<?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-7154327239714555980</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:56:54.755-08:00</updated><category term='Grandparents'/><title type='text'>Bunkerville</title><subtitle type='html'>We are a couple from Spanish Fork, UT! We want to share our lives with friends and family... come read up! :D</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>B</name><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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7154327239714555980.post-7621184970675585585</id><published>2010-04-23T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T00:50:12.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time, who's got the time... **cute**</title><content type='html'>While, I'm sitting here after just rejoining the world of blogging (hopefully to stay) I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reminiscing&lt;/span&gt; over some of the different things I have been through this past year. I have a super cute story about my youngest niece that I still love to tell all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one on of the many sleepovers my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nieces&lt;/span&gt; had at my house every weekend for few months in the winter, it was a Saturday morning and I was trying to rush to get the kids fed, bathed, and ready to leave the house for the day so that our house could be viewed by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Realtors&lt;/span&gt;, and buyers (our home is for sale).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am downstairs styling my middle niece Gracie's hair, and I hear a distant sound.... "I gotta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;feelin&lt;/span&gt;', that tonight's gonna be a good night, that tonight's gonna be a good, good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;niiiight&lt;/span&gt;.... " which was my phone ringer at the time. At this moment, my hands are tied between elastics, braids, a brush, and a spray bottle. So I look to the closest helper... (my youngest niece Kaylee 4 yrs old) and say, "Kaylee, babe... will you please run up and grab my phone from the bathroom counter in my bedroom? You can hear it ringing, please hurry..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she turns to me, with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PetShop&lt;/span&gt; pets in hand (bobbling their heads) and she said "Um..." (longer than needed pause) "I just don't have the time...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, this REALLY got to me.... I seriously dropped Gracie's hair from my hands, and looked at Kaylee, with a shocked, surprised, impressed, upset, look on my face (however that looks, I don't know but that's how I felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;) and said.... "Excuse me Kaylee babe, what did you say?" She repeated, "I just DON'T have the time!" Very sternly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I didn't really know what to do with this... and I went and got my phone, and of course ended up running way late because I had to restart Gracie's hair. I spent the whole day, thinking about this and laughing to myself silently... literally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ALLL&lt;/span&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that shocks me the most, is how MUCH kids pick up, how FAST, and that they actually seem to know what it all means! I have laughed about this moment for months now... I just love those kids to death and am so blessed that they all have the most amazing personalities ever that keep us on our toes, so that we know how to change, adapt, and react to them. A 4 yr old telling me she doesn't have the time... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; well at least she is beginning to understand the significance of TIME... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just wanted to share that cute little story. :) I will laugh about this forever!!!!!! &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7154327239714555980-7621184970675585585?l=bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7621184970675585585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-whos-got-time-cute.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/7621184970675585585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/7621184970675585585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-whos-got-time-cute.html' title='Time, who&apos;s got the time... **cute**'/><author><name>B</name><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-7154327239714555980.post-1996054271952182915</id><published>2010-04-22T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:44:35.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a CRAZY long time...</title><content type='html'>Wellll..... it sure has been a long time since I've blogged last. I had the most precious, almost bitter sweet Christmas, started a new job that I love, and am just working on and striving to take care of my thriving family.... I will hopefully post pics from winter and new ones from springtime camping too! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7154327239714555980-1996054271952182915?l=bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1996054271952182915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/crazy-long-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/1996054271952182915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/1996054271952182915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/crazy-long-time.html' title='a CRAZY long time...'/><author><name>B</name><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-7154327239714555980.post-5631262053680409993</id><published>2009-09-08T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:26:27.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smith's Res!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ThEYUBKISU/SqbLg2_GOcI/AAAAAAAAADA/KNfOzK5nVfI/s1600-h/lake+2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ThEYUBKISU/SqbLg2_GOcI/AAAAAAAAADA/KNfOzK5nVfI/s320/lake+2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379210570317052354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ThEYUBKISU/SqbLgl66WGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cnF0Rexjvqo/s1600-h/Lake.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ThEYUBKISU/SqbLgl66WGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cnF0Rexjvqo/s320/Lake.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379210565736093794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is Smith's Res. up Lake Fork Canyon in Spanish Fork. Such a beautiful place for a Sunday ride. Took us about an hour to get up there and when we did we just hung out! So pretty! No better way to ground yourself then to be with nature!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7154327239714555980-5631262053680409993?l=bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5631262053680409993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-smiths-res.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/5631262053680409993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/5631262053680409993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-smiths-res.html' title='Smith&apos;s Res!'/><author><name>B</name><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/__ThEYUBKISU/SqbLg2_GOcI/AAAAAAAAADA/KNfOzK5nVfI/s72-c/lake+2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7154327239714555980.post-3561907031078001410</id><published>2009-08-27T22:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:02:56.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Deer of the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ThEYUBKISU/Spdk92kXydI/AAAAAAAAACw/UJfzEypqnt8/s1600-h/deer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374875694072842706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ThEYUBKISU/Spdk92kXydI/AAAAAAAAACw/UJfzEypqnt8/s320/deer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this isn't the deer Josh actually got, or wanted, however it's a pretty nice buck! This is the first deer out of our hunting group to be had this season so far. Scored 153.5 so it's pretty average size. He needs a nose job though, you can't see it in the picture but he has a schnoz like Gonzo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, usually once the first buck has been caught, everyone elses come right after so this week we should be coming home with some food storage for our freezer for the next year! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7154327239714555980-3561907031078001410?l=bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3561907031078001410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-deer-of-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/3561907031078001410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/3561907031078001410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-deer-of-season.html' title='First Deer of the Season'/><author><name>B</name><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/__ThEYUBKISU/Spdk92kXydI/AAAAAAAAACw/UJfzEypqnt8/s72-c/deer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7154327239714555980.post-86639900049249098</id><published>2009-08-27T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:59:47.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewww McDonalds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Josh and I had McDonalds chicken nuggets for dinner yesterday and had even given some to our dogs. We were all SOOO sick we thought we were dying. So just a warning... Don't eat McDonalds for a couple of days. I couldn't even work, I've never been so sick from food in my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bllleeeeeeeh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7154327239714555980-86639900049249098?l=bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/86639900049249098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/ewww-mcdonalds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/86639900049249098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/86639900049249098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/ewww-mcdonalds.html' title='Ewww McDonalds'/><author><name>B</name><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-7154327239714555980.post-8745259043376268119</id><published>2009-08-25T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:39:45.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huntin' Season... The Love of the Outdoors!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ThEYUBKISU/SpQTqmv5csI/AAAAAAAAACo/j1PAG6slPZ0/s1600-h/Hunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ThEYUBKISU/SpQTqmv5csI/AAAAAAAAACo/j1PAG6slPZ0/s400/Hunt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373941878036722370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I have a broken Mom and a broken Husband plus I've had 2 funerals this week and sooo much more going on. It's insanity. It's definitely pouring in my life right now but we're finding ways to keep happy.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We went for a ride to scout for deer together yesterday. Although I refuse to actually "hunt" the animals... I have a pretty good eye for my husband. Everyone at his Grandpa's funeral yesterday said that he would rather have us be hunting or riding than having to sit through a funeral so as soon as the luncheon was over, that's just what we did. It lifted our spirits that's for sure! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's a blurry picture but when you're racing down the mountain trying to beat the storm... you get the point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7154327239714555980-8745259043376268119?l=bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8745259043376268119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/huntin-season-love-of-outdoors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/8745259043376268119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/8745259043376268119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/huntin-season-love-of-outdoors.html' title='Huntin&apos; Season... The Love of the Outdoors!'/><author><name>B</name><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/__ThEYUBKISU/SpQTqmv5csI/AAAAAAAAACo/j1PAG6slPZ0/s72-c/Hunt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7154327239714555980.post-5646273466622633522</id><published>2009-08-25T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:32:52.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Mommy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ThEYUBKISU/SpQSA5I_wQI/AAAAAAAAACg/9xtvEeprO6E/s1600-h/Mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ThEYUBKISU/SpQSA5I_wQI/AAAAAAAAACg/9xtvEeprO6E/s400/Mom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373940061907697922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So here is a picture of my mom's thumb. The one night that I don't go to our softball game, my mom decides to get all broken up! I guess she was trying to tag out a runner into her base and his game plan was to knock her over so that she couldn't reach him with the ball. Didn't work, she still tagged him out but he clean ripped her thumb off he tendons and possibly dislocated it! :( Pour lady. She will see the surgeon today to see what needs to be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7154327239714555980-5646273466622633522?l=bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5646273466622633522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/poor-mommy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/5646273466622633522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/5646273466622633522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/poor-mommy.html' title='Poor Mommy...'/><author><name>B</name><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/__ThEYUBKISU/SpQSA5I_wQI/AAAAAAAAACg/9xtvEeprO6E/s72-c/Mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7154327239714555980.post-3206062947837312022</id><published>2009-08-24T22:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:33:11.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace</title><content type='html'>I decided at Grandpa Bunker's funeral procession today, that "Rest In Peace" is no longer a spiritually correct term for me. It's more like, keep up the good work that you did while you were here on earth and enjoy the new life that has been given to you. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7154327239714555980-3206062947837312022?l=bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3206062947837312022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/rest-in-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/3206062947837312022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/3206062947837312022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest In Peace'/><author><name>B</name><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-7154327239714555980.post-7072837778515116116</id><published>2009-08-23T22:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:09:15.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>So Josh and I went to the viewing for his Grandpa Bunker tonight. It was so incredible and so many people came that we had to stay for an extra hour just to get the line out around the block to be able to come inside and through the line. Bittersweet to see how much happiness, conversations, and great memories came out of remembering his life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the viewing my Dad left me a message that his girlfriend of 10 years, her mom had passed yesterday. We'll be attending another funeral Tuesday night as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so crazy and synchronicity can be very inconvenient but it all comes when it's supposed to so that you can learn the lesson that is most important for you at that time in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we spend most our time with family, we have taken away from this that it is time for us to get more serious about our own family life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we've decided to make some changes as to where our focus is. No better time than now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate your loved ones everyday and make sure its known that they are loved. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7154327239714555980-7072837778515116116?l=bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7072837778515116116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/7072837778515116116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/7072837778515116116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>B</name><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-7154327239714555980.post-4796580161749394170</id><published>2009-08-22T01:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:33:10.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blue Angry Face...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cellspin.net/user/407b84af5f/post/71724/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://posts.cellspin.net/posts/41509/2009/08/22/full_80f5d966acf9ee97592d9c8bf1ba311d.png"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.cellspin.net"&gt;www.cellspin.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7154327239714555980-4796580161749394170?l=bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4796580161749394170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-blue-angry-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/4796580161749394170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/4796580161749394170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-blue-angry-face.html' title='Baby Blue Angry Face...'/><author><name>B</name><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-7154327239714555980.post-7174318381421772215</id><published>2009-08-22T01:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:22:45.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Blue... thats what I call 'er!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so not the most flattering picture below (my phone app makes me send pics and text to my blog separately) but I just wanted to post a picture to help describe my boredum and craving for my dirt bike! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since Josh had his accident I havent really been able to go riding, before the dirt bike I would ride my wheeler and it would be great, release some steam etc... then he gets me this dirt bike (I NEVER wanted) and I am hooked like a drug! I start practicing track, going 2-3 times a week and then to a dead hault. :( uhggggh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, I started remodeling my mom's bathroom for her because I have no other fun, tough, hobby besides my bike so I do construction and paint. Seems a little pathetic to me. Although, its going to look totally amazing, might I add ;) friendly plug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I just wanted to share that hobbies are important and they keep you sane and if it wasnt for helping take care of my hubby keeping me busy ;) I would be totally insane! And for those of you who know me well, I know you're saying (you already are...) lol... but there is nothin wrong with a bit of crazy right?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone reading this would like to go for a ride with me... hit me up! It really just comes down to... I always drop my bike trying to unload it myself HAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there is my 2:30am blog for Friday! Nighty, Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7154327239714555980-7174318381421772215?l=bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7174318381421772215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-baby-blue-thats-what-i-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/7174318381421772215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/7174318381421772215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-baby-blue-thats-what-i-call.html' title='My Baby Blue... thats what I call &amp;#39;er!'/><author><name>B</name><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-7154327239714555980.post-7526888183391186159</id><published>2009-08-20T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:14:27.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattered..... Ouch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ThEYUBKISU/So2BZFwKrfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WW86tWPJiPk/s1600-h/Pins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ThEYUBKISU/So2BZFwKrfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WW86tWPJiPk/s400/Pins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372092198563786226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So June was kind of a crazy month. Both of our birthdays were in June, I also quit my job on my birthday... loooooong story... Which is June 13th. So a week to the day after I quit my job, and 2 days before Josh's birthday. He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;decides we're going to go ride our dirt bikes out at a track in Delta, UT. Since Josh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and I love to ride so much, it only made sense that's what he wanted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to do for his birthday.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we knew the weather would be bad, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you'r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ways weary when that happens bec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ause as everyone knows, mud isn't the eas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;iest thing to ride your dirt bike in! Plus I always have these feelings. So I thought... g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eez I should take it easy today, I feel like I could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;get hurt today.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go down to Delta, get unloaded, geared up, hydrated, etc. We MAYBE make it around the track twice before I come up over this huge step up behind Josh and someone is flagging me over so that no on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e will run over him or his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bike. So there he is, on the ground. Unable to move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.... when this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;happens, you know Josh is hurt because he is always trying to push himself with injuries. We get him a ride back to the truck and slowly take his boots and riding gear off to look at his foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately I know it's broken....bad.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So a lot of other stuff happened between then and when we were able to get him into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the foot surgeon, which was that next Tuesday. We get his X-rays and it's obvious.... somethings missing and wrong. I don't have those X-rays but they're hard to explain anyway.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So he had his first surgery 06/25/2009. Originally it was only supposed to last an hour... 3 1/2 hours, 8 screws, 1 plate, and 2 pins later..... his surgery was over. His foot was the size of his head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;! It was crazy! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he's been healing, his pins were taken out a week ago and he wasn't able to walk on it until then. He can now walk on it but he has to be in his boot. He'll be that way until the first of November, and a second surgery to get his hardware removed. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tough ordeal for him... and me but it's been one of the greatest learning experiences ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy because we've been through soooooooooooo much and even as more experiences happen to us, we just ROLL with the punches and are happier and happier day by day!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOooooo.... Mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ral of the story, is. Have fun, if you break stuff, break something that can be fixed, and enjoy every experience t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ThEYUBKISU/So2BZvJ8w_I/AAAAAAAAACY/Q1d33EXJf8s/s1600-h/Ugly+foot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ThEYUBKISU/So2BZvJ8w_I/AAAAAAAAACY/Q1d33EXJf8s/s400/Ugly+foot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372092209677779954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hat life throws at you. At least you'll have an amazing story to tell!!! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7154327239714555980-7526888183391186159?l=bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7526888183391186159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/shattere-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/7526888183391186159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/7526888183391186159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/shattere-d.html' title='Shattered..... Ouch!'/><author><name>B</name><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/__ThEYUBKISU/So2BZFwKrfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WW86tWPJiPk/s72-c/Pins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7154327239714555980.post-5974379967221310056</id><published>2009-08-20T09:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T09:09:26.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help with my blog!</title><content type='html'>Ok so really... I need help with my blog... It looks sooo sad! Come on Jess, I know you know how to help me ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7154327239714555980-5974379967221310056?l=bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5974379967221310056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/help-with-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/5974379967221310056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/5974379967221310056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/help-with-my-blog.html' title='Help with my blog!'/><author><name>B</name><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-7154327239714555980.post-5341015823060231758</id><published>2009-08-19T13:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:19:40.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If anyone knows how to make my blog look pretty... lol... please let me know. It's not really workin' out for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7154327239714555980-5341015823060231758?l=bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5341015823060231758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/pretty-blog.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/5341015823060231758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/5341015823060231758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/pretty-blog.html' title='Pretty Blog!'/><author><name>B</name><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-7154327239714555980.post-8327187973641448554</id><published>2009-08-19T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:01:46.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandparents'/><title type='text'>08/18/2009 LeGrand Bunker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I woke up feeling amazing. There are just some days when you wake up with more joy than others. I should start to be more aware of these days instead of brushing them off. On the day of my first car accident I remember feeling this way, and being happier than I had been in a couple weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I get to work and at about 9am, I get a text from Josh, "My Grandpa died". This wasn't the best feeling or best way to start out the day, and I was actually a little shocked even though I know his health hadn't been doing well and he had been living with declining Alzheimers for the last year. We know it's his time, and now he can be free from his disease and live happy and healthy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;His Grandpa LeGrand has been in my life since we started dating, (7 Years ago) all of the family parties were at his house every summer and Christmas. I knew him well although he often called me Melissa. With 70+ kids, grand kids, &amp;amp; great grand kids, you can't expect him to remember everyones name I guess. It wasn't so much that I was upset that he had died, just because I've had grandparents pass away and I realize their lives just became so much better where they are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It was the fact that I knew how much my husband hurt, and that he hasn't had many deaths to deal with in his life, that hurt me so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So when I was able to talk to him about it on the phone a couple of hours later, he said he was prompted and had the strongest feeling that he needed to go hunting. Most would think... Geez what a way to have an excuse to go hunting. But with my husband in tears I knew it was his Grandpa telling him he needed to get away. Josh and his Grandpa's relationship consisted of hunting skills, trophies, guns, bows, and trials bikes. Of course there was more to it than that, but all of the times Josh has ever talked about his Grandpa, it was about a specific hunting or trials trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;With Josh having a shattered foot (another blog, another time) he can't make it up to "his mountain" to hunt where his family and his Grandpa normally hunt. So this year is definately trying for my husband. He can't ride his bike, or hunt where he loves and knows the mountain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wanted to share this because I wanted to make sure that everyone knows how important something is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Not that this is going to make a difference for the initial shock that someone gets when these types of things happen, but I wanted to point out the extreme feeling of joy I had at the beginning of the day. I know now that I have these feelings for a reason. As they have happened on many occasions. They tell me that it's ok to be at peace, and preparing me for the "worst". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I just wanted everyone to know that every experience in our life is an experience that comes from joy. It's hard to think of every experience like this, but Josh and I are slowly taking a different look at life and the world around us. It's hard, sometimes you just want to be angry. But life isn't meant to be miserable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So at the end of the day, Josh and I went home and talked a bit and had a happy the rest of the night, because we realized what a joy it is to have who we have in our lives and to have experienced those lives while they were here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;SOOOOO.... now that I had a big sappy second blog. I hope someone can take something away from it. I love talking about the learning experiences we have here on earth and as husband and wife!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7154327239714555980-8327187973641448554?l=bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8327187973641448554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/08182009-legrand-bunker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/8327187973641448554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/8327187973641448554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/08182009-legrand-bunker.html' title='08/18/2009 LeGrand Bunker'/><author><name>B</name><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-7154327239714555980.post-1159923354088884556</id><published>2009-08-19T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T11:35:43.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it's our first blog and it's gonna be good! Our paths have lead us through a whirlwind the last few years. This year by far has been the best! Some people might say it would be the worst... but for us it's all about learning and growing together and becoming the best people we can be. Every "trial" laid out in front of us, we were blessed with. Blessed to have that experience and everyday our lives become better, we become closer, and more love fills our hearts because of these experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope with this blog that whatever is said, can be taken in for what it is and maybe even to heart. We also want to be able to update friends and family with whatever is going on in our lives and same with you. We sometimes forget to stop and just say hello to people and this will hopefully help us with that! We're gonna have lots of fun with this bloggy thing.... so hold on tight!  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7154327239714555980-1159923354088884556?l=bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1159923354088884556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-its-our-first-blog-and-its-gonna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/1159923354088884556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7154327239714555980/posts/default/1159923354088884556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunkervilleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-its-our-first-blog-and-its-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><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></feed>
