tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880667791154469242024-02-21T20:45:22.754-08:00HANGIN' WITH THE HOLLOWAYSAlissa Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05084457133702552964noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388066779115446924.post-53317815640206070952009-07-16T12:59:00.000-07:002009-07-16T13:08:13.262-07:00<span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">IT'S a BOY!!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">As we were walking out of the doctor's office after we had just learned we were having a boy I turned to Dave and asked him if he was happy. His response to me was "Well, I feel kind of bad". I was confused at this point because he had been praying everyday that it would be a boy. Then he said, "Well.... I feel bad - because I WON". And then he did a little happy dance. What a stinker my husband is. I felt a little anxiety going in to find out the sex of our baby. Dave is the oldest of 7 boys (no girls), but my family only has girl grand-daughters. So his family was routing for a girl and my family was routing for a boy. I felt like I had to route for a girl just to make the odds fair. And besides, for some reason I felt like I might be having a girl - but so much for motherly instinct - right. However, when I found it I was having a boy, I was truly happy. I just want him to be healthy and happy. I want to give him the world.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">What a happy day!!!</span>Alissa Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05084457133702552964noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388066779115446924.post-30381850203500360252009-07-10T10:23:00.000-07:002009-07-10T11:23:04.448-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Ahhh... So i guess all I can say is that I am about as good at blogging as I am at writing in my journal. Both typically have monthly gaps in between entries as I fail to update them both on a regular basis. When I do finally decide to update my blog or my journal I usually have so much I need to update it becomes overwhelming. So bare with me as I update you all in my life because ALOT has happened.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">First things first... A BABY</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Today I am about 20 1/2 weeks along in my first pregnancy. I have just made it through the half-way mark and I am feeling overjoyed. The first part of the pregnancy was difficult as I had to deal with throwing up almost every morning, completely losing my appetite, and feeling extremely tired all the time. However, the last few weeks have been much better. I have stopped throwing up most of the time and food is finally tasting good to me again (so good that I am starting to eat more than my fair share - ahh). The last few weeks I have been able to feel the baby move. It is the most unique and incredible experience I have ever had. To know that I have an actual living being inside of me is overwhelming. Dave and I are so excited to begin our family. We find out what we are having on Tuesday - so 4 more days - I can't wait.</span><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1vTP_cKEc8hVcDpQTFWqbzeXs906s_HGfYBOk5YlXZSxggYOTu7qnHKzOQ71FF9IwFWYIwvmbbOsaYPSb5pxTwURFRKd3dXV_2Lb5fxzpq_Vk4tbV7Bnqzx1EEY3encsy8oqRX5y6uYEV/s1600-h/190.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1vTP_cKEc8hVcDpQTFWqbzeXs906s_HGfYBOk5YlXZSxggYOTu7qnHKzOQ71FF9IwFWYIwvmbbOsaYPSb5pxTwURFRKd3dXV_2Lb5fxzpq_Vk4tbV7Bnqzx1EEY3encsy8oqRX5y6uYEV/s200/190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356890268878888578" border="0" /></a>Ultrasound at 10 weeks - hard to see anything but the baby is the white blob inside the black blob<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ND7KxI7HR0tqkQZK4YbBOf07l015n5s-zlrbyEgBxR0UB0J38q01_vrqL1pBYACOl6ZW_eHs7yxt_eLyj_L1F0ncV5jpiqNRftCB44ZnFWqNuT_5_qHfqzU-TkEaPASyEjdTAzebSoeK/s1600-h/DSCN3635.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ND7KxI7HR0tqkQZK4YbBOf07l015n5s-zlrbyEgBxR0UB0J38q01_vrqL1pBYACOl6ZW_eHs7yxt_eLyj_L1F0ncV5jpiqNRftCB44ZnFWqNuT_5_qHfqzU-TkEaPASyEjdTAzebSoeK/s200/DSCN3635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356887883943647634" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">My pregnant belly at 20 weeks</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">GRADUATION</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Dave and I have both finally graduated. Dave graduated with a bachelors degree from the Business Management program at BYU on April 24th and I graduated with a masters degree in Speech Language Pathology from the UofU on May 7th. We will both continue in our current jobs. He will continue working for Sunstone Engineering marketing their spot welders (and traveling a lot). I will continue working as the Speech Therapist for Wilson Elementary school. We are excited to get paid to work and to not have to pay to go to school anymore. Life is good and we both love our jobs!!!</span><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhERZKgMN0EZenE5z9rR1iDBLrl-7Dso8wmtRTdyF-eUDeP4kZAgOvNUscXQgtCbLFpc7Jk1122R8tJtJq4fWSWbGH-imMWiTzRMUp4yBj53F7BcjiUA7tCqLy-0x6jUrI26oKr7wUX1LJu/s1600-h/DSCN3098.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhERZKgMN0EZenE5z9rR1iDBLrl-7Dso8wmtRTdyF-eUDeP4kZAgOvNUscXQgtCbLFpc7Jk1122R8tJtJq4fWSWbGH-imMWiTzRMUp4yBj53F7BcjiUA7tCqLy-0x6jUrI26oKr7wUX1LJu/s200/DSCN3098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356895262781795138" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsz2IJpj9HXCTPnfMURMPe39_SDvm-azaM37hLb2y2YlBvtpZjvxJ9Coo9_T1BOzfMOJRlaPyK9kbpugU-G_ER_IiQjyij8_ixghE2PIuR0QzN7veQAjNoQvycz2ixHyyD9p30PIw0whX/s1600-h/DSCN3104.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsz2IJpj9HXCTPnfMURMPe39_SDvm-azaM37hLb2y2YlBvtpZjvxJ9Coo9_T1BOzfMOJRlaPyK9kbpugU-G_ER_IiQjyij8_ixghE2PIuR0QzN7veQAjNoQvycz2ixHyyD9p30PIw0whX/s200/DSCN3104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356895525104245970" border="0" /></a><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG1cHNe5EODG0LSPM5dB9JxxYbHlQUyiiEGjumbtamjDYKxogZ27Soe0KImCt4Kbi9rpPUu9IILNPUiGXAZkFt3uokEEYVlI4_za9TA9Mk4EvghR5NQLdGYyAEHIC3jIECeT2IurDiNcaA/s1600-h/DSCN3250.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG1cHNe5EODG0LSPM5dB9JxxYbHlQUyiiEGjumbtamjDYKxogZ27Soe0KImCt4Kbi9rpPUu9IILNPUiGXAZkFt3uokEEYVlI4_za9TA9Mk4EvghR5NQLdGYyAEHIC3jIECeT2IurDiNcaA/s200/DSCN3250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356895806963526818" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">At Disneyland with our graduation hats on. Boo yeah!!!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">NEW HOUSE</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">As most of you know Dave and I have been living in my parent's basement and it has been wonderful. We have been able to spend time with my family while saving money for our own house and saving money to pay for school. Thanks mom and dad - you are the best! We will be sad to leave - but we are excited to start our independent life together. We our building our own house. The house should be completed by the end of July and the move in date has been set for July 31st. Just a few more weeks. The house is located by the Payson high school. Dave loves it because our house is across the street from 2 soccer fields, followed by four baseball fields, followed by an empty lot and then a brand new swimming pool and skate park. It is about a 1 minute drive to both of our jobs and to my parents house. We are so excited and can't wait...</span><br /></div></div><img src="file:///C:/Users/New/Desktop/Alissa%27s%20Pictures/102NIKON/DSCN3098.JPG" alt="" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLvhqVE5DZlNOGE55SVPbLvqbwlQM-U7L2_wRfQlumbV27FsBbwGORUUOO_IAg5IWKFu0WIeauR0UnfwXBBxyJtpTJHoEzd3OFi35CaH4UrKzHqfEHwxTSgOFAzwax7ItCyhIOhJ38S36N/s1600-h/DSCN3625.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLvhqVE5DZlNOGE55SVPbLvqbwlQM-U7L2_wRfQlumbV27FsBbwGORUUOO_IAg5IWKFu0WIeauR0UnfwXBBxyJtpTJHoEzd3OFi35CaH4UrKzHqfEHwxTSgOFAzwax7ItCyhIOhJ38S36N/s200/DSCN3625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356897954472753442" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_7WKRCRxjMnqVh9ePFGZvJx9MxxFmssF_gO7_WPX4A0XIiOtGTA0blppE579p99buKuY_kgASmOmzP3RRp7fLRh4EKtpQj7h4R_S_pVFC0lXm35_SAYh03eIBL-2ssMG1kXwSlMnNa-_g/s1600-h/DSCN3626.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_7WKRCRxjMnqVh9ePFGZvJx9MxxFmssF_gO7_WPX4A0XIiOtGTA0blppE579p99buKuY_kgASmOmzP3RRp7fLRh4EKtpQj7h4R_S_pVFC0lXm35_SAYh03eIBL-2ssMG1kXwSlMnNa-_g/s200/DSCN3626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356898204727828466" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVegTkIcVvl4rhokKUg_aS3Bs4O1BhR9VfWrh4iQydWfCY-5y7vH6MCwJCY_V2FEmEmjULefT5iJhMtOyhEAyM9JNu4AT5BK9br1Qig2QXVsdHCHAw6ZbjRtXtte-kUi_2l7imfdtdTM_t/s1600-h/DSCN3627.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVegTkIcVvl4rhokKUg_aS3Bs4O1BhR9VfWrh4iQydWfCY-5y7vH6MCwJCY_V2FEmEmjULefT5iJhMtOyhEAyM9JNu4AT5BK9br1Qig2QXVsdHCHAw6ZbjRtXtte-kUi_2l7imfdtdTM_t/s200/DSCN3627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356898441529394018" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div>Alissa Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05084457133702552964noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388066779115446924.post-79803634711098205402008-11-01T19:21:00.000-07:002009-04-05T14:30:48.431-07:00<div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Miracles...</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"></span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">I can't believe in all of my craziness I totally forgot to write anything about my brother's cochlear implant. The experiences that my family went through to get Derek his implant were the most miraculous and life changing experiences I think any of us have ever had. As most of you know my younger brother Derek was born profoundly deaf. For years my parents had fought to try to get him a cochlear implant (the newest technology to help deaf people hear). My parents insurance would not pay for the device, even after years of appeals, they denied any financial help. Since cochlear implants range from $60,000 and up my parents had no way to pay for this on their own. They filled out many applications and did a lot of research on what they could do to get Derek an implant. They found out about a institute that grants families with need a cochlear implant device. Amazingly Derek was awarded the device. However, although we had the implant, my parents still had to pay for surgical, mapping, and therapy fees that totaled approximately $20,000. We had a family meeting and decided to try to raise the money ourselves. We decided on doing a fundraiser yardsale. It was absolutely amazing. The word got out about what we were doing and everyone helped. It was truly incredible. The yardsale consisted of individuals donating enough stuff to fill 6 yards. People brought handmade quilts as well as a lot of other items to auction off (movie tickets, restaurant tickets, etc.). Other people brought food to sell and different services to offer. When I woke up in the morning to start loading stuff onto the lawn at six in the morning it was pitch dark and freezing outside. When I opened our front door there were already like 30 people there working. The whole street was filled and people stayed from six in the morning until 6 at night. People helped sell things and helped clean things up and helped deliver items. It was amazing (do I keep saying that). Other than the time and stuff that people donated, other people donated their money - much more than we ever expected. We thought we may get a small percentage of the total money we needed and have to find other ways to come up with the rest. But when the sale was over we began counting the money. We were all in shock at the amount of money we earned. Most of us couldn't stop crying - it was truly a miracle. The way that everyone came together to help us was something we never expected. We learned more about faith and hope and service that we probably will for the rest of our lives. </span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263880496234740994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 289px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_84860RSvaBPlO4gSq1YQDP8wS5cdpmnEXvJ4gqkkzIfN6j49Qsm4Aa9mXNhw1y8wuM0CpOaaHeW_Vaql42yJTyWiqi53IPX0TlRUZBmjXjdrkOuEYayhK64dBRaHlPEpfwHVLK1WdrFM/s400/Derek_2123.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263882183948235890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgfNPcKFHNeprdh1uHDzwg3oUl39YGhi0rsfRxOY-6QKMW0C1lb43-a8qFHtrFvEjsjmuxS31Xshnpkp2-isIppfnWqF7Qdpx8QCt62fiisun30NkYz29J1Ze0ZEcmu1yjejiVr8OcmKKh/s400/101_5292.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263882875085859778" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWsIC0wE2wzfbZ_BDLAltyCDcct2OcwMP9RvTCUyoo7ex9_dCFEj3ygZftztbPlfHRhrRt05mwiJKMvS-CJAk0kiJls2L24r_rZgwdk6TlTPTcKnegqzI36zBwRAGntIHKBZFUZDHwS12b/s400/101_5322.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263882871003158466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0tee0XZvIAY3KUfP5yz_81Tja7gBcZUmNFw4y_nMIvnaVHSaNmUPakJc9HhpCSCtfIDikj2C0bQxCr7tDxuUvxMUzq-JyXvZqnMCxLU6ebRNZgMh4iIci_WlgGKuPpQJztqzyPyIzseRb/s400/101_5289.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263882199990988002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihZWlqdOkFoThOsuLVl_c4WWTzC61jlzXzVItlbMv48LNO71E5VX4k4YPA8CXKW3M7uv-b1FegRsMtUn2t4o_pRFKLcDvoRqhrM_soVg8yADrmfBNbWYxqohzWDe8Pti3KZwKvf9cv6r9H/s400/101_5279.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263882193770102434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG4xT7CsfCyOhrVwP9MdaO-agzX4wNZB6KeGFOnajYEniJw8-qBhaPLa0SuoWs_9ArjpbD3b6r3O8Wf3tfyp5Lu2eQPjN024BFuI8nWv4tYYlv_v2F3Ps6pPi3dwPkVTYtFUUmBTSoQseh/s400/101_5274.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263882891570259202" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqw6zOKyvBF5d0QXTjpiMZsG3fGHso1bv2Zvv8IdJqg88_8uQUAwungeWSavXk5NVELNLBlbI3re7aNwccz7TJBkV1F1bHXyCYC2ipnFFU5GRNEXKqEChnmIVOWOw7VRHFsUWt6dzmHx_G/s400/101_5298.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFiQtbcX7PqDbWz9J0lNfcRolu_yov7NswD5m7nxlUYa2_tb3GSEIT9hnhmCBEKNUuzt2D9JU8vgAp5geDSXD78Aa7PHHoNLJWFO1-Fn4pAcKU-QDAEULA56r40i6bDRkZl81GeZ8TKHv_/s1600-h/101_5348.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263882896019853826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFiQtbcX7PqDbWz9J0lNfcRolu_yov7NswD5m7nxlUYa2_tb3GSEIT9hnhmCBEKNUuzt2D9JU8vgAp5geDSXD78Aa7PHHoNLJWFO1-Fn4pAcKU-QDAEULA56r40i6bDRkZl81GeZ8TKHv_/s400/101_5348.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">During my schooling I have been able to study a lot about cochlear implants and therapy for these devices. I have worked with multiple children with implants, teaching them how to learn to use their devices to their maximum capacities. This whole experience hit so close to home for me and was a very emotional experience. </span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"></span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">So what is a cochlear implant??? (I get asked this a lot)</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">A cochlear implant is a surgically implanted electronic device that provides a sense of sound to a person who is profoundly deaf or severely hard of hearing. The cochlear implant is often referred to as a bionic ear. Unlike hearing aids, the cochlear implant does not amplify sound, but works by directly stimulating any functioning auditory nerves inside the cochlea with electric field stimulated through an electric impulse.<br /></span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">This is a confusing way of saying it is a device that takes the acoustic waves of sound in the air and converts them into an electrical signal that is sent to the brain and interpreted as sound.</span></div><div align="center"><br /><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263880478046847682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 384px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF_Os4QrrVHgGBSxM8Bi9gtl-JvPJgIHlxQTJOY8ridmys0AlxwraKyF0Z2zIxbGyOa9OO3yg_KnUJbj783-BbFAReK02vzzyurZpDa1siAuHkFSWwnELAf3f-f8dtT5lKCmtdbnxThsCo/s400/Auria_BTE_Processor_Beige.jpg" border="0" /> <div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263880503810024962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 230px; height: 190px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjklIFuwnd8U1PYzi-s8yrsVBapDGBf_GgLDileaI8-xvxTGXm3QiKkGhYNasYGvWIHUzNceC9pXNojtpS_gmndPtgrcCsYJEP9at_S-4ZQo7Qw1sMfw6GPmPOWy2KsywM7vcvQsr4hvGSa/s400/FDA_CochlearImplant.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263880486127208354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 246px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxnu5AM8Lx386RaSpf8jAIAhqU-pAfkcS4KD3xX8rqLWAgB7EOwBxBi2g1rYIO4-bPesT0-zS8qgD6dDXVdvKENVHkJS3Kc5fug1jqEhF7BstGlM40epXz_GmQwI4cRXoRXFWc-41JfQEC/s400/cross-section_HI.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">The device is implanted directly into the cochlea. The following pictures are of a cochlear implant surgery. I think they are interesting - however, (WARNING) if you don't like blood you probably shouldn't continue looking.</span></div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263880844788547874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRXP8BnmgEudecTJFA8DrWIHb53I6A4hj_WgncmyQ5cbwToDQZY4RdVsuu3NaTzkHkhQ7K2XCzC-ClwcJ6zxaLeHIheuHTDt5aVRYx-t754rMM24Pril5BV-2IczVWDw4l4AlgFqE1BjKG/s400/2159Incision.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQPs3hR5NMh3TrNJcr7gxkb75kTm-MZfzLC1cZdUS1Pvk3cG6hZ1KNU-sO3K0M8XY8cZRWcunApjXPg6y57qYRRDJJW49CpwbaxEusVBhcHJZgk3xD5QXYtrcLNm0BpEO1G7Ju_Pyy7E-M/s1600-h/2164Closure_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263882181093833010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQPs3hR5NMh3TrNJcr7gxkb75kTm-MZfzLC1cZdUS1Pvk3cG6hZ1KNU-sO3K0M8XY8cZRWcunApjXPg6y57qYRRDJJW49CpwbaxEusVBhcHJZgk3xD5QXYtrcLNm0BpEO1G7Ju_Pyy7E-M/s400/2164Closure_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitHO_2rLE7vW_cnip7ZPh-uZQ93gCFaOrDpZzZyBh4dSIIwfg0yOJHqDNuEd6acKAJoiytPEptdwyRO_j6AZvijfK8w9tOpklG5Gp-Ycx8RVZrEvdHA-KL7SEm7T4q9oxA3OR0dhpEhUF0/s1600-h/2163Secure_Implant_5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263880851939262402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitHO_2rLE7vW_cnip7ZPh-uZQ93gCFaOrDpZzZyBh4dSIIwfg0yOJHqDNuEd6acKAJoiytPEptdwyRO_j6AZvijfK8w9tOpklG5Gp-Ycx8RVZrEvdHA-KL7SEm7T4q9oxA3OR0dhpEhUF0/s400/2163Secure_Implant_5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV0tKFbn0JHRzSAeE6bfJvOUuMLITh4jemCPU6jUPDiF2YApLDdBZMzqTfxO9iOJKmqDfvCOUPrj-PDX7Mywa2ep_yXoUm3SrG0Z59FwIb2jMA2c_KS7Ctr7ysDs8-nOFJ863uo0DNOvh_/s1600-h/2162Secure_Implant_3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263880850933607522" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 165px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV0tKFbn0JHRzSAeE6bfJvOUuMLITh4jemCPU6jUPDiF2YApLDdBZMzqTfxO9iOJKmqDfvCOUPrj-PDX7Mywa2ep_yXoUm3SrG0Z59FwIb2jMA2c_KS7Ctr7ysDs8-nOFJ863uo0DNOvh_/s400/2162Secure_Implant_3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPyFR_s-6tMnAzV310rH9sVMTSNIeBnpeQZFfgnjD3itjq_NC34ZgZrduHIm2P7lvs_kJBAeCjRCjxFMiA4hlX3n_Pc0HrOmMYUhW4tSzQVyaw_bTOjWC-RpwNyhbGvIFDCiHsltyrkXni/s1600-h/2161Secure_Implant2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263880845379970562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 144px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPyFR_s-6tMnAzV310rH9sVMTSNIeBnpeQZFfgnjD3itjq_NC34ZgZrduHIm2P7lvs_kJBAeCjRCjxFMiA4hlX3n_Pc0HrOmMYUhW4tSzQVyaw_bTOjWC-RpwNyhbGvIFDCiHsltyrkXni/s400/2161Secure_Implant2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl9Amcf0_V2PsUwdYXrezEcTi4vFmSfla37go6ClM-MHtPLOs8IptQgrs6Fxzh-x3K_kkwUaEvv-tG0GqAvXCwmc3hXQ4EqZ3nxZ7BRD3UrXnhjw0pPR3-966r8wF5854ky2dxsxcstmTQ/s1600-h/2160Implant_landmark.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263880846578413586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 153px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl9Amcf0_V2PsUwdYXrezEcTi4vFmSfla37go6ClM-MHtPLOs8IptQgrs6Fxzh-x3K_kkwUaEvv-tG0GqAvXCwmc3hXQ4EqZ3nxZ7BRD3UrXnhjw0pPR3-966r8wF5854ky2dxsxcstmTQ/s400/2160Implant_landmark.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Alissa Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05084457133702552964noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388066779115446924.post-53803423024206452242008-11-01T18:51:00.000-07:002009-04-05T14:27:06.566-07:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdQ-6DTlQ_zVBk8IUIDeI_WPLf7dYV5QhV_kurhp8pEoHYmwhnzxaBL6yd5JbGh6FgjzUKYVX0BFnqb-hVXL4UK25D3RHggSIJkUy-DeqL5kBdFHgcbL926W55bmJuNABNyisZmyppS5cz/s1600-h/100_6188.JPG"></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">HAPPY HALLOWEEN</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263873124220202146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdtiHjVhlnMp4cMqFEMowsJcOUYJ8vCbsm881pp0neZNwbNv3TRZwQXoE_k8c1mUfpl3p_7HPO-JbNjokUgiNH6psvYzv50YD3UIaghFf7Il-kThDWcdd6hyphenhyphensayy7LFPpNauaY2X1MYjuK/s400/100_6159.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">My beautiful nieces!!!</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzpIbhCguD0mOexJ3Ar0pWU-nXgg9w_ZfK1wrM85MKcOgdYcYqg0S1eOa-sIYOXDU3WVfX7Exy2cVvFyKMDa5BBI0NwAqXov3pCInoYtGYzz1faP5IbDI0DQKwiPm9Ouex1AXjvUsFXMFS/s1600-h/100_6189.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263874025856288018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzpIbhCguD0mOexJ3Ar0pWU-nXgg9w_ZfK1wrM85MKcOgdYcYqg0S1eOa-sIYOXDU3WVfX7Exy2cVvFyKMDa5BBI0NwAqXov3pCInoYtGYzz1faP5IbDI0DQKwiPm9Ouex1AXjvUsFXMFS/s400/100_6189.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">My dorky husband wearing my niece's helmet</span></div><div align="center"><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBgX3rhRpXFz_Fr6839z1buAAgEpfmku2ine8fQXOFfFktlZaVl_g7TAgclmxgmDB2eKkInZKcKT7nn6vOfO5VG1a4zLgFlQ2A1Gg8E8m1WkOmdj2Oa-pO9OmLA7cT-FgIz3pyMx7KMR86/s1600-h/100_6183.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263874019206231890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBgX3rhRpXFz_Fr6839z1buAAgEpfmku2ine8fQXOFfFktlZaVl_g7TAgclmxgmDB2eKkInZKcKT7nn6vOfO5VG1a4zLgFlQ2A1Gg8E8m1WkOmdj2Oa-pO9OmLA7cT-FgIz3pyMx7KMR86/s400/100_6183.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Me and my sister ... rocking our costumes<br /></span><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4qBGflJD4L6yZb6cUL_xV0S7bBRkLp4QAXoBQYtdRbC88taxwvNeKxmu-k9f5EKK4WqUQeJfgfkjVLE0b6phfD3WUc2gvkbrLdWLvYiwzYptPly3nLiKGWY1aBnUXZZ2udrTaaIVPsP1d/s1600-h/100_6180.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263874017128487250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4qBGflJD4L6yZb6cUL_xV0S7bBRkLp4QAXoBQYtdRbC88taxwvNeKxmu-k9f5EKK4WqUQeJfgfkjVLE0b6phfD3WUc2gvkbrLdWLvYiwzYptPly3nLiKGWY1aBnUXZZ2udrTaaIVPsP1d/s400/100_6180.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkyiHihx-XnNmiA-MjYsa5vEuhr9pVNvQxTj4rQeOCcaxtL7gWR6-MT1rNquiKHnqPxuR7rS6Nhwos-H3kaip_tS28Is_lK6esy0EN0rkjTkiPAXqQZ6tEXdNHEeRo2QrhRurcovtYeIMG/s1600-h/100_6175.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263873137682038610" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkyiHihx-XnNmiA-MjYsa5vEuhr9pVNvQxTj4rQeOCcaxtL7gWR6-MT1rNquiKHnqPxuR7rS6Nhwos-H3kaip_tS28Is_lK6esy0EN0rkjTkiPAXqQZ6tEXdNHEeRo2QrhRurcovtYeIMG/s400/100_6175.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Chad and his friends</span><br /><br /><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRiifNo7v0buMxtRmrV3mxl82JDCMMzcwoTvsM_txr5kwwTNLPHAHH2158HpfEnFXGHacQaFGV4xHAzv2mZU5AT-vc8_mQJMH1b7DhuMWb_5uQoi73c2km6CqzvYxK3jclASP8TD0AGAWL/s1600-h/100_6166.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263873128705423346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRiifNo7v0buMxtRmrV3mxl82JDCMMzcwoTvsM_txr5kwwTNLPHAHH2158HpfEnFXGHacQaFGV4xHAzv2mZU5AT-vc8_mQJMH1b7DhuMWb_5uQoi73c2km6CqzvYxK3jclASP8TD0AGAWL/s400/100_6166.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW752p0feaSO0YGqaq6nme7TNSlhM4jvAt7V68TuRn5Mgdq-2tyrDooEiRJ5vLdkWDKL-Xf5mv85c7dSzf8N-sQscQmv45NvvPyENMWcF8kgzXxNCAeXgwaWIQQbJz7XCUjxB_HKwVhcC6/s1600-h/100_6151.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263873105758896290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW752p0feaSO0YGqaq6nme7TNSlhM4jvAt7V68TuRn5Mgdq-2tyrDooEiRJ5vLdkWDKL-Xf5mv85c7dSzf8N-sQscQmv45NvvPyENMWcF8kgzXxNCAeXgwaWIQQbJz7XCUjxB_HKwVhcC6/s400/100_6151.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">I love how Makell can't even see with her helmet on.</span> </div></div></div></div><br /></div>Alissa Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05084457133702552964noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388066779115446924.post-31855905537127677332008-11-01T18:27:00.000-07:002009-04-05T14:25:29.455-07:00<div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" >I found these pictures from our summer party with our primary class. </span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" >We have a big class - with a lot of good kids. We love you guys!!!</span></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263869108545672706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYuR22bs9zIeRK6xTpp-RGBReenARSYTPuxyNRDCBl4SoMrTVaj9XGFI05d23LnyjqQIVxfa_WF4VPaC2NY9pzSAfW7Hl4rjnkDocgSmxKIm5wbEJCCC2IQVbYmY6SzYKC7RVfnqO3zLuO/s200/100_6102.JPG" border="0" /><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSP7CqtEYVvSGWIKbpfrLTxmSOvN4383jv_4KC-YYPQIXMXPe8Cvm59aEN2WrtiLRKlOX2D2O3ciDegzb4iAr7u3CVrweI-Vyer9uwCpNd1JdokhNYjNGGSgu75Z-JoAqrWml9fleaBhES/s1600-h/100_6077.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263870083785081410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSP7CqtEYVvSGWIKbpfrLTxmSOvN4383jv_4KC-YYPQIXMXPe8Cvm59aEN2WrtiLRKlOX2D2O3ciDegzb4iAr7u3CVrweI-Vyer9uwCpNd1JdokhNYjNGGSgu75Z-JoAqrWml9fleaBhES/s200/100_6077.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcwxYqFl5vMY5arzvCyB5Heyl8DSU0gqDrIwNuWb81PPllgnKupsb3jn9gtZ8jgs7qN1gHpsHh8KowogDYuZp6TdWab8PgTpz5DsKsFVL6_hzRN5Tqz2oDV5h0MKHuyYD5V-a8XJ32tvZJ/s1600-h/100_6085.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263870073402577378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqyRTD1zDl14SHgK4VmyKQrufPCPH0JA573pYoVfTIqXe3flC_R4xOOgfpq_H0q_45qFO3H7V7fXpZY2vtjpfoVh21Jn76ffMN-k2ixpYBPvd61U3aCs-Dc3TThNxSanSkJa5Don90Jt1d/s200/100_6071.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div>Alissa Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05084457133702552964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388066779115446924.post-68532558532161389262008-09-14T19:56:00.000-07:002009-04-05T14:24:44.058-07:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" >Last week Dave left on a business trip to Galveston Texas. We knew there was a hurricane coming toward that area, but it seemed to be heading more toward Florida instead. On the day that Dave left, the weather channel began saying that the hurricane had taken a shift and was heading straight toward Galveston Texas. We didn't really know what to do because the storm wasn't supposed to hit Texas until Saturday and it was only Wednesday. On Thursday the city Dave was in was evacuated. He had to ride for hours in a bus to the airport and was able to get an early flight home. I was in school and in and out of the clinic with clients the whole day he was being evacuated. When I found out he got a flight home I felt a lot of relief - that was until I was driving home from school. While driving home I was listening to the radio thinking about how glad I was that Dave was getting home safe - and how grateful I was that he was able to get an early flight home. However, on the radio they began playing a mix of music and sound clips dedicated to September 11th. They played clips of phone messages that were recorded from individuals who were being held hostage on the airplanes. They all knew that they were about to die and they were calling their loved ones to tell them goodbye. Knowing that Dave was on an airplane at that moment brought the whole September 11th experience back to me. I felt the loss that people had felt that day and only hoped that Dave would make it back to me safe and sound. I realized how I tend to take my loved ones for granted at times. I realized how much I loved Dave and how much I could not stand to loose him. I realized in the back of my mind that everything would probably be okay - but I also learned an important lesson of being grateful for every day that I have with my loved ones.<br /><br />Remembering 9/11<br /></span><object style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AW8puRqE4Sc&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AW8puRqE4Sc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">This is a newscast that was shot right outside of the hotel that Dave was staying at.</span><br /></span><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nx7-8Rv62LU&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nx7-8Rv62LU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Alissa Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05084457133702552964noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388066779115446924.post-21392033661977802822008-09-13T18:55:00.001-07:002008-09-13T18:55:03.408-07:00Dave<p><a href="http://www.pyzam.com/graphics"><img src="http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/b/loveyou.gif" alt="I Will Aways Love You" border="0" /></a><br>Awesome <a href="http://www.pyzam.com/graphics" target="_blank">MySpace Comments</a> / <a href="http://www.pyzam.com/myspacelayouts" target="_blank">Myspace Layouts</a></p>
<br /> <img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyMTM1NzIwMTk1MyZwdD*xMjIxMzU3Mjk4NzY1JnA9MzkwMSZkPWdyYXBoaWNzJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz1lMGFkODI4NzI5NGU*NTlmYjgyYzk2YTIwZjAxOTExMA==.gif" />Alissa Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05084457133702552964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388066779115446924.post-84242855370367315142008-09-13T17:37:00.000-07:002009-04-05T14:23:05.952-07:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >First of all... I know I am in trouble. I have not made any postings since I started my blog months ago. I have no excuse - only to say that I am busy. However, I know that is a terrible excuse. Second of all... Don't you love the new title of my page (Holla'). Kelsie (my sister) and I were trying to think of title's for my blog - and once this one came up we couldn't even think of anything else. We were up way too late and laughing way too much and we think the title is pretty dang hilarious. I understand that the rest of you probably don't understand - but everytime I read it now, all I have to do is picture Kelsie saying "Holla'!!!- from the Holloways" or "What you want girl" - anyway - we are pretty retarded - but I hope you all enjoy it. </span><br /></span><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;" >In other news - This blog will probably be pretty long - seeing how I have months of catching up to do. For starters the summer was mostly filled with the usual - work and school. During the few weeks in between the summer and fall semesters we took a trip to Wisconsin to visit Dave's family. We started the trip by flying into Chicago. It was beautiful!!! We camped at a KOA and did lots of things during the days that we were there. We visited the Museum of Science and Industry and saw a real submarine up close (it was huge). We went to Lego land (and spent WAY to long there in my opinion) but all of the boys loved it. We went to 6-flags where Dave got his wallet stolen and I got sick from riding the tea-cups four times in a row. We went up 100 floors on the Hancock observatory to view the city at night and watch the fireworks they set off on the pier. We also took a trip down to the pier where there was a lot of people and food and shops along with a giant ferris wheel. </span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;" ></span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245670716222656546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLngEFCn0SFD4mA1yRbjRwD2PI9MwxVp4MY66G8-SFHbqXrU1UzaHxiSNXx4GuZXR20jjlr_zbobglISp-9W3Eah-WNR0jMXWM9ve0e55VpmmTxPKZsKcSJlvzwwaptetmxGjLFxbrXoxY/s320/CIMG5411_411_027.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;">This is a picture of Chicago taken at night - it really doesn't do the city justice.</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" ></span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" ></span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" ></span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245670169656996114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglT3R0vWrlnW0EhAgILOTnEhwCtPLQb7ZK0sQXOkco8klTlu0Sa_uFBJ2fbwpP7MXIiSDtJni5FKA3yX5NPFPIlQnpMUg1fG_HpEIYZA5j_vc9ulHea7eMAt42qJaTn3Q-K0_iBLK1UdDi/s320/CIMG5389_389_007.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;">This is a picture of the pier where the ferris wheel is and where they shot off fireworks.</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" ></span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" ></span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" ></span></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245676598947605218" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAPxcq4dnZB2eRQ_OLPWvqvGwyLAy70m4BUJEvmfQTIhRPF2bysDp2SQM2Iss0YFvcx1r5A7HthHjRTZB9Je_ZTwgOMDzxIXwfWV-AetCOax4XUk2IhUxIvI2PlHLKbD2Krs3bRLS4TMv5/s320/CIMG5386_386_005.JPG" border="0" /> </span><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" >This is a picture of Dave and his brothers (minus Joe).</span></div><br /><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" >Once again... not a very good picture - it is kind of out of focus. We have got to learn how to work with the night shot on the camera.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" ></span></div><br /><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglvNtG0gUTnaSJom4ilq-824bhCBZZPOxzkZ5whHTgSTtsJW24TFMcqckUESyz3iW-9LkYUBTD7o5l-hokgwNXrsh0AHZ7E1xGepq0PxKtVrsQp5dPoyj3JY-FsailrsQhp7dD-PWPVXcL/s1600-h/CIMG5435_435_051.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245670140815976946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglvNtG0gUTnaSJom4ilq-824bhCBZZPOxzkZ5whHTgSTtsJW24TFMcqckUESyz3iW-9LkYUBTD7o5l-hokgwNXrsh0AHZ7E1xGepq0PxKtVrsQp5dPoyj3JY-FsailrsQhp7dD-PWPVXcL/s320/CIMG5435_435_051.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"> <span style="font-size:85%;">These are the sweet cars we saw while traveling the streets of downtown Chicago.</span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" ><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><br /></span></div><p><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"></span></p></span><p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"></p><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6j-3oQGyCVT57pxdVUmwurMkF4NrEouj0Bz0fM0B3I2uE5Alg0iEoDMOwqD4WHlzae5ckMqqZBIffkJADp31BLlDggDJy1avxm-ojzjNU3fZHcn-PcEzO6aPEuYCRFKURkbFCcoK5LbnP/s1600-h/CIMG5436_436_052.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245670148896776354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6j-3oQGyCVT57pxdVUmwurMkF4NrEouj0Bz0fM0B3I2uE5Alg0iEoDMOwqD4WHlzae5ckMqqZBIffkJADp31BLlDggDJy1avxm-ojzjNU3fZHcn-PcEzO6aPEuYCRFKURkbFCcoK5LbnP/s320/CIMG5436_436_052.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><br /></span><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGdAxRnFYNH8615F9aRth6jBTihkO_ATXs22KohbRkVJ55J1ekLzPpoWo7DutjCMKwmKYMHGjyF7UfWBREh74LQSGEtC0ur6wjw1ycdBoRGkE2IK6iKrlp8_0lvU32xEFPK2OJDjFpdNia/s1600-h/CIMG5437_437_053.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245670153505152706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGdAxRnFYNH8615F9aRth6jBTihkO_ATXs22KohbRkVJ55J1ekLzPpoWo7DutjCMKwmKYMHGjyF7UfWBREh74LQSGEtC0ur6wjw1ycdBoRGkE2IK6iKrlp8_0lvU32xEFPK2OJDjFpdNia/s320/CIMG5437_437_053.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"> </span><p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span style="font-size:85%;">This is the bracelet that Dave bought for me while we were there. It was actually very sweet. We were walking through a store and we saw it. We both commented on how pretty it was, then we went upstairs to another store. Once we got to the other store Dave said he had to use the bathroom and he left. He was gone forever and I was thinking to myself (I hope he didn't fall in because I am not going in to help him). After a long time he found me and took me off by myself and gave me the bracelet. I love him!!!</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245670710190207730" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEaUoHgFQmD8hKP5syj86WBReBuPTt-gWt9uK-72_dUGQGyoEpLX0qlav2mzRaGEwGqhmQRVf8dlHX5HtC4sLWx-DUWXMu6VyShvCApdblegYVYmR6_hhAcGL0vHWiAB2ZQ0uWLnJD68G0/s320/CIMG5408_408_024.JPG" border="0" /> </span></p>Alissa Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05084457133702552964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388066779115446924.post-54757192805326003822008-05-25T19:47:00.001-07:002009-04-05T14:17:48.821-07:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><em><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >Just the two of us...<br /></span></em></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Dave and I have been married for over a year now.... can you believe it? We were married on March 17th 2007. Our lives are extremely busy and crazy and full of love and laughter. I am currently attending school at the University </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">of Utah and just finished my first year of graduate school. Yay!!! Only one more year until I graduate with my masters degree and become a licensed speech language pathologist. School is overwhelming and exhausting, but I love working with my clients and learning how to help other people.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"> Dave is also attending school right now. He is in his junior year at Brigham Young University where he is majoring in business management and marketing. We will both graduate next year in April...we are so excited. </span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Dave is currently working at a company called Sunstone Engineering where they make and sell spot welders. Dave is in charge of all of the marketing for their products and is loving his responsibilities there. I am working as a speech language pathologist graduate clinician for an elementary school in Payson.</span> </span><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Our Story...</em></span><strong><br /></strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Dave and I met while we were both attending BYU. We were in the same ward and lived around the corner from each other. Before dating we were friends for a long time. Pretty much best friends I would say. We hung out all of the time. I think that is why things </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgorDMRoT6D2vX7WEMkBFbQ5q64o_DF4a7o7XkRGq2YafIgEpaNJQe3y0ZGC70BCIWcG-0OxSDBnjGWNL-QcRmldEgzY5c3e2YFu0Vq3LKt68ufuP9jEd3T72r8WPlbbEPN75_Tdf8oGkwg/s1600-h/HPIM0130.JPG"></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">worked out so well between us. Because we built this great friendship based on being ourselves exactly the way we are before we started dating. We played and laughed and talked about anything and everything. We shared our goals in life, our passions, and our fears. Once we started dating our relationship was much different than any other relationship either of us had ever had. In fact, we dated for four months before even kissing. We had pretty much decided we wanted to be married before we even kissed. I remember telling my parents about him, telling them I thought I wanted to marry him - and that we had never even kissed. My dad's response to that was "well what is wrong with him... why haven't you kissed yet?" I couldn't explain it then and I can't really explain it now - but it worked for us. We fell in love spiritually, emotionally, and mentally before making any kind of physical commitment. In fact ... I have a video that was taken when we were dating before we kissed for the first time. I also want to post the video because Dave looks like a freaking babe...</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzSZICE_o9p5yAr59W8NHiJQfh3ZfTr2M2Le4Vg5fua7sKJj-i3ITenyrAW3I-ypanLnkb5t4SLoGR9TW81wQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em><br /></strong><em style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span style="font-size:130%;">My Husband...</span></em><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" >Dave is such an amazing person. He shows love and selflessness every single day in our marriage. He is a great example to me. He refuses to become angry with me over anything. He is kind to me when I do not deserve it. He teaches me everyday how to be better. I am so grateful for him – for what a wonderful friend he is to me. I am grateful that he listens to me and tries to understand me. I am grateful for his patience with me. How did I get so blessed? How do I deserve this? All I know is that having such an amazing blessing just makes me want to do so much good in my life. It makes me want to be such a better person. I love that feeling – that motivation and purpose. Thanks Dave... for everything.</span><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></span><br /><em style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span style="font-size:130%;">My Testimony...</span></em><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" >I know that our happiness is in direct correlation to our obedience of the gospel ordinances. I know that my testimony is growing everyday. I know that the Savior died for my sins. I know that – and I know that that means that I don’t have to suffer for my own sins. I know that I can feel peace in knowing that I am not perfect – but be repentant everyday for every little thing I do wrong. I know He can make me clean and perfect and worthy in the eyes of the Lord. I know this. I know I have never been happier than those times in my life when I have embraced the gospel fully. I know it is true – I cannot doubt it. I know that my Heavenly Father watches out for me. That he loves me so much and wants the best for me. I know he wants to help me when I fall. I know I can do anything when I turn to Him. I once heard a quote read in sacrament meeting that said something to the effect of – If you even had a glimpse of the kind of person God wants you to become, all your fear would be gone and you would know that anything is possible. That is amazing and comforting. I know God expects a lot out of me. I know that I want to fulfill that expectation – I know I can, with His help. Life is amazing – life is good. I am so happy!!!</span><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"></span><p></p>Alissa Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05084457133702552964noreply@blogger.com1