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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4DQn0_eSp7ImA9WhRbGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035901700079396471</id><updated>2012-02-10T11:02:53.341-07:00</updated><category term="Inspiration Unlimited" /><category term="Hope" /><category term="Oprah" /><category term="Etsy" /><title>The Strasburg's</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thestrasburgfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thestrasburgfamily.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035901700079396471/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Jilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18154460496155559646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="22" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4D3vVyRFKBI/TktltiwlqZI/AAAAAAAAA-M/7hlOr7TZqVo/s220/20110406-tows-where-are-they-now-5-300x205.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheStrasburgs" /><feedburner:info uri="thestrasburgs" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>TheStrasburgs</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4FSX44eCp7ImA9WhRUGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035901700079396471.post-5214696856946324523</id><published>2012-01-30T20:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:01:58.030-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-30T20:01:58.030-07:00</app:edited><title>Surgery 2012, and Utah Valley Mag</title><content type="html">It's been kind of a crazy new year in the Strasburg home.&amp;nbsp; Dave and I have spent many nights in and our of the ER lately with no conclusions about what was going on with me.&amp;nbsp; All we knew is that I was struggling with keeping food down, and I was in a lot of pain.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally this past week our prayers were answered.&amp;nbsp; Our amazing doctor who has saved my life 100 times over now, admitted me to the Hospital in Salt Lake City to have tests ran on me and get some answers.&amp;nbsp; When they tests came back and they saw a few different things happening, Dr. McKinlay asked me if he could operate.&amp;nbsp; I trust this doctor with my life, and if he think this is the best form of action I am going to say yes.&lt;br /&gt;
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On Friday evening I kissed my husband goodbye and went in for surgery.&amp;nbsp; They saw that my liver had attached itself to my small bowel again, which they had to disconnect, and my body had built up such a huge amount of scar tissue that my food was getting stuck when I would swallow.&amp;nbsp; He also found the reason for the pain.&amp;nbsp; Because they scar tissue was so great it had covered my entire small bowel, and not only did it cause pain, it was causing my food to push back up to my mouth instead out through my colon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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With the help of one of his fellow doctor's they were able to go in and clean me up and make me feel a lot better.&amp;nbsp; I just wanted you all to know this because I didn't want you to feel like I was abandoning you.&amp;nbsp; It's just been a busy couple of months.&amp;nbsp; I'm doing really well now though.&amp;nbsp; I'm on a soft liquid diet and the food is staying down great!&lt;br /&gt;
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I wanted to say thank you to all of my amazing friends in real life, on FB, and on this blog.&amp;nbsp; You make my life worth living, and I love getting to share the friendship that I have with each one of you.&amp;nbsp; I got a really great call the other day and Utah Valley Magazine is putting an article about me in their magazine.&amp;nbsp; I can't tell the details yet, but thank you so much to whomever nominated me.&amp;nbsp; I am truly touched, and can't wait to go through this process.&amp;nbsp; Meeting new people makes my heart happy and gives me purpose, so thank you for giving me this chance to share a bit of my life with people I have never met.&amp;nbsp; When it comes out I will let you all know so you can go and grab a copy.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just wanted you all to know how thankful I am to you, my friends, for the love and support you give to my husband and me.&amp;nbsp; We have the most amazing people in our lives and we feel so blessed to have you,.&lt;br /&gt;
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We hope you hall have a wonderful week and I'll talk to you soon with all the photo shoots, interviews, and other fun stuff coming up over the next month! Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;
Jilly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035901700079396471-5214696856946324523?l=thestrasburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas from our UTE tree!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My beautiful Grandma Margaret (my Dad's Mom)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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I feel so blessed this Christmas to be here to celebrate the birth of my Savior.&lt;br /&gt;
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My husband and I had the opportunity to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas morning with my Mom and Dad this year.&amp;nbsp; We had such a great time.&amp;nbsp; Just being there and sharing in their warmth and love was a perfect way to start the day.&amp;nbsp; I'm so very thankful for a family that loves me.&amp;nbsp; My parents were the 2 people who taught me that Christmas isn't about the presents, but about the people you are with, and they make sure to love the person they are with so well.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Papa Kirk opening his gift&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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It was a very relaxing evening.&amp;nbsp; We ate dinner, wrapped gifts, I took a nap, we played games, and just enjoyed the company.&amp;nbsp; It was wonderful to spend that special time with them and my husband.&amp;nbsp; We only have 1 more Christmas in Utah before we move away for Medical, so I am really treasuring this year.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Momma Cay opening her "Baby's are the best present" ornament&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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These past 2 weeks have been really tough.&amp;nbsp; I haven't been able to eat and have been in and out of the hospital, and so to be able to forget about all the struggle and all the pain I am going through for this night was fabulous.&amp;nbsp; I have the greatest family in the world, and I couldn't be more blessed.&lt;br /&gt;
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After having our tradition ableskiver breakfast with my family, Dave and I got in the car and headed to his parents to celebrate with them.&amp;nbsp; It was a lot busier over there.&amp;nbsp; We went from 4 adults to 6 sisters, 2 brother in laws, and 2 nehphews.&amp;nbsp; Quite a change,&amp;nbsp; but SO MUCH fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had been planning my in laws gifts for months now (homemade gift baskets of a few of their favorite things) and it was so much fun to see their faces when I handed their baskets to them.&amp;nbsp; I think homemade gifts are the best.&amp;nbsp; We then opened the family gift which was the xbox kinect, and we've been dancing our little fannies off all afternoon.&amp;nbsp; It's been a blast.&amp;nbsp; After that Dave and I do what we do every year, we had our Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dave's Sturhling watch&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Dave and I like to celebrate with both families, and then come home to our home, with just the 2 of us and have our Christmas.&amp;nbsp; We had so much fun!&amp;nbsp; Dave has gotten me stuff that I had mentioned throughout the year and I had no idea what he was getting me, but he did above and beyond perfect and it was so fun!&amp;nbsp; I got him a gift that he would never have expected in a million years.&amp;nbsp; He has wanted it forever, but would never take the money to buy it for himself, so this entire year I have saved up and I was able to get the 2 top things on his list of things he wanted when I had money, a custom made wedding ring, and a really nice Swiss made watch.&amp;nbsp; He got them both today, and he loved them.&lt;br /&gt;
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To me personally, I would rather give then receive.&amp;nbsp; Giving gifts is so much fun for me.&amp;nbsp; I love to give a little bit of my heart with each gift that I give.&amp;nbsp; I made each one of Dave's 7 sisters a pair of earrings for Christmas this year, because it's something that I can do to show them that I love them.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me enjoying my rainbow colored Happy Place&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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This Christmas was perfect.&amp;nbsp; I wouldn't change one thing about it (well I would change it so I could eat, but just that).&amp;nbsp; I hope you all had a Merry Christmas as well!&amp;nbsp; Have a wonderful New Year!&lt;br /&gt;
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Love,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Jilly Strasburg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035901700079396471-8017176899958301286?l=thestrasburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I had Christmas cards made this year, but unfortunately when they came they had spelled our last name wrong, so to all of my friends and family here is our Christmas card....&lt;/div&gt;
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Merry Christmas&lt;/div&gt;
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Love,&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm not sure if I have ever talked about this on my blog before, but I was diagnosed with Bipolar 1 Disorder when I was 18 years old.  Since then I was put on loads of different medications searching for one that worked for me.  I was in and out of the hospital multiple times, I have been on the news, in magazines, and newspapers, and NAMI organizations talking about my struggle, how hard it is for people to get health insurance if they have mental illness, and I have also been a speaker to many different medical schools and medical conferences talking about the reality of life with Bipolar Disorder.

For those of you that don't know what Bipolar Disorder is, here is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bipolar_I_disorder"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; explaining a little bit about this disease. 
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Since I was 23 I have been on a medication that has worked great for me.  It keeps me stable and I am able to live my life as much as possible.  There are somethings that I am just not able to do.  Because of my physical health and also my mental health I am unable to work, I can't get overly stressed, I have to exercise, take care of my spiritual health, and see my doctor regularly.  I still go through ups and downs on my medications but over the last 10 years I have learned to manage my illness very well.  I know that I have to take my medication 100% of the time and I can't stop taking it because I am feeling better.  I am feeling better because of the medication.  All of these things took years to learn, and a lot of work with therapists and amazing doctor's.  With that being said I'm going to go into the main reason I am writing this post.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I know this isn't my regular type of post, but I had an opportunity to go to a medical conference today as a guest instead of speaking.  My psychiatrist asked me if I would like to go with him to hear a bunch of speakers and researchers at a local medical school.  It was all about mental illness and psychiatry.  I jumped at the chance.  

As we were sitting there and I was listening to this particular psychiatrist, he made a comment about addiction.  He said that he has seen the brain scans and he knows that certain parts of the brain light up when people are seeing pornography, or heroin, or food, or any other addicting substance, but he truly believes that there is no such thing as addiction.  He believes that if people would just learn self control that they would be fine.  People have come up with excuses to justify there poor behavior.  All they need to do is just say no, basically.&lt;/div&gt;
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I found this so interesting as I have had many people in my life suffer from "addictions".  It got me thinking what do I believe?  I felt like I had a food addiction a long time ago, but I overcame that.  I quit cold turkey (because I had to).&amp;nbsp; Over the space of a year and with some counseling I was able to overcome it.  Food to me is now a way to keep me alive and not for me to live for.  Researchers say that 6% of addicts will recover completely.&amp;nbsp; So, was I addicted and just one of the lucky 6% or did I really just learn self control?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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This is my reason for this blog.  I am genuinely interested to know what my readers think about this.  I want to know if you think that addiction is real or if it is just something that we need more will power to overcome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Psychiatry is fascinating to me, as is mental illness.  I have learned through my ups and downs with bipolar that mental illness is very real.  It is something that so many of us struggle with and yet are so ashamed of.  I have embraced my disease and use it to my greatest advantage now.  I make sure to take good care of myself physically and emotionally, and I believe that I am proof that anyone with a mental illness can live a "normal" life with the right medication and right self help.  Those things go hand in hand.  You can't just take a pill and expect to be well.  You have to be doing certain things to help you along with your meds to get the fullness out of your life.&amp;nbsp; I have learned that I HAVE Bipolar.&amp;nbsp; I am NOT Bipolar.&amp;nbsp; My disease does not define me and make me who I am.&amp;nbsp; Bipolar is a part of me, but it is not me.&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyway let me know your thoughts. I am extremely interested in hearing all about what you have to say.  I hope you are all having a wonderful Holiday season, and I can't wait for Christmas and post about all the fun things we are doing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Fall semester started for Dave and that meant Organic Chemistry and getting ready for the MCAT.  This has been a very hectic semester for him.  I'm so proud of how hard he works.  He wakes up everyday, drives the hour to school, is there all day long, and then finally at about 7pm he walks through the door for dinner.  I don't envy my sweet husband at all, but man I am so thankful for all that he does for us.  He works so hard for our little family.  I know he has to bare the brunt of everything in this family because the doctor's won't allow me to work, and I am so thankful for how hard he does work.  He has been on the Dean's list since he decided to go back to school and become a doctor and I couldn't be more proud of him.


I did a few speaking engagements over the summer, and since fall has hit I have been working on my own little projects.  I know I am unable to work, so I do little things at home that I hope will bring a little bit of income to help out our family when I can.  I have learned how to make jewelry, and making earrings are my favorite.  I don't have a shop or anything just a page on Facebook where I post them, and some other fun craft projects, and that has been really fun for me.  If you would like to check it out, my Facebook page is &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/AllThisAllThat"&gt;All This All That&lt;/a&gt;  I also have an etsy page that I sale my things on as well which is also &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/AllThisAllThat"&gt;All This All That&lt;/a&gt;  I've been struggling with my health a little bit lately.  I think the scar tissue has just started to get tight again and it's making it harder for food to move through me.  It's just the way life is though, and as long as I have this amazing life to live I will take whatever I am thrown.  :)


Dave and I recently went to dinner party with some people in our ward, and I'm constantly reminded of what amazing people we have around us and how blessed we are by the friends we have.  I couldn't ask for better friends.  As we sat there at dinner our friends asked me all about my Oprah story, and how I ever got to be 302 lbs, and what kind of a struggle was that for me, and we just sat and talked for hours.  We had so much fun sharing in their love and company.  I was so grateful that I felt well enough to be able to go over and enjoy dinner with them.  We really do have some of the most amazing people in this entire world right here in our own backyard.


Halloween was a blast!  Halloween is my Mother-in-Law's birthday, and she was turning 23 this year so it was a big one!  ;)  My sister in law from Alaska came into town with her 3 children and husband, and what a treat that was.  We have had so much fun!  On the morning of Paula's birthday we woke up and made her breakfast as she got all dressed up for Halloween to go to work, and then she stayed a little extra and had breakfast with her children.  I made one of my casseroles from &lt;a href="http://thenummylittleblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Nummy Little Blog
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That night, Dave got home from school and we got him all dressed up as the Big Bad Wolf who ate grandma from the Little Red Riding Hood.  I was my all time favorite character...Miss Piggy.  We had a blast.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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We had so much fun just being with each other and with the family, like we always do.  More than anything that is what I am grateful for.  I am grateful for my amazing family and friends and how much fun Dave and I have sharing in their love.  &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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I do have so much fun with Dave's family, but my heart does ache for my sweet family.  My sister who is in WI with her husband and kids, my brother Brock in WA with his family, my sweet brother Paul with his amazing wife and their children in Orem (but is so busy with nursing) and of course my Mom and Dad who I wish I could see everyday.  I was glad to see all of them getting dressed up for Halloween though and having a great time.  Kirk and Cay even dressed up this year, which I thought was so much fun.


Thanksgiving will be great and I'm so looking forward to it.  We will be spending this year with my family in Springville and I'm so excited I can't stand it.  The last few years my parents have been in OK with my sister, so I'm thrilled that I will get to spend Thanksgiving with them. 


Mainly in this time of giving thanks, I am so grateful for the amazing family and friends that I have.  I am grateful that even through my health struggles I have a life to live.  I can deal with anything that is thrown at me as long as God will give me a chance to live it.  I have made some amazing friends here by my house lately, and if I wouldn't had made it a year ago I wouldn't be alive to have this girl in my life.  I wouldn't be alive to have met all the women I did on my speaking engagements this summer.  I wouldn't be able to have one of my sweetest angel friends just show up at my house with one of the greatest gifts I have ever received, and just have her thoughtfulness warm my heart.  I'm thankful for the life I have and that I get to live it. I'm thankful that I have each day with my amazing husband and the love he has for me.  I have an amazing life.  Even if I am in the hospital a few times a month, it doesn't phase me 1 bit because I have a life that I never thought I would or could have, and I'm grateful for every second of it.  I'll continue being thankful as long as God will give me the right to live it.  Happy Holidays everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035901700079396471-6623371151028544855?l=thestrasburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Timpanogos, and I can't help but think of how thankful I am for this life I get to live.  Recently as most of you know I had the opportunity to go and speak to a group of men and women in Las Vegas at a fun little convention called Inspiration Unlimited.  It was truly an amazing weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband had a test on Friday evening, so we didn't get to leave Highland until about 5 and then traffic was bad, so we didn't get to my parents house until about 6pm, and then we finally left for Las Vegas at 6:30.  It's a 6 1/2 hour drive from my parents house, and I was exhausted before the trip even began.  I started driving because I knew it would give me some time to think.  My Dad was asleep next to me, and my hubby, and Mom were in the back.  It was quiet and I was listening to classic rock, and just thinking about these women and men that I was going to meet.  I had a talk prepared for them, but in my heart I just knew that it wasn't the right thing.  As I drove I said a silent little prayer asking my Heavenly Father and Savior to let me know the things that these people needed to hear.  Let me know what I should tell them that would touch their souls, and lift their spirits.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how when you're thinking of everyone but yourself how time flies.  It felt like no time at all that we drove into the Green Valley Resort at 1:15am.  I was tired, and looking forward to my bed.  I knew that the next day I would be up going to meet some women before I spoke, and also practicing my speech.  We got checked into our rooms, and because we were the last ones there they only had smoking rooms.  I was so annoyed and frustrated, but I was too tired to care.  I just had to tell myself to get over it, and try to get some sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I woke up with energy that even I didn't know where it came from.  I was so excited about the day.  I got dressed, went and grabbed my Mom and headed down to the convention to meet the director, Teresa Collins.  I was in for a surprise.  :)  When I met her she opened her arms and hugged me and with her sweet southern accent, told me how glad she was that I was there and what time everything would be going on that day.  She introduced me to her group, and had a smile that would not quit.  I learned a lot in this 5 minutes.  She had spent all week traveling, setting up, teaching classes, and was probably extremely worn out, and yet here she was to greet me, make me feel welcome and important, and gave me a great hug.  I was so excited about the night ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meet and greet, my Mom and I went back to our rooms where Dave and I went and got a little bite to eat, walked around and just hung out together.  It was nice to just get some alone time with my hubby.  He kept asking me if I was nervous or worried, and for some reason I wasn't.  I was so calm and felt complete peace.  I still didn't plan what I was going to say, but I knew it would be alright.  I was telling my story.  No one knows my story better than me, and no one can tell my story better than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the time came for us to get changed and head down to the ballroom, Dave and I got our on knees together and said a prayer.  I just prayed to be calm, collected, to know what I should say, and that the women would hear what they needed to hear.  I stood up, grabbed my husband's hand, and I knew I was ready.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents, Dave, and myself, sat in the ballroom as it filled up, and filled up, and filled up, with more and more women.  Okay, about this time the butterflies started to flutter, but I was still doing okay.  I promise myself I wouldn't look behind me to see how many women were there because I knew I would lose it.  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresa stood up, introduced me like a pro, and made me feel a lot more special than I am, and then I got up and started.  As looked across the room at all these women and men, and I was in awe of the energy and their presence.  They had such a wonderful, kind, happy, and joyous spirit about them.  I felt love from these people who had never met me, and I felt acceptance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I spoke about my life struggles, hardships, happiness, ups, and downs, I realized that I was telling everyone's story.  Everyone has the same trials just in different ways.  We all have the same feelings, same emotions, same reactions, and I was just there to let them know that it was okay.  It was okay for them to go through every step of the process.  It was okay for them to have a rough day and get down and discouraged.  It is okay to struggle.  The important thing is that you stick with it, stay as positive as you can, and you'll come out on top.  Attitude is 90% of what happens to you in this life, and that is what I wanted these women to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was done, I said thank you, and then I was shocked.  Every single person in that audience stood and applauded for me.  I was overwhelmed by the outpouring of love they were showing.  I hurried to my seat as I tried to hold back my tears.  I was touched that these amazing women were cheering for my story, when I was cheering inside for them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the presentation was over, I stayed for about an hour and got pictures with ladies, signed books, hugged them, talked to them, and made some amazing friends.  It was an incredible experience.  They also wanted pictures with my amazing husband who is the light of my life.  I think they got to see the amazing man that I get to be with everyday and they wanted to eat Dave up.  I loved every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say thank you to Teresa for asking me to speak.  It was an amazing experience and it touched my life for the better.  Thank you to all your wonderful women who changed my life, and gave me so much love.  And thank you to my amazing husband, for being my best friend, my ultimate support, and my biggest fan.  I love you with my whole heart, and I couldn't do any of this without you by my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035901700079396471-1001119508127780893?l=thestrasburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I got a call from the Oprah Winfrey Network a few weeks ago letting me know that they are interested in me doing a new series for them.  They weren't able to give many details because they were still getting things put together.  I was so extremely excited and flattered I couldn't stand it.  From there they kept in contact with me, and it has just been surreal, but so much fun.  I can't wait to see if anything comes from this.  Even if it doesn't, I just feel very blessed, and very flattered, that they would consider me for this new series.  I feel so thankful that my story has touched so many lives across the country.  I'm just a normal, average girl from Utah with a story that I'm sure a lot of people have, and so I feel very thankful to all of the people who have connected with my story and felt comforted by something I might have gone through or said, just so they know that they're not the only person that struggles with weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through these past few weeks and the Oprah phone calls, and just being really excited it has been very tough as well.  I have an amazing family and support system.  I have an incredible husband who supports me 100% and is so proud of all his wife has accomplished.  I have 2 incredible parents that push me to be my best and encourage me to always strive for greater things.  They have always taught me that I am special, and should be proud of the woman I have become.  I have amazing siblings who are always so overjoyed and full of excitement when I tell them what is going on in my life.  They are just genuinely happy for me.  I feel so blessed by these people who just love me, and encourage me.  I have some incredible sister in law's who have been so excited for me and been my cheer leaders which means the world to me.  It's always so nice to have family support because a lot of the times myself and others don't get that in this life.  I think we always want our families to back us up, and when they don't it breaks your heart.  I have some amazing friends who I love like sisters, and since this has all happened they have been so excited and loving and kind and just wanting to know more and more.  It means to world to me.  So to all of my amazing relationships in this life who support me and love me, I say thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been a tough one though.  I have come across some very jealous people who for some reason just can't be happy for me.  I have never struggled with jealousy in my life, so I don't understand it that well, but I know it is real and it's bad.  It causes people to treat you certain ways, to say very mean and critical things, and tear you down because you are so happy.  It blows my mind.  I think what has hurt the worst is that these same people that refuse to give me encouragement, support, love, and just be happy for Dave and me, will be overjoyed at something that someone that is close to both of us does.  It's very hard for me to not take things personally when it feels so personal.  I try to remind myself that the world doesn't revolve around me, and I really try to give people the benefit of the doubt, but it's hard when you see pure joy and excitement on their faces or in their demeanor, and voices for someone you both love, but their utter jealousy towards you.  It breaks my heart.  I never thought that something that could bring so much joy could bring so much pain at the same time.  I am learning a lot about a lot of people the last few weeks.  I am learning what type of person I am, and what type of people others are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very blessed to know that I can honestly say that I wear my heart on my sleeve, that I genuinely give everyone the benefit of the doubt, that I try to find something good in every single person I meet.  I'm not saying I'm perfect because I'm far from it, but I try so hard to always make others feel good.  I love it when someone is happy or to see a smile on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; face.  I love just being able to sit and listen to someone express themselves, and be that shoulder to cry on if it will make them feel better.  I genuinely love people, and I care about them.  I get excited for people that I love when something great happens in their life.  I try to show them how much I care about them by how happy I get for them.  It never crosses my mind to think, "I can't believe it's them when it should be me."  I just am not a jealous person.  I think if something great happens to a person then they deserve it, and I feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; to get to be their cheerleader for a minute, so it breaks my heart when the people that I cheer on turn their backs on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to portray that I am a positive and happy person because I really am.  That truly is the person that I am inside, but everyone has their struggles.  I have spent many nights in tears the last week because of a broken heart.  My little spirit has been crushed a few times by the way people have treated me.  It's so hard for me especially when I know how good I am to them, and yet they won't do the same for me.  I try to be strong, and let it roll of my back, but sometimes I can't.  I try to tell myself that it is their issue and not mine, but it still hurts.  It still makes me cry.  It still makes me sad.  I think it hurts the worse when you get treated this way by someone that you want so badly to love you.  Someone that you just wish would treat you like you treat them.  I have spent many nights on my knees asking for guidance, and although I know this is a learning process, and that God is trying to teach me something it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.  It doesn't mean it's easy.  And it doesn't mean that it doesn't break my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all of you amazing people in my life who show me love, kindness, support, joy, excitement, and just lend a listening ear.  You mean the world to me, and you are so special in Dave and my life.  We are so blessed to have the people we have in our lives.  Thank you for loving us the way you do.  We know the people we can count on in this world, and I know you all know who you are, and I just want to tell you how thankful we are to have you and how much we love each and every one of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this week will get better.  I'm so excited to speak to some amazing woman at Inspiration Unlimited in Vegas this weekend.  I'm so excited to have my true cheerleaders (Dave, my Mom, and Dad) there with me.  It will be a great week.  I will get over this little hiccup and get back to myself, but just remember that even Jilly struggles.  I have down weeks even if I do get calls weekly from Oprah.  ;)  I love you all and thanks for reading.  I'll make sure to tell you all about this weekend when I get back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035901700079396471-8528239082116710562?l=thestrasburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Now getting that out of the way, most of you know that after I had gastric bypass I lost a lot of weight.  I was boxing everyday and I loved every second of it, well then I get deathly sick and couldn't exercise even if I wanted too.  I was stuck in a bed because I was too weak to walk on my own.  Now that it has been a year and half since my life day (the day my life saving surgery was performed) I have made a goal that I am going to get my heart healthy.  I want to do everything in my power to live as long of a life as I can with my sweet Dave.  Everything I do in this life is for him, and for the opportunity that I hope God will give me to wake up to see his sweet face in the morning.
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&lt;br /&gt;On Friday of this week my goal started.  I don't have my boxing gym anymore, I don't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;zumba&lt;/span&gt;, and I don't have a gym.  These are all glorious things that people with money have, and since we are starving students and have nothing I have had to use my good '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; streets of Highland and strap on those new running shoes my Daddy bought me (because I couldn't afford shoes and hadn't bought any in over 3 years, so thank you to my awesome father for loving me so much to buy me all the workout odds and ends that I need to be skinny)  :0)  and I headed out for a run.
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&lt;br /&gt;I know you're probably asking yourself where my treadmill is, but when I was younger I gave it to my sister who was a starving student but a running addict.  She had young children and couldn't leave her home to run, so I gave her my treadmill and she promised me that once her husband is done with medical residency and they have a little money she would buy me a brand new treadmill, so Jamie you have 1 more year.  ;)  Actually you have a year and half until Dave and I start medical school and we have our own place since we live with my gracious, kind, and loving, in-laws right now.  Anyway back to my story.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eV5kck3OhtM/TmL7ASAWWmI/AAAAAAAAA-8/DZMEzSn0-H0/s1600/images2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eV5kck3OhtM/TmL7ASAWWmI/AAAAAAAAA-8/DZMEzSn0-H0/s320/images2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648352864927898210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;My running shoes that Papa Kirk so graciously bought for me this month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Love you Daddy!  Thanks for all the help when I have no money!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I strapped on my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;asics&lt;/span&gt;, pulled on my awesome new lime green and black running shorts, sports bra, and black tank, and I was ready.  I was really going to do this.  I told myself I would run for 15 minutes everyday for the 1st week.  I have to build up.  I mean you are talking to a girl that has never ran a day in her life.  I chose to eat ice cream while my sister would go out for her jog.  I chose to buy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kremes&lt;/span&gt; while my Mother and sister would go to the gym that they paid for a membership for me.  So needless to say this is a HUGE deal.  Jill Roberts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Strasburg&lt;/span&gt; was going to run for the 1st time in 27 years!  The clouds opened up and I think I saw God give me a thumbs up.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hSZJ6tYIv5k/TmL7AVlrSEI/AAAAAAAAA-0/FAdWY0lPsMg/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hSZJ6tYIv5k/TmL7AVlrSEI/AAAAAAAAA-0/FAdWY0lPsMg/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648352865889765442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;This is what I hope I will look like one day, and not so much like Homer up top.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;I first did the regular stretching just to feel cool, because that's what you see people do.  So I stretched for a few minutes and then I headed out.  The first 5 minutes were a little tough, but after that I was really starting to enjoy this running thing.  I figured that I probably looked like a freak but with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt; out to "Rock You Like a Hurricane" and my legs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;feelin&lt;/span&gt; pretty good I was having a blast.  I ran for 15 minutes and then knew I had to do my cool down and relax.  I mean I can only get about 900-1000 calories in my body a day, so I need to conserve some, but man that was actually fun.
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&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in a long time I didn't feel the stress of money crushing down on me, I didn't feel nervous about Dave taking the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;MCAT&lt;/span&gt; and how in the world we are going to pay for it, I wasn't thinking about my filthy room, or how I have too much stuff with absolutely no where to put any of it, I wasn't thinking about my massive medical bills that I had to take from somewhere and pay, all I was focused on was how good I felt.  I never had any idea that exercise could make me feel good.  I felt free while I was running, and I'm sure people laughed at the way I ran while they drove by, but it couldn't have bothered me a bit.  I was doing it and it felt great.  I must admit, running without an extra 152lbs. of weight on me helped too.  I had never ran more than 3 minutes at a time in my entire life and to run for an entire 15 minutes was unheard of.  It was amazing what my body could do at 147lbs.  I was blown away.
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&lt;br /&gt;As I walked myself home I felt calm, peaceful, relaxed, and centered.  I didn't know how things were going to get done but I just didn't care.  I knew they would.  The most important feeling that I felt though was that I was getting healthy.  I was getting my heart healthy so that I could continue to spend incredible days with my hubby that I love so much.  And just to prove that I'm really going to do this, I did it again today.  Now since I have put in on my blog its like a contract because all of you will hold me to it, but I think this is an activity I can get used to.  This is something that I am going to enjoy doing, and for the first time in my life I think I am going to enjoy exercise!  So bring it on baby!  Jilly the runner, is in the house!
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&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to "Girl's Night Out" with a friend of mine.  I was really excited about it because Stephanie Nielson was speaking.  I have read her story in local magazines, and heard a lot about her, and knowing that I have a speaking engagement coming up in a month I wanted to hear what she had to say, and what I could take away from her speech.
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&lt;br /&gt;She spoke on hope last night, which is something that is very close to my heart.  Hope is what kept me alive these last few years.  Hope that my food would go down, hope that the scar tissue would stop hurting, hope that I would survive another surgery, hope that Dave is staying focused on school instead of me, and hope that God would grant me another day to wake up to my sweetheart's face.  So when she started by saying she was speaking on hope, I connected.
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&lt;br /&gt;As she spoke I realized that everyone has trials.  Whether big or small it doesn't matter.  Everyone's trials are huge to them in that minute, and that is all that matters.  It doesn't matter if it's a 2 year old who has stubbed his foot and his world's collided and all he wants is for his Mommy to kiss it better, or if it's me laying on a surgery table praying that I open my eyes when they doctor's are done with me.  Trials are trials, and no matter what, they are hard.
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&lt;br /&gt;Trials are uncomfortable, no fun, sad, time consuming, thought consuming, draining, exhausting, crushing, and miserable.  But I guess the one thing that can help, is to realize that everyone has them.  No one in this life gets to say, "Um, no thanks, I'll pass on that part of life.  I don't really want any trials.  Thanks though."  None of us get that pleasure.  And because we don't get that joy of having no trials, we have a Savior who was willing to die for us and let us know that, "Hey, I know your trial is hard.  I know because I have been through it before, so turn to me.  Let me make it better.  Let me hold you in my arms and "kiss you better".  Let me help you through this hurt and this pain.  Let me carry your burden with you, and together we'll get through this trial."
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&lt;br /&gt;Our Savior is amazing.  He has been through it all, and the amazing thing is that he didn't have to.  He didn't have to suffer for all of us, but he did anyway.  He did so that he would understand our every pain, our every heartache, our every crushing feeling, our every sad day, he has done it all.  He died because he loves us, and he wants us to know that when we feel like we have absolutely no one that understands, that he does, that he's there, and that he loves us.  He's been through it all, and he'll he there with us through it all.
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&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lucky to have my life. I feel so blessed to have every second of every day.  My life is far from perfect.  I have my struggles, but I am thankful for each one of them.  Does that mean that I enjoy them?  HECK NO!  But I am thankful for them, because at least I am alive to go through them.  I don't take anything in this life for granted because each experience is beautiful because I'm alive to live it.  I can make it through anything as long as God will give me the chance to live it.
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&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Stephanie for speaking on Hope, and reaffirming my belief in that simple word.  I live because I have hope, and that's all that matters.
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&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have an amazing weekend!  Thanks for reading!  I think I have the greatest readers on the planet, and I love each one of you so much!
&lt;br /&gt;xoxo
&lt;br /&gt;Jilly
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's officially Monday and since Teresa is announcing that I am going to be the speaker on her FB page then I guess I can announce it on my blog.  I have been asked to be the keynote speaker for this years Inspiration Unlimited down in Henderson NV at the Green Valley Ranch.  I am so honored I can't explain.  When I was asked a few months ago, I was touched, in shock, and knew instantly that I was supposed to do this.  I can't wait to go down to this conference and learn so much from these women.  I know they are coming to listen to me, but I know I will be getting a lot of my strength from them.
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&lt;br /&gt;I have thought long and hard about what I want to talk to these women about and though it comes in different waves, the main principle is the same, and I can't wait to share my story of hope and hopefully inspiration with them.  I am so honored, once again, that I get to share this amazing weekend with these women.
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&lt;br /&gt;I know so many of them have been through so much more in this life then I have, and they have so many different experiences then me, but I know I will be able to teach them something different, and in return they can do the same for me.  I'm so looking forward to spending time with these amazing women.  I can't wait for next month!
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&lt;br /&gt;Love,
&lt;br /&gt;Jilly Strasburg
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://inspirationunlimited.homestead.com/"&gt;Inspiration Unlimited Website&lt;/a&gt;
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I took a course in college when I was younger called "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Color Code&lt;/span&gt;" and in that semester I became enthralled with knowing my little quirks, and what makes me "Jilly".  I know every personality has downfalls, strengths, and excitement, and I am always curious to find out about mine.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--EGMFYRgTt4/TiAtvpp6vLI/AAAAAAAAA9M/0stKLagBT90/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--EGMFYRgTt4/TiAtvpp6vLI/AAAAAAAAA9M/0stKLagBT90/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629549830871891122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I recently discovered what I believe to be the best personality test that I have ever taken.  It is called the INFP personality test.  You can look &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/INFP"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you would like to know more about it.&lt;br /&gt;In my passion to find out more about myself this is what I came across.  I am Jill, "The Performer"  (also known as ESFP).  Here are a few things about me....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jTkC8S07XHg/TiAtveB0OoI/AAAAAAAAA9E/tSolXJbj64E/s1600/8.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/-jTkC8S07XHg/TiAtveB0OoI/AAAAAAAAA9E/tSolXJbj64E/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629549827750902402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Performer's &lt;/span&gt;live in the moment, experiencing life to the fullest. They  enjoy people, as well as material comforts. Rarely allowing conventions  to interfere with their lives, they find creative ways to meet &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;human&lt;/span&gt;  needs. Performer's are excellent team players, focused on completing the task  at hand with maximum fun and minimum discord. Active types, they find  pleasure in new experiences.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NAYOqHE3QEg/TiAtnGw1vNI/AAAAAAAAA80/b6kbxC7E72E/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NAYOqHE3QEg/TiAtnGw1vNI/AAAAAAAAA80/b6kbxC7E72E/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629549684066729170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;Performer's take a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hands-on&lt;/span&gt; approach in most things. Because they learn  more by doing than by studying or reading, they tend to rush into  things, learning by interacting with their environment. They usually  dislike theory and written explanations. Traditional schools can be  difficult for Performer's, although they tend to do well when the subject of  study&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; interests &lt;/span&gt;them, or when they see the relevance of a subject and  are allowed to interact with people.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1bcLejBBqg4/TiAtmzmIFnI/AAAAAAAAA8s/syMzNXn02zM/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1bcLejBBqg4/TiAtmzmIFnI/AAAAAAAAA8s/syMzNXn02zM/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629549678921520754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Observant&lt;/span&gt;, practical, realistic, and specific, Performer's make decisions  according to their own personal standards. They use their Feeling  judgment internally to identify and empathize with others. Naturally&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  attentive &lt;/span&gt;to the world around them, Performer's are keen observers of human  behavior. They quickly sense what is happening with other people and  immediately respond to their individual needs. They are especially good  at mobilizing people to deal with crises. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6UFOsvZ_m9Q/TiBkBfMn0wI/AAAAAAAAA9s/ENzj_ont21E/s1600/280519_2275710211843_1221334907_32826915_169358_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6UFOsvZ_m9Q/TiBkBfMn0wI/AAAAAAAAA9s/ENzj_ont21E/s320/280519_2275710211843_1221334907_32826915_169358_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629609510930207490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Generous, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;optimistic&lt;/span&gt;, and  persuasive, they are good at interpersonal interactions. They often play  the role of peacemaker due to their warm, sympathetic, and tactful  nature.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Performer's love being a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;round people and having&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; new&lt;/span&gt; experiences. Living in  the here-and-now, they often do not think about long term effects or the  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;consequences&lt;/span&gt; of their actions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;While very practical, they generally  despise routines, instead desiring to 'go with the flow.' They are, in  fact, very p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lay min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ded. Because ESFPs learn better through hands-on  experience, classroom learning may be troublesome for many of them,  especially those with a very underdeveloped&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; intuitive &lt;/span&gt;side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gtZ5vXWleJA/TiAtmhSfvOI/AAAAAAAAA8c/FVLKUErur_w/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gtZ5vXWleJA/TiAtmhSfvOI/AAAAAAAAA8c/FVLKUErur_w/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629549674007346402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you would like to see my entire profile click &lt;a href="http://www.personalitypage.com/html/ESFP.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W9mwDM9rQok/TiAtnb_EfVI/AAAAAAAAA88/sgWsdXM9sU4/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W9mwDM9rQok/TiAtnb_EfVI/AAAAAAAAA88/sgWsdXM9sU4/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629549689763560786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think that everyone loves to know what makes them who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; are.  I am very proud of the woman I am, and I love the person I have grown to be.  I truly do love every moment of life that I get.  I can't think of a better way to describe myself than this test.  I hope each of you get to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; and love your life as much as I do.  I have each of you to thank for the life I get to live each day.  I am truly thankful for your generosity, kindness, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;compassion&lt;/span&gt;, in helping me fight my illness and get my life back.  For your kindness I will be eternally grateful.  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This summer is flying by, and we are enjoying every minute of it!  It has been a crazy 2 months, but so much fun!  Right before my Birthday in June my sister in law got married in the Salt Lake Temple.  Her wedding was absolutely beautiful, and it was so great to be able to share in her special day. Dave and I had never been to the Salt Lake City temple, and I was in awe at it's beauty.  I know Nicole must have felt like a Princess getting married in her castle.  She was absolutely beautiful, and we are so happy to have her sweet hubby Jeffy as our brother.  They dated for over a year, and we were anticipating there marriage for so long!  We just love Jeff so much, and I'm so glad that Nic married him, so now he can't leave our crazy family.  He's stuck!  ;)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wxbi7W_Yh4E/TheFzhZZbdI/AAAAAAAAA7k/V6pQkK51W1U/s1600/268146_10150288036691075_539626074_9541030_1564878_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wxbi7W_Yh4E/TheFzhZZbdI/AAAAAAAAA7k/V6pQkK51W1U/s320/268146_10150288036691075_539626074_9541030_1564878_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627113379607440850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Birthday was so much fun!  My little nephew got blessed into our church, (it's like a christening in the catholic church) and we spent the day celebrating him.  His Dad did an amazing job at his blessing, and I was so happy to see our little Brax have that incredible experience.  We had a fun luncheon with the whole family (minus Nic and Jeff who were on their Honeymoon) and then everyone headed back to our house for my Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;We had cinnamon rolls, cake, ice cream, and opened presents with Dave's family on my Birthday night and we just had a blast.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VlJElq8o5O0/TheHr5k5SUI/AAAAAAAAA70/s8ZnMbS4hG0/s1600/259598_2151112776985_1221334907_32702197_788985_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VlJElq8o5O0/TheHr5k5SUI/AAAAAAAAA70/s8ZnMbS4hG0/s320/259598_2151112776985_1221334907_32702197_788985_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627115447682419010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dave's sister Bonnie was in town for Nicole's wedding and she had brought her new little baby boy Benson.  I had the best week ever with him!  I think I stole him from her every morning and night.  I would take him every morning to wake up Uncle Dave and I would take him every night to sleep with me for a little bit.  I just couldn't get enough of him.  She flew back home on my Birthday, but at least we got to have cake and ice cream before they left.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x_ySlqD-LjE/TheHhPGMb9I/AAAAAAAAA7s/I_K84Riwkco/s1600/ben.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x_ySlqD-LjE/TheHhPGMb9I/AAAAAAAAA7s/I_K84Riwkco/s320/ben.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627115264480669650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the rest of the month of June it was mainly just regular summer stuff.  My sweet niece Maddison came into town and I got to spend a couple of days with her.  My Mom and Maddie, and I all got to go swimming one day which was so much fun.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IaAZGGOYWzY/TheJJsD_L_I/AAAAAAAAA78/3ON9HZ6gGXw/s1600/256046_2176155643041_1221334907_32733510_5371858_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IaAZGGOYWzY/TheJJsD_L_I/AAAAAAAAA78/3ON9HZ6gGXw/s320/256046_2176155643041_1221334907_32733510_5371858_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627117058962436082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got to spend the 4th of July with my family and Maddie before she left as well.  She was here for 3 weeks, and I absolutely loved seeing her.  I think she was more excited to see Uncle Dave, then Aunt Jilly though.  Uncle Dave only got to spend 1 day with her because he has had a very busy school semester.  He's doing awesome and has straight A's though, so I know she understood.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my cute hubby who's at school a lot, but I make sure to keep busy.  I love weeding the yard all the time to make sure it stays beautiful, I weed our garden, and I sit outside on my lawn chair for a few hours every day and read.  I am enjoying every minute of sunshine that we get.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4HUdXTUfWEc/TheJJ2y7lzI/AAAAAAAAA8E/XBex4CThM6w/s1600/258263_2240492291417_1221334907_32774248_2170612_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4HUdXTUfWEc/TheJJ2y7lzI/AAAAAAAAA8E/XBex4CThM6w/s320/258263_2240492291417_1221334907_32774248_2170612_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627117061843687218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  It seemed like it was such a long winter, that my body was starved for sunlight.  I love just laying outside and soaking it up.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9atmv497pqk/TheJKI4PqOI/AAAAAAAAA8M/9U2Y7SHHGwE/s1600/265116_2253569938350_1221334907_32795236_6334685_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9atmv497pqk/TheJKI4PqOI/AAAAAAAAA8M/9U2Y7SHHGwE/s320/265116_2253569938350_1221334907_32795236_6334685_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627117066697812194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dave and I have a few more summer plans, that I will make sure to write all about.  We have a camping trip to go on, a little adventure to Park City, and a whole lot of grilling with Dave's amazing veggie's he is growing in our garden.  I'm just so proud of my awesome husband and how hard he works.  He has become quite the little gardener (even if we broke our windshield getting started).  His garden is so green and big, and beautiful.  I use the fresh basil, oregano, and parsley, to cook with all the time.  I can't wait to use all the fresh veggies when they come in!!&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have an amazing, fun, and safe, rest of the summer.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b4P6AzDX0vk/TheKaTET2LI/AAAAAAAAA8U/3kZ5nx4EjjY/s1600/271338_2240447050286_1221334907_32774194_6457702_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b4P6AzDX0vk/TheKaTET2LI/AAAAAAAAA8U/3kZ5nx4EjjY/s320/271338_2240447050286_1221334907_32774194_6457702_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627118443822307506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will make sure to post about all our adventures later on.  Thanks for stopping by our blog!  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It literally happened about 20 minutes ago and I can't stop laughing.  Let me preface this by clarifying that Dave and I are both Natural &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blonde's&lt;/span&gt;.  Okay, now I can begin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Dave and I woke up bright and early (okay maybe not early) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; that today was are garden planting day.  It was finally nice weather, and not freezing cold, so our veggies will actually grow.  We headed off to Smiths, and then to Home Depot where we got a lot of delicious veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in Highland we're not as lucky as most of the Utah people.  Our soil is complete clay.  It's beautiful underneath the rock hard top soil, but unless you can keep that top soil broken up your plants are not going to grow.  This is a lesson we learned last summer.  So because of that we decided to make gardening boxes with wood and wonderful soil from the greenhouse.  We got our plants today, and we just needed the wood to make the box.  We were at Home Depot and looked at the wood, but had an amazing epiphany.  There are so many homes being built around our house, and dumpsters are full of their wood scraps, so why spend money on wood when we can just use the stuff that people are throwing away.  We'll save money and help the planet out by recycling.  We're absolutely brilliant when it comes to saving money and mother earth.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home with our plants, watered them, and put them in the sun to wait for their new and wonderful home in their garden box.  We decided that later that night we would go "dumpster diving" because a lot of people would probably look down upon us, and we can't have that!  I mean we have our pride for goodness sake.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7pm we figured that all the construction people would be done working for the weekend and we went out on our dumpster hunt.  We had tracked out all the homes being built previously, and we knew where the dumpsters were that were full of our money saving wood.  So off the 2 little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blonde's&lt;/span&gt; went on their adventure to save money and mother earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came to this house that was so beautifully built, but had an even more beautifully full dumpster.  We jumped out of our jeep, climbed up the side of the dumpster, and looked in.  We found the greatest wood on the planet!  It had a few nails in it and some spray paint, but it didn't matter.  It would hold soil and be the perfect new home for our vegetables to grow.  I climbed into the dumpster and started handing pieces of wood to Dave.  After we found 4 great pieces, we proceeded to put the wood in the jeep.  We opened the back up, put all the seats down, I laid down towels to protect the leather, and we started to push them through the entire length of the jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 3 pieces of wood fit like a charm.  They slid in perfectly and even had a little bit of room at the end so we could close the door.  The last piece was the problem.  We pushed it and realized that it was too long, so we thought that maybe if it went in 1st and wasn't resting on the other 3 pieces that it may go in a little bit farther.  The wood was only an inch or two away from us being able to close the door.  I climbed in the front of the Jeep with Dave pushing in the back and we carefully rearranged our wood so we could put the longest piece in first.  With the 3 pieces out of the way Dave started to push the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; piece while I so carefully guided it to the front.  He pushed it to the windshield and it hit and I figured he realized that it wouldn't go anymore, so I said "Okay".  Dave thought that this meant okay to push, so he pushed just a tad bit more and POP!  I looked at the windshield that had just spider-webbed across the entire piece of glass and screamed an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;obscenity&lt;/span&gt; that isn't really lady like, so I won't repeat it.  I then looked back and Dave and man was he mad.  He let go of the wood and walked up to the front of the jeep.  He looked down at the windshield and shook his head.  His jaw clenched, and his face started to go a little red.  I knew at that moment that he was furious.  Then he blew out a lot of hot air that had built up inside him and said, "what an awesome adventure.  I'm glad we decided to do this instead of buy $20 worth of wood at The Home Depot."  At that moment all I could think about was trying to calm him down, and trying not to bust out laughing.  I know that's horrible to say, but Dave never screws up and I found this completely hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KYcMwg5CkNw/Tert7GGwimI/AAAAAAAAA7U/A3iGdZ7K_Ag/s1600/windshield2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KYcMwg5CkNw/Tert7GGwimI/AAAAAAAAA7U/A3iGdZ7K_Ag/s320/windshield2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614561484977769058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here the 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blonde's&lt;/span&gt; are, standing in the middle of the road with wood poking out the back of the jeep, Dave standing at the front of the Jeep with steam coming out of his ears and me just looking at the windshield trying not to laugh.  If anyone was watching this happen I bet they were rolling on the floor laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed out of the front seat and went to console my sweet husband.  The consoling didn't go over very well.  He walked to the back of the Jeep, shut the raised door (as much as he could.  We didn't break the windshield clean through so the wood was still a tad too long.) walked back to the front seat, climbed in, shut the door, and said, "Let's just get out of here."  I walked to the drivers side seat climbed in and started the Jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove home (as slow as I possibly could so nothing feel out of the back) Dave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;conveniently&lt;/span&gt; asked me if we had coverage for glass on the Jeep.  I had just started a new policy with a different company and I had put full coverage on our car, but I didn't put anything on the Jeep.  I mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt;, it was paid off, and we never drive it.  What would I need coverage for?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Blond&lt;/span&gt; moment #20000 of mine this year.  Dave suddenly realized that a $20 piece of wood just turned into about $200 bucks that we don't have.  (Remember, we were trying to save money dumpster diving because we didn't have enough money for wood...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;)  Dave wasn't too happy about this whole situation and was unusually quiet on this ride home.  I tried to calm and comfort the best I could, but it just didn't help.  The last thing I remember saying was, "Well, at least we have an awesome "adventure" story!"  He didn't find that funny at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQIbT7ULzp0/Tert7Yci_TI/AAAAAAAAA7c/EarWWO8-wpc/s1600/windshield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQIbT7ULzp0/Tert7Yci_TI/AAAAAAAAA7c/EarWWO8-wpc/s320/windshield.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614561489900993842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we pulled into the driveway I told him that it was all going to be okay.  We could not drive the Jeep for a little bit until we have the extra money to pay for the windshield.  Dave didn't seem to care about that, he just couldn't believe that he had done something so stupid.  He pulled the wood out of the Jeep, put it on the ground, and walked into the house.  To make the situation even more awesome for him, I had made him go "dumpster diving" with me in the middle of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;UFC&lt;/span&gt; fights.  He had paused them when we left, but when we got home the computer had frozen and he wasn't able to watch his fights.  This sent him a little over the edge; more so then he already was.  Dave grabbed some clothes and went up to take a shower and "cool off".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was taking a shower I was searching for a cheap windshield.  I ended up finding one for $130.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; so I ran upstairs to tell him.  He opened up the shower curtain after I had yelled it over the water and he had a huge smile on his face.  He said, "That's how much the deductible would have been anyway.  Good job Babe!"  So in the end I started the problem, but I also found the solution.  I'm so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of this story let's just say that it was the best "Birthday Adventure" I have ever had.  I now get a new windshield for my Birthday tomorrow and I couldn't be happier.  More then anything I had so much fun with my sweetheart tonight.  He's such a trooper to always put up with me and my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;shenanigan's&lt;/span&gt;.  $130 dollars, and a garden box later....Happy Birthday to ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035901700079396471-4607142926484502255?l=thestrasburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I don't share this with really anyone.  I don't talk about how bad it hurts, how it makes me cry, how I have sobbed for hours and hours, how I write in my journal about how badly I want to be a mother, or how badly I want my husband to be a father.  I don't talk about any of this, because it's easier not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I play it off and act like I don't want kids right now.  It's a lie.  I would do anything in this world to be a mother.  It's all I could ever want from this life, next to being with my husband.  I have the most amazing husband on the planet, and he gets me through each day.  I don't know how I would do this thing called "Life" without him by my side.  I know I have babies that are coming to me although I don't know how I will get them.  I don't know when, or in what shape or form, but I know they are mine.  That being said, I want to quote this beautiful woman's thoughts on the subject.  My sweet cousin sent me the link to her blog today and I took a minute to read it.  If you would like to go to her blog click &lt;a href="http://thehappiestsearch.blogspot.com/2011/04/bust-myth-or-two.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  This is how she stated her battle with infertility.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Truth be told, it's not about reading. It's not about the fact, that for some reason, both of my boys ALWAYS&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; (I mean always. WHAT GIVES??)&lt;/span&gt; skip the numbe&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r four when they are counting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's the fact that I love to put everything on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);" class=" down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;MYTH: My infertility is about me. Personally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;This blog post is for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Dear Taylor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;You are a good mom. You love your children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Heavenly Father knew that you could handle this trial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;He CHOSE you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;It is hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;You can do hard things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Sometimes when you feel your blood boil, and you want to scream at the top of your lungs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;"IT'S NOT FAIR"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;It's ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Because it's not fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Life is not fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;And that is what makes it all so beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;You are right, it would be far easier to have a body that works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;But yours does not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;And even though you are learning and growing so much because of it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;sometimes the pain feels like it might suffocate you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;But your infertility is not about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;It is not an attack of your character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;It is not a punishment for something you have done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;It is not because you are incapable of being a great mother to many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;You are not broken on accident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Heavenly Father did not skip over you because you were undeserving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;You were not forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Instead,  He hand chose you out of the crowd, and precisely changed you to be the  person you are. I believe he took you aside, put his arm around you,  and with tears streaming down his very own face, knowing it will break  your heart, asked if you if could carry this burden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;He promised you would never be alone. And he would bless you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;But, he would need to make you differently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Not to break you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;But to create miracles for your eyes to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;You  were not stripped of the most sacred act of multiplying and  replenishing to your hearts content, because you were not worth it to be  made whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;You may feel broken, and forgotten, in your divine right of motherhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;But you were made from scratch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Everything you have been given, has been given by God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The Lord giveth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Lord taketh away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Blessed be the name of the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Cry until your soul hurts. Because it is hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-family:verdana;" &gt;But don't ever feel broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To all of you amazing women who struggle with infertility, just know that I love you. You are in my prayers daily, and I am thankful for you strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035901700079396471-5423149791861154880?l=thestrasburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It was confirmed to me for the umpteenth time why I married the amazing man that I did.  He comes from a huge long line of amazing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Strasburg&lt;/span&gt; women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our wedding Dave and I didn't have anyone but our immediate families join us.  We didn't have a reception, and I didn't have a luncheon with anyone but just his 7 sisters and their families and my 3 siblings and their families, so coming into this marriage all I knew was Dave's immediate family.  Dave's immediate family is not very close with his father's side of the family.  His father has I think 7 sisters, and 2 brothers.  He came from a HUGE family of farmers.  They have come to be some of the most amazing and special people that I have ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister in law Nicole (Dave's baby sister) is getting married on June 2, and so in celebration her Aunt Louise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Strasburg&lt;/span&gt; threw her a bridal shower to get the entire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Strasburg&lt;/span&gt; family girls together.  Wow, there is a lot of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During last summer I briefly had a chance to meet each of them, but for only about an hour or so at a family reunion.  My health was still not doing too good, so we didn't get to stay for very long.  Since then I have felt a huge amount of love and respect for these women, and have wanted to get to know them better.  This shower was the perfect opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday afternoon I headed up to Salt Lake to this party, and of course I showed up 20 minutes late so I walked in right during the middle of a game.  After the game was over I immediately got up and walked over to aunt Nola and aunt Nancy and gave them a hug.  I remembered their faces and instantly remembered their special spirits.  They opened their arms and hugged me and told me how grateful they were that I was there.  That meant more to me then I think they will ever know.  We sat and chatted for a bit until lunch was served and then we got up to go get lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was standing in line, more of these amazing cousins that Dave has started introducing themselves to me.  Some I had met and some I hadn't.  They were all so kind and loving and went out of there way to make me feel loved and welcome.  What joy it is to be in the presence of true daughters of our heavenly father.  I knew that day that his love was there in abundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we got our food we all sat down and started talking.  I got to meet my Aunt Anne, who I previously did not get to meet at the reunion.  She was so sweet and kind.  She told me some fun stories of how she remembered my sweet husband from when he was a child, since that was the last time that she had seen them.  Like I said before, Dave's immediate family really doesn't have anything to do with this side of the family, so it's like all of Dave's siblings are getting to know them for the first time as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I made my way around that day and chatted with so many special women, we all sat down to get ready for Nicole to open her gifts from her aunts and cousin's, that she had not spent time with her entire life.  That touched me deeply.  These people that don't even know Nicole went out of their way to throw her a party, buy gifts, and make her feel special, as she should, for the greatest day of her life.  It touched my heart deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Nicole opened a particular gift 2 of my cousin's had to leave.  Their father was my father in law, Lou's, brother.  He passed away many years ago, and I love that they still come to every party for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Strasburg&lt;/span&gt; family.  That day they were headed to the cemetery.  Before they left they came and knelt down in front of me and my cousin Jill, (Yes her name is Jill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Strasburg&lt;/span&gt;) shared with me something that had touched her.  She told me that she is faithful reader of my blog, and what one particular entry had made her feel.  To me it was just me expressing my thoughts, as I always do on this little thing.  :)  She told me that her husband had recently lost his job, and although they were prepared for it, she found herself feeling a little down and little sorry for herself, which I think any of us in that situation would.  Anyway, she said that my entry where I spoke about how Dave and I have literally nothing, I can't work, I have thousands of dollars in medical debt, Dave is a full-time student, we live with our in laws (because they are so gracious and kind to let us live here), and I really don't own much to my name, but I am happier then I have ever been in my entire life.  Which I truly am.  I have my amazing husband who loves me, I have a testimony that my Savior loves me, and I have amazing family and friends who support and love me.  For some reason that entry was exactly what she needed to hear that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jill was kneeling in front of me, and holding my hands while tears fell from her eyes, she was thanking me.  I couldn't believe it.  This woman gave me the love and support that I needed that day.  She lifted me like she would not believe.  She was sharing her most intimate spirit with me in that moment, and I felt like the lucky one.  How blessed am I that I get to call her my family?  What an amazing feeling to be in the presence of a true daughter of God.  I learned so much from her that day while she was telling me that I helped her.  Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill, Thank you for reading my blog.  Thank you for sharing that story with me.  I'm glad it was there for you in a time when you needed it, and that in some way it lifted you, because yesterday your spirit lifted me.  I feel honored to be your family.  I love you with my whole heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful for small miracles.  For the fact that this little blog, that I LOVE doing, and that I would do even if no one read, meant something to someone.  If I have touched even 1 person through my stories then this entire blog is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The souls of women are great, and I feel honored to be a part of them.  I feel such pride to say that I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Strasburg&lt;/span&gt;, because I come from a line of strong, beautiful, powerful, spiritual, good, loving, and Christlike women.  I thank my Heavenly Father everyday that my sweet Dave asked me to be his eternal companion, because I really think that I got the sweeter end of the deal here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Strasburg&lt;/span&gt; women for teaching me what it is to be a true woman of God.  I'm thankful for your love and spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a special Happy Mother's Day to all of you amazing Daughter's of God out there.   To my Mother Cay, my Mother Paula, my sister Jamie, my sister's in law, Chrissy, Lupita, Stacy, Melissa, Bonnie, and Laurel.  I hope you hall have a wonderful Mother's Day not only because you deserve it, but because you are amazing Mother's, and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035901700079396471-1523818922986045781?l=thestrasburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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They wanted Dave, but he is just not able to go because of his school schedule.  I'm going to check and see if they will let my Mother come with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited about this opportunity.  I am so proud of my life, and who I have become and I can't wait to show myself off and brag a little bit. ;)  My love bank is overflowing right now.  I feel so blessed and grateful and loved by all the people in my life.  I feel so thankful to have the amazing husband that I have and how he supports me and how he works so hard for me.  I have an amazing life even though I have hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt from medical bills, and we have nothing, I really could care less.  I have all I need with my husband by my side.  I could do anything with Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got married, we did it over his Spring Break, so we never got to go on a Honeymoon.  We were planning to go somewhere nice that summer, but a month after we got married I got deathly ill.  From there the medical bills piled up, and we were never able to do so.  We had to move into a little bedroom in Dave's parents home because we couldn't afford rent.  We have never gone on a vacation since we have been married and we just celebrated our 2 year anniversary.  Through all of this I can honestly say I have never been happier.  Things are a challenge and are hard every day, but I am so thankful for what I have.  I can do anything in life as long as I have my husband by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave goes to school for 12 hours a day and gets on the Dean's list every semester.  He blows my mind with how hard he works for me.  I remember when I was in the hospital he would go to school, come to the hospital and stay until 10 and then drive home and sleep, and wake up and do it all over again.  He never complained, he never whined, and he was there for me 24/7.  I don't know how I was blessed with the husband I have, but I am so thankful that my Heavenly Father loved me enough to send him to me.  He calls me his "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bestie&lt;/span&gt;" and I really am.  He is my best friend, and I owe my life to that man.  Dave is the strongest man I have ever met.  He thinks I am made of Gold and treats me like I am a Queen.  I can't believe I am this lucky.  Even though we have nothing, I wake up every day so happy because he is by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so honored that people loved my story enough to want to know about my life.  That in some way I touched people in this world.  I can't explain how thankful I am for that.  If people only knew how much they touch me.  I have been so blessed with such amazing friends and I am so thankful for all of you.  You all teach me so much, and remind me of just how lucky I am to be alive.  I know fighting as hard as I did to stay alive was the right thing.  I want to continue to live as long as God will let me.  I love life.  I love every thing about it.  It's hard and draining, and exhausting, but thrilling, and fun, and the greatest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my husband, I love my Heavenly Father, and I love my friends and family.  Even though I don't have money, my love bank is full and my heart is so big.  I'm so thankful for the life I have.  I hope when I go back on the Oprah show I can show that, and express just how thankful I am for all that I have been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035901700079396471-8428400206108573705?l=thestrasburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When I entered into this marriage I never imagined I would be this happy.  I didn't know a love like this existed.  I never knew that someone could cherish me, worship me, treat me like a Queen, or be my best friend in this way.  I never knew God loved me enough to give me the greatest man I have ever known.  I thought a life like this only existed in Fairytale's, and I can honestly say that I live a Fairytale everyday of my life.  So in honor of this day, I am going to share how Dave and I met and how we went from he and I to "Us".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just gone through a really tough time in my life.  I was in a really bad relationship and horribly unhappy.  I was miserable, sad, depressed, not close with my heavenly father, and just not living the life that I knew I wanted and deserved.  I broke up with my ex-boyfriend and started a new job working at the gym 2 days after that.  On February 15, 2008 I was working behind the counter at LA Boxing and was checking guys in for the jiu-jitsu class that night.  I happened to glance up at this man walking through the parking lot in his white tank top, shorts, and vitamin water, and I remember thinking how absolutely beautiful he was.  I was so scared to say hi to him because he was so beautiful.  As he walked into the gym I became speechless.  I was in awe of this gorgeous california blond in front of me. (no, Dave is not from California).  He walked right up to the counter and said, "Hi, I'm Dave."  All I could get out of my mouth was "Hi".  This is so unusual for those of you that know me because I never have problems talking to anyone.  I rarely get intimidated and I am a flirt so I never had any problems talking to men, but this was different.  Dave and I made eye contact and I knew he was different.  For some reason I knew that I knew this man from somewhere.  I felt his soul talk to mine and I knew at that moment that he was going to be in my life for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that jiu-jitsu class he was taking, he kept coming up to the front to flirt/talk with me.  I finally got a little relaxed and could speak to him.  It was crazy because I had so many men that worked out at that gym hit on me on a daily basis and I never gave them the time of day, but I did anything I could to get Dave to talk to me.  I later found out that he never hit on any girls, he never left his jiu-jitsu class for any reason, and he had been asking some of the trainers about me.  For about 2 months I stalked Dave as much as I could.  I pulled up his file on the work computer, got his email, cell phone, birthday, just about anything I could to learn as much as I could about this guy.  I found out that his birthday was April 26 and I was determined that if he hadn't asked me out by then that I was going to ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of April he came into the gym 1 night and he was in such a horrible mood.  He didn't tell me exactly what had happened, but I ended up letting him stay after the gym had closed and just talked to him while he lifted weights.  He was having a problem with a girl.  My heart just broke to see him sad.  At that moment I would have done anything in my power to make him happy.  I went home that night with his email and sent him an email telling him how sorry I was that he was sad and just that he was on my mind.  2 days later he came in for a class and I asked him if he got my email.  His face lit up like the 4th of July and he said, "You sent me an email?!"  I told him why I did and he was so touched.  It made me feel so good to see that it meant so much to him that someone cared.  A week after that I made up my mind that I was asking him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came into the gym and I said, "So what are you doing for your Birthday?"  He said he didn't have any plans, and I said, "Well you do now.  I'm taking you out for your Birthday."  He was so excited, but probably not as much as I was.  On April 26, 2008 I drove over to his house and picked him up for our date.  I took him to Market Street Grill up by the U and it was the greatest day of my life.  We talked like we had been friends forever.  We starred at each other non-stop for 3 hours.  After dinner I had plans to take us to the Pink Floyd laser show.  We decided we didn't want to go though, so we went back to his house and talked until 3:30 in the morning.  I fell in love with him that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that date we were with each other every day but Sunday.  He lived in Highland and I lived in Springville, and I would make excuses to make the 60 mile round trip drive daily just to see him, and this was when gas was above $4.00 a gallon.  I just couldn't get enough of this kid.  1 night in May I was sitting on his counter at his house and I grabbed his face and told him I loved him.  He just smiled and kissed me.  It took him a bit longer to tell me he loved me, but he finally did.  I knew I was going to spend the rest of my life with this boy, and every day that I wasn't married to him seemed like eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dating for 8 months on December 19 I was over at his house and we were just hanging out like we always did.  I was sitting on the kitchen counter like I always did, and his parents had just left to go home.  I said, "So, when are you going to ask me to marry you?"  I knew it had to be coming because he had the ring.  He said wait just a second while he walked into his bedroom to grab something.  He came back out and stood in front of my and told me all the reasons he loved me and how he wanted to spend the rest of eternity with me.  He then pulled out a white jewelry box and opened it while saying, "Jilli, will you marry me?"  I didn't notice the ring right away because I was just hugging and kissing him then I looked down and just screamed.  It was the most beautiful diamond I had ever seen and it was so completely me.  It was classy, and elegant, not to big and not to small.  It was perfect, and I loved it.  After asking me, Dave had realized that he had forgotten to ask my Dad, so he hurry and called Kirk and said, "Hey Padre, I'm just about to ask your daughter to marry me, but I wanted to make sure it was okay with you first."  It was hilarious.  Then we called all of our family and told them the good news.  Dave's family was thrilled.  The 1 boy out of 8 children was getting married.  I don't think they had any idea what a spazztic daughter in law they were getting or they might not have been so excited.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a really short engagement.  I didn't have a reception and we only had immediate family in the sealing room of the temple.  It was very small and intimate, and exactly like Dave and I wanted it.  On March 14, 2009 a little after a year of knowing each other Dave and I got married in the Mount Timpanogos temple in American Fork Utah at 10:40am.  It was the greatest day of my life up to that point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that day I have spent every day getting a little more happy.  I have the greatest man on this planet as my husband.  He is my best friend, my soul mate, my angel, and my future.  I love him with all my heart and I am so grateful that he is mine.  I don't know why God gave him to me because Lord knows I didn't deserve it, but I thank him on my knees every day that he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you with everything in me my sweet David.  You are my life.  I couldn't ask for anything more.  You make me happier then anything, and I hope I take as good of care of you as you do of me.  Thank you for working so hard for our little family.  I'm so proud of you for pursuing your dreams of becoming a doctor.  You amaze me every day and you make me proud to be a part of your life.  Happy Anniversary my sweetheart.  Here's to eternity together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035901700079396471-7796924413704899089?l=thestrasburgfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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