<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396690973062277127</id><updated>2009-11-11T15:11:06.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sederbergs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164159859610996355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396690973062277127.post-5904705076001281622</id><published>2009-11-10T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T08:33:10.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>28 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;October 30 marked 28 weeks. (For those of you not used to referring to a pregnancy by weeks, I'll use other terms: six months.) I'm officially in the third trimester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SvmUoyNYpaI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ae_vXdHyG6Y/s1600-h/IMG_1431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SvmUoyNYpaI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ae_vXdHyG6Y/s320/IMG_1431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402512656401212834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;P.S. We will (eventually) put up pictures of the new home, so stay tuned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396690973062277127-5904705076001281622?l=sederbergs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/5904705076001281622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396690973062277127&amp;postID=5904705076001281622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/5904705076001281622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/5904705076001281622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/2009/11/28-weeks.html' title='28 weeks'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164159859610996355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14887330291775416665'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SvmUoyNYpaI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ae_vXdHyG6Y/s72-c/IMG_1431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396690973062277127.post-393326875428586746</id><published>2009-11-06T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T08:34:42.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We bought our first home today. We'll be moving to southwest Orem. I grew up in northeast Orem, and I never envisioned myself sticking around the valley so long, much less buying a home on the Mountain View side of town (I went to Orem High.) We had been looking off and on to buy a home for about a year now. We'd focused our search on Springville, where we currently live, since we really like this town for a number of reasons. However, we couldn't find a place that felt right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been avoiding looking for homes in Orem/Provo, preferring to stay on the outskirts of Utah Valley. Actually, the home we ended up buying was the first home we even looked at in Orem. We saw it listed online one evening, phoned our realtor the next morning, saw the house two hours later, liked nearly everything about it, felt good, made an offer an hour later, and the sellers accepted our offer a few hours after that. It was amazing how quickly it went, after fruitlessly searching for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make a few comments about the different people we interacted when we bought our home. We didn't know a thing about buying a home before we did it, so this is what I learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALTOR: As a home buyer, it's hard to think of a reason to not use an agent. The seller pays the agent commission (the buyer's agent and the seller's agent split 6% of the price of the home), so you basically get the help of the buyer for free (as I understand it, if the buyer has no agent, the seller's agent gets the full 6% still). Additionally, you need an agent, as far as I can tell, to open up key boxes to look at houses. We used Donna Lee Henderson from Affiliated Realty Group. She is an old family friend that my parents and neighbors have used to buy and sell property. I appreciated her help and would recommend her. We felt bad because I think we must have looked at over 20 homes, but she was very patient with us, and there were a number of times that she was more excited to be looking at homes than we were, since we had started to doubt if we would ever find a house that we would want to move into at a price we would want to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORTGAGE BROKER: We initially worked with a traditional mortgage broker. However, I had heard ads for Box Home Loans on the radio and was intrigued by their tagline: "Your reward for great credit." We hoped we might qualify, so we checked out this company and realized that we would save about $3,000 in closing costs by going with them. That's really some incredible savings. I initially was a bit worried about using a company whose stated inspiration is In-n-Out Burgers--they want to be as efficient as possible and they only do "easy" loans. However, we found some good recommendations for them, so we went ahead. Honestly, Tricia and I didn't always feel like the loan officer assigned to us was always completely aware of everything, but he did a satisfactory job and it was evident that he always had a supervisor making sure he didn't mess up or forget something. (It seems that they recently made a rash of hires to meet the increased demand, and maybe we got a new guy). I would definitely recommend using Box Home Loans--that extra $3k that we saved will be mighty useful as we get ready to have our baby in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weirdest part of the mortgage was trying to decide when to lock our rate. Box Home Loans lets you check the daily rate online, and it fluctuates every day, so we spent a week or two trying to get the pulse of the market so we could lock in on the very best day. We discovered that it's quite impossible to guess what the interest rate will change to each day (at least for us) so we finally just locked in a rate that we felt good about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMEOWNERS INSURANCE: We discovered that we needed to get homeowners insurance before our loan could go through. Bear River Mutual turned out to have the best rates for us. It was really fun for me to discover as I tried to find an insurance agent that my friend TJ Bowen from college now works at LA Bowen insurance. We made him our insurance agent and it was nice to be able to reconnect with him. I'd always looked up to TJ in college and it was fun to be able to do business with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396690973062277127-393326875428586746?l=sederbergs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/393326875428586746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396690973062277127&amp;postID=393326875428586746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/393326875428586746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/393326875428586746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-home.html' title='New home'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700242072073718636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12141276952191707918'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396690973062277127.post-5177463092186768587</id><published>2009-10-23T12:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T12:43:59.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>empathy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;WARNING: This post will likely be ponderous--maybe even rambling. You have been warned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today on NPR, a scientist reported that studies of animals show many more instances of empathy than of greed. In fact, this scientist was proposing that today's animals have survived evolution because of their empathy, not their greed. Take, for instance, a mother monkey. When her child screams out for attention, she responds--mostly because her child might die if she doesn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As an expecting mother, I have thought long and hard about the kind of mother I want to be and the kind of environment I want to create for Henry (the baby's name--I sure hope he looks like a Henry when he comes out). As a human, I have a bit more wiggle room when it comes to responding to my baby's cry. Essentially, I have fewer predators to deal with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But then again, do I? My main goal as a mother is to teach Henry TRUTH. And I know a lot of un-truth exists in the world. So maybe I won't have to deal with predators who will kill my child physically, but I will be dealing with a lot of predators who could kill my child spiritually (and emotionally). And I wonder what the warning signs will be? Certainly, I can be empathetic to a cry, but what are the signs of Henry latching on to un-truths? And will I see them in time? And how will I respond?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It turns out I don't have all the answers (sorry to disappoint), but I am comforted by the fact that I am armed with the SOURCE of truth. I plan to use that source as my first line of defense (or attack, as necessary) to envelop Henry in truth. Truth that will set him free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396690973062277127-5177463092186768587?l=sederbergs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/5177463092186768587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396690973062277127&amp;postID=5177463092186768587' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/5177463092186768587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/5177463092186768587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/2009/10/empathy.html' title='empathy'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164159859610996355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14887330291775416665'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396690973062277127.post-9141574055828394724</id><published>2009-10-02T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T06:44:33.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday vacation</title><content type='html'>Trish and I had been talking all summer about a one-day vacation for just the two of us. We're lucky to live nearby lots of family, so usually when we come up with a fun idea, our next thought is to start calling some parents and siblings to drag along. However, we realized that our days of being able to run off by ourselves are numbered, since our baby boy will be born in January. So we designated this Friday as our vacation day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove out of Springville Thursday afternoon and headed south to Manti, where we spent the night in the Temple View Lodge, right across the street from the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/SsbfLTtgHJI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Sm9zdUkofYY/s1600-h/IMG_1392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/SsbfLTtgHJI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Sm9zdUkofYY/s400/IMG_1392.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388239389558054034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we had a neat, spiritually rejuvenating going through the Manti Temple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/SsbffqrNATI/AAAAAAAAAbc/8ape29SYFlw/s1600-h/IMG_1388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/SsbffqrNATI/AAAAAAAAAbc/8ape29SYFlw/s400/IMG_1388.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388239739319812402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch, we enjoyed very tasty donuts and a delicious burger at Miller's Drive Thru. 15 years ago, I had played a tennis match in Manti, and our coach had brought us to this donut place afterwards. I had great memories of it, and I wasn't disappointed when I returned today. Best apple fritter and mushroom burger (on a freshly baked bun) that I've had in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/SsbfgNlleWI/AAAAAAAAAbk/gyjpznjDtYU/s1600-h/IMG_1394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/SsbfgNlleWI/AAAAAAAAAbk/gyjpznjDtYU/s400/IMG_1394.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388239748691491170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we drove north, meandering through the charming small towns, settled by Mormon pioneers, that dot Sanpete Valley. In Mount Pleasant we stopped for a chocolate shake and strolled along the historic main street. Then, in Fairview, we took a detour. Rather than heading straight home, we took a scenic route. The fall colors are just beginning to turn, so the aspen forests were a very pretty mix of green, red, and yellow. It snowed last night, so the white snow add to the pretty scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/SsbfhGEuDoI/AAAAAAAAAb0/xtPvb36XeBI/s1600-h/IMG_1397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/SsbfhGEuDoI/AAAAAAAAAb0/xtPvb36XeBI/s400/IMG_1397.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388239763854462594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/Ssbfgr-xTSI/AAAAAAAAAbs/tclGduRDcn8/s1600-h/IMG_1396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/Ssbfgr-xTSI/AAAAAAAAAbs/tclGduRDcn8/s400/IMG_1396.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388239756850187554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our drive took us past Scofield reservoir. I had spent a week here at scout camp as a 12-year-old. One day, our troop paddled the large war canoe out to this island (pictured below) in the middle of the reservoir. A big windstorm came up and we got stranded on the island and had to find shelter. We were excited that we might need to spend the night, but within 30 minutes we were being shuttled back to camp by the camp staff on a powerboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/SsbfhqXyOAI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ALpTKU3ODAA/s1600-h/IMG_1400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/SsbfhqXyOAI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ALpTKU3ODAA/s400/IMG_1400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388239773598103554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great day! Thanks Tricia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396690973062277127-9141574055828394724?l=sederbergs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/9141574055828394724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396690973062277127&amp;postID=9141574055828394724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/9141574055828394724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/9141574055828394724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/2009/10/friday-vacation.html' title='Friday vacation'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700242072073718636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12141276952191707918'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/SsbfLTtgHJI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Sm9zdUkofYY/s72-c/IMG_1392.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396690973062277127.post-5693534428147819780</id><published>2009-09-21T08:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T08:21:28.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why I love my husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He makes the bed every morning (unless I am still sleeping in it when he leaves for work). I didn't think he had time this morning, but after he left, I went upstairs and found the bed made. How delightful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396690973062277127-5693534428147819780?l=sederbergs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/5693534428147819780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396690973062277127&amp;postID=5693534428147819780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/5693534428147819780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/5693534428147819780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-i-love-my-husband.html' title='why I love my husband'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164159859610996355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14887330291775416665'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396690973062277127.post-123974173483707974</id><published>2009-09-17T11:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:52:08.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Matt's nephew, Ike, turns five years old today! We sent off a (late) letter with a surprise game inside:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SrKDyM_pHBI/AAAAAAAAAw4/WXoSVlr72PY/s1600-h/IMG_1372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SrKDyM_pHBI/AAAAAAAAAw4/WXoSVlr72PY/s320/IMG_1372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382509403166022674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We made a memory card game with 20 two-by-two-inch cards on which we drew pictures, letters, and numbers relevant to Ike and his birthday. For instance, he loves cowboy boots. (See my attempt at matching cowboy boots above.) Matt helped include more "educational" cards with the number 5 (for how old Ike turned), the letters M and T (for Ike's siblings), and the number 17 (for Ike's birthday). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Unfortunately, our markers bled through, so this morning I cut up some "Happy Birthday" paper and attached it to the back of the cards. (Ike is definitely smart enough to figure out how to game the system by noticing bleed-through marks.) I'm just hoping the paper is random enough that he doesn't start memorizing patterns that go together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;All in all, it was a very fun project--and made us more excited for the arrival of our own little boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396690973062277127-123974173483707974?l=sederbergs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/123974173483707974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396690973062277127&amp;postID=123974173483707974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/123974173483707974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/123974173483707974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/2009/09/fun-project.html' title='fun project'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164159859610996355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14887330291775416665'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SrKDyM_pHBI/AAAAAAAAAw4/WXoSVlr72PY/s72-c/IMG_1372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396690973062277127.post-3856610283839198787</id><published>2009-09-16T15:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:58:25.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>growing grass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thanks to Sandra, Matt's cousin, we got to grow some grass. As a table-top decoration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Here are the seeds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SrFsqgGU9eI/AAAAAAAAAwM/RCeFYEodWoI/s1600-h/IMG_1337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SrFsqgGU9eI/AAAAAAAAAwM/RCeFYEodWoI/s320/IMG_1337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382202507111232994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;here is the growing grass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SrFsp2Vh-1I/AAAAAAAAAwE/g_HppMc3mcg/s1600-h/IMG_1344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SrFsp2Vh-1I/AAAAAAAAAwE/g_HppMc3mcg/s320/IMG_1344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382202495900711762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and here is the result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SrFspYue6rI/AAAAAAAAAv8/pF8Tgy9Qx44/s1600-h/IMG_1357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SrFspYue6rI/AAAAAAAAAv8/pF8Tgy9Qx44/s320/IMG_1357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382202487952304818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We did give the grass a trim to keep things tidy. (Although I kind of like the modern-art statement of controlled chaos.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396690973062277127-3856610283839198787?l=sederbergs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/3856610283839198787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396690973062277127&amp;postID=3856610283839198787' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/3856610283839198787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/3856610283839198787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/2009/09/growing-grass.html' title='growing grass'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164159859610996355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14887330291775416665'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SrFsqgGU9eI/AAAAAAAAAwM/RCeFYEodWoI/s72-c/IMG_1337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396690973062277127.post-5321219505108244172</id><published>2009-09-10T12:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:42:39.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday'/><title type='text'>second anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tuesday was our second anniversary (and my grandma's birthday, who celebrated her 85 years by starting a mission in the Family and Church History mission in Salt Lake). Matt bought me this GORGEOUS bouquet of long-stemmed roses to commemorate our two years. The piano was the most fitting furniture for this exquisite decoration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SqlU0IQjZ9I/AAAAAAAAAv0/V-OCLwLjb9U/s1600-h/IMG_1369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SqlU0IQjZ9I/AAAAAAAAAv0/V-OCLwLjb9U/s320/IMG_1369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379924484417611730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Unfortunately, we didn't have time to celebrate that day because I had my first-ever pinewood derby (in which I lost all my heats).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SqlUzQJHOPI/AAAAAAAAAvs/hnyPBUg68qs/s1600-h/IMG_1364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SqlUzQJHOPI/AAAAAAAAAvs/hnyPBUg68qs/s320/IMG_1364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379924469354019058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We did celebrate yesterday by going to the temple, eating out afterwards, and then watching an amazing set of tennis at the U.S. Open in which Soderling gave Federer a run for his money. And we continued the celebration today by finding out that our baby, due on January 22, is a healthy boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SqlTG8rwE7I/AAAAAAAAAvk/PERvAyfPoTc/s320/IMG_1356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379922608704721842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SqlTGfJ3ERI/AAAAAAAAAvc/C14Gxpp5S7w/s1600-h/IMG_1369.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396690973062277127-5321219505108244172?l=sederbergs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/5321219505108244172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396690973062277127&amp;postID=5321219505108244172' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/5321219505108244172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/5321219505108244172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/2009/09/second-anniversary.html' title='second anniversary'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164159859610996355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14887330291775416665'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SqlU0IQjZ9I/AAAAAAAAAv0/V-OCLwLjb9U/s72-c/IMG_1369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396690973062277127.post-2207104415534952599</id><published>2009-08-12T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T13:13:22.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>transition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I haven't made the complete transition to the Mac yet--still working on logistics that may impact my teaching (since I teach my students how to use Word and PowerPoint). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;But I'm working on it. I hope that by the end of this week, I will only have one computer to deal with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SoMiA5Xz8oI/AAAAAAAAAvU/PEdDW_jhbpE/s1600-h/IMG_1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SoMiA5Xz8oI/AAAAAAAAAvU/PEdDW_jhbpE/s320/IMG_1319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369172579551801986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396690973062277127-2207104415534952599?l=sederbergs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/2207104415534952599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396690973062277127&amp;postID=2207104415534952599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/2207104415534952599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/2207104415534952599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/2009/08/transition.html' title='transition'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164159859610996355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14887330291775416665'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SoMiA5Xz8oI/AAAAAAAAAvU/PEdDW_jhbpE/s72-c/IMG_1319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396690973062277127.post-9178399623758375120</id><published>2009-08-12T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T12:41:53.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A few weeks back, we went on a hike up Big Cottonwood Canyon. I would have posted about the hike earlier, but we lost our camera. And then a few days ago, I found it. Hence, this post. The hike was DELIGHTFUL with cool temperatures and overcast skies. (I am a wimp in hot weather.) We found a little lake, but we also discovered a frisbee golf course. Matt played a few holes with my brother before heading down the mountain. I, on the other hand, took the tram down the mountain. (It was free.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SoMaKA_z5mI/AAAAAAAAAu0/rhqm0VxLoV8/s320/IMG_1296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369163940124419682" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SoMaKqJpbsI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ZzVFNm1iU_8/s320/IMG_1305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369163951171530434" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SoMaLhYupNI/AAAAAAAAAvM/0jPIHrFjj5o/s1600-h/IMG_1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SoMaLhYupNI/AAAAAAAAAvM/0jPIHrFjj5o/s320/IMG_1316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369163965998736594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SoMaLESU9AI/AAAAAAAAAvE/UAJ0brK-wkM/s1600-h/IMG_1318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SoMaLESU9AI/AAAAAAAAAvE/UAJ0brK-wkM/s320/IMG_1318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369163958187258882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396690973062277127-9178399623758375120?l=sederbergs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/9178399623758375120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396690973062277127&amp;postID=9178399623758375120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/9178399623758375120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/9178399623758375120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/2009/08/solitude.html' title='solitude'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164159859610996355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14887330291775416665'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SoMaKA_z5mI/AAAAAAAAAu0/rhqm0VxLoV8/s72-c/IMG_1296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396690973062277127.post-3825068577167210228</id><published>2009-07-21T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T19:40:09.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>differences</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have lately been enjoying differences between Matt and me. Here are a few:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Matt starts writing an "s" by starting at the bottom. I start at the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Matt faces the water when taking a shower. I turn my back on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Matt swears by Macs. I prefer a PC. (Although, I admit that I am one day away from purchasing a Mac. My preferable PCs don't last past three years, while Matt's Mac is going on five. The cost savings are just too darn  convincing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Matt likes to stretch before doing exercise. I always prefer stretching afterward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Matt maintains order by throwing away (stuffing in the closet). I indulge in saving and organizing. (Okay, so I indulge in organizing--I do think I save too many things that just aren't that necessary.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Matt actually likes the crawl space in our house. I pile up stuff outside of it for him to put in it, since I don't necessarily enjoy "crawling" around in our storage room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396690973062277127-3825068577167210228?l=sederbergs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/3825068577167210228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396690973062277127&amp;postID=3825068577167210228' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/3825068577167210228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/3825068577167210228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/2009/07/differences.html' title='differences'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164159859610996355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14887330291775416665'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396690973062277127.post-5308620367780907585</id><published>2009-07-19T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:18:04.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2009</title><content type='html'>I graduated from high school 10 years ago! I actually really liked my high school cohort and was looking forward to going to my reunion last weekend, but ended up having to work all Saturday to get ready for a big presentation last week for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, though, I swore off doing any T-Splines work for the first Saturday in memory and made a nice batch of cinnamon rolls, the kind that takes 5 hours to make, start to finish. This was very relaxing and they tasted divine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/SmOajEl0FFI/AAAAAAAAAa8/q1o7-yID7fE/s1600-h/cinnamon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/SmOajEl0FFI/AAAAAAAAAa8/q1o7-yID7fE/s400/cinnamon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360297908819465298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things we've been up to lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricia bakes, too! Here she is making Rainbow Cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/SmOajTzghJI/AAAAAAAAAbE/aSZa_0vCQNA/s1600-h/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/SmOajTzghJI/AAAAAAAAAbE/aSZa_0vCQNA/s400/rainbow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360297912903435410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the Lavender Days 5K in Mona, UT, with my brother- and sister-in-law. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/SmOai5T3gUI/AAAAAAAAAa0/LiYO-B7vumc/s1600-h/lavendar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/SmOai5T3gUI/AAAAAAAAAa0/LiYO-B7vumc/s400/lavendar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360297905791402306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grown-up baby sister's prom. We felt some satisfaction in seeing her dressed up for the date after spending days prom dress shopping with her. Pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/SmOaj7EsOaI/AAAAAAAAAbM/J0v4ard0nSk/s1600-h/angela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/SmOaj7EsOaI/AAAAAAAAAbM/J0v4ard0nSk/s400/angela.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360297923444488610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396690973062277127-5308620367780907585?l=sederbergs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/5308620367780907585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396690973062277127&amp;postID=5308620367780907585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/5308620367780907585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/5308620367780907585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-2009.html' title='Summer 2009'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700242072073718636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12141276952191707918'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/SmOajEl0FFI/AAAAAAAAAa8/q1o7-yID7fE/s72-c/cinnamon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396690973062277127.post-426352343613859652</id><published>2009-06-06T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T11:25:10.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5K</title><content type='html'>We ran the Springville UT Art City Days 5K this morning. I love road races--there's always so much positive energy. This was Tricia's first race ever and she did a great job of sticking to her training regimen to get ready for the race. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had run the course last Saturday to get a feel for it, then today we stayed together during the race, along with Tricia's sister Christy. I was amazed at how well Trish stuck to pace she had targeted--at a few checkpoints I had observed, we were within 30 seconds of our pace from last week. Then Trish kicked it at the end and beat her targeted time by a minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mom Newman for coming down to cheer us on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/Siqz3NlTlUI/AAAAAAAAAaA/KJLumyrRez0/s1600-h/run3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/Siqz3NlTlUI/AAAAAAAAAaA/KJLumyrRez0/s400/run3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344281668948825410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/Siqz27bIOpI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/CC-n8bpNhmo/s1600-h/run1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/Siqz27bIOpI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/CC-n8bpNhmo/s400/run1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344281664074300050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/Siqz2cUFNLI/AAAAAAAAAZw/2JWjjBTjc84/s1600-h/run2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/Siqz2cUFNLI/AAAAAAAAAZw/2JWjjBTjc84/s400/run2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344281655723242674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396690973062277127-426352343613859652?l=sederbergs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/426352343613859652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396690973062277127&amp;postID=426352343613859652' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/426352343613859652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/426352343613859652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/2009/06/5k.html' title='5K'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700242072073718636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12141276952191707918'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/Siqz3NlTlUI/AAAAAAAAAaA/KJLumyrRez0/s72-c/run3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396690973062277127.post-5855153394169556683</id><published>2009-05-30T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:32:56.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amish country</title><content type='html'>My cousin Sandra and her husband Justin were kind enough to take me to visit the Amish country in Pennsylvania over Memorial Day weekend. This is me enjoying how peaceful it was. Since this visit was in the middle of a busy business trip, the serenity of the simple Amish lifestyle was amplified. The unanswered emails in my inbox seemed less pressing, and it was a great place to "unstring the bow". I would love to go live in that community for a summer with Tricia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/SiIGYmd7w1I/AAAAAAAAAZg/SPQL8U7yx94/s1600-h/amish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/SiIGYmd7w1I/AAAAAAAAAZg/SPQL8U7yx94/s400/amish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341839127727555410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the Amish country (we were in the city of Intercourse) isn't spared its own tourist trap drag on the main road. You don't have to be Amish to live in this area, though somehow going to an "Amish-style" restaurant that remains open on Sunday didn't strike us as very authentic. There were a few gift shops with typical gift-shop fare. Here was our favorite item: the "Faith Pig" with an apple springing out of its back. I wasn't aware of anyone in my life who needed a faith pig at the moment, so I didn't buy it, but if you have any ideas on the appropriate occasion to give such a gift, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/SiIGY0CPajI/AAAAAAAAAZo/IpOKKSv8XgM/s1600-h/pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/SiIGY0CPajI/AAAAAAAAAZo/IpOKKSv8XgM/s400/pig.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341839131369499186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396690973062277127-5855153394169556683?l=sederbergs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/5855153394169556683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396690973062277127&amp;postID=5855153394169556683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/5855153394169556683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/5855153394169556683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/2009/05/amish-country.html' title='Amish country'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700242072073718636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12141276952191707918'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/SiIGYmd7w1I/AAAAAAAAAZg/SPQL8U7yx94/s72-c/amish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396690973062277127.post-1647649762780144112</id><published>2009-05-06T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:02:23.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking half full</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have my problems, for sure, but they are small--so very, very small. And when I compare them against my opportunities, they are puny. Here are some glass-half-full notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have time and opportunity to create. Cards, essays, poems, food, organized piles. Being able to create is a powerful tool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can read. I have books upon books upon books that I have read and piles upon piles that I have yet to read. Besides that, I can read maps, traffic signs, warnings, and care labels. And I can read God's word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have music. I can listen to music and create music (with guitar, piano, organ, or voice) to suit (or change) any mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have dirt. I am a better person for having a spot of ground that is my responsibility to care for. The growth of plants is a miracle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have an interested mind. Yesterday I heard a new idea that has me thinking. The idea is that adults should be drawing as much as kids are encouraged to do in grade school. Just because you're not good doesn't mean you should stop. (Think adults playing basketball.) Wouldn't it be interesting to have a whole wall be painted in chalkboard paint so you could have an ever-changing mural, contributed to by family and guests alike? Lovely idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What are you own half-full notes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396690973062277127-1647649762780144112?l=sederbergs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/1647649762780144112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396690973062277127&amp;postID=1647649762780144112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/1647649762780144112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/1647649762780144112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/2009/05/thinking-half-full.html' title='thinking half full'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164159859610996355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14887330291775416665'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396690973062277127.post-6035306875443790370</id><published>2009-04-23T10:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:52:06.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>training</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've never been a runner, but running is the cheapest way to do consistent exercise without needing a group, a ball, and a court. So I run. Sometimes more, sometimes less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I've now decided to &lt;em&gt;train&lt;/em&gt;. I'm going to run a 5K (I know, I know--it's only 3.1 miles) with the catch that I'll run the whole time. Now, for some of you marathoners, this is not a big deal. But for me, it is a good motivational goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can check on my progress on the sidebar gadget named "Tricia's training." (As a note, a "cycle run" is a run where I alternate walking, jogging, and running.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's to running 3.1 miles straight (and maybe losing some pounds in the process)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396690973062277127-6035306875443790370?l=sederbergs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/6035306875443790370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396690973062277127&amp;postID=6035306875443790370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/6035306875443790370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/6035306875443790370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/2009/04/training.html' title='training'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164159859610996355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14887330291775416665'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396690973062277127.post-5890342013907988024</id><published>2009-04-14T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:14:01.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bessie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me introduce you to Bessie. But first, let me explain a bit about my work situation. As an adjunct professor, I work in my home and my home is a split-level duplex. My office is on the bottom floor, with a big window that looks out over the carport and street (in the picture below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324703802138188626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SeUl5YSeW1I/AAAAAAAAAuU/RkxWQ67h2u0/s320/April.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the winter months, our carport is empty after Matt leaves for work. And as the days get warmer, our duplex neighbor girls (ages 8, 6, and 4) start playing outside. And they seem to find our carport an especially interesting place for riding bikes, scooters, and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bessie, the youngest (pictured below), rode her scooter in the carport today, and we had various 10-second conversations through the window about babysitters and rain and flowers and coats. Sometimes, when I'm especially busy, I don't welcome these conversations as much. But today I welcomed the child-like simplicity of our thoughts and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324703806800093122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SeUl5pp9X8I/AAAAAAAAAuc/GGJ7BP_L_-M/s320/august+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like being reminded of life's simplicity.&lt;/span&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/396690973062277127-5890342013907988024?l=sederbergs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/5890342013907988024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396690973062277127&amp;postID=5890342013907988024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/5890342013907988024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/5890342013907988024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/2009/04/bessie.html' title='Bessie'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164159859610996355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14887330291775416665'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SeUl5YSeW1I/AAAAAAAAAuU/RkxWQ67h2u0/s72-c/April.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396690973062277127.post-8404412719219394719</id><published>2009-04-05T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:57:46.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bless BYU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You might have noticed that I have been missing in action for the last week (or so). I have a good reason: a computer virus. (I will try to not mention that I invited the virus onto my computer by clicking "OK" on a video-install button off a website that was supposed to be helping me understand the front differential of a car.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since I am currently working part-time for BYU (well, actually, I teach three classes, so I am working full time), the computer became a paramount problem. The information on my computer, aside from personal worth, was of great professional worth for me to finish off the semester! After the virus maintained signs it was not giving up without a good fight (i.e., its symptoms increased after I'd installed three anti-virus programs), I called BYU to see if their IT people could help me. I wasn't sure they'd be able to since I'm a part-time employee using a personal computer, but they agreed to help me. I left my laptop at 2:00 p.m. on Wednesday in the Marriott School's IT Support office and got a call at 4:00 p.m. that said the virus was of the trojan horse variety and was unlike any virus that had been seen by the office: it mutated upon being found by anti-virus software! (Joy, oh joy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, my computer was wiped clean and I was left in doubt as to whether my files would be saved. I will save you the suspense: my files were saved, but each step of the re-install of Windows ran into increasing problems, so I didn't have a computer until Monday afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have learned a few lessons from this little experience:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like BYU, but now I'd like to hug and kiss BYU. Since "BYU" isn't a strictly tangible item that can be hugged and kissed, I will settle for unashamed praising of BYU (and its IT support!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will not download stuff from the internet unless I'm ABSOLUTELY sure I trust the source.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will back up my files responsibly. (Responsibly = once every two weeks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope this new-found wisdom will carry me through the end of the semester--a mere 12 days from today. Wish me luck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396690973062277127-8404412719219394719?l=sederbergs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/8404412719219394719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396690973062277127&amp;postID=8404412719219394719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/8404412719219394719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/8404412719219394719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/2009/04/bless-byu.html' title='bless BYU'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164159859610996355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14887330291775416665'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396690973062277127.post-598323475660935689</id><published>2009-03-19T09:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:05:54.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have recently been enjoying a less-than-normal work load. My students are working hard on group projects and presentations, so I am mostly giving them class time to work. What all this means is two things: (1) less material to prepare for each class period and (2) almost no assignments to grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have decided to turn this brief break into a personal spring break. Since I don't have the benefit of a full spring break, I couldn't celebrate by taking off to St. George for a few days. Instead, I celebrated by making spring decorations, of course. This morning I finished work on an idea that has moved through several phases throughout the last few weeks. You can see the necessary mess of the creative process below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/ScJ44iuWuBI/AAAAAAAAAtY/lsqW1puUpCk/s1600-h/spring+crafts+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314943423039846418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/ScJ44iuWuBI/AAAAAAAAAtY/lsqW1puUpCk/s320/spring+crafts+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the mess was worth it, because I really love the resulting pictures that are now representing the "seasonal" section of our living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/ScJ44ecowyI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/7orBIO-CWAA/s1600-h/spring+crafts+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314943421891789602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/ScJ44ecowyI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/7orBIO-CWAA/s320/spring+crafts+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And, lest the front door feel left out of the spring celebration, I made a wreath with small, colorful flowers and dried eucalyptus leaves ("so [our] apartment will smell mossy").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/ScJ4338qDKI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Ixo94Vtkn_I/s1600-h/spring+crafts+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314943411557108898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/ScJ4338qDKI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Ixo94Vtkn_I/s320/spring+crafts+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NOTE: Five points goes to the person who can name the movie from which the mossy quote was taken.&lt;/span&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/396690973062277127-598323475660935689?l=sederbergs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/598323475660935689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396690973062277127&amp;postID=598323475660935689' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/598323475660935689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/598323475660935689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring.html' title='spring!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164159859610996355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14887330291775416665'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/ScJ44iuWuBI/AAAAAAAAAtY/lsqW1puUpCk/s72-c/spring+crafts+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396690973062277127.post-3697445914809737117</id><published>2009-03-13T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:19:54.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remembering chemistry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My sister-in-law pointed out (to my embarrassment) that in my last post, I made a small mistake. CO2 is, by current word and science standards, referred to as carbon dioxide. (You know, the "2" makes it "di.") No, our fire alarm does not have a CO2 monitor. I am sure our plants wouldn't mind a monitor to make sure they're getting enough CO2 to do their photosynthesis thing, but what I was actually referring to was CO, or carbon monoxide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, chemistry. I have, yet again, been reminded how one oxygen molecule can make such a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396690973062277127-3697445914809737117?l=sederbergs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/3697445914809737117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396690973062277127&amp;postID=3697445914809737117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/3697445914809737117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/3697445914809737117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/2009/03/remembering-chemistry.html' title='remembering chemistry'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164159859610996355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14887330291775416665'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396690973062277127.post-8700476347046966217</id><published>2009-03-11T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:01:27.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*beep*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I came in the door today at 2:26 p.m. and heard a small but piercing *beep.* I figured it was an indication that something was unplugged or plugged in for too long. So I went about normal coming-home business (using the bathroom, perusing the mail, getting papers situated), and the beep went off a few more times. So I decided to find it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is the fire/CO2 alarm. And it has constantly beeped every 30 seconds for the last two hours. I tried hitting the silence button to no avail. I can't decide if the steady beep is an indication that the monitoring controls are working or if it is an indication there's an overabundance of CO2 in the air. Does the steadiness trump the piercingness? Or the other way around? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Either way, I might just have to take this situation to extremes--and live without CO2 monitoring for a few hours. For the sake of my slowly growing headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396690973062277127-8700476347046966217?l=sederbergs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/8700476347046966217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396690973062277127&amp;postID=8700476347046966217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/8700476347046966217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/8700476347046966217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/2009/03/beep.html' title='*beep*'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164159859610996355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14887330291775416665'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396690973062277127.post-4976422151147320517</id><published>2009-03-03T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:56:48.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>current thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/Sa19XhRUpOI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/2dM_6SipeqQ/s1600-h/cslewis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309037378761172194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/Sa19XhRUpOI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/2dM_6SipeqQ/s320/cslewis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C.S. Lewis's description of a "humble man" has provided me with inspiration for how to interact with others:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Do not imagine that if you meet a really humble man he will be what most people call 'humble' nowadays: he will not be a sort of greasy, smarmy person, who is always telling you that, of course, he is nobody. Probably all you will think about him is that he seemed a cheerful, intelligent chap who took a real interest in what you said to him. If you do dislike him it will be because you feel a little envious of anyone who seems to enjoy life so easily. He will not be thinking about humility: he will not be thinking about himself at all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396690973062277127-4976422151147320517?l=sederbergs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/4976422151147320517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396690973062277127&amp;postID=4976422151147320517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/4976422151147320517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/4976422151147320517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/2009/03/current-thoughts.html' title='current thoughts'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164159859610996355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14887330291775416665'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/Sa19XhRUpOI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/2dM_6SipeqQ/s72-c/cslewis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396690973062277127.post-8126336296850294156</id><published>2009-03-02T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:28:46.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Hello, Kitty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/Say_daQZPpI/AAAAAAAAAZA/DWxmTiPygg0/s1600-h/kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/Say_daQZPpI/AAAAAAAAAZA/DWxmTiPygg0/s400/kitty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308828572748168850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight a Taiwanese teacher uploaded a bunch of toy models his students made in T-Splines (the design software my company makes) onto our website forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought these were fun (&lt;a href="http://www.tsplines.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=9&amp;t=29164#p32145"&gt;click to see more images&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396690973062277127-8126336296850294156?l=sederbergs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/8126336296850294156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396690973062277127&amp;postID=8126336296850294156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/8126336296850294156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/8126336296850294156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-hello-kitty.html' title='Why Hello, Kitty!'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700242072073718636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12141276952191707918'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/Say_daQZPpI/AAAAAAAAAZA/DWxmTiPygg0/s72-c/kitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396690973062277127.post-734342307391566121</id><published>2009-03-02T21:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:23:44.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Storytime with Trish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/Say-Ip1D5hI/AAAAAAAAAY4/7AwGFKEddnY/s1600-h/virtues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/Say-Ip1D5hI/AAAAAAAAAY4/7AwGFKEddnY/s400/virtues.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308827116639610386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching the neighborhood kids about the virtuous life of St. Francis of Assissi at our ward choir "family home evening."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cute wife!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396690973062277127-734342307391566121?l=sederbergs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/734342307391566121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396690973062277127&amp;postID=734342307391566121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/734342307391566121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/734342307391566121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/2009/03/storytime-with-trish.html' title='Storytime with Trish'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700242072073718636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12141276952191707918'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJjpY-HwobQ/Say-Ip1D5hI/AAAAAAAAAY4/7AwGFKEddnY/s72-c/virtues.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396690973062277127.post-794343412535409860</id><published>2009-02-18T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:16:33.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>writing instrument choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SZyi0J5hRtI/AAAAAAAAArw/4BCh1L8KnQ4/s1600-h/february+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304293478029674194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SZyi0J5hRtI/AAAAAAAAArw/4BCh1L8KnQ4/s320/february+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For some reason, I cannot be content with a pen for very long. I fall in love with one and think it will last me a lifetime--until I find another one I just happen to like better. Take, for instance, the pens in the above picture, from left to right:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The red (a favorite color!) gel pen was great--until I didn't like its thick line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The thinner red uniball pen seemed to be a better option--until I didn't like it bleeding through the pages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The brown gel pen was fabulous for our wedding, and I still like to use it for various crafts. But it is too wide and "wet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The TUL pen was something my friend Crystal introduced to me. I have loved it for the last two years, but recently, I don't think the ink line is substantial enough for some writing purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The BYU Romney Institute pen on the far right is a current winner--but only on the big yellow notepad I use for making notes while preparing class lessons. I do NOT like using it to write on anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, I may be picky about my pens (and a bit capricious), but I have always loved the wooden pencil. I used a mechanical pencil in high school for math problems, but I simply LOVE the feel and unique writing results of the wooden pencil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396690973062277127-794343412535409860?l=sederbergs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/feeds/794343412535409860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396690973062277127&amp;postID=794343412535409860' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/794343412535409860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396690973062277127/posts/default/794343412535409860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sederbergs.blogspot.com/2009/02/writing-instrument-choice.html' title='writing instrument choice'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164159859610996355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14887330291775416665'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wDXRjNuUUw/SZyi0J5hRtI/AAAAAAAAArw/4BCh1L8KnQ4/s72-c/february+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry></feed>