot and enjoy some food and fun while the traffice clears out, than sit in the traffic and get home about the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me tell you a little bit about Jake....he is a real cowboy. Up until a few months ago, he lived on a ranch, worked on a ranch, and played on a ranch everyday. He herded cows up the mountain with horses every Spring on horseback, and about this time every year (probably in a week or two) he herds the cows back down the mountain to the ranch for the Winter. The heffers have babies, they auction of the good ones, and start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still helps at the ranch, but now mostly sells cowboy gear. Seriously, the real stuff...boots, hats, shirts, buckles, saddles, the spiky things you wear on your heels to poke the horses (spurs?! And another piece I can't remember...) and all of that fun stuff! (Remember, I'm a California girl...the closest we got to horses were the Cleisdales at Sea World).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to my point, Jake is the REAL deal. And don't worry, he was probably the only guy at the game wearing a cowboy hat and boots with his BYU shirt, and it was awesome. And to boot, (no pun intended) he had a LASSO in the truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, naturally, we played the classic game of Cowboys and Heffers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Aaron is from the country, and it is true that you can take the boy out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the boy, so he was pretty excited. Jake showed him how to prep the lasso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMh7NZqDyE/SrmoWQ8SBiI/AAAAAAAADZ0/pmUD1SubA_I/s1600-h/P9190033.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMh7NZqDyE/SrmoWQ8SBiI/AAAAAAAADZ0/pmUD1SubA_I/s400/P9190033.JPG" border="0" iq="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Then Aaron tried to round up Jake (unsuccessfully)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMh7NZqDyE/SrmoaMcY4xI/AAAAAAAADZ8/RYI1H4cPwpI/s1600-h/P9190032.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMh7NZqDyE/SrmoaMcY4xI/AAAAAAAADZ8/RYI1H4cPwpI/s400/P9190032.JPG" border="0" iq="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Then Jake showed us how it was done and called his "heffer" over (seriously, called his wife a heffer, which, as you can see, is totally off base, so he can get away with it.) Anyway, I wish I had my camera ready when he caught her, because not only did he get her, he got her around the ankles and she about went face first into the asphalt!! That would have been sad, but forunately, she only suffered a little rope burn around her arm, so we laughed hysterically for a long, long time. Here was after she got back on her feet, but before Jake helped her out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMh7NZqDyE/SrmlOqv9yuI/AAAAAAAADZs/o8N2kC1cH38/s1600-h/P9190036closeup.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMh7NZqDyE/SrmlOqv9yuI/AAAAAAAADZs/o8N2kC1cH38/s400/P9190036closeup.JPG" border="0" iq="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, guys, for all of the laughs! Jake, glad you didn't get a ticket...and, Tiff, I am so glad even with two kids a piece, we are still desirable to the old men at gas stations working the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Cougars, let's rope up the Rams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max, please throw to the boys in blue. O'Neil, hold on to the ball. And Jan, do not touch the ball. Do what you do best and pound the Rams and the ball into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can all do those things, you will win the game, and we can all celebrate without Jake trying to tie up his wife in the parking lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought I better post a picture of the rope burn that I endured all in the name of "fun". I am just glad that I didn't recieve road rash all over, because I seriously thought that was my fate this time as the "heffer"!!!!! Thanks Aaron &amp;amp; Suz for all the laughs and good times, there is never a dull moment when we are together. And thank you mom and dad AKA "Nell" for watching the girls for us so we could go and have a blast!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385053225940282338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SruNYLS96-I/AAAAAAAAB0s/GlEN58AFHEc/s400/sept+19-21+09+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;You guys are the best- Thanks for being our friends, even though we are the biggest dorks ever!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385053214309096514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SruNXf94HEI/AAAAAAAAB0k/aBY-tNcqOww/s400/sept+19-21+09+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Had to hurry and throw this picture in.  Our two guys love to watch the Cougars warm up.  And I really think Jake was about the only person there in a cowboy hat!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385053193733343938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SruNWTUPCsI/AAAAAAAAB0U/7B_v9iy1dyQ/s400/sept+14-19-09+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-5705379202917066689?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/5705379202917066689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=5705379202917066689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/5705379202917066689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/5705379202917066689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-words-of-suz.html' title='In the words of Suz...'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SruNW9LGXnI/AAAAAAAAB0c/7pc2IU_D5eQ/s72-c/sept+19-21+09+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-7958520961710515479</id><published>2009-09-05T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:58:38.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teya Jane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/july2009027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/july2009027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am still a little behind on all of my posts from this summer, but I came across this picture from the 4th of July up to camp Shalom, and I just had to hurry and post it because it was one of my fav's from this year. She is definitely my challenge child, but I just love her so much!  She is always making me smile and upset in the same moment.  I rarely have a photo where she is looking at me and smiling, but I guess if this is what I get when I ask for a picture of her looking at me with sort of a smile, I will take it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-7958520961710515479?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/7958520961710515479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=7958520961710515479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/7958520961710515479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/7958520961710515479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/09/teya-jane.html' title='Teya Jane'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-2200727721615034387</id><published>2009-09-05T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:14:20.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"OH MY GOSH"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/byu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/byu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, ESPN that is what we say in Provo!! I had to laugh at the comentators when they said that!  And yes, we are all thinking WOW!!!!  I must admit, this was one of those games where I got so flippin' frustrated that I almost changed the channel for a second to calm down, but I DIDN'T!!!!  Our Coug's came out on top of a HUGE GAME!!! Anyone with a heart, is feeling a little bummed out for Oklahoma's starting quarterback, that really sucks!  But another one of those "I gotta admit" moments, I was a little uncomfortable watching their freshman quarterback with his "Chester the Molester" moustache.  Sorry, just not a huge fan of those, they creap me out a bit!!!!  But back to COUGARS--Yahoo for you!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-2200727721615034387?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/2200727721615034387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=2200727721615034387' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/2200727721615034387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/2200727721615034387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-my-gosh.html' title='&quot;OH MY GOSH&quot;'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-6419761716744242189</id><published>2009-09-03T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:06:43.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping again</title><content type='html'>We decided to head back up to the trailer one more time before Jake headed out of town for two weeks to work in Vegas. &lt;br /&gt;Here is our humble little camp spot.  We haven't quite got all the fixin's of die hard campers, but it works and it is so fun!&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug302009012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug302009012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture that Tai took reminds me of a little old couple sitting on their porch.  The grandpa is asleep (Jake just had his eyes closed) and the grandma just watching what is going on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug302009004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug302009004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tai loves to be in pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug302009011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug302009011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and daddy throwing rocks in the creek.  Daddy accidentally threw Tai's "favorite" rock in the water, so he had to go help find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug302009005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug302009005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goofing off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug302009010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug302009010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every rock that Tai found was "so pretty" and she was going to take it home to show her friends.  She ended up bringing home like 10 rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug302009003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug302009003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teya just loves to explore and throw rocks.  Tai would bring one to me to save and Teya would grab it and before you knew it, she was throwing it in the water!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug302009001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug302009001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/686773714492046637-6419761716744242189?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/6419761716744242189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=6419761716744242189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/6419761716744242189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/6419761716744242189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/09/camping-again.html' title='Camping again'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-1756151110625816603</id><published>2009-09-03T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:56:18.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>We all got together to celebrate Kempton's 5th birthday party and of course since all the kids were together I wanted to get a picture.  We are very seldom ALL together, so these photos are rare!  And once again, photographing kids is never an easy thing trying to get them all to look at you for one split secont.  But look how cute the Quarnberg grandkids are!&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug302009016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug302009016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug302009015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug302009015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug302009014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug302009014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-1756151110625816603?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/1756151110625816603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=1756151110625816603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/1756151110625816603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/1756151110625816603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/09/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-2935952878988244074</id><published>2009-09-03T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:46:59.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing Level 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sp_suINjbSI/AAAAAAAABzs/0w7ggaZ5oDU/s1600-h/july+2009+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377276757326130466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sp_suINjbSI/AAAAAAAABzs/0w7ggaZ5oDU/s400/july+2009+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was FINALLY Tai's first year of swimming lessons. She never went to Level 1-she could pass that one at about 18 months old, but anyway, she was finally old enough to be in swim lessons. She did so good. She is only four. I was so proud of her. She kind of had a hard time waiting her turn and holding still while Kasta was helping the other kids, but she showed she is and has always been a fish!!!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sp_stdcHgcI/AAAAAAAABzc/3UHgu4WNAVU/s1600-h/july+2009+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377276745844490690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sp_stdcHgcI/AAAAAAAABzc/3UHgu4WNAVU/s400/july+2009+070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready to duck their heads underwater:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sp_ss8y97cI/AAAAAAAABzU/yRJOPakkqbQ/s1600-h/july+2009+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377276737081961922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sp_ss8y97cI/AAAAAAAABzU/yRJOPakkqbQ/s400/july+2009+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doing a handstand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377276764285191170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sp_suiIuRAI/AAAAAAAABz0/KNvxE8fdhUw/s400/july+2009+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Swimming through the hoop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377276752693382386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sp_st29BTPI/AAAAAAAABzk/nxCoubkcnNM/s400/july+2009+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Diving for her last day treat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377282380830493282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sp_x1dZeSmI/AAAAAAAAB0M/mzslFCkGlkU/s400/july+2009+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Swimming all the way to the side and touching it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377282369511004802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sp_x0zOsmoI/AAAAAAAAB0E/NIgd7C2Fnug/s400/july+2009+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And finally, passing level 2!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377282360653415554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sp_x0SO4hII/AAAAAAAABz8/9x2c8-1aKKo/s400/july+2009+037.JPG" border="0" /&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/686773714492046637-2935952878988244074?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/2935952878988244074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=2935952878988244074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/2935952878988244074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/2935952878988244074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/09/passing-level-2.html' title='Passing Level 2'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sp_suINjbSI/AAAAAAAABzs/0w7ggaZ5oDU/s72-c/july+2009+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-6137653045403328711</id><published>2009-09-03T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:48:44.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Dynamite Cheerleader</title><content type='html'>Another fact about me is I coach 4 competitve cheerleading squads in Richfield with some of my good good friends Mindy and Kellie.  I have to take my girls with me because Jake is at work and it is hard to hire a babysitter for that long.  Teya has been know to streak at the gym on MANY occasions, but this day she actually left her panties on.  While the other coaches and I were helping a stunt group I looked over and little Teya was the top of the pyramid.  She was loving it!  Thanks Dynamite X-Treme (or dynamite scream as Tai calls you) for helping me with my girls and loving them, because they LOVE YOU!!!!!&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug20-2909037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug20-2909037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/686773714492046637-6137653045403328711?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/6137653045403328711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=6137653045403328711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/6137653045403328711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/6137653045403328711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/09/next-dynamite-cheerleader.html' title='Next Dynamite Cheerleader'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-8107850213137481640</id><published>2009-09-03T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:43:37.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New style of jewelry</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;The newest rage at our house is making stuff out of stuff.  That sounds so dumb, but it is true.  The other day I bought some more pipe cleaner and beads and told Tai to have at it (the last time we used fruit loops).  She loves to make things, so if anyone has any ideas of stuff for kids to make, please pass along the knowledge.  But anyway, here are the jewelry that Tai and I made for eachother and for Teya:&lt;br /&gt;Me showing off my crown, necklace, ring, and bracelet:&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug20-2909034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug20-2909034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I must say, I did pretty good on her crown and no I didn't dress her this day, the matching was all on her own: :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug20-2909032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug20-2909032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tai made this for Teya to wear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug20-2909031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug20-2909031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-8107850213137481640?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/8107850213137481640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=8107850213137481640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/8107850213137481640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/8107850213137481640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-style-of-jewelry.html' title='New style of jewelry'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-8274822460846882155</id><published>2009-09-03T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:36:36.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping</title><content type='html'>One thing about me that most people don't know, is I LOVE to camp. I grew up not really ever going because my parent's idea of camping was either going to Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma's cabin in Island Park or road triping in Grandma Pulhams camper. And if we did that, it was very rare, and that was when we lived in Idaho (and we moved when I was 11 1/2). The first time I ever remember sleeping in a tent and having campfire was my first girls camp. Mom, correct me if I am wrong, but I don't remember camping before that.&lt;br /&gt;Back to nowdays, Jake and Braydan hauled the trailers (I know it isn't really camping, but sort of, but at least there was fire) up to the mountain in the dark, got the trailers set and level and then both families went up the next night! We just have so much fun together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the daddy's and their girlies:&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug20-2909006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug20-2909006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Misty and I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug20-2909008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug20-2909008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Misty and baby Alivia. The next morning Alivia was out toddling around (under the men's care) and there was no fire going, but she fell into the fire pit and the coals from the night before burned her. I felt so bad. She instantly blistered on her chin, and then her hand blistered later. Misty ended up taking her to the pediatrician a couple days later to peel the skin off and scrub the big burn on the palm of her hand. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug20-2909007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug20-2909007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake led us all on a ride up to the beaver pond. Then on a hike over the lava rock slide to see the beavers home. The kids thought they were pretty big hiking over the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug20-2909011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug20-2909011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake and Braydan chillin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug20-2909019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug20-2909019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tai of course getting dirty and muddy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug20-2909021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug20-2909021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake was so funny.  He was seriously like our tour guide.  He would get the girls together and say "Come look at this", then he would tell them something interesting about nature.  In this particular picture, he was showing them a log that one of the beavers had chopped down and what it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug20-2909024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug20-2909024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teya of course, loved the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug20-2909022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug20-2909022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls found a log that had fallen over and they thought it was great fun to climb up it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug20-2909026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug20-2909026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when Teya got to the top of the fallen log, she wanted to jump off: again and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug20-2909030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug20-2909030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-8274822460846882155?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/8274822460846882155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=8274822460846882155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/8274822460846882155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/8274822460846882155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/09/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-1304266550507485576</id><published>2009-08-30T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:11:29.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That darn cat...</title><content type='html'>I have been ready to return this cat so many times, but the look on these girls faces, shows they would be devistated!  Even though the cat hisses and runs from Teya and loves Tai and snuggles up to her everytime she holds her, it is our little "Rascal" now and is part of our family!!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sps5H46DoKI/AAAAAAAABzM/lNXIYf5KDl4/s1600-h/aug+20-29,+09+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375953387894579362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sps5H46DoKI/AAAAAAAABzM/lNXIYf5KDl4/s400/aug+20-29,+09+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sps5HTmT99I/AAAAAAAABzE/NsaIFUr4jKg/s1600-h/aug+20-29,+09+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375953377879652306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sps5HTmT99I/AAAAAAAABzE/NsaIFUr4jKg/s400/aug+20-29,+09+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sps5G8yI9CI/AAAAAAAABy8/ObgildnuoWA/s1600-h/aug+20-29,+09+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375953371755246626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sps5G8yI9CI/AAAAAAAABy8/ObgildnuoWA/s400/aug+20-29,+09+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-1304266550507485576?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/1304266550507485576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=1304266550507485576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/1304266550507485576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/1304266550507485576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/08/that-darn-cat.html' title='That darn cat...'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sps5H46DoKI/AAAAAAAABzM/lNXIYf5KDl4/s72-c/aug+20-29,+09+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-841282196087665265</id><published>2009-08-30T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:34:41.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tai's Quotes of the days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tai has been saying some pretty funny stuff lately.  I have been writing them down so that I could post them and I have finally compiled some good ones:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;"the moon is shining really hard"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;meaning that the moon was really bright that night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;"Did Tanner make a point?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jake and I went to Tanner's football game and she stayed behind with a baby sitter, so when we picked her up that is what she asked us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;"It is so squishy in here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I bought her the flippin cutest shirt and it was just a little bit to small when she put it on, so this was her way of telling me it was to tight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;"I scared Rascal, the heck out!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Meaning "I scared the heck out of Rascal"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-841282196087665265?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/841282196087665265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=841282196087665265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/841282196087665265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/841282196087665265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/08/tais-quotes-of-days.html' title='Tai&apos;s Quotes of the days'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-6484620216824386668</id><published>2009-08-18T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T11:11:46.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What on earth could cause these kind of markings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/AUGUST2009024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/AUGUST2009024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, look close, you can see the culprit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/AUGUST2009013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/AUGUST2009013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This darn kitten, Loves Tai. She wraps it up in a dish towel, lays it on it's back, sings lulaby's and rocks it to sleep.  (I know the photo is inside, but no we are NOT having an indoor cat, we had to let it sleep in the basement bathroom because it could get out of the box and we were afraid if we left it outside it would leave and we would have one or two VERY upset girlies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/AUGUST2009018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/AUGUST2009018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teya just can't quite understand, "Don't touch the kitty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/AUGUST2009011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/AUGUST2009011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tai is the proudest mommy around! This is the first pet we have EVER had. The girls absolutely love it, I am not so sure that I do! I am just not a very big pet person, but get ready, cause "RASCAL QUARNBERG" is here to stay- unless he/she runs away. ( I am not sure how to tell what "it" is- and please don't leave me a comment on how to do so, because frankly I am not sure I want to know:) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/AUGUST2009010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/AUGUST2009010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-6484620216824386668?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/6484620216824386668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=6484620216824386668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/6484620216824386668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/6484620216824386668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-on-earth-could-cause-these-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-3143939418254616309</id><published>2009-08-18T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:59:38.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean up-clean up Teya has to do her share...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/AUGUST2009007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/AUGUST2009007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you weren't already aware, Teya makes some of the biggest messes around.  Well, I finally got sick of cleaning them up, so she has started cleaning up her own messes.  This was her first day on the job!  Vaccumm-ing up sunflower seeds that she was supposed to be eating, but she spread all over the floor and couch!  She thought she was pretty big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/AUGUST2009006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/AUGUST2009006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/686773714492046637-3143939418254616309?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/3143939418254616309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=3143939418254616309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/3143939418254616309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/3143939418254616309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/08/clean-up-clean-up-teya-has-to-do-her.html' title='Clean up-clean up Teya has to do her share...'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-6650311820556732859</id><published>2009-08-18T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:56:29.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 girls is a little tub (should be sung)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/AUGUST2009005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/AUGUST2009005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/AUGUST2009004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/AUGUST2009004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Coach Kellie and I were choreographing the routine for our Dynamite Xplode squad when we found the girls like this!  The girls have so much fun when they are together!&lt;br /&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/686773714492046637-6650311820556732859?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/6650311820556732859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=6650311820556732859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/6650311820556732859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/6650311820556732859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/08/4-girls-is-little-tub-should-be-sung.html' title='4 girls is a little tub (should be sung)'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-1319674111087724902</id><published>2009-08-18T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:19:15.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/AUGUST2009003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/AUGUST2009003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not really sure what brings me more joy on a rough day, getting the kids to bed, or seeing the girls like this.  Actually getting along!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-1319674111087724902?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/1319674111087724902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=1319674111087724902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/1319674111087724902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/1319674111087724902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-not-really-sure-what-brings-me.html' title=''/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-7792949708860483265</id><published>2009-08-18T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:17:32.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asleep</title><content type='html'>I found Teya like this one day!!!!  How funny is that!  I must toot my own horn here for a second, getting a child gate for the front porch is probably one of the best ideas I have ever had.  My girls love to play outside, but I can't always watch them 100% of the time, so case solved!  On this particular day, Teya had just wanted to lay out there ALL morning.  And I mean all morning!  I would try to go out there and she would say, "Momma no, inside!!!" So I would close the screen door and go about my business.  So early afternoon, this is what I found!  I thought she looked so cute!&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/AUGUST2009002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/AUGUST2009002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/AUGUST2009001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/AUGUST2009001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/686773714492046637-7792949708860483265?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/7792949708860483265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=7792949708860483265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/7792949708860483265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/7792949708860483265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/08/asleep.html' title='Asleep'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-6319863127781305704</id><published>2009-08-16T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T15:33:28.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Coming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/BYU09poster1-550x366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 550px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 366px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/BYU09poster1-550x366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe that it is football time already!  Tanner has started High School football and they start games next week.  BYU starts in a couple weeks and I am still wondering where the summer went! &lt;br /&gt;All things aside, BYU football is on it's way and we are SO THERE!!!!  We got season tickets again with our friends Aaron &amp;amp; Suz, and we can't wait to see them there!  We live on opposite ends of the state and it is always fun to meet in the middle for a tailgate sandwich, Dr. Pepper and a friendly game of BYU Football! :)  The count down is on...&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/686773714492046637-6319863127781305704?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/6319863127781305704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=6319863127781305704' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/6319863127781305704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/6319863127781305704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-coming.html' title='It&apos;s Coming...'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-4903968777921951663</id><published>2009-08-16T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T15:48:10.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"WHAT JUST HAPPENED?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had the opportunity to have a fun filled couple of days in Las Vegas (no kids allowed) with some of our best friends! "What just happened" pretty much sums up the Whole of our trip! We laughed so hard that my tummy hurt for days, because when I got back, I was still laughing at what happened in Vegas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jake &amp;amp; I, Braydan &amp;amp; Misty, Dustin &amp;amp; Chelsey- we went to see Ka' by Cirque Du Soleil. It was pretty extravagant, no wonder the tickets cost $175.00! But it was cool!&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/july25-aug109037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/july25-aug109037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting ready for a big night on the town- I snapped this picture of the guys, they looked so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/july25-aug109034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/july25-aug109034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These three got so many stares, you can only imagine walking in a casino and seeing three cowboys. For most people, they only exist in stories, or in Texas, which most people thought they were from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/july25-aug109035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/july25-aug109035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowboys and swimming- a good combo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/july25-aug109031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/july25-aug109031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to do a little cropping to be able to post this photo.  Let's just say that we DO NOT look like the girl in the background- but this was one of the highlights of the trip for me.  Just laying in a bathing suit in the shallow water, sipping a drink, soaking up the sun!  No kids to watch, just adult conversation!  Nice!  &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 799px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/swimming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake and I enjoying our Vegas Night Life at Club Mix- atop theHotel at Mandalay Bay! (Nice camera phone photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/jaketiffvegas09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/july25-aug109030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/686773714492046637-4903968777921951663?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/4903968777921951663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=4903968777921951663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/4903968777921951663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/4903968777921951663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-just-happened.html' title='&quot;WHAT JUST HAPPENED?&quot;'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-2937428626587236311</id><published>2009-08-16T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T15:02:15.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Along with ALL other kids on this earth, Tai LOVES fireworks!  I had bought some shortly after the 4th of July and we just never did them.  So finally we went out to the Quarnberg home, had dinner, and lit fireworks!  Teya loved them last year, but this year they freaked her out a little!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Soh_ws0Or1I/AAAAAAAABy0/qxcUSGUg_oM/s1600-h/july+25-aug+1,+09+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370683030279991122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Soh_ws0Or1I/AAAAAAAABy0/qxcUSGUg_oM/s400/july+25-aug+1,+09+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake is always appointed firework lighter guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Soh_wCsvpbI/AAAAAAAABys/C21VpJQ61Js/s1600-h/july+25-aug+1,+09+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370683018974307762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Soh_wCsvpbI/AAAAAAAABys/C21VpJQ61Js/s400/july+25-aug+1,+09+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kipp, Mal &amp;amp; Karter- My girls love these 3 so much!  Tai is always saying, "MMMMAAAALLLL, come do this, or MMMAAALLLL, come play with me" Thanks Kipp &amp;amp; Mal for always letting us come hang out when you are up so that the girls can play with Karter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Soh_vh-22nI/AAAAAAAAByk/HERPRQkPpls/s1600-h/july+25-aug+1,+09+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370683010191907442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Soh_vh-22nI/AAAAAAAAByk/HERPRQkPpls/s400/july+25-aug+1,+09+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my girlie worlies!!!  Teya looked like that most of the time.  She wanted my arm around her, until she just got fed up and went inside to watch from the screen door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Soh_uyjPN3I/AAAAAAAAByc/Fy8d9xbSFts/s1600-h/july+25-aug+1,+09+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370682997459597170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Soh_uyjPN3I/AAAAAAAAByc/Fy8d9xbSFts/s400/july+25-aug+1,+09+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa with Baby Karter (who isn't so much a baby anymore, he is walking everywhere!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Soh_uaxqM4I/AAAAAAAAByU/lN8Y0OK0cnE/s1600-h/july+25-aug+1,+09+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370682991077634946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Soh_uaxqM4I/AAAAAAAAByU/lN8Y0OK0cnE/s400/july+25-aug+1,+09+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-2937428626587236311?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/2937428626587236311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=2937428626587236311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/2937428626587236311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/2937428626587236311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/08/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Soh_ws0Or1I/AAAAAAAABy0/qxcUSGUg_oM/s72-c/july+25-aug+1,+09+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-4407156680361522251</id><published>2009-08-06T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:22:04.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutton Bustin</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-35d35c3967891167" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D35d35c3967891167%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330303720%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D013C95E190325C787F356A0D1796F47DD0DD10.2EEBEEF9D6A5C5E866BA8A04EE0DB3360993184C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D35d35c3967891167%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHMl0pZP746r_0bcB2Bk8WqvUXPY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D35d35c3967891167%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330303720%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D013C95E190325C787F356A0D1796F47DD0DD10.2EEBEEF9D6A5C5E866BA8A04EE0DB3360993184C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D35d35c3967891167%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHMl0pZP746r_0bcB2Bk8WqvUXPY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;This is so funny!  My little girl wants to be a cowgirl!  We had heard this was going on at the fair and Tai said she wanted to ride a mommy sheep!  So I talked to Jake, he got off work a little early, and we took her to the fair to "Mutton Bust"  She was so excited that she rode one!!!!  Thanks to Daddy's help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-4407156680361522251?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=35d35c3967891167&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/4407156680361522251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=4407156680361522251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/4407156680361522251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/4407156680361522251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/08/mutton-bustin.html' title='Mutton Bustin'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-1101740577987631723</id><published>2009-08-06T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:49:24.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sorry for the picture overload people, but we had such a fun night and you had to see all the pictures in order! Tai thought she was so big! Before we left to go over to the Little Buckaroo Rodeo, I asked Tai what she was going to do if she fell off, and if she was going to cry. She suprised me when she said, "No I am not going to cry, the big boys don't cry when they fall off." I just had to laugh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Tai and two of her bestest friends, Rilee Mason &amp;amp; Katie Johnson:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug52009Fair012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Daddy and Tai talking about how to ride the sheep:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug52009Fair017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tai looking over the shute to see what is going on:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 533px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug52009Fair027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Getting ready in the shute while Katie watches and waits for her turn:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 533px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug52009Fair040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"Next up, number 41, Cowgirl Tai Quarnberg"&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug52009Fair043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug52009Fair044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug52009Fair044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug52009Fair045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug52009Fair046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug52009Fair047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug52009Fair048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug52009Fair048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug52009Fair050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were so proud of her for trying it! We love you Tai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/aug52009Fair052.jpg" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-1101740577987631723?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/1101740577987631723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=1101740577987631723' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/1101740577987631723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/1101740577987631723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-sorry-for-picture-overload-people.html' title=''/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-2317515273216817886</id><published>2009-08-04T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T17:17:28.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While Jake's away, his girls will play!!!</title><content type='html'>Jake went to Reno for two weeks with Burns Saddlery, so I took the girls up to my mom and dad's for a week of fun!  My Brother in Law called it "FUNFEST 09", because everyday, Lacey and her girls were coming to play with us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our week started off with going to one of my mom's neighbors that has all sorts of animals in their backyard and house.  The girls loved petting the turtles, emu, goat, snakes, iguana, and chickens.&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/june15-2109014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/june15-2109014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I felt so bad for Maili, she got head butted by the goat right into her chest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/june15-2109010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/june15-2109010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/june15-2109013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/june15-2109013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say that this was NOT the highlight of the visit for me.  This thing was a mother's day gift from her sons!  I didn't even get close!!! They freak me out and I can't even look at the whole picture while I am writing about it cause it makes me wierded out!  My mom loves them though!  She let it slither through her legs and wrap around her!  NASTY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/june7-2109006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/june7-2109006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teya really enjoyed getting to pick eggs out of the chicken coupe.  She kept dropping them though and then crying.  Good thing we had a supply of them.&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/june15-2109018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/june15-2109018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-2317515273216817886?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/2317515273216817886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=2317515273216817886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/2317515273216817886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/2317515273216817886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/08/while-jakes-away-his-girls-will-play.html' title='While Jake&apos;s away, his girls will play!!!'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-577205694214438592</id><published>2009-08-04T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T17:18:39.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hogle Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;FUNEST 09 Continues...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were all a little excited to go to the zoo. I ended up renting a two passenger stroller (which the kids fought over), Teya was a MONKEY and wanted to run all over the place and have no one bug her, and Tai got a boo-boo! But through all that, we really did have a fun trip up there! This is one of my favorite pictures of the day:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366259253531084786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SnjIXANfh_I/AAAAAAAABxE/BeLEcMW0sJA/s400/girls+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We did the train ride, which I remember being longer when I was a kid (what the flip, that was lame and short)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SnjLhi1p9mI/AAAAAAAAByM/E_-H8SrdzYE/s1600-h/IMG_3186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366262733159921250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SnjLhi1p9mI/AAAAAAAAByM/E_-H8SrdzYE/s400/IMG_3186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course Teya was trying to get over the rope to get into whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SnjLgjxcBtI/AAAAAAAAByE/WTmSXHvtwbY/s1600-h/IMG_3084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366262716230797010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SnjLgjxcBtI/AAAAAAAAByE/WTmSXHvtwbY/s400/IMG_3084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Alexa was just happy to be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SnjLfi6IcbI/AAAAAAAABx8/sg5ZuXNnjyY/s1600-h/IMG_3020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366262698818957746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SnjLfi6IcbI/AAAAAAAABx8/sg5ZuXNnjyY/s400/IMG_3020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls: Grandma Great Pulham, Aunt Cee-Cee, Alexa, Tai, Teya, Tiff, Grandma Snell, and Maili (brock was a little outnumbered)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SnjLe-023AI/AAAAAAAABx0/nclzf4--Kg0/s1600-h/IMG_3044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366262689133157378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SnjLe-023AI/AAAAAAAABx0/nclzf4--Kg0/s400/IMG_3044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought it was pretty cute that Maili and Tai were mapping out what we needed to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SnjLeNlDZ2I/AAAAAAAABxs/Yglbg7b5M7c/s1600-h/IMG_3013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366262675913533282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SnjLeNlDZ2I/AAAAAAAABxs/Yglbg7b5M7c/s400/IMG_3013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I am pretty sure that we should have been admitted to the zoo and stuck in the monkey exhibit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my cute little sister-lacey AKA Aunt cee-cee&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SnjIaG7pDQI/AAAAAAAABxk/BgFuHdSpq6o/s1600-h/june+22,09+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366259306874866946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SnjIaG7pDQI/AAAAAAAABxk/BgFuHdSpq6o/s400/june+22,09+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course there was drama on the brass lion! But we made it through that too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SnjIZf0UM_I/AAAAAAAABxc/fYC2iY7jCzc/s1600-h/june+22,09+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366259296375157746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SnjIZf0UM_I/AAAAAAAABxc/fYC2iY7jCzc/s400/june+22,09+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this was the first time that I went to the zoo when the bears were walking around and not sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SnjIYuTvfeI/AAAAAAAABxU/wNhPhnXUUBc/s1600-h/june+22,09+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366259283085196770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SnjIYuTvfeI/AAAAAAAABxU/wNhPhnXUUBc/s400/june+22,09+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Teya's favorite animal-the Elephants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SnjIX4eWLFI/AAAAAAAABxM/MC-H7KvRbho/s1600-h/june+22,09+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366259268634160210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SnjIX4eWLFI/AAAAAAAABxM/MC-H7KvRbho/s400/june+22,09+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-577205694214438592?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/577205694214438592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=577205694214438592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/577205694214438592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/577205694214438592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/08/hogle-zoo.html' title='Hogle Zoo'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SnjIXANfh_I/AAAAAAAABxE/BeLEcMW0sJA/s72-c/girls+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-5459716692009034675</id><published>2009-08-04T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:32:32.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;when we get to go to the pool!  I can't post the real first trip to the pool due to nudity (by teya)!  Grandma Paula let us come over to the pool with her to check on some things and before we both knew it, the girls were in the baby pool swimming in their clothes.  Then before we could look again, Teya was having her own nude pool party!  It was pretty funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love going to the pool!  This year Tai is old enough to take swim lessons and Teya just wants to be left alone to have fun, so I have to watch her really closely!  Here was our first official clothed trip to the pool:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sni_vXIZ8qI/AAAAAAAABw8/P-FyOrh6NPM/s1600-h/june+15-21,09+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366249776395973282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sni_vXIZ8qI/AAAAAAAABw8/P-FyOrh6NPM/s400/june+15-21,09+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls love to swim with eachother, although I have to watch that they DO NOT do this in the water: I am just paranoid that they will drown eachother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sni_upAnfFI/AAAAAAAABw0/ZrbpNUroDf8/s1600-h/june+15-21,09+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366249764015275090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sni_upAnfFI/AAAAAAAABw0/ZrbpNUroDf8/s400/june+15-21,09+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I find Teya a lot of times!  She goes underwater with her eyes open and paddles her feet and hands, pretending to swim.  When she comes to the surface, she says, "Mommy-I sim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sni_tsG4gGI/AAAAAAAABws/4luYArBbbJU/s1600-h/june+7-21,09+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366249747666993250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sni_tsG4gGI/AAAAAAAABws/4luYArBbbJU/s400/june+7-21,09+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Tai loves the water even more this year, if that is at all possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sni_s4bzsPI/AAAAAAAABwk/-pxyM-CY2Wk/s1600-h/june+7-21,09+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366249733796114674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sni_s4bzsPI/AAAAAAAABwk/-pxyM-CY2Wk/s400/june+7-21,09+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-5459716692009034675?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/5459716692009034675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=5459716692009034675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/5459716692009034675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/5459716692009034675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-begins.html' title='Summer begins...'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sni_vXIZ8qI/AAAAAAAABw8/P-FyOrh6NPM/s72-c/june+15-21,09+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-8861831320903385935</id><published>2009-06-29T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:23:17.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tai Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a couple of my favorites with Tai.  She is so good to just let me take her pictures!  And Yes, those curls are her own, no faking! It makes me so jealous!&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/tai1copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 521px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 799px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/tai1copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/tai2copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/tai2copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-8861831320903385935?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/8861831320903385935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=8861831320903385935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/8861831320903385935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/8861831320903385935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/06/tai-anna.html' title='Tai Anna'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-567801544129635172</id><published>2009-06-29T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:46:54.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janie Bop</title><content type='html'>I actually had a second to take some pictures of Teya since i failed to take her 2 year pictures. She wasn't really into cooperating, which isn't all that uncommon. But I did get a couple cute ones, with the help of Jake!&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/teyacopy-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/teyacopy-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/teya1copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/teya1copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love random pictures.  So I thought this was pretty cute!  Besides the fact that Teya loves to hang out the window and get all wind blown, these are a couple of my favorite summertime things; my girls and the pivots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/may20-june1009110.jpg" border="0" /&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/686773714492046637-567801544129635172?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/567801544129635172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=567801544129635172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/567801544129635172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/567801544129635172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/06/janie-bop.html' title='Janie Bop'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-2026597165646316663</id><published>2009-06-29T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:22:19.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kendall &amp; Jake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day we were out fueling the pivots and Kendall came out.  They were standing there talking while I was in the work truck trying to keep Teya from tearing apart the already gross and a little repulsive inside of that truck!  It was then I realized that I don't have to many pictures of Jake and Kendall together.  So I made them stop their conversation for me to take a picture.  Now if you know the Quarnbergs, there are 5 total boys (father &amp;amp; sons) and when the camera comes out, each one usually looses all feeling in their face, and you get these great pictures that have no expression!  Don't get me wrong, I love those type of  photos (NOT)!!!  But I was pretty impressed that I caught both of these cowboys SMILING!!!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SkjanmOyltI/AAAAAAAABwc/saxhQGrP1Qs/s1600-h/may+20-june+10,+09+182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352768530942170834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SkjanmOyltI/AAAAAAAABwc/saxhQGrP1Qs/s400/may+20-june+10,+09+182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-2026597165646316663?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/2026597165646316663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=2026597165646316663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/2026597165646316663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/2026597165646316663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/06/kendall-jake.html' title='Kendall &amp; Jake'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SkjanmOyltI/AAAAAAAABwc/saxhQGrP1Qs/s72-c/may+20-june+10,+09+182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-7108454539885159281</id><published>2009-06-23T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:43:32.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karter Archie!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kipp, Mal and Karter came up last weekend.  We got together to take pictures of him and hang out!  I just wanted to post a couple of the pictures that we took to show everyone how well he is doing.  I get asked a lot how he is and as you can see, he is getting big and looking healthy!  He is now 18 months old and just as full of it as before.  He still has a long road to go, but he is definitely on his way!&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/karter8copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 533px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/karter8copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/karter4copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/karter4copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/karter7copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/karter7copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/karter5copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 799px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/karter5copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-7108454539885159281?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/7108454539885159281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=7108454539885159281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/7108454539885159281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/7108454539885159281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/06/karter-archie.html' title='Karter Archie!!!'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-3514864897998137032</id><published>2009-06-17T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:56:55.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"CAUTION" NuDiTy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been potty training Teya for a couple months now, but nothing was really clicking. That is until she found a pair of panites on the porch (I have no idea how they got there, really). She decided that this was the day to wear them, although she didn't know how to get them on properly! I don't think that I have laughed that hard for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the front view:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SjmyDvh37JI/AAAAAAAABwU/_FlyxHzFzCc/s1600-h/may+20-june+10,+09+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348501809847069842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SjmyDvh37JI/AAAAAAAABwU/_FlyxHzFzCc/s400/may+20-june+10,+09+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;side view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SjmyDd65R5I/AAAAAAAABwM/8qEjJNXW59M/s1600-h/may+20-june+10,+09+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348501805120178066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SjmyDd65R5I/AAAAAAAABwM/8qEjJNXW59M/s400/may+20-june+10,+09+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and full on butt view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SjmyDMZztcI/AAAAAAAABwE/FIlhOgGmXxE/s1600-h/may+20-june+10,+09+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348501800417998274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SjmyDMZztcI/AAAAAAAABwE/FIlhOgGmXxE/s400/may+20-june+10,+09+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SjmyC6aek0I/AAAAAAAABv8/JCzkkAUzsmM/s1600-h/may+20-june+10,+09+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348501795588969282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SjmyC6aek0I/AAAAAAAABv8/JCzkkAUzsmM/s400/may+20-june+10,+09+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are watering right this second from laughing! I just love it! She makes me smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A potty training update: Since this day about a month ago (posting it a little late), she has done so good.  No more diapers, accidents only once or twice a week, and will actually go get on the potty and do her thing without me knowing and then yell "mommy, potty 'gain"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-3514864897998137032?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/3514864897998137032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=3514864897998137032' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/3514864897998137032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/3514864897998137032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/06/caution-nudity.html' title='&quot;CAUTION&quot; NuDiTy'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SjmyDvh37JI/AAAAAAAABwU/_FlyxHzFzCc/s72-c/may+20-june+10,+09+050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-2465008357287214671</id><published>2009-06-17T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:09:02.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In May, Tai had preschool graduation.  She was so excited!  They got to sing 5 of their favorite songs that they learned over the year and then get their diploma.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the kids waiting to walk in:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sjmq5lu7c_I/AAAAAAAABv0/vLMRpoEQxe0/s1600-h/may+20-june+10,+09+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348493938837386226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sjmq5lu7c_I/AAAAAAAABv0/vLMRpoEQxe0/s400/may+20-june+10,+09+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One, two, three,four five, I caught a fish alive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;six, seven, eight, nine, ten then I let him go again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did you let him go, because he bit my finger so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What finger did he bite, this little finger on the right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sjmq4oIvisI/AAAAAAAABvc/1rDQg_oWQeg/s1600-h/may+20-june+10,+09+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348493922302659266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sjmq4oIvisI/AAAAAAAABvc/1rDQg_oWQeg/s400/may+20-june+10,+09+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Melissa (aka Miss Alissa) was such a good teacher.  All the kids loved her!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348493928438317874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sjmq4-_mQzI/AAAAAAAABvk/wB7bBHJAmbU/s400/may+20-june+10,+09+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graduate and the onery sister!  Aunt Cee-cee finally took Teya outside to play on the toys so that we could watch and listen to Tai, instead of crying Teya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sjmq4WqAmbI/AAAAAAAABvU/g1i3MqUcbqM/s1600-h/may+20-june+10,+09+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348493917610351026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sjmq4WqAmbI/AAAAAAAABvU/g1i3MqUcbqM/s400/may+20-june+10,+09+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, mommy &amp;amp; Tai!  We love you so much!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348493932465396754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sjmq5N_unBI/AAAAAAAABvs/_4UQWJsDNBE/s400/may+20-june+10,+09+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-2465008357287214671?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/2465008357287214671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=2465008357287214671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/2465008357287214671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/2465008357287214671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/06/preschool-graduation.html' title='Preschool Graduation'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/Sjmq5lu7c_I/AAAAAAAABv0/vLMRpoEQxe0/s72-c/may+20-june+10,+09+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-1386133348259211158</id><published>2009-06-15T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:52:58.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to have pictures taken at the last moment before Jake left for Reno and before the barley was cut, so I called my friend Bree and asked her if we could photographer swap, she took ours and I took hers.  The weather threatened us all day, but there was a break in the rain for a bit and we decided to go for it.  My only complaint was the wind, thus my hair everywhere!  I think they turned out good, Thanks Bree!!&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/ourfamcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 630px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 799px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/ourfamcopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/ourfam1copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 594px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/ourfam1copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-1386133348259211158?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/1386133348259211158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=1386133348259211158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/1386133348259211158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/1386133348259211158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='New Family Pictures'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-8311638909646924582</id><published>2009-06-15T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T10:08:56.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bastian Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/bastiangoodcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 707px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 799px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/bastiangoodcopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/686773714492046637-8311638909646924582?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/8311638909646924582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=8311638909646924582' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/8311638909646924582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/8311638909646924582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/06/bastian-family.html' title='Bastian Family'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-6855241141196714008</id><published>2009-06-13T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T09:03:14.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute pictures of my girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I haven't taken any pictures of my girls for a while and so I thought it was time!  We went up to Grass Valley to change water so I took my camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teya is absolutely infactuated with dead dandilions.  Everywhere we go she has to stop, pick one and blow it until every last seed has come off.  So you can imagine my frustration trying to get her to focus for just one split second, those things were everywhere!  But they make for cute pictures!&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/teyacopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/teyacopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tai is my "Little Miss Pose"!  Sometimes I have to rein her back in because she gets really posey, but she does good for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/taicopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/tiffanyquarnberg/taicopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-6855241141196714008?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/6855241141196714008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=6855241141196714008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/6855241141196714008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/6855241141196714008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/06/cute-pictures-of-my-girls.html' title='Cute pictures of my girls'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-5903320062178272731</id><published>2009-05-30T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:27:29.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun, Friends, and a Really big blow up water slide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; The Mason's invited a bunch of friends over to let all the kids play on their blow up water slide.  The kids, or should I say girls, because that is all anyone has, had a great time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lily, Marnie, Hallee, Brickley, Rilee, Tai, Boston, Katelyn, Teya, and Ivy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiGVrZTrOEI/AAAAAAAABu8/Vc_IjHasVAQ/s1600-h/may+20-22,2009+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341715205798443074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiGVrZTrOEI/AAAAAAAABu8/Vc_IjHasVAQ/s400/may+20-22,2009+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tai loves the water, so it didn't really matter that it was FREEZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiGVrBTiGoI/AAAAAAAABu0/AOkO6FgEJHw/s1600-h/may+20-22,2009+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341715199355394690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiGVrBTiGoI/AAAAAAAABu0/AOkO6FgEJHw/s400/may+20-22,2009+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are glad that summer is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiGVqq6n4mI/AAAAAAAABus/wYZgUwaUm_U/s1600-h/may+20-22,2009+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341715193345335906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiGVqq6n4mI/AAAAAAAABus/wYZgUwaUm_U/s400/may+20-22,2009+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teya just thought that the water guns were drinking fountains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341715215124052386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiGVr8DEuaI/AAAAAAAABvE/TpzF1KsIJO8/s400/may+20-22,2009+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-5903320062178272731?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/5903320062178272731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=5903320062178272731' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/5903320062178272731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/5903320062178272731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-friends-and-really-big-blow-up.html' title='Fun, Friends, and a Really big blow up water slide'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiGVrZTrOEI/AAAAAAAABu8/Vc_IjHasVAQ/s72-c/may+20-22,2009+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-5662758077888010395</id><published>2009-05-30T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:13:00.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging at the Q's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiGRg_T3GoI/AAAAAAAABuk/2i0rojbvAis/s1600-h/may+2009-grandma+Q%27s+camera+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year on Mothers Day, we went over to Paula and Kendalls for lunch and to hang out!  We always have a good time on their back patio and sitting in the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Kendall's position, I have so many pictures of him just like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiGRgpVPcRI/AAAAAAAABuc/OT0a4M78IHU/s1600-h/may+2009-grandma+Q%27s+camera+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341710623074906386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiGRgpVPcRI/AAAAAAAABuc/OT0a4M78IHU/s400/may+2009-grandma+Q%27s+camera+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tai took some pictures of daddy walking around:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiGRgpzSqLI/AAAAAAAABuU/zU6TdMERgN4/s1600-h/may+2009-grandma+Q%27s+camera+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341710623200946354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiGRgpzSqLI/AAAAAAAABuU/zU6TdMERgN4/s400/may+2009-grandma+Q%27s+camera+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and a picture of Tanner's foot. I must say, she did pretty good on the focus with this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiGRgS7nwrI/AAAAAAAABuM/BsEIaGOP4qE/s1600-h/may+2009-grandma+Q%27s+camera+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341710617061868210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiGRgS7nwrI/AAAAAAAABuM/BsEIaGOP4qE/s400/may+2009-grandma+Q%27s+camera+067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tanner busted out the swinging chair and Tai wouldn't let him have it all to himself.  She sat and swang with him for a while.  This is their "attitude" picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiGQuNRdCmI/AAAAAAAABuE/7BxTf3svSsM/s1600-h/may+2009-grandma+Q%27s+camera+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341709756549368418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiGQuNRdCmI/AAAAAAAABuE/7BxTf3svSsM/s400/may+2009-grandma+Q%27s+camera+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to try hula hooping.  I haven't done it in years.  It really isn't as easy as it looks, but once I got it down I tried two and then I tried the one around my arm at the same time.  This shot totally looks like I might be doing it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiGQt7C3akI/AAAAAAAABt8/UbvYSU7ZT5U/s1600-h/may+2009-grandma+Q%27s+camera+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341709751656344130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiGQt7C3akI/AAAAAAAABt8/UbvYSU7ZT5U/s400/may+2009-grandma+Q%27s+camera+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Mothers Day-My best girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiGQtm8XX1I/AAAAAAAABt0/AC2kYReXlI8/s1600-h/may+2009-grandma+Q%27s+camera+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341709746260369234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiGQtm8XX1I/AAAAAAAABt0/AC2kYReXlI8/s400/may+2009-grandma+Q%27s+camera+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these two so much!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiGQtUs9RPI/AAAAAAAABts/95q-Xb0BTsM/s1600-h/may+2009-grandma+Q%27s+camera+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341709741363905778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiGQtUs9RPI/AAAAAAAABts/95q-Xb0BTsM/s400/may+2009-grandma+Q%27s+camera+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another Happy Mother's Day to the three mothers that were there: &lt;div&gt;Me (mother of 2), Paula (mother of 4), and Grandma Whicker (mother of 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiGQtAgE0UI/AAAAAAAABtk/B7KP3JJvDqk/s1600-h/may+2009-grandma+Q%27s+camera+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341709735941165378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiGQtAgE0UI/AAAAAAAABtk/B7KP3JJvDqk/s400/may+2009-grandma+Q%27s+camera+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-5662758077888010395?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/5662758077888010395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=5662758077888010395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/5662758077888010395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/5662758077888010395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/05/hanging-at-qs.html' title='Hanging at the Q&apos;s'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiGRgpVPcRI/AAAAAAAABuc/OT0a4M78IHU/s72-c/may+2009-grandma+Q%27s+camera+069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-4223200335382210638</id><published>2009-05-30T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T08:57:01.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What would I do without these two?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My girls and I just have so much fun together!  I just can't even believe how much I love my girls!  They are my life, my joy (and pain-especially when I get hit with a toy) and my world-along with Jake (who isn't pictured)! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The many faces of us:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFWITk9eqI/AAAAAAAABtc/IR7Bnic7e9A/s1600-h/may+20-22,2009+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341645333732358818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFWITk9eqI/AAAAAAAABtc/IR7Bnic7e9A/s400/may+20-22,2009+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFWIJ7e-eI/AAAAAAAABtU/mUCABuJKymU/s1600-h/may+20-22,2009+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341645331142474210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFWIJ7e-eI/AAAAAAAABtU/mUCABuJKymU/s400/may+20-22,2009+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFWHjxVEwI/AAAAAAAABtM/yOtI8DMtGLU/s1600-h/may+20-22,2009+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341645320899334914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFWHjxVEwI/AAAAAAAABtM/yOtI8DMtGLU/s400/may+20-22,2009+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFWHVfhMEI/AAAAAAAABtE/0KTaIUZcmgE/s1600-h/may+20-22,2009+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341645317066534978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFWHVfhMEI/AAAAAAAABtE/0KTaIUZcmgE/s400/may+20-22,2009+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-4223200335382210638?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/4223200335382210638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=4223200335382210638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/4223200335382210638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/4223200335382210638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-would-i-do-without-these-two.html' title='What would I do without these two?'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFWITk9eqI/AAAAAAAABtc/IR7Bnic7e9A/s72-c/may+20-22,2009+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-1539355315198803812</id><published>2009-05-30T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T08:42:37.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like the old days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Braydan, Jake, Travis and Nate helping to clean out one of our new sheds.  They found some pretty cool stuff out there.  They each got to take something home with them, Braydan took the colorful shirt, Trav took the sweater vest and the tie that hit him mid chest and an old geometry book, and Nate took the sports jacket!  They were all laughing so hard.   &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFTQfwC77I/AAAAAAAABs8/Nh1xxq4Jw0Q/s1600-h/boys2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341642175904149426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFTQfwC77I/AAAAAAAABs8/Nh1xxq4Jw0Q/s400/boys2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-1539355315198803812?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/1539355315198803812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=1539355315198803812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/1539355315198803812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/1539355315198803812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-like-old-days.html' title='Just like the old days'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFTQfwC77I/AAAAAAAABs8/Nh1xxq4Jw0Q/s72-c/boys2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-7420484874079493688</id><published>2009-05-30T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T08:38:21.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer new ride</title><content type='html'>My mom and dad came down for a visit, and they brought their new car! My dad has been scoping one of these out for months.  KSL.com, local dealers, you name it, he's been on to see what kind of a deal he could get.  He finally found the right price for the right car.  It is pretty darn cool, zooped up with all the bells and whistles!  Dad, I love it!  When can I take it for a spin?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFSVzpBW4I/AAAAAAAABs0/Hkcjj7ySxsg/s1600-h/may+11.2009+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341641167631113090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFSVzpBW4I/AAAAAAAABs0/Hkcjj7ySxsg/s400/may+11.2009+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/686773714492046637-7420484874079493688?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/7420484874079493688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=7420484874079493688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/7420484874079493688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/7420484874079493688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/05/killer-new-ride.html' title='Killer new ride'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFSVzpBW4I/AAAAAAAABs0/Hkcjj7ySxsg/s72-c/may+11.2009+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-3045983651023982141</id><published>2009-05-30T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T08:29:41.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day at the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On our last day in San Diego, we decided to hit the beach. At first it was somewhat chilly and we weren't sure if the sun was ever going to come out, but the San Diegan's that we were with kept promising that the clouds would burn off and it would be beautiful. We kept waiting and waiting, and then finally, the sun came out! It was such a nice day and the kids were so good. They just played and played and played. None of them were scared of the water and the temp. of the water didn't matter either!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tai and Payton-they had so much fun together on the whole trip. They got along so good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFKRUdeKJI/AAAAAAAABsE/iYv6wAUYxuw/s1600-h/may+14-17,+2009+San+Diego+282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341632294448670866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFKRUdeKJI/AAAAAAAABsE/iYv6wAUYxuw/s400/may+14-17,+2009+San+Diego+282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all had sand EVERYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFKRHOv_fI/AAAAAAAABr8/foGDJOTjVSY/s1600-h/may+14-17,+2009+San+Diego+192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341632290897264114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFKRHOv_fI/AAAAAAAABr8/foGDJOTjVSY/s400/may+14-17,+2009+San+Diego+192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my little fish. Tai has always loved the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFKQrKzvEI/AAAAAAAABr0/DUH7jmX4xgI/s1600-h/may+14-17,+2009+San+Diego+165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341632283364539458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFKQrKzvEI/AAAAAAAABr0/DUH7jmX4xgI/s400/may+14-17,+2009+San+Diego+165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was so wierd. The colors without the sun at the beach were so blah! But when the sun came out everything was better! The girls still wanted to play in the water even if the sun wasn't out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFKQUERYWI/AAAAAAAABrs/WrqvNC2ywJw/s1600-h/may+14-17,+2009+San+Diego+133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341632277163106658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFKQUERYWI/AAAAAAAABrs/WrqvNC2ywJw/s400/may+14-17,+2009+San+Diego+133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute little Addison-I love the sand all over in her hair and on her face! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFKQIARsZI/AAAAAAAABrk/HR2PvihNnnM/s1600-h/may+14-17,+2009+San+Diego+163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341632273925124498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFKQIARsZI/AAAAAAAABrk/HR2PvihNnnM/s400/may+14-17,+2009+San+Diego+163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two little buddies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341636594818386930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFOLolgi_I/AAAAAAAABss/FoIs_oDVO7c/s400/may+14-17,+2009+San+Diego+211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake and I-Coranodo Island&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bridge to get there is so cool, you can see it in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341636590469398770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFOLYYoQPI/AAAAAAAABsk/U18Ts7Mt6u8/s400/may+14-17,+2009+San+Diego+253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My other little fishie: Yet again, we had to watch her so close, she just wandered everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341636586406270370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFOLJP51aI/AAAAAAAABsc/te0wPH8VL2I/s400/may+14-17,+2009+San+Diego+232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Teya was not afraid of the water at all.  She went into the water all the way up to her neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341636578645115202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFOKsVgAUI/AAAAAAAABsU/Z9VitNLaTbo/s400/may+14-17,+2009+San+Diego+276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tai making sand angels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341636573096142386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFOKXqhZjI/AAAAAAAABsM/kxzizxpp6kI/s400/may+14-17,+2009+San+Diego+224.JPG" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks again to Mike and Liz, they brought out the jet skiis and we all got a chance to ride them.  You guys always show us a good time when we come!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-3045983651023982141?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/3045983651023982141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=3045983651023982141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/3045983651023982141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/3045983651023982141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-at-beach.html' title='A day at the beach'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/SiFKRUdeKJI/AAAAAAAABsE/iYv6wAUYxuw/s72-c/may+14-17,+2009+San+Diego+282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-1670153889451248965</id><published>2009-05-23T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T12:16:47.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Padres</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;While in San Diego we were so fortunate to go to Jake &amp;amp; I's first Major League Baseball Game! At first it was a little iffy if we were even going to go- Suz's mom had offered to watch all 4 kids while we went, but Jake and I were unsure of how Teya the terror would act over there. But we finally decided to just go, and boy are we glad we did. Suz's friend from Layton was there with her very rich parents and they purchased our tickets for us while we were on the way there. Little did we know, they purchased us ticket on the 13TH ROW!!!!!!! Holy moly! We were so excited. We just kept going down and down and down! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Livin' it up at the Padre's Game:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShhElR9p2TI/AAAAAAAABoE/MA3l9D-bv0g/s1600-h/may+14-17,2009+san+diego+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339092765515569458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShhElR9p2TI/AAAAAAAABoE/MA3l9D-bv0g/s400/may+14-17,2009+san+diego+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake and I had to participate in tradition, having a Ballpark Hot Dog! They were offering the best deal ever: $5.00 for a hot dog, drink, cookie, peanuts, and popcorn! That is unheard of!!! Jake, Aaron, Suz and I all got the ball park deal. Jake got another Hot Dog and it cost him an additional $4.00 , so we got a pretty good deal (Aaron was a little miffed that he didn't think of that too):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One funny thing: when we were walking back to our seats with our arms full, I mean full of stuff, they had people throwing balls into the stands so we couldn't get into our seats because everyone was standing up screaming. So there we are standing in the isle and I hear Aaron say, "If one of those balls come flying at my head I am going to be pissed, cause I ain't dropping my hot dog to catch the ball" Well about 5 balls later, one comes flying in our direction, we all duck, luckily it went to the person standing next to us, but it was definitely a close call!! We all laughed so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShhElCm539I/AAAAAAAABn8/046QMdc9ubI/s1600-h/may+14-17,2009+san+diego+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339092761393618898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShhElCm539I/AAAAAAAABn8/046QMdc9ubI/s400/may+14-17,2009+san+diego+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are now fans!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShhEkmonRoI/AAAAAAAABn0/aszoTdfn7QY/s1600-h/may+14-17,2009+san+diego+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339092753884595842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShhEkmonRoI/AAAAAAAABn0/aszoTdfn7QY/s400/may+14-17,2009+san+diego+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That is how close we were to the action:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShhEkbsQozI/AAAAAAAABns/52AHnGnpf-k/s1600-h/may+14-17,2009+san+diego+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339092750947099442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShhEkbsQozI/AAAAAAAABns/52AHnGnpf-k/s400/may+14-17,2009+san+diego+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks Suz for introducing us to the Padres! We had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShhEkMD6cuI/AAAAAAAABnk/p-nE_eAMA2U/s1600-h/may+14-17,2009+san+diego+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339092746751341282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShhEkMD6cuI/AAAAAAAABnk/p-nE_eAMA2U/s400/may+14-17,2009+san+diego+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also a HUGE thank you to Liz and Mark for watching the kids for us so that we could have an actual date!! I know they were a lot of work, but from what you said they made you laugh! Hopefully that makes up for the scare Teya caused you when she tried to jump off the 3 story balcany!!!! So THANK YOU!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Date was pretty cheap! Suz's friend's parents bought our tickets and wouldn't let us pay them back, our meal cost $14.00 and I still owe Suz $10.00 for parking (we did Valet-livin' large in San Diego) So grand Total: $24.oo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-1670153889451248965?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/1670153889451248965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=1670153889451248965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/1670153889451248965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/1670153889451248965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/05/go-padres.html' title='Go Padres'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShhElR9p2TI/AAAAAAAABoE/MA3l9D-bv0g/s72-c/may+14-17,2009+san+diego+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-7582208318902127589</id><published>2009-05-19T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:10:33.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea World: AKA Shamu World</title><content type='html'>Well who can go to San Diego and not go to Sea World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Tai cheering on the Orca whales at the Shamu show!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShL3nLLd7MI/AAAAAAAABlo/v3WooqXwY9w/s1600-h/may+14-17,+2009+San+Diego+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337600760775306434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShL3nLLd7MI/AAAAAAAABlo/v3WooqXwY9w/s400/may+14-17,+2009+San+Diego+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little Teya was a terror at the starfish exhibit. She picked this starfish up and threw it. It landed wrong side up and Suz had to reach far into the water and turn it back over. Thanks Suz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShL3mrM5cSI/AAAAAAAABlg/dPOEzqxa-Gg/s1600-h/may+14-17,+2009+San+Diego+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337600752191369506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShL3mrM5cSI/AAAAAAAABlg/dPOEzqxa-Gg/s400/may+14-17,+2009+San+Diego+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaron, Payton &amp;amp; Tai looking at the sea stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShL3mWM36FI/AAAAAAAABlY/clIyy6yFUrA/s1600-h/may+14-17,+2009+San+Diego+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337600746554124370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShL3mWM36FI/AAAAAAAABlY/clIyy6yFUrA/s400/may+14-17,+2009+San+Diego+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a pretty big set of jaws!  This is after the shark encounter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShL1vxB6BsI/AAAAAAAABlQ/QcjI9js_xL4/s1600-h/may+14-17,+2009+San+Diego+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337598709351450306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShL1vxB6BsI/AAAAAAAABlQ/QcjI9js_xL4/s400/may+14-17,+2009+San+Diego+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our first stop.  Teya was in heaven, she just kept looking at the sea lions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShL1vseooyI/AAAAAAAABlI/AUM9QrifjhU/s1600-h/may+14-17,+2009+San+Diego+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337598708129768226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShL1vseooyI/AAAAAAAABlI/AUM9QrifjhU/s400/may+14-17,+2009+San+Diego+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teya was a little bit afraid of touching the sting rays, but she loved splashing in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShL1vHZGdAI/AAAAAAAABlA/mObKtWKKWmE/s1600-h/may+14-17,+09+san+diego+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337598698174444546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShL1vHZGdAI/AAAAAAAABlA/mObKtWKKWmE/s400/may+14-17,+09+san+diego+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our cute little family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShL1u6yrAGI/AAAAAAAABk4/Gfdmcrmw7b0/s1600-h/may+14-17,+09+san+diego+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337598694792036450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShL1u6yrAGI/AAAAAAAABk4/Gfdmcrmw7b0/s400/may+14-17,+09+san+diego+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our very most favorite friends:  Suz, Addison, Payton &amp;amp; Aaron.  We had such a good time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShL1ueNO20I/AAAAAAAABkw/87aF16bgq_s/s1600-h/may+14-17,+09+san+diego+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337598687118809922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShL1ueNO20I/AAAAAAAABkw/87aF16bgq_s/s400/may+14-17,+09+san+diego+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tai and Daddy touching the "Blue Rays" as Tai called them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShLy8cTq_TI/AAAAAAAABko/wdWeeNJw54c/s1600-h/may+14-17,+09+san+diego+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337595628592233778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShLy8cTq_TI/AAAAAAAABko/wdWeeNJw54c/s400/may+14-17,+09+san+diego+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our second day at Sea World, The girls each picked out a mommy and baby Shamu.  They were in heaven the rest of the day, playing with them at every stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShLy8HaUJqI/AAAAAAAABkg/EhBpJFkmc0E/s1600-h/may+14-17,+09+san+diego+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337595622982952610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShLy8HaUJqI/AAAAAAAABkg/EhBpJFkmc0E/s400/may+14-17,+09+san+diego+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beluga whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShLy788SplI/AAAAAAAABkY/gRN-1M7klq8/s1600-h/may+14-17,+09+san+diego+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337595620172670546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShLy788SplI/AAAAAAAABkY/gRN-1M7klq8/s400/may+14-17,+09+san+diego+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The walruses were a little strange.  They were eating right at the window. They would get all the fish in their mouths and then spit it all back out.  So gross!  But the girls loved watching them so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShLy7TK4WVI/AAAAAAAABkQ/hTAHT1dqeIs/s1600-h/may+14-17,+09+san+diego+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337595608959572306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShLy7TK4WVI/AAAAAAAABkQ/hTAHT1dqeIs/s400/may+14-17,+09+san+diego+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShLy6-j3SkI/AAAAAAAABkI/inXHEBdl2UY/s1600-h/may+14-17,+09+san+diego+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337595603427215938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShLy6-j3SkI/AAAAAAAABkI/inXHEBdl2UY/s400/may+14-17,+09+san+diego+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-7582208318902127589?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/7582208318902127589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=7582208318902127589' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/7582208318902127589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/7582208318902127589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/05/sea-world-aka-shamu-world.html' title='Sea World: AKA Shamu World'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShL3nLLd7MI/AAAAAAAABlo/v3WooqXwY9w/s72-c/may+14-17,+2009+San+Diego+054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-836440353685730809</id><published>2009-05-19T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:46:02.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our San Diego Trip 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok, so we love to fly and it shows! Well, we really went on Jetblue, but we really like to fly! There is just something so fun about walking into the airport, checking your luggage, removing your shoes and going through your carry on's with security, and watching the planes come in wondering which one will be yours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jake was supposed to be in the picture too, but you know him, he ducked!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShLi5EapDZI/AAAAAAAABj4/QGzOa8S3wuI/s1600-h/may+14-17,+09+san+diego+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337577978453364114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShLi5EapDZI/AAAAAAAABj4/QGzOa8S3wuI/s400/may+14-17,+09+san+diego+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way there, Tai and Payton got to sit by eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShLi4hikB0I/AAAAAAAABjw/e0KBC4XB7U4/s1600-h/may+14-17,+09+san+diego+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337577969091348290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShLi4hikB0I/AAAAAAAABjw/e0KBC4XB7U4/s400/may+14-17,+09+san+diego+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teya did not like to have her window open. She had to sit by the window because of the whole car seat thing, but i really needed it open during take off or I start to get sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShLi4ZnHClI/AAAAAAAABjo/n-WmBE4BRdE/s1600-h/may+14-17,+09+san+diego+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337577966962936402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShLi4ZnHClI/AAAAAAAABjo/n-WmBE4BRdE/s400/may+14-17,+09+san+diego+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and Tai walking around the airport waiting for our departure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShLi3yaQgRI/AAAAAAAABjg/8rz2zLXz5eU/s1600-h/may+14-17,+09+san+diego+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337577956440047890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShLi3yaQgRI/AAAAAAAABjg/8rz2zLXz5eU/s400/may+14-17,+09+san+diego+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teya had fun touching everything! They both traveled really well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShLi3rPWmPI/AAAAAAAABjY/Z6xAqj13GaU/s1600-h/may+14-17,+09+san+diego+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337577954515261682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShLi3rPWmPI/AAAAAAAABjY/Z6xAqj13GaU/s400/may+14-17,+09+san+diego+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake and I thought this view was pretty cool.  It is on the other side of Utah Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337592163714092530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShLvywoWTfI/AAAAAAAABkA/75qddX9urIQ/s400/may+14-17,+09+san+diego+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-836440353685730809?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/836440353685730809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=836440353685730809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/836440353685730809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/836440353685730809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-san-diego-trip-2009.html' title='Our San Diego Trip 2009'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShLi5EapDZI/AAAAAAAABj4/QGzOa8S3wuI/s72-c/may+14-17,+09+san+diego+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686773714492046637.post-5749882383746850439</id><published>2009-05-18T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:55:42.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For my birthday, Jake took us up to Grass Valley for a picnic (prepared by me).  We let the kids play, had lunch, and enjoyed being outside.  Oh of course we changed the water while we were there!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337217736726589874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShGbQPaAsbI/AAAAAAAABh4/G7f1-jjegmA/s400/may+9,+2009+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I had to take some pictures of the clouds that day!  They were so pretty. I am not really sure what that means when they look like that, but I sure would like to know.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShGfLS2AJ9I/AAAAAAAABjI/rm7lEVL1mYE/s1600-h/may+9-11,09+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337222049796466642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShGfLS2AJ9I/AAAAAAAABjI/rm7lEVL1mYE/s400/may+9-11,09+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little irrigation girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShGej08Kw6I/AAAAAAAABjA/3Cq7lbRSfZQ/s1600-h/may+9-11,09+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337221371754365858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShGej08Kw6I/AAAAAAAABjA/3Cq7lbRSfZQ/s400/may+9-11,09+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teya had a fabulous nap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShGejtk6TjI/AAAAAAAABi4/P0R3xK4tk7U/s1600-h/may+9-11,09+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337221369777770034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShGejtk6TjI/AAAAAAAABi4/P0R3xK4tk7U/s400/may+9-11,09+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShGejA_QlrI/AAAAAAAABio/HCbyii-7ch8/s1600-h/may+9-11,09+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337221357808686770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShGejA_QlrI/AAAAAAAABio/HCbyii-7ch8/s400/may+9-11,09+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cloud was the coolest ever.  You can't see it, but it had a rainbow right by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShGei6ixL9I/AAAAAAAABig/h9PXrrQAKYc/s1600-h/may+9,+2009+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337221356078575570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShGei6ixL9I/AAAAAAAABig/h9PXrrQAKYc/s400/may+9,+2009+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teya sliding down the dirt hill on her bum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShGbRtDD1dI/AAAAAAAABiY/ixKzolShDYU/s1600-h/may+9,+2009+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337217761863259602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShGbRtDD1dI/AAAAAAAABiY/ixKzolShDYU/s400/may+9,+2009+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought this was kind of funny.  Tai found some shade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShGbRYtTbeI/AAAAAAAABiQ/feGbU7JWmVk/s1600-h/may+9,+2009+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337217756403297762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShGbRYtTbeI/AAAAAAAABiQ/feGbU7JWmVk/s400/may+9,+2009+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My girls really play good together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShGbRLMqPhI/AAAAAAAABiI/tX2UzYzDcp8/s1600-h/may+9,+2009+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337217752776719890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShGbRLMqPhI/AAAAAAAABiI/tX2UzYzDcp8/s400/may+9,+2009+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShGbQUNcR3I/AAAAAAAABiA/EMfYnBzW_nw/s1600-h/may+9,+2009+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337217738016049010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShGbQUNcR3I/AAAAAAAABiA/EMfYnBzW_nw/s400/may+9,+2009+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686773714492046637-5749882383746850439?l=lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/5749882383746850439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686773714492046637&amp;postID=5749882383746850439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/5749882383746850439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686773714492046637/posts/default/5749882383746850439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostcreekquarnbergs.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me'/><author><name>The Quarnbergs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704816423860235802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0OVe3dB-Mo/ShGbQPaAsbI/AAAAAAAABh4/G7f1-jjegmA/s72-c/may+9,+2009+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
