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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;A0QNQ3k9fip7ImA9WhRbGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621612979817325869</id><updated>2012-02-09T23:36:32.766-08:00</updated><title>"AT-HOME" Secrets</title><subtitle type="html">What I've Learned As A Stay "At-Home" Mommy</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://adventuresofbrindy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://adventuresofbrindy.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Brindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5qRCQLxqdE/Sm5xM3nfkTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9vs61RIuYIs/S220/IMG_3440.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</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/at-homeSecrets" /><feedburner:info uri="at-homesecrets" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUDRHw8fSp7ImA9Wx9aEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621612979817325869.post-4907254129678961010</id><published>2011-03-03T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T09:11:15.275-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-03T09:11:15.275-08:00</app:edited><title>The World Doesn't Stop When You're Sick</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-p76tAbMWoK4/TW_Loa6QcAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jBWRM6_vocg/s1600/blog.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-p76tAbMWoK4/TW_Loa6QcAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jBWRM6_vocg/s320/blog.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Laytham and I got sick on Saturday night with a bad cold. I didn't have any energy and I really didn't feel well; but when you have a 5 month old sick baby and a husband and house to take care of it's hard to stay in bed and get well. So, I set up camp on the couch. I plugged in the humidifier, got the tissues, baby necessities, blankets, some movies and settled in for the duration. I took massive amounts of vitamin-C and Dr. Christopher's Anti-Plague but this cold was not retreating. So since the world wouldn't stop I picked a couple of household tasks to do at intervals to make sure things didn't get out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;
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I did a load of dishes, switched the laundry and made a batch of bread. Baking bread is really just mix, punch, rise, rise, bake so that really is easier than it sounds. (My recipe is in the last post.) I made a batch of what Cody's family calls "Power Pancakes" (recipe below) so that I would have some easy food options. I really think that choosing a few little things to do kept me from feeling overwhelmed but also helped me feel like I was able to keep the house going. When Cody got home he had grilled cheese and tomato soup for dinner with my fresh bread. I was able to feed him without using energy I didn't have.&lt;br /&gt;
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On Wednesday, Laytham was feeling a lot better, but I started getting anxious for the end. Then I got a phone call from my dad who had just talked to my aunt, whom we lovingly call Miracle Megan. She has cured everything from sunburns to "true love" for me. Haha She is just really knowledgeable about herbs. She said I needed to drink raspberry leaf tea, which she had given me in an herbal medicine kit for our wedding. Within an hour of drinking it my congestion was gone and this morning I woke up congestion free, no sore throat and full of energy! But best of all, my house doesn't look like a bomb went off.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's easy to get discouraged when you're sick and aren't able to keep up on all of your chores and responsibilities. Focus on a couple of easy tasks and rest. You won't feel so guilty spending the day on the couch if you realize you are taking care of yourself so that you can take care of your family. Laundry is a great resting activity. You can fold a batch while watching a movie and you only have to get up every hour to make the switch. Unload the dishwasher but load a little later. It's amazing how a wiped counter and an empty sink makes your kitchen look clean. When you're better you can clean the bathroom, vacuum and focus on the details.&lt;br /&gt;
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Power Pancakes&amp;nbsp;(Modified Crepes)&lt;br /&gt;
Makes about 20&lt;br /&gt;
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In a blender mix the following:&lt;br /&gt;
8 eggs&lt;br /&gt;
2C cottage cheese&lt;br /&gt;
1/2C olive oil&lt;br /&gt;
1C milk&lt;br /&gt;
1tsp. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;
1/2 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;
1C flour&lt;br /&gt;
Blend on high for one minute. Bake on lightly greased griddle on high heat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621612979817325869-4907254129678961010?l=adventuresofbrindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When I got married a dear family friend, named Jenie, gave me the best marriage advice I ever received, "Don't forget to be your husband's girlfriend!"&amp;nbsp;This is a picture of me when I was my husband's girlfriend. I worked out, I went to my hair stylist every 6 weeks, I got dressed up, I did my hair and make-up just for him. This day I was wearing blue eyeshadow, which I don't like, but he loves. &amp;nbsp;I've thought about this a lot. I want to share it with all of you because it truly has kept the spark alive in our marriage. I work out, I go to my hair stylist (less frequently, but I go), I get dressed up for him, I do my hair and make-up for him. Most of you do these things too. Doesn't it make you feel good when your husband tells you you look good? I love it!&lt;br /&gt;
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Cody and I plan frequent dates. Having a little baby limits our ability to drop everything and go out, but watching James Bond when Laytham is sleeping can be "date time" too. Cody buys ice-cream,on his way home, sometimes so we can have a treat while we watch. We try to go out without Laytham at least twice a month. And sometimes we don't wear our rings. I know that's silly but sometimes it's fun to pretend we're dating again.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we don't make specific plans, sometimes I start to feel like all we get is "leftover time." It makes me feel special when I'm part of his plan for the day and there is preparation to our time together. It keeps the romance alive when we plan and think about fun things to do for and with each other. Something else we do is an idea I got from my friend Amberlee. She and her husband trade holidays. This year I planned Valentine's Day so Cody will plan our Anniversary. Last year I surprised Cody and took him to St. George with our friends Mike and Emily for our Anniversary. He didn't know that his luggage was pre-packed in their trunk as we got on the freeway. Planning the surprise was probably more fun than being the one surprised.&lt;br /&gt;
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The best part about being your husband's girlfriend is the attention it will get you! I promise your husband will notice and you'll feel sexy and alive! Cody used to work out. He looks so skinny in this picture. I'm going to have to remind him to be my boyfriend again!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was winter time so we couldn't go outside, but a picnic would also be a great lunch adventure! I just loved spending time with the girls without worrying about crowds, germs, calories or a big tab. Try it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This recipe is truly mine. I took a lot of time perfecting it. It probably isn't too different from others you will find, but for some reason this combination of ingredients was the tastiest I've found!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brindy’s Homemade White Bread&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Preheat oven to 350 bake 20-25 minutes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 TB yeast&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 C hot water&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 TB granulated sugar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;½ C granulated sugar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 TB salt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 TB olive oil&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 eggs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 C milk&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7 C flour&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Combine yeast with hot water and 1 TB sugar to proof. Let sit while mixing other ingredients.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Add eggs, milk, sugar, salt, and oil. Mix in half of the flour. Add yeast mixture and then the rest of the flour until dough pulls away from sides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Knead 5-7 minutes by hand or in mixer. Let rise in a large buttered bowl for 1 hour or until double in size. Punch and let rise an additional 10 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Divide dough in two equal pieces. Roll out flat approximately 9x12 or the length of your bread pan. Grease bread pan and place in pan to rise 1 hour or again double in size.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bake at 350 for about 22 minutes or until golden brown.&amp;nbsp; Cool before cutting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;2TB yeast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;1/2 C hot water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;1 TB suger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;mix in a small bowl to proof yeast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;2 C hot water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;2 TB sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;1TB salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;1/3 C olive oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;6 C flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Slightly beaten egg white (optional)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Cornmeal (optional but recommended)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Grease cookie sheet and sprinkle with cornmeal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;In a large bowl, combine hot water, sugar, salt, oil and 3 C flour; mix well. Stir in dissolved yeast. Add remaining flour, mixing well until all flour has been stirred in. I mix with a wooden spoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Leaving spoon in batter, allow it to rest for 10 minutes. Stir vigorously, allow to rest again for 10 minutes. Repeat until dough has been stirred 5 times. On floured board, turn out dough and knead once or twice until it is lightly coated with flour. Divide into 2 equal pieces. Roll each piece into a rectangle about 9 x 12 inches. Starting at the long edge, roll loosely as for a jelly roll, sealing edge. Place roll lengthwise, seam side down on cookie sheet. Both loaves will fit on one cookie sheet. Gash top of each loaf diagonally with sharp knife 3 times then brush with egg white. (I always forget this. Fortunately I didn't when I took this picture. It will turn out without the gashes.) Allow to rise 30 minutes or until double in size. Bake at 375 for 30 minutes. Will be golden brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff18ae; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621612979817325869-2010893697228686999?l=adventuresofbrindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Laytham&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;was born October 6, 2010 at 12:45 a.m.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;He will be 4 months old on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Bella Baby took our pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5qRCQLxqdE/TUrw0qYA_TI/AAAAAAAAAF0/YXtBzfsavh4/s1600/DSC_6631-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5qRCQLxqdE/TUrw0qYA_TI/AAAAAAAAAF0/YXtBzfsavh4/s320/DSC_6631-2.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5qRCQLxqdE/TUrxXQprYoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GCzsphv4_T0/s1600/Baby+Shower+229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5qRCQLxqdE/TUrxXQprYoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GCzsphv4_T0/s320/Baby+Shower+229.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I had him at the IMC hospital in Murray. I used a midwife and I must tell you all that it was the best choice I ever made. I went in for a "quick check" on the 4th on my way to work and came home with Laytham. My midwife thought I had pre-eclampsia so they induced me. But I was apparently un-induceable using pitocin and after no response for 6 hours they broke my water. I went into labor and 2 hours later I had a baby. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom threw me a shower a week before I delivered. This is the last "pregnant" picture I have. I was ready to *POP*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was spoiled rotten at my showers by most of you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you!I spent hours and hours on KSL looking for the perfect nursery furniture. I love it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;We were stocked up and ready when it was time. I wanted these pictures to be first but I have no clue how to make that happen other than deleting and reloading. Sorry, I don't want to do that. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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I hung all of the "big baby" clothes in the closet. Most of those were 6-12 month. It's so funny that I never thought he would fit in his 6 month clothes and now he does. He is so long but not chubby enough for them yet. By the time the weight catches up he will be too long for most of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody set up the crib.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always wanted to tie bows around my pregnant belly. I loved that. But it's funny to look back and think I really looked like that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5qRCQLxqdE/TUryp8QyatI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SBEQBObx2nc/s1600/Baby+Shower+118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5qRCQLxqdE/TUryp8QyatI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SBEQBObx2nc/s320/Baby+Shower+118.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Okay. We bought a puppy: that grew up to be a horse: we bought a horse. His name was Tiberius. He was so cute. But as most of you know we live in a basement apartment and horses don't fit so well in basement apartments. He started thinking it was funny to lie on my couches. I didn't think that was so funny. He grew so fast. Then...I had to have surgery. What my midwife thought was pre-eclampsia was actually gallbladder problems. I started having attacks at the end of my pregnancy but just thought it was labor pains. After I had Laytham I kept thinking, "Why am I still having labor pains?" So after I had my gallbladder removed it was time for puppy to go. I couldn't walk him or chase him or really take care of him. On Christmas Eve we had someone call about our KSL add for Tiberius. Don't mention it to Cody. He was so devastated to see his puppy go. 2 little boys lost their puppy for Christmas...and 2 little boys got a puppy. He is in a great place with a wonderful family of boys...and Cody is already horse hunting for Tiberius II. Heaven help me and Laytham! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Cody, Brindy and Laytham&lt;br /&gt;
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She sent me a text a couple of weeks ago asking for some of my favorite ways to make Cody melt. I guess I had some good ones because her post that week was my top 4 ways to melt Cody's heart. So, in honor of my Valentine and yours I would like to share my top 4 heart melting ideas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Positive Interaction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Just like children of a young age, the first step in communication is to draw their attention with playful, positive and exciting interaction. Here are some fun ideas from a well known friend of mine who is a pro at making her husband melt on the spot. These ideas guarantee that your husband will melt too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hide and Go Seek"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;For those who don't have kids *wink* dress up in your most "exciting" apparel and hide from your husband when he gets home from work. When he finds you his attention will definitely be yours! For those of you who have kids, hide the kids when he gets home and take your time finding them-if you know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Homemade Love" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Find a recipe that you know your husband will love. When you know he is on his way home, fill the home with the aroma of a home cooked meal. Have the table set and the food waiting to be served. Make him feel that he is the king of your home being served by a beautiful mistress who slaved over the stove all day to make his highness a delicious meal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Arm Candy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The next time you go on a date, don't just dress in your ordinary way, dress to make your husband proud that he has a gorgeous woman hanging on his arm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It doesn't take much; try a smoky eye, pointy show or something as simple as doing something different with your hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Photo Shoot"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;When you have 5 minutes to yourself take photos of yourself with a sexy face, funny face, serious face etc. Either email or text to your husband, don't forget to tell him you love him. Imagine the look on his face when he gets pictures of his beautiful wife posing for him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I fell in love with kneading and the smell of a loaf fresh from the oven.  Then I got busy with falling in love and planning a wedding.  As soon as we got home from the honeymoon I started making bread again. I don't have a mixer so I borrowed my mother-in-law's (until Nikelle leaves *wink*) and promised to share with her.&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays Cody works and I have all morning to clean house and bake. It started small. I would make 2 white loaves for sandwiches for the week. Then I started making tortillas too.  I felt like a good little wife. I had so much love in my heart and taking care of Cody felt so wonderful.  Cody really liked my bread. I felt very pleased with my accomplishment and felt the need to share my small talent. I took bread to work and gave a couple of loaves to my friends. I kept making bread every weekend. Then my coworkers wanted more bread. I put a price on my loaves. The first loaf I sold put me on top of the world. It only sold for $2 but it felt like 1 million! The spirit of capitalism and entrepreneurship filled my little heart and snuggled up next to homemaker and wife.&lt;br /&gt;I started selling 2 loaves a week. Then 3 loaves. Then 4 loaves. When I would bring in someones order someone else would say, "I wish I knew you were bringing bread today." I would go home and bake more bread. I adapted Grandma's white bread recipe and made it my very own.  I call my bread "my babies". They come in twins and I sell them as sisters. I keep one of every batch for Cody and sell her sister.&lt;br /&gt;Last week my manager lamented over being left out.  "If you made wheat bread I would buy some too." She loves wheat bread and doesn't eat white bread. I decided to branch out. I borrowed my dad's grinder and some wheat from the family food storage. It's time to rotate, right? So I asked around and found the perfect wheat recipe. I adapted it. I like to make each recipe my own.  On Tuesday I was finally ready. I mixed, kneaded, raised, poked, rolled, shaped and baked my babies. I was very anxious. Like an expectant mother I watched the oven grow my bread. Before the timer buzzed I had my babies out and buttered! I waited for them to cool and then Cody and I tenderly sliced and partook. Heaven!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where this venture will take me, but for now I am enjoying the process. I love making bread. Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday I start providing bread to my ward for the Sacrament. I think that will be a day I remember for the rest of my life. I will be honoring the true "Bread of Life" our Savior Jesus Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621612979817325869-6588895358437234717?l=adventuresofbrindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'M ENGAGED! After doing it wrong I can see now how wonderful being engaged is when you're engaged to the right person! So let me tell you the wonderful story and answer the basic questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who:&lt;/strong&gt; Cody Gray. He is a 25 year old U of U student. Oldest of 5 children. He grew up in Colorado and moved to South Jordan for high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Happened:&lt;/strong&gt; When I started working at the bank my supervisor tried to set us up. I was dating a few other boys and turned him down. After about 6 months and a few failed relationship attempts Andy tried again. On January 17th Cody and I doubled with Andy and Micalyne. I thought he was really nice. But I didn't think it would last. I wasn't even sure he would ask me out again. I was very wrong. The next day he started texting me and the first thing he said was, "Well, Miss Westover, you're pretty amazing and you check all the boxes...why aren't you married?" Danger to the heart!!! I popped back at him..."Why aren't you married?" He told Andy that for a girl that dates as much as I do I must have a closed heart not to be in a relationship. He was very concerned. Andy said, "She was engaged before." Cody was so relieved! He asked me out for Tuesday. I said, "Wednesday." For the record, Cody wore a T-shirt and skater shoes on our first date. He had no idea what that image would mean to me. I'm looking for a man! Someone who can take care of me and someone who isn't messing around. I didn't take him seriously on our first date. On Wednesday he showed up in a button up shirt and a sweater. I took a second look! We had so much fun! He took me to the Clark Planetarium and we looked at the exhibits and watched a 3-D movie. We talked and laughed and I really started thinking about this boy. For dinner he took me to his favorite place. It's called Squatters and it looks like a bar. I was like, "Why is he taking me to a bar?!" But apparently it's a bar and grill. We ate upstairs and talked the entire time about our life experiences and past relationships. We talked about what we're each looking for in a future spouse. At one point while I was laying on "Brindy" pretty thick I looked at him and thought, "Oh wow! I can see myself with him!" It is very hard for me to be myself with people. Especially in relationships. I'm so afraid of being rejected. With Cody I let it all out. I tried to scare him off. I wanted to know from the start if he could handle me. It didn't phase him! He loved it! He encouraged it! He breathed it in like a breath of fresh air! I can't tell you how wonderful he made me feel. He had picked me up at work and he took me back to Draper. We got back to my car around midnight and stayed in his truck talking until 2am. I couldn't believe how well we fit together. From that point on we were either together until 2am every night or talking on the phone until 3am. It was so fun to be falling in love again. On our 3rd date that Friday we watched a movie at my house. I don't know what movie we watched because Cody held my hand and my head was in the clouds! I hadn't kissed anyone since he-who-must-not-be-named....so I was scared to death he might try. But I wanted him to. I didn't know that he had promised himself that the next girl he kissed would be his future wife. He was tired of messing around and dating the wrong girls. He was ready to let the Lord bring him a wife. HE KISSED ME! I freaked out! He also works at a bank and we e-mail back and forth during the days. I e-mailed him and told him that I wasn't ready to be exclusive. I told him I had been asked out on a few dates the next weekend and I was going to go but wanted him to know. (I hope you're all laughing at me!) He wasn't happy, obviously, but he was so patient with me. I went on a date on Friday which ended early and I went over to his house afterwards. Then on Saturday I had another date. The next week I was ready to be his girlfriend. I was just so worried that being his girlfriend meant we either had to date until we broke up or got engaged. I knew I couldn't do break up and couldn't do engaged either. But I decided to go for it. I spent the next few weeks making a list of reasons why it would never work for us. And then one day while I was driving to his house and realized all of the reasons I was coming up with were ridiculous and didn't hold a candle to the reasons why I loved him and the reasons why we are so great together! I never knew someone could love me the way he does. He loves ME! All of me! He doesn't expect me to change or hold back. He loves my Brindy Westover passion and opinions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When/Where (did we get engaged):&lt;/strong&gt; We exchanged "I love you!"'s on Valentine's Day. I'll have to post a blog about Valentine's Day because he planned the most romantic evening! The next few weeks we started saying, "What if.....we got married....." We went to the temple together and we both felt very good about getting married. Then we went out with my friend Laura and her husband Steve. That clinched it. Steve told us their "story." Cody and I knew it was right and it was time. He gave me the best birthday surprise EVER! I told him it was the best birthday since the day I was born! He took me ring shopping. I thought we were browsing but Cody went to buy! As soon as the ring was ready it started burning a whole in Cody's pocket and he couldn't wait to secure me. He wanted to plan something amazing, but we were too anxious. We went star gazing and talked about our future together and our future family. We made plans for when we get married. On the way home he stopped at the Oquirrh Mountain Temple. He snuck us onto the undedicated grounds and got down on one knee. He said, "Brindy, you are the most amazing woman I have ever known. I want you to be mine for all eternity! Will you marry me?" It was cold but I said as loudly as I could, "Yes!" It was too dark to see anything so he grabbed my hand and ran me back to the truck because he wanted me to see my ring. I loved that it was just the two of us! (He still hasn't asked my dad or President Watterson so we'll see what happens!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why?&lt;/strong&gt; Because we're in love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621612979817325869-3226386184415065020?l=adventuresofbrindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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She is one of my new members from Taiwan. Sister Webster and I had the most wonderful day with her! We were able to do an endowment session together in the Salt Lake Temple and then take a tour of Temple Square and the Conference Center. I cannot express the gratitude I felt as I remembered meeting Qun Miao at McDonalds in Taiwan and contemplated the journey that brought her from that moment to standing with us in the Celestial Room in Utah. I cried as I stood with my companion in front of this wall. "And the Gospel shall be preached unto every nation, and kindred, and tongue and people." My mission means EVERYTHING to me! I feel so humbled to be a small part of the fulfillment of that prophecy! Preaching the Gospel of Jesus Christ to the Taiwanese people in the Mandarin language was humbling. I know Jesus is the Son of God and our Savior and Redeemer. I know that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints is the literal church of Christ. Chun Miao was baptized Christmas Eve 2005 and received the Holy Ghost on Christmas Day. I will never forget the miracle that was my mission and it would be nothing without the members I served. I love you Qun Miao!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621612979817325869-7622752671235101889?l=adventuresofbrindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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