<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717</id><updated>2011-08-01T14:45:36.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby &amp; Eric</title><subtitle type='html'>established August 10, 2007</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-4051536697623317587</id><published>2009-06-08T08:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:33:19.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Space</title><content type='html'>To everyone who has been worried that Abby and I haven't updated our Blog, (the one or two of you out there...Telina and Jill), we have been busy working on our new page. The new page will be our new place for photos, videos, blogs, and more! The address is posted below, so please update your sites and bookmarks to reflect this. We hope that you all enjoy the new site, as we have had a lot of fun in putting it together. It is a work in progress, but we hope to have all of our blogs, and everything moved over to the new site soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all of our loyal followers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link to the new site...so what are you waiting for, you know you want to click on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.me.com/ericjadams"&gt;http://web.me.com/ericjadams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-4051536697623317587?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/4051536697623317587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=4051536697623317587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/4051536697623317587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/4051536697623317587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-new-space.html' title='Our New Space'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-4945033175215435310</id><published>2009-03-18T17:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:04:49.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crisis of Credit</title><content type='html'>Everyone,&lt;div&gt;This is a fantastic video that represents the reasons we are in this depression. It is a must watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Don't forget to turn off the music player at the bottom of the page first)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3261363&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3261363&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3261363"&gt;The Crisis of Credit Visualized&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/jonathanjarvis"&gt;Jonathan Jarvis&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-4945033175215435310?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/4945033175215435310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=4945033175215435310&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/4945033175215435310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/4945033175215435310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2009/03/crisis-of-credit.html' title='Crisis of Credit'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-6836564553264852064</id><published>2009-03-06T20:52:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:40:14.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 25th Birthday Eric!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SbHbsc-rDyI/AAAAAAAAAao/MzoO1BapUuY/s1600-h/IMG_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SbHbsc-rDyI/AAAAAAAAAao/MzoO1BapUuY/s320/IMG_0193.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310266992386314018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SbHbfajV2NI/AAAAAAAAAag/IIQe4HpL6Fs/s1600-h/IMG_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SbHbfajV2NI/AAAAAAAAAag/IIQe4HpL6Fs/s320/IMG_0191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310266768396507346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SbHbT5ikPwI/AAAAAAAAAaY/MnISIdgplh8/s1600-h/IMG_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SbHbT5ikPwI/AAAAAAAAAaY/MnISIdgplh8/s320/IMG_0187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310266570556325634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SbHbJzlDvSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/1gKiCifNSgU/s1600-h/IMG_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SbHbJzlDvSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/1gKiCifNSgU/s320/IMG_0186.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310266397157473570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am a little late posting Eric's 25th Birthday but here it is! The little bugger already new what he was getting for his birthday; P90X and a new suit from Banana, so I decided to surprise him for his birthday event. His birthday fell on a Tuesday... lame so, I at least had his birthday sign up and traditional balloons and king's crown! He looks like a little kid in the picture (personally, Eric was completely against this picture in the first place, not to mention the fight he put up when he found out it was going to be published on the blog...he can be such a girl!), it makes me laugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;On Friday, I  had planned a dinner for two, but the traffic was so bad that I was quite worried (Eric would say i was freaking out!) that we wouldn't make it to our next event. We wanted to go to PF Chang's but they had an hour-and-a-half wait. I didn't plan very well. We then headed over to Bravo's, a nice Italian restaurant, which had a 10 minute wait and that was the best we could get for not having reservations and for it being a friday night. I was so anxious and worried that we would not make the next event. We seriously ordered, ate and paid our bill within 25 minutes, that has to be a world record. After dinner, I planned that we were to head to a dueling-piano bar. I invited a very cute couple, which are our new friends, to join us! Needless to say, we had a ball. I think dueling-piano bars are the most fun! If you like music and like to sing, or you just like to observe people getting made fun of, then you need to go to a piano bar! (For those of you reading this in SLC, Tavernacle is your closest option.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Happy Birthday Love! Hope you had a good one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh ya! I also made him my world-famous chocolate cake (Thank you, Betty Crocker) and tried to decorate it (at least this time, Eric could make out what that words were.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-6836564553264852064?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/6836564553264852064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=6836564553264852064&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/6836564553264852064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/6836564553264852064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-25th-birthday-eric.html' title='Happy 25th Birthday Eric!'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SbHbsc-rDyI/AAAAAAAAAao/MzoO1BapUuY/s72-c/IMG_0193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-4109709722240377580</id><published>2009-02-16T20:47:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:22:50.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing with the Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SZofMAIczVI/AAAAAAAAAaE/JRXNsfkdgM8/s1600-h/Cefalo%27s+Dance+Club.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SZofMAIczVI/AAAAAAAAAaE/JRXNsfkdgM8/s320/Cefalo%27s+Dance+Club.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303585802236513618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric and I had a night out on the town with our ballroom crew on friday night. We went to Cefalo's, a nice restaurant and bar that offers a dance floor with a live band. We started out the night with dinner, which, I am sad to say, wasn't very good. Then the band started playing and all of the ballroom crew strutted their "thang" on the dance floor. The owner of the dance studio and his wife are so amazing to watch while they danced, that is what Eric and I look like... HA! HA! NOT! Eric and I dared to dance with the big boys and I think we did pretty well. All and all we had a good time with our new friends, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;liquid marijuanas&lt;/span&gt; and all (don't worry they are nothing illegal, just really yummy!). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also adventured out downtown to go Salsa dancing afterwards. We had never been but it was a very fun atmosphere. One word of caution: "don't drink and salsa" you will get really dizzy. The funniest part of the night was every time Eric went to go get more drinks, I would get asked to dance by strange men. I felt kinda dumb since I just know the basic moves but I enjoyed stepping out of my comfort zone. Now Eric and I can say that we have been Salsa dancing well, I can, poor Eric wanted to dance more with me but I could only dance one song with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-647f0be9ed350f89" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D647f0be9ed350f89%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330082134%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D400AD060599AA4D7DC89582FDDC0515A4846093D.459080D76CB1827CE6F636F284F23734015DC833%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D647f0be9ed350f89%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhsorJkXaFae8z53BjxhdbJ1ifII&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D647f0be9ed350f89%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330082134%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D400AD060599AA4D7DC89582FDDC0515A4846093D.459080D76CB1827CE6F636F284F23734015DC833%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D647f0be9ed350f89%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhsorJkXaFae8z53BjxhdbJ1ifII&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-4109709722240377580?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=647f0be9ed350f89&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/4109709722240377580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=4109709722240377580&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/4109709722240377580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/4109709722240377580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2009/02/dancing-with-stars.html' title='Dancing with the Stars'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SZofMAIczVI/AAAAAAAAAaE/JRXNsfkdgM8/s72-c/Cefalo%27s+Dance+Club.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-396426004740648881</id><published>2009-02-16T19:37:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:11:14.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Happy Valentine's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SZoT-tReV0I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/YSU5d0Bt5aw/s1600-h/V-Day+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SZoT-tReV0I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/YSU5d0Bt5aw/s320/V-Day+2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303573479207884610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sweetheart of a husband had to work on this Valentine's Day but he did nothing but pamper me while he was out. I awoke to a single rose with a card. The card was simply a novel filled with loving words and specific directions on how I was to spend my day without him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first order was for me to relax and sleep... which we all know I adore. Then around two o'clock I was to start getting ready with full hair and make-up.  After that I was to drive to our local shopping mall where I was to proceed directly to White House Black Market.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my curious travels,  I was told to tell the sales person who I was and she was to have a package for me, which I was to try on and then pick out jewelry to go along with it.  I dashed to the dressing room and with my surprise Eric had picked out a beautiful dress for our Valentine's night. It is my little black dress that I didn't have. It fit like it was made for me and made me feel like I was  Julia Roberts from Pretty Woman!! (without the whole hooker thing, and as i think of it,that  would make Eric, Richard Gere...but definitely without the gerbil thing.)  I picked out some classy pearl earrings and a matching pearl necklace to complete my ensemble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; After I was done being spoiled at the store, I was instructed to drive back home. As I walked through the door, Eric had the dining table set, with candles lit, with our wedding cd playing, and dinner made. The sweetest part of it all was he was standing at the front door dressed in shirt and tie and his hair all cute and groomed. I could tell that he was so nervous to see me. It was like he hadn't seen me for along time. He had a huge smile on his face and he told me that I looked so beautiful and he gave me a huge KISS!!! We had dinner which was delicious. And then he finished the night with a movie and a massage. What a thoughtful husband! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-396426004740648881?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/396426004740648881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=396426004740648881&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/396426004740648881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/396426004740648881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-happy-valentines.html' title='My Happy Valentine&apos;s'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SZoT-tReV0I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/YSU5d0Bt5aw/s72-c/V-Day+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-1838342093893094034</id><published>2009-02-02T09:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:27:29.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Items for the Agenda</title><content type='html'>Ahem...Hello everyone, is this thing on?...Testing, testing, sibilance, sibilance...testing. Okay good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First item of Business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As you may or may not be aware, Abby and I have not been so diligent in updating our blog lately. As such, we have been receiving numerous strong-arm tactics from certain individuals (we know who you are), i.e. death threats. These treacheries have not gone unnoticed and shall be handled in a timely fashion. The lack of updating is not due to a lack of caring on our part, or the fact that we are trying to live our lives in secrecy. Neither of these accusations holds any merit. It is more the fact that there truly hasn't been too much to write about in the recent days, until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Item of Business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "The Village Idiot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Since most of the people reading this blog live in Utah, and are vehemently aware of the quirky Utah liquor laws, I figure that you would appreciate this story. It has been fabled, that every village needs/has an idiot. Until last Saturday evening, Abby and I still had not found one in our new settlement. Perhaps, we thought, it was one of us. To our relief/disdain, we found out who the village idiot was on Saturday, and it certainly wasn't us. Abby and I were invited to A Friend From Work's (yes, his real name is A Friend From Work, didn't you notice the use of capitols to depict a proper noun. Read your Gregg!) Super Bowl party. It was discussed that Abby and I would bring the beer, guacamole (Dad's recipe), and other peripherals to the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In PA, you are required to buy beer from one of two outposts. The first being a "Beer Distributor", which is a place that you can only buy beer in bulk. Think of this as the Costco for Alcoholics; the second is a regular bar. If you intend to purchase a small amount of beer, that is anything two six packs and under, a regular bar would be your typical destination. As the Super Bowl is the longest football game known to man, thanks to the 5 hr pregame and the Super-sized version of half-time, I figured that Beer-Costco would be the appropriate destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Abby and I were on our way home from a fabulous day of spending her hard-earned Christmas cash (thank you to all of you that contributed!); I decided we should stop to at Beer-Costco to get some beer for the party. Abby was pretty worn out from the tireless day of trying on clothes (bless her heart) that she decided to stay in the vehicle. I opened the door and it was literally "beer-vana"; Cases upon cases of the fermented hops stacked as high as the eye could see. It was almost too good to me true. After 10 minutes of deliberating, I finally settled on the 24-Pack of St. Pauli Girl Special Dark. I had never had St. Pauli Girl Special Dark, but damn if it didn't sound special. I had to get it. I placed the case of StPGSD on the counter with the full confidence in my decision. I had made my choice. Nothing could go wrong now. Enter the village idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May I see your ID please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No problem," I thought, I was born in 1984, so remembering arithmetic from elementary (carry the one...) that makes me 24, and according to the 21st Amendment to the Constitution that repealed prohibition, I was well within my legal rights to obtain said StPGSD. I pulled the 4 year old ID from the place that had housed it for the last 4-years of its life and confidently handed it over to the clerk. Assuming that this was his first time to see a Utah license, I decided to make a little joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bet you don't see a whole lot of Utahans buying beer around these parts, eh? (Yes, Nick, I went Canadian on him). Well actually you don't see a whole lot of Utahans buying in Utah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No response. Evidently, he was in no mood for comedic relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He investigated my license for a few minutes; turning it over, reviewing the back...flipping it back over. He alternated between staring at the photo on the ID and gazing back at me. This went on for about 15 seconds, very awkward. Still the jury was out. He reached under the counter and pulled out his Funk and Wagnall on State licenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would start with the U's," I joshed with the comedic timing of a young Johnny Carson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even a smirk. Another failed attempt. He would get no more jokes from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He perused this book as if it were his bible. Taking my license and placing it next to 'black and white' picture of the Utah licenses. Pulling it away, and then placing it next to it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What could possibly be taking so long, does he need a calculator to check my age?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he put the book back. I was reaching into my wallet to pull out the debit card to purchase the St.PGSD, when I heard this little number...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't sell you this beer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Como what?!" Did I hear him correctly? "Excuse me sir, (I was attempting the niceties at this point) what is that matter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't verify that your license is valid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Strange, the great State of Utah seems to be pretty proud of it. What is your issue with it?" "In the book it says that the license is supposed to be all blue, and yours has a little brown line across the top. So therefore I can't accept It."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean the brown line right there?" as I pointed to the leather-wear on the ID. Because you know, it had been there for the last 4 YEARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, it looks faked and I am not going to risk a $4000 dollar fine to sell you $40 dollars with of StPGSD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you find it a little coincidental that that line corresponds perfectly with my wallet color and just so happens to rub against it in the same place. For god's sake man, this isn't rocket science." At this point I realized that I wasn't going to get anywhere with this idiot. So I decided that I would send in the troops. "Strength in numbers", "Always use the buddy system" were the thoughts running through my head. He didn't know it at the time, but I was bringing in the big guns. Abby. Let's be honest, what self respecting Beer-Costco clerk says, "No!" to a beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was settled, he wasn't a self-respecting Beer-Costco clerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Abby and I walked back in there, he looked at her and said, "If you are with him, I cannot sell you the beer either. I can't verify his license and I am not going to sell you anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are familiar with the lovable, gregarious, congenial Abby. Stop reading now, the story ends there for you. For the rest of us who know that Abby can also have her "Twilight-book-openings" side, please read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you kidding me? That is the most ridiculous thing that I have ever heard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept whispering in her ear, "Abby, it's not worth it, let's just go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, this guy is an idiot! He won't even look at my license to verify it? I can't believe this. You are so rude! Just because we have different looking licenses you aren't going to sell us the beer. What a joke! Dude, do you not believe that we are 21?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I was thrilled. Wow, I haven't aged a bit. It must be that new facial crème I have been using. Note to self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abby it isn't worth spending our money here, the guy is evidently a little slow and isn't worth our time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely fumed, Abby and I left the Beer-Costco empty-handed. Great, we still had no beer for the party. We still needed to grab some 'Goose for the cranberry martinis that we would be enjoying, so we stopped at the State-owned Wine &amp;amp; Spirits store. Abby and I walked over the bottle of 'Goose, grabbed it, set it up on the register. The lady looked at us with a very welcoming smile and said those magical words, "That'll be $21.25 please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, we are able to buy hard liquor at a state-owned venue, but are turned back at the local Beer-Costco. I thought we Americans were passed the whole discrimating stage, and maybe we have, but on that night, in the local Beer-Costco. Abby and I were taken back, way back, to 2004.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-1838342093893094034?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/1838342093893094034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=1838342093893094034&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/1838342093893094034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/1838342093893094034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-items-for-agenda.html' title='2 Items for the Agenda'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-5203142820764450488</id><published>2008-12-30T19:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:06:20.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you say Abby?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Step 1. Watch this video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Step 2. Ask yourself, "Does it get any cuter?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Step 3. Answer...No it doesn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We love you Livi...even though you can't read this yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cdeff8a6832dbb9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0cdeff8a6832dbb9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330082134%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A1FF3C25F1227AA4204DA059DC5E15551F668F6.2600E63B722F681FE551F94D73F5A2CE99B66672%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcdeff8a6832dbb9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DK1dRjePf7J2KWga1oZRgMZ2IVfU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0cdeff8a6832dbb9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330082134%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A1FF3C25F1227AA4204DA059DC5E15551F668F6.2600E63B722F681FE551F94D73F5A2CE99B66672%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcdeff8a6832dbb9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DK1dRjePf7J2KWga1oZRgMZ2IVfU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-5203142820764450488?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cdeff8a6832dbb9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/5203142820764450488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=5203142820764450488&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/5203142820764450488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/5203142820764450488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/12/can-you-say-abby.html' title='Can you say Abby?'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-8570493282984532764</id><published>2008-12-30T14:20:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:07:33.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving &amp; Hogwarts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It has come to our attention that people actually read this thing and have demanded that new blogs be posted. Well fear not faithful blog readers, our sabbatical is now over. This is the first of at least two new blogs that will be posted. So keep reading and be patient. We have lives too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Anyway, back to what you care about....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Earlier this year, my dad and his wife Marie told us that they were planning to come visit our new 'digs' in PA around Thanksgiving. Abby and I were ecstatic. Our excitement was two-fold: 1. we are always excited to have friends and family around to show off our sweet little slice of heaven, and 2. i was excited to know that my dad would actually have to get on a airplane.  Now for those of you who don't know my dad too well, he is not exactly the world traveler. He has been many places, but not for many years. I had to think back to the last time that my dad had even stepped foot on a plane.  This took me awhile considering that I was 13 the last time my dad was on a plane, and call it coincidence, but it was also over Thanksgiving. Maybe I am on to something here...Back to the story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My dad and Marie landed on Thanksgiving night at about 6PM, Abby and I, like good children, met them at the airport. The four of us drove to Abby's Great Aunt Helen's (she is great in many ways) house for some fantastic Thanksgiving fodder. The food was a delicious. There were two kinds of turkeys to choose from, three different kinds of stuffings, multiple veggie dishes, mashed potatoes, and whatever else you can imagine. The food was almost as good as the company, which if your know Helen, Mark, Sue and Lisa, you know how great the food was. It was seriously like and add by the Training Table, "Good friends, food and fun." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;During the remainder of their stay with us, we ventured to a few places that Abby and I had wanted to go, but never quite and the gumption to remove our tushies from the couch to actually visit these places. The first was is a main stay, located on the University of Pittsburgh campus, called the Cathedral of Learning. From the outside it is rather unimpressive unless you like looking at really tall buildings; however, the inside tells a tale of wonder and mystery from across the globe. Okay not really, but it was really quite exception inside. As you enter through the enormous oak doors, with wrought iron handles you immediately realize that you aren't in Kansas anymore. From the forty ft ceilings lined with stone, to the spiraling stone-lines staircases that lead you from floor to floor. Located in the main lobby are huge wooden thrones and tables, accompanied by fantastically large fire places. We had entered Hogwarts, the only thing missing was "You Know Who"... It is called the Cathedral of Learning because each room in the main area is decorated in the 18th century style of a different culture. There were rooms decorated from Lebanon, Czech, Norway, England, France, Ireland, and many others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SVp-dqGNt_I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xc2U2HXuxC0/s320/DSC01112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285676160654358514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SVp9BIhpb0I/AAAAAAAAAZM/J7ZkxpDPjiM/s320/DSC01121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285674571094650690" style="display: block; 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Hogwarts'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SVp-dqGNt_I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xc2U2HXuxC0/s72-c/DSC01112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-3022346928447075371</id><published>2008-12-13T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:12:33.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Gift Wrapping Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/xzzfkQ3lEspnaVLxes0Bdg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/xzzfkQ3lEspnaVLxes0Bdg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true"  width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-3022346928447075371?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/3022346928447075371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=3022346928447075371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/3022346928447075371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/3022346928447075371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-gift-wrapping-ever.html' title='The Best Gift Wrapping Ever'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-4391521086332372135</id><published>2008-11-26T09:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:34:06.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Even on the radio the sound still rings "Perfection": 12-0</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SS1hyEPd6iI/AAAAAAAAAYs/P7QAARg1abI/s1600-h/6273821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SS1hyEPd6iI/AAAAAAAAAYs/P7QAARg1abI/s320/6273821.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272978251480689186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As if i needed to mention it again; I am a dyed-in-the-wool Utes fan. This week was one of the most stressful weeks of my life. With the Utes on the precipice of regular season perfection, Saturday couldn't come fast enough. Normally, i would have been at this game, dressed head to toe in crimson and shouting my bloody lungs out...but alas this year being in Pittsburgh, i was relegated to listening to the simulcast via the internet and KALL 700...For anyone who has never listened to a game on the radio, I have to admit...the game was more intense than ever. For some reason, when listening to the radio all the plays seem bigger and more suspenseful when you can't see it coming. I have been watching and analyzing football games since at least Madden 93 (SEGA!) and at some point you reach an understanding of the game where you can watch a play unfold and know what is going to happen prior to it actually coming to fruition. The radio, inherently, doesn't allow for this. Every play, whether it was third-and-1 or first-and-10, seemed like it had big play potential. Of course, against BYU's defense against every play does...I have officially recinded all of my previous comments about Brian Johnson, and the Ute offense. All year long, everyone has been asking, what is the Ute offense's identity is if anything this: a Winner. In every big time situation this year, when they needed a points, albeit a field goal or a touchdown, they have a 100% success rate. I believe that is not only an identity, but the true mark of a champion. Is there a better identity? I have recinded all comments about Brian Johnson, he is by far the one of the best QB's that has ever played at Utah. Either way it all spells 'perfection' and when you just make plays, 'magic happens'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-4391521086332372135?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/4391521086332372135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=4391521086332372135&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/4391521086332372135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/4391521086332372135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/11/12-0.html' title='Even on the radio the sound still rings &quot;Perfection&quot;: 12-0'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SS1hyEPd6iI/AAAAAAAAAYs/P7QAARg1abI/s72-c/6273821.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-6754241772773130635</id><published>2008-11-16T09:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T09:34:27.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkle Toes and My Dancing Queen</title><content type='html'>Since the first time in being in Pittsburgh, Abby and I decided to do something a little out of character...get off our couch. As Abby was driving home from work one day say a sign for ballroom dance lessons and she decided that she would ask me if I would be up to it. If any of you know me, i am all for the ballroom dance stuff, in fact i took a trimester of it when i was still in high school. As we passed by this place again on Wednesday night to go to our local Wal-Mart, she got the phone number and called. We made an appointment to come in Friday for a free preview lesson. So when Friday night came, we decided to get all dressed up and go to our first dance lesson.  The gentleman, David (the owner) showed us around and took us downstairs for our first lesson with Lisa. David also mentioned that he was so excited to see a new young couple out doing things together, because as he put it, "Usually this is where people come when they are on the brink of divorce..." Well that is certainly not us...unless Abby knows something i don't...Abby???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That night we learned (i re-learned) the basic box steps to the Fox-Trot, Rumba, Jitter-bug, and a smidgen of the Merengue. The biggest obstacle that we are going to have to overcome in our dancing is the part that Abby has trouble letting me lead her (big surprise, NOT!) , yeah that's right i am bringing back NOT...don't call it a comeback. I told her that she leads me everywhere else, she can relinquish control on the dance floor.  She graciously obliged. After our lesson David invited us to come back at nine for the Practice Session, which is basically a code word for "Party". All these people show up and the studio teachers play music and you drink, eat and dance. It was a ton of fun. In fact it was so much fun that we met a great new group of people out here: this wonderful couple, Jim and Joan, Twan (our resident ER Dr.), and David and Ashley, who are the owners. After the practice session Jim and Joan and Twan invitied us out to this little bar/restaurant to enjoy some drinks and dancing. We arrived at the restaurant at about 10:30 and proceed to drink, dance and laugh till about 2:30 in the morning. Abby and I haven't been up or out that late since we started dating. We just had so much fun.  Everytime we meet new people, Abby always gets the, "You look like my friend," and for the first time in my life i got the comment, "You have a face where people just want to kiss your ass."  Thank you David, but i am not quite sure what that means...Abby sure doesn't think so. Love you, Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (Sunday) we are going to support our new friends at a showcase at the Hilton. This is our little version of Dancing with the Stars, where everyone gets dressed up in costume and performs that routines that they have been working on for the last 3 months. Hopefully, Abby and I will perform in the one next spring. Our next lesson is going to be next Friday, right before another "Practice Session/Party". We keep all of you informed of our progress, and hopefully get some pictures up so that you can see us cutting up the rug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-6754241772773130635?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/6754241772773130635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=6754241772773130635&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/6754241772773130635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/6754241772773130635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/11/twinkle-toes-and-my-dancing-queen.html' title='Twinkle Toes and My Dancing Queen'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-3674281666871486605</id><published>2008-10-24T21:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:55:12.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Are We?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I saw this this on a friends post and I thought it was so funny so... I made Eric do this with me and we happened to be Alice and Jasper! Aren't we cute! All you Twilight fans go ahead and see who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://twilightersanonymous.com/Quizzes/Find-out-which-female-character-you-are.html" title="Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the TwilightersAnonymous.com Quiz to Find Out!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.twilightersanonymous.com/files/files/banner_ima_alice.jpg" width="200" border="0" height="300" alt="I'm a Alice! I found out through TwilightersAnonymous.com. Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the quiz and find out!" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://twilightersanonymous.com/Quizzes/Find-out-which-female-character-you-are.html" title="Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the TwilightersAnonymous.com Quiz to Find Out!"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://twilightersanonymous.com/quizzes/which-male-twilight-character-are-you.html" title="Which Twilight Male Are You? Take the TwilightersAnonymous.com Quiz to Find Out!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3027/2885755290_7e6dd4724a_o.jpg" width="200" border="0" height="300" alt="I'm a Jasper! I found out through TwilightersAnonymous.com. Which Twilight Male Are You? Take the quiz and find out!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;Take the Quiz and Share Your Results!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-3674281666871486605?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/3674281666871486605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=3674281666871486605&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/3674281666871486605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/3674281666871486605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-are-we.html' title='Who Are We?'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-3766190150106440604</id><published>2008-10-22T07:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T08:18:37.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattered Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SP8PtoJJwMI/AAAAAAAAAX0/HRZAoSVxquA/s1600-h/30pedeyDAVIS__1224475058_4648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SP8PtoJJwMI/AAAAAAAAAX0/HRZAoSVxquA/s320/30pedeyDAVIS__1224475058_4648.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259940166336364738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rays 3, Red Sox 1...is there anything more to say.  After one of the most roller coaster playoff series that i can remember, the Red Sox came up just short of another World Series appearance.  My brother and i spoke in short texts after the game. I felt lost. There wasn't going to be another game for the Red Sox in 2008. After faithfully watching, listening and refreshing internet pages for current pitch counts in close to every game again this season, i feel hollow. I believe that every sports fan, or true sports fan goes through this period of angst and anguish after a hard fought battle. But after reflecting the next morning in the shower, i realized that i wasn't as upset as i should be, or have been in the past. And then it hit me..."did the Patriots Super Bowl loss last year scar me so badly that i am unable to feel anymor?" I do not konw that answer to this, but i can tell you that ESPN lost my TV ratings after that Super Bowl for two solid weeks. Still to this day i can't see highlights of that game without wondering...when did Eli Manning stop curling up in the fetal position every time he was blitzed. WHY! WHY! WHY! (I digress...) I don't know if it is the 6 month season or the fact that barring any inclement weather the Red Sox play 162 games from April 1 to September 30 (for those of you that are counting that is 18 days off). Baseball and the Boston Red Sox give the spring, summers, and fall meaning and something to look forward to year after year. So without shedding another tear (I am all cried out) i would like to congratulate the 2008 Boston Red Sox for rallying in Game 5 in (in historic fashion), winning Game 6 and ultimately giving us something to cheer about this playoff series after what looked like a complete stomping.  So to Pedroia, Youk, Papelbon, and others, get healthy and come back hungry. Red Sox 2009! Go Sox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Post Script - For any nah-Sayers out there who dare to say "You can't win all the time," I respond with this -- You may not be able to win all the time, but you should never go into a game, a season, or a career, without the expectations of success. Between the Boston Red Sox (2 World Series championships 2004, 2007) and The New England Patriots, my sports life has been sheer jubilation since the Pats one their first Super Bowl in 2002. Since then, they have won the Super Bowl 2 other times (2004, 2005) and gone through the entire regular season of NFL undeafeted in which they ended up winning both of the playoff games but the Super Bowl that year wasn't played due to a cockraoch infestation in Phoenix, AZ. Look it up! That game never happened! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-3766190150106440604?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/3766190150106440604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=3766190150106440604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/3766190150106440604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/3766190150106440604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/10/shattered-dreams.html' title='Shattered Dreams'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SP8PtoJJwMI/AAAAAAAAAX0/HRZAoSVxquA/s72-c/30pedeyDAVIS__1224475058_4648.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-2889023093793559658</id><published>2008-10-14T21:53:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:28:40.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit From Mother Teresa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SPVSH8zGsXI/AAAAAAAAAXU/LtbGXDBhxZQ/s1600-h/DSC01078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SPVSH8zGsXI/AAAAAAAAAXU/LtbGXDBhxZQ/s320/DSC01078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257198436557959538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All week Eric and I were so excited for Thursday. Eric's mom was coming to visit us! This was the first visitor that we have had since we moved out here. It was like waiting for Christmas to come. We had a great time! The first day we took her to Eric's work and and then mine. Then we showed her our wonderfully quaint little town and all that Canonsburg has to offer. We then went into Pittsburgh to go shopping and got stuck in traffic. We took her to one our favorite restaurants, Church Brew Works! It is an old church that was turned into a brewery. On saturday, we went to a small town to find some Amish. There were some cute little shops and restaurants. There were some Amish around, it was cool seeing them in their buggies and outfits. We didn't take any pictures of them because they don't like that. The following day we went for brunch and then strolled around the cemetery by our house... that was not my idea. It was cool though, we found some graves as old as 1830 and some of the graves had pictures of people from the the later 1800's to the 1900 hundreds. Then Eric and I also heard of this lake by our house so we went out to find it. We got lucky and at first we thought it was a dumpy little pound but then we curved around the bend and found the better part of the lake. It was very cute! We also watched the Red Sox games every night until 12 a.m. So, by Sunday we were all tired from staying up so late. Thankfully, Teresa made Eric's favorite dish sunday night for dinner. It was nice having a piece of home here with us. I think it made us a little home sick. But thank you Teresa for coming out to spend time with us! We love you very much and miss you!&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SPVUFXMrVgI/AAAAAAAAAXs/9gZTZUYhPBg/s320/DSC01093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257200591128188418" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SPVTit9cU-I/AAAAAAAAAXk/n2buSB4KXeI/s320/DSC01086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257199995942884322" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SPVS9wpm_II/AAAAAAAAAXc/U06uSYsY3XA/s320/DSC01083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257199361009843330" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-2889023093793559658?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/2889023093793559658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=2889023093793559658&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/2889023093793559658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/2889023093793559658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/10/visit-from-mother-teresa.html' title='A Visit From Mother Teresa'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SPVSH8zGsXI/AAAAAAAAAXU/LtbGXDBhxZQ/s72-c/DSC01078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-5261491634755889893</id><published>2008-10-06T20:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:38:15.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn In Pittsburgh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SOquUXHUo5I/AAAAAAAAAXI/kL8pW9sjnn0/s1600-h/DSC01075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SOquUXHUo5I/AAAAAAAAAXI/kL8pW9sjnn0/s320/DSC01075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254203580106449810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every time Eric and I go to the grocery store we see this tree on the side of the road. I think it is so beautiful with the yellow and orange colors with the sunlight shining through. I tell myself every time to remember to bring my camera so I can take a picture of it. And today I finally remembered. I thought I would share this amazing fall day with you all. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This tree is a veritable symphony of autumnal hues! (Hi, Kara!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-5261491634755889893?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/5261491634755889893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=5261491634755889893&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/5261491634755889893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/5261491634755889893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/10/autumn-in-pittsburgh.html' title='Autumn In Pittsburgh'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SOquUXHUo5I/AAAAAAAAAXI/kL8pW9sjnn0/s72-c/DSC01075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-8654546486290610399</id><published>2008-10-03T13:20:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T14:42:09.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oktoberfest</title><content type='html'>Here in our little town, Oktoberfest was going on. Eric and I decided to go Saturday night and enjoy the good food, good beer and fun festivals. There was a live band playing, food cooking, a live polka band and the wonderful carnies. I enjoyed a nice piece of pizza and we topped it off with a funnel cake. Then we walked around to each tent seeing what people had to sell. Then we of course had to play some carny games. Eric and I played the water gun games.. you know the one that you squirt the water into the hole and you race to the top. Well, I thought I had it, but Eric snuck past me and won by a second. And of course like a gentlemen he gave me the stuff animal that he won... I think if he was true gentlemen he would have let me win my own stuff animal. (Editor's Note: Every woman wants their man to win them a stuffed animal at a county fair/Oktoberfest...I just fulfilled her dreams) Just kidding. The next day we went down for lunch. Eric was craving a brautwurst and a beer, Spatzel anyone?  &lt;div&gt;Auf Weidersehen!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SOZktcZ-41I/AAAAAAAAAWo/OV-JxCM5SjM/s320/DSC01061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252996747256324946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SOZkUeCc59I/AAAAAAAAAWg/nki0vRTMf_A/s320/DSC01057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252996318197770194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SOZj9_ANLoI/AAAAAAAAAWY/jsUlLVZWzpc/s320/DSC01055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252995931909729922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SOZjikoITAI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/NO7ueqLx7J0/s320/DSC01060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252995460972956674" /&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/5375287828317874717-8654546486290610399?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/8654546486290610399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=8654546486290610399&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/8654546486290610399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/8654546486290610399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/10/oktoberfest.html' title='Oktoberfest'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SOZktcZ-41I/AAAAAAAAAWo/OV-JxCM5SjM/s72-c/DSC01061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-8233226871589627208</id><published>2008-10-03T12:45:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:35:55.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Burberry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SOZR3XxMTvI/AAAAAAAAAWI/hDhq2Xo62bo/s1600-h/DSC01070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SOZR3XxMTvI/AAAAAAAAAWI/hDhq2Xo62bo/s320/DSC01070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252976027089260274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SOZRma5OwnI/AAAAAAAAAWA/yH3C64UWM5M/s1600-h/DSC01072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SOZRma5OwnI/AAAAAAAAAWA/yH3C64UWM5M/s320/DSC01072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252975735870505586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Eric and I went into the city and ventured to the Strip District (No Nick it is not what you are thinking, sicko!) it is an open air market. Eric and I didn't make it on time... the market was already closed but there were restaurants and bars. After walking in a complete circle for about half and hour, we ended up at this place called the Church Brew Works. It is an old church turned into a brewery... kind of funny. The church had crosses all over it and where the altar was supposed to be, there was brew tank. I had a fabulous pork chop and Eric enjoyed his chicken caesar salad (he is such a girl.) (Editors Note: I wasn't in the mood for something heavy, and the chicken was exquisite..so there.) Then I wanted to go to Pottery Barn and we ended up at a mall. This mall was very nice.It was like chic-heaven. It had my Pottery Barn along with Coach, Louis Vuitton, Burberry, and coming soon, every girl's dream store...Tiffany's. I of course know Burberry but I had never been into the store. Eric and I moseyed around for awhile and as we were walking out, Eric found this little blue satin dress with a black patent leather belt. I took one look at it and gasped. I asked Eric how much it was and he told me it was $700 dollars! But I didn't care. I had to try it on. So, we ventured to the dressing room and tried it on. I got the dress on and it was almost perfect... I needed black hi-heals to complete the ensemble... and those of course were $600 dollars. It was perfect, I felt like the dress was made for me! Eric was really contemplating buying it for me. I told him No Way! I couldn't even buy it for myself. He said he would rather let me have the dress then the new T.V. that we are saving for. (Editors Note:  This dress fit her so well, it literally looked like every stitch was done just for her...what an exquisite Belle!) He is so cute! But it was sure fun trying it on. A girl can dream! (Editor's Note: So can her husband!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-8233226871589627208?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/8233226871589627208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=8233226871589627208&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/8233226871589627208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/8233226871589627208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/10/burberry.html' title='Burberry'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SOZR3XxMTvI/AAAAAAAAAWI/hDhq2Xo62bo/s72-c/DSC01070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-3214921440242930035</id><published>2008-09-24T21:18:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:27:11.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex &amp; Spaghetti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.collider.com/uploads/imageGallery/Sex_and_the_City/sex_and_the_city_movie_poster_onesheet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.collider.com/uploads/imageGallery/Sex_and_the_City/sex_and_the_city_movie_poster_onesheet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I have been looking forward to Tuesday all week because Sex and the City movie comes out on DVD! Well, it was Tuesday night and I got off work late and I was tired and I completely forgot that the dvd was out. I walked into our front door and there was my sweet husband making me spaghetti and Sex and the City movie in the dvd player ready to be started and... might I add the T.V. was facing the dinner table so we could watch and enjoy. He knows how to make me melt! So, thank you honey for my yummy dinner and my fabulous movie.You are the best hubby ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-3214921440242930035?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/3214921440242930035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=3214921440242930035&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/3214921440242930035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/3214921440242930035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/09/sex-spaghetti.html' title='Sex &amp; Spaghetti'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-444162176192940608</id><published>2008-09-24T20:33:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:16:40.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Alex... And Congrats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SNrg8Kc7SKI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/eVW6FE-SPeY/s320/023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249755639856187554" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My baby brother is getting older and I don't know what to say. I remember when he was a baby with his chubby cheeks and all. Alex was a happy baby and still is!  Ha! Ha! Just kidding bud! Alex's birthday was on Monday and he turned 14, (teenagers don't you love 'em. ) I just can't believe my lil brother is getting older. I remember when I was younger and all I wanted was a little brother or sister. And then I got my Alex... he was fun playing with and dressing him up like a girl (Alex you know that you liked it!) And now-a-days he says that I act like his mother I just like to think that I am a very wise older sister! Any who... Happy Birthday Alex and I hope you have a good day and get all that you want. I wish we could be there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;P.S. Alex also made the West Jordan baseball team! We are so proud of  you bud! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-444162176192940608?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/444162176192940608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=444162176192940608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/444162176192940608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/444162176192940608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-alex-and-congrats.html' title='Happy Birthday Alex... And Congrats!'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SNrg8Kc7SKI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/eVW6FE-SPeY/s72-c/023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-9104285161061231691</id><published>2008-09-17T19:57:00.022-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:35:12.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fun New Toys!</title><content type='html'>There are new outlets by our house and my favorite store was there... Coach! And my husband bought me a new fancy purse! If you can't buy me diamonds then you buy me Coach! Thanks honey. After the West Virginia trip I was not happy that I don't have a laptop anymore so, when we got home Eric decided to but ME a new computer. He didn't even ask me what kind I wanted all he said was, "How about getting you a Mac book pro?" Don't kid yourself honey... you may call this my computer but we both know that you secretly wanted this for you! And I am glad to take it! I love the Mac so far, my blogging is much more fun and editing my pictures and learning all the nifty tools on Macs is fun. If any of you are considering buying a new computer I recommend this one!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SNGwDY2tGOI/AAAAAAAAAVI/E1ACSyjAjEQ/s1600-h/DSC01054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SNGwDY2tGOI/AAAAAAAAAVI/E1ACSyjAjEQ/s320/DSC01054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247168613121333474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SNGvxbchZwI/AAAAAAAAAVA/EGqeNkwOS5U/s1600-h/DSC01053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SNGvxbchZwI/AAAAAAAAAVA/EGqeNkwOS5U/s320/DSC01053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247168304579176194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-9104285161061231691?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/9104285161061231691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=9104285161061231691&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/9104285161061231691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/9104285161061231691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-fun-new-toys.html' title='My Fun New Toys!'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SNGwDY2tGOI/AAAAAAAAAVI/E1ACSyjAjEQ/s72-c/DSC01054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-1655973647007472387</id><published>2008-09-17T19:57:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:51:05.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>West Virginia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SNGlvm7be3I/AAAAAAAAAUo/ptO4Fks32aw/s1600-h/DSC01049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SNGlvm7be3I/AAAAAAAAAUo/ptO4Fks32aw/s320/DSC01049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247157278185585522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric and I went to Charleston, West Virginia for the week because Eric needed to go down there for work. I really didn't know what to expect but let me tell you this... it SUCKED! The city was not very big and it is old and smelly. I didn't do much but sit in the hotel room channel surfing all day. I went to the mall one day and then I got a pedicure and manicure and that was about it (Tan, I miss our pedicure dates!) The only thing that brought my spirits up was there was a chili's restaurant and at that... it wasn't the best either. But we did find a really good family owned Italian restaurant. The rest of the trip was dreadful. I was going to kill Eric or he was going to kill me because of my nagging. I didn't have the internet or a computer at that matter. West Virginia has beautiful hills that are covered with big green trees but the city was old and smelly... like I said before. I think the smell came from this toilet that we found on somebody's front lawn. Ha! Ha! Eric and I were driving down this road and there was this mobile home and the owners put this toilet on their lawn and planted flowers in it. This picture sums up our whole trip. So, for those of you that wanted to go to West Virginia.. this is what you would see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-1655973647007472387?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/1655973647007472387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=1655973647007472387&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/1655973647007472387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/1655973647007472387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/09/west-virginia.html' title='West Virginia'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SNGlvm7be3I/AAAAAAAAAUo/ptO4Fks32aw/s72-c/DSC01049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-4093190313225389917</id><published>2008-09-17T19:57:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:32:15.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing the Family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SNGgYC3dixI/AAAAAAAAAUg/xSNd_MR63dg/s1600-h/0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SNGgYC3dixI/AAAAAAAAAUg/xSNd_MR63dg/s320/0320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247151375810136850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SNGfyrCOm-I/AAAAAAAAAUY/RJOxnY4z0Go/s1600-h/0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SNGfyrCOm-I/AAAAAAAAAUY/RJOxnY4z0Go/s320/0324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247150733757684706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SNGek_b6axI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/elXLhdGZQVQ/s1600-h/DSC01025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SNGek_b6axI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/elXLhdGZQVQ/s320/DSC01025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247149399204326162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SNGeDGrPCyI/AAAAAAAAAUA/KAHz_S2nacU/s1600-h/DSC01022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SNGeDGrPCyI/AAAAAAAAAUA/KAHz_S2nacU/s320/DSC01022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247148817032088354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are gone and settled into or new home we are starting to miss our family a lot!!&lt;div&gt;My family was nice enough to let us stay with them for a few days before we left. We were running around most of the time but I really appreciate you guys for taking us in. And I was really happy that I got to spend that time with my family before we left. I am going to miss being 2 minutes away and dropping in at anytime. Eric and I want to thank you guys for everything I mean everything that you have done for us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night before we left we went to dinner with Teresa, Bruce, Nick, Tanya and Olivia. It was weird saying goodbye, I didn't want to believe it. And the whole night I was fighting back the tears but as soon as we said goodbye to Teresa and Bruce the tears started to roll. Afterwards we went to Nick and Tan's to give Olivia her bath. I am going to miss hanging out over there. Me and Eric made ourselves right at home when we were over there. We put Olivia down to sleep and then chatted for awhile and then the time came to say goodbye to the two people that we knew that it was going to be the hardest to be away from. We gave our hugs and then Tanya started crying and then I started crying, this was the hardest thing that I have ever done. And then the following morning was even hard when my family took us to the airport and the tears kept rolling out of me. We miss you all so much and we are always thinking of you! Can't wait to see you all this Christmas..or sooner if your name is Teresa (Hi, mom!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-4093190313225389917?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/4093190313225389917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=4093190313225389917&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/4093190313225389917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/4093190313225389917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/09/missing-family.html' title='Missing the Family!'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SNGgYC3dixI/AAAAAAAAAUg/xSNd_MR63dg/s72-c/0320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-3210508577578801194</id><published>2008-09-12T10:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T10:53:35.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Copper Ridge Girls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMp96tWLL8I/AAAAAAAAAR0/Avh7zFscpf0/s1600-h/DSC01014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMp96tWLL8I/AAAAAAAAAR0/Avh7zFscpf0/s320/DSC01014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245143163584851906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most people may like their co-workers or they may not but I LOVE my co-workers! These pretty ladies have been the greatest gals to me! They all have touched my life in one way or another. They are all so special to me and I miss them so much. I was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;luckiest&lt;/span&gt; girl to have the chance to get to know them all. I want you girls to know that I think of you all the time and I wish I could be there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hangin&lt;/span&gt; out with you all (not working though!) If I could have anything I would want to be here but bring you with me but, we all know life isn't that way. I hope all is well and I miss our daily chats and giggles. I can not wait to see you all this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;! And let me know if anybody is pregnant again. (ha! ha!) In the words of our miss Jane! If you got um floss um! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-3210508577578801194?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/3210508577578801194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=3210508577578801194&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/3210508577578801194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/3210508577578801194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-copper-ridge-girls.html' title='My Copper Ridge Girls!'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMp96tWLL8I/AAAAAAAAAR0/Avh7zFscpf0/s72-c/DSC01014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-5512264111610968374</id><published>2008-09-12T09:32:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T21:41:12.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer has Come and Gone...And now we are gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMp47wDk93I/AAAAAAAAARs/EahKKuiYw-0/s1600-h/DSC01000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMp47wDk93I/AAAAAAAAARs/EahKKuiYw-0/s320/DSC01000.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245137683933886322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMp4ksUWCII/AAAAAAAAARk/E1chXyNws7U/s1600-h/DSC00999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMp4ksUWCII/AAAAAAAAARk/E1chXyNws7U/s320/DSC00999.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245137287793477762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMp4VZZ7NTI/AAAAAAAAARc/0lApvTgeNMA/s1600-h/DSC00996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMp4VZZ7NTI/AAAAAAAAARc/0lApvTgeNMA/s320/DSC00996.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245137025018574130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMp39tBjtLI/AAAAAAAAARU/de5NXKaiOIs/s1600-h/DSC00992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMp2JIRQP6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/sYjz7AipO-I/s320/DSC00974.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245134615237115810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric and I decided to really do it! We were moving across the country. We both were really excited not only being in a new part of the world but new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;experiences&lt;/span&gt; for us and the best was Eric was moving up in his company and he was getting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;experiences&lt;/span&gt; that he needs. Now, the best part of the move was that his company bubble- wrapped, packed and moved us. It still was nerve-racking though! All you that know about moving it is still stressful even if I wasn't the one actually moving it all. You have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coordinate&lt;/span&gt; everything, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;plane&lt;/span&gt; tickets with the apartment and the movers. Then you have to close all your accounts, change your address and the list go's on and on but, we did it! The first day the ladies came and packed us up and then the following day the movers came to load everything up in the truck. The movers were very nice and crazy. I have no idea how they got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;diesel&lt;/span&gt; truck right in front of our apartment but they did. It was liking watching Ice Truck Drivers. They were determined to get the truck down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; because if they couldn't they would have to pack all of our stuff in a smaller truck and then drive it up the hill and then load it in the big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;diesel&lt;/span&gt; truck which, would have taken twice the time. Our apartment building was built on a hill with very small parking lots. If somebody parked behind you there was no way for you to get out of your own parking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;stall&lt;/span&gt;. There was no way I thought a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;diesel&lt;/span&gt; truck could make it down the hill with the sharp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;turns&lt;/span&gt; and small lanes but, they did it! The movers where really nice but I thought I was going to have to kill them when they were trying to get my car into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;diesel&lt;/span&gt; truck. My poor car she has had a rough summer! My car has a sports kit on the bottom of it and as the guy was putting it in the truck he scrapped the bottom of my car. Finally, they had Eric put it the truck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; the guy wasn't really good with a stick and kept stalling it. Eric got it in safe and sound with no more scratches. It was the weirdest feeling when the movers drove away with all our stuff! I told Eric to wave and say goodbye to all our things because there might be a chance that we might never see it again. We of course insured our things but you still you have no control over anything once its out of your hands. No worries though, everything got to out new home safe and sound. Nothing was broken or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;stolen&lt;/span&gt;. We were really lucky. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-5512264111610968374?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/5512264111610968374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=5512264111610968374&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/5512264111610968374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/5512264111610968374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/09/summer-has-come-and-goneand-now-we-are.html' title='Summer has Come and Gone...And now we are gone.'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMp47wDk93I/AAAAAAAAARs/EahKKuiYw-0/s72-c/DSC01000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-6231701035855901896</id><published>2008-09-10T23:31:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:09:48.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Edward!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMiSbiXno-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/r7mVs2_KrtE/s1600-h/DSC00926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244602767852938210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMiSbiXno-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/r7mVs2_KrtE/s320/DSC00926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me tell you a little story....most of you probably all ready know this story and most of you have had the pleasure to see me act out this story (which was quite entertaining to most of you!) I have been told that I act like an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt; when I tell this story. So... I was taking a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pilate's&lt;/span&gt; class in the spring and my teacher saw my new car! S40 Volvo Turbo! She was looking for a new car to help save on gas and she liked my car. A girl over heard our conversation and was so impressed with my car and then suddenly asked if I had read the Twilight books. I have heard of them of course. I know them as the vampire books but I had not read them. (I am not much of a reader) I told her. Well, she went onto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;explain&lt;/span&gt; that she works for a book store and the last book is coming out in August and the main character in the book Edward (the love interest) had a silver &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Volvo&lt;/span&gt; in the book. She asked me if she could use my car as a prop for the book release. I gave her my number and told her to give me a call and we would go from there. Well, 4 months went by and sure enough she gave me a call asking if she could still use my car. I told her that I was coming home from Lake Powell that day and I would try to get home as fast as I could and then we could talk more before I decided to do it or not. So, here is what I was thinking.. I had read the first book "Twilight" and I was totally sucked into the book and wanted to read more. And I won't lie, I thought it was kind of cool that Edward had my car... by the way I am an Edward Fan! And I wanted to be nice. But on the other hand I did not want anything to happen to my car. I am very protective over my property! Because I know that some people do not have an respect for other peoples property. So, Eric and I hurried and washed my car and took it to the&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; girl&lt;/span&gt; and her and I had a little chat. She explained to me that there would be 2 people all night watching my car and that there would be a taped-off area where people could not cross. And then she also wanted to decorate my car. We discussed what she could do and not do and both agreed that I would put the decorations on my car. So, I felt comfortable and fine and as I was walking outside there was about 10 girls surrounding my car decorating it. I raced over and said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;excuse&lt;/span&gt; me..... I said that I would be decorating it! The&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;stopped and I told them no more decorations. Eric and I took some pictures of my car before we left (it looked pretty cute) and then I watched the volunteer sit down next to my car and we finally left when I felt assured. The girl wanted my car from 7 tell 2 am, I said no way! I told her that I would be back at 11:30 to come and get it! Eric and I went to go get pizza for dinner and then go to my parents to unload the boat from Powell. So, it was 11:30 and I called the gal to let her know that I was on my way to come get my car, she informed me that my car was fine and that it was a huge hit. There was a crowed surrounding my car taking pictures and screaming. It was like my car was a movie star (freaks!) And just to let you know I was in my PJ's with no make-up, I had not showered yet form Powell so you can only imagine what I looked like. The plan when we got there was I was going stay in Eric's car and then he would get in my car. As we were pulling up the biggest fear that I had came true! Eric was still driving and I saw this guy JUMP and SIT on my freaking (sorry mom) car! I ran out looking the way I explained and I forgot I had no shoes on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;either!&lt;/span&gt; I raced over to the guy and now there was a girl sitting on my car with him. I reached towards him and told him to get the freak off my car(again sorry mom.) The guy looked at me....still sitting on my car! I finally reached for his shirt and pulled him off myself! And at that time his shoe left a huge black mark all down my car!! I asked the dude what the hell was he thinking? This is MY CAR! I screamed! What are you doing, you don't sit on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;somebodies&lt;/span&gt; car. And look you just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;scratched&lt;/span&gt; my car. The guy kept telling me to calm down. By now I had figured out that the dude is suppose to be Edward and the girl is dressed up to be Bella. Then all of a sudden this lady comes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of me and has the nerve to tell me to calm down. I said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Excuse&lt;/span&gt; me! DO NOT TELL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; TO CALM DOWN! She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;continued&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;explain&lt;/span&gt; with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;smirk&lt;/span&gt; on her face that they were just "JUST" taking a picture. I told her that you do not sit on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;somebodies&lt;/span&gt; car, especially the hood. You know why? The hood of a car is thin, do you know why? Because the engine needs to breath with how hot it gets with the engine going so the hood is made out of aluminum(well mine is.) And all she could do is tell me to calm down and that it was not a big deal. I wanted to put a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; dent in her camera (I still do!) By now I started crying while looking at her with pure discuss as she laughed at me. Have you ever been around people who are so dumb and do not get it that it makes you dumbfounded? Well, that is how I felt. By now Eric showed up and I explained what was going on. Oh, did I tell you that there was about 80 people watching this scene. I was pacing back and forth as Eric started to take charge of the situation. And the volunteer had the nerve to come up to me and say, "I thought it would be okay for them to take a picture." I looked at him and said wasn't it your job to make sure that nobody I mean NOBODY not even Edward and Bella to touch my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; car. And the volunteer guy was like 30 years old you think that an older guy would know that you do not sit on the hood of a car! Yet again I am still dumbfounded. People &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; DUMB! Finally, the gal who was responsible for my car came over and updated her on the huge problem that she now had. Eric told her that the streak from Edwards shoe came off but that there was a huge dent in the hood along with a hand dent. Eric asked Mr. Edward if he could feel the hood actually indent when he sat on it? Mr. Edward said "Ya, I guess" Eric then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;proceeded&lt;/span&gt; to show him and the rest of people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;responsible&lt;/span&gt; the huge dent in the hood. The following day I took it up to the best Body Shop in Utah who happens to be my dad's best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;. New Image Body and Paint and he told me that he was hoping that we could send my car to the dent master but the damage was too big. It was a total of $1500 dollars to fix. They had to order a new hood and then match the paint to the bumper and they also put a new clear bra on my car. I felt bad that it cost that much but then again I didn't feel bad. I just was really lucky that the girl took full resposiblity and Edward even pitched in to help her. The only thing is that I still have no desire to finish the books, Edward has made me really mad! Now when this all went down my mom laughed at me. She told me that I had every reason to be upset but she said that I need to calm down when I am upset with complete strangers because one day it might kick me in the butt. I hate saying this but, she is right. A few days later my parents were taking a walk around the neighborhood and stopped by some friends of theirs to chat and they started to tell my parents that their neice was Bella at the book release and that some girl freaked out on them. My parents started laughing and proudly said, "Ya, that was Abby!" I hate whem mom's are right. But, I did write the girl that was responsible for my car a thank you card. I can be a nice girl just don't sit on my car and we will be fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMiSJbICx_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/iypwmr-zICw/s1600-h/DSC00930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244602456670914546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMiSJbICx_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/iypwmr-zICw/s320/DSC00930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-6231701035855901896?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/6231701035855901896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=6231701035855901896&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/6231701035855901896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/6231701035855901896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hate-edward.html' title='I Hate Edward!'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMiSbiXno-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/r7mVs2_KrtE/s72-c/DSC00926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-5553453078244907368</id><published>2008-09-10T22:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:40:44.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Powell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SM0-dCOhY8I/AAAAAAAAATE/qUVzJEf0B2A/s1600-h/DSC00388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SM0-dCOhY8I/AAAAAAAAATE/qUVzJEf0B2A/s320/DSC00388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245917809491403714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SM0-R1UVvEI/AAAAAAAAAS8/3BRrr9v591c/s1600-h/DSC00414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SM0-R1UVvEI/AAAAAAAAAS8/3BRrr9v591c/s320/DSC00414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245917617047583810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SM0-AbF302I/AAAAAAAAAS0/YwKxbsQrDVA/s1600-h/DSC00435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SM0-AbF302I/AAAAAAAAAS0/YwKxbsQrDVA/s320/DSC00435.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245917317949805410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SM0907uXOMI/AAAAAAAAASs/Dj8ETLYCbTs/s1600-h/DSC00432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SM0907uXOMI/AAAAAAAAASs/Dj8ETLYCbTs/s320/DSC00432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245917120551139522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SM09qyIikQI/AAAAAAAAASk/hNNUZaEgGpA/s1600-h/DSC00429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SM09qyIikQI/AAAAAAAAASk/hNNUZaEgGpA/s320/DSC00429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245916946177888514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SM09gLib1_I/AAAAAAAAASc/xnMYQtf8Cx0/s1600-h/DSC00408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SM09gLib1_I/AAAAAAAAASc/xnMYQtf8Cx0/s320/DSC00408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245916764018825202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SM09SOeaZrI/AAAAAAAAASU/AgLNEsYJP9Q/s1600-h/DSC00404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SM09SOeaZrI/AAAAAAAAASU/AgLNEsYJP9Q/s320/DSC00404.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245916524289091250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SM09ENncT8I/AAAAAAAAASM/xWBttcm7G9U/s1600-h/DSC00390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SM09ENncT8I/AAAAAAAAASM/xWBttcm7G9U/s320/DSC00390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245916283540361154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SM07308RgBI/AAAAAAAAAR8/24F3-4Lm-ck/s1600-h/DSC00383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SM07308RgBI/AAAAAAAAAR8/24F3-4Lm-ck/s320/DSC00383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245914971246788626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you people who know me pretty well, you know that I love to go to Lake Powell! If I cannot go to Hawaii or place like that, I want to be at Powell. My family bought a houseboat down there about 5 years ago and we go down every year for a week. Last year we didn't go because of our wedding (which i guess is okay). It was to0 close to our wedding date. So, I was going to make sure that I was going this year (whether Eric was sick or not...just kidding. Love you babe). You cannot beat Lake Powell water, there isn't any better water to ski on. For you people who really know me I am NOT a morning person. If I do not have to get up early then I don't. I love to sleep! But for smooth water I will and want to wake up at 6am to ski. I thought I did pretty well this year. I have not skied for 2 years and I got up on my slalom ski the on the first pull and tried to cut the best I could...nobody can cut the way my dad can but I think I am cool, at least for a chick! The wake board definitely kicked my butt this year. Alex learned to finally clear the wake (way to go Big Al). Blake and John were pressuring Alex to do a back flip but he didn't feel like it. My cousin Blake is amazing on the wake board. He should be pro. All his nifty tricks are pretty fun to watch. He makes it look so easy to do.  My other cousin John jumped off a 65 foot cliff in our little cove, can I say he is loco! My dad found a twenty foot cliff and he told me to go and jump off that one. I thought no big deal it didn't look so high but as soon as I climbed on top it took me a few minutes to get the courage to jump. See, I am not afraid of heights but every time I jump into water I get a stomach ache because when I was little I took swimming lessons and when we would practice diving I would ALWAYS I mean ALWAYS would do a belly-flop and to this day I still can not dive and I get that ache in my tummy when you would belly-flop. On the boat, we did the usual: played cards, floated around the house boat listening to some music, reading, laying out, napping, and at nights my dad brings his projector with his homemade white screen that sits on top of the houseboat and we watch our nightly premier. One thing we did forget to bring was some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;floaties&lt;/span&gt; for us girls to layout with while chilling on the water. So, somebody came up with the idea of taking our life jackets and putting them upside down, you put the arms through your legs and zip it up. It is quite attractive! Kinda looks like a huge diaper..not that i would know what this is like (Eric you can take it from here.)  Another favorite part of the trip is making fun of my mom (sorry mom!)  She is so silly but she is a trooper! My mom doesn't really like Lake Powell. This is not her kind of vacation because she still has to clean and cook.. I don't blame her on that but she only gets in the water maybe once the whole time we are there. She takes a shower everyday and then she puts her cute curlers in her hair. Like I have stated before I do not like to camp but being on a houseboat is not that bad to me, but my mom does it for my dad. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;! she loves him! (sorry mom but you do! Even if you do not like to mention it.) Another fun part about this year was that we saw our old neighbors and I saw my good friend Jane and her family. And I actually got to go fishing with her and her family! When she was coming to get me I thought that we would be on a fishing boat relaxing eating and chatting....boy was I in for a surprise! If I would have known I was going fishing with EXTREME fisherman I would have practiced my fisherman techniques (I have been eyeing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BassMasters&lt;/span&gt; on ESPN2). Jane and her family was on a ski boat that had a huge, loud engine. And what they did was look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;forwhat&lt;/span&gt; I think they called boils? (Jane help) What we did was race down the channel and look for these boils and race back and forth to each one and then they would hurry and grab their poles and cast them out ASAP and it was like 'stop drop and roll' if you were in the way. I told Jane that I was not fisherman so I was in amazement watching her and her family fish! And I never, I mean never, have see people catch so many fish at one time. I think they caught about 35 fish that night, not to mention the 50 fish they caught the night before! GO RAT FAMILY! And of course I had to do something to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;embaress&lt;/span&gt; myself. Cole so trustworthy had me reel in his fish and the line snapped and the fish got away. (Sorry Cole) And then I asked Jane if anyone has caught somebodies face while getting ready to cast and sure enough 2 minutes later her sister-in-law got her hook stuck in the back of Jane's head! ouch! But of course Jane is a tough chick and didn't let it get her down. (Sorry Jane.) I had a blast with Jane and her family although I didn't do much but be in the way but I was just entertained watching them go! And I especially grateful I got some extra time to spend with Jane! (I miss you!) So, this Lake Powell trip was fabulous except the fact that I left my poor sick husband behind. Eric and I had Great Harvest on Monday for lunch and Tuesday morning he got really sick. He was throwing up all day long. The poor guy even had his finals that week and had to take 2 on Tuesday so he could go to Lake Powell on Wednesday with me, but he could only make it through one final and he almost didn't make it through that one. During the test he had to run out and find a restroom to throw-up in but he could only make it to a garbage can in the hall with people watching, ha ha! (It is funny now but not then.) Things only got worse for Eric. Later that day when he hadn't eaten or drank anything since Monday night and the pain was more then he could bear. An IV, three bags of sodium chloride, shot of nausea medicine, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;some morphine&lt;/span&gt; later...Eric was feeling much better.  He needed the third bag in order to fulfill the Dr's order of the urine test. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt; said that he had either food poisoning or a virus. That following morning he was feeling much better but he had to stay to take his other final on Thursday and told me that I could still go. That was very sweet of him! He knows how much I wanted to go and how much I love to water ski! He is a good husband I felt bad that I left him behind but he survived and so did I!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-5553453078244907368?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/5553453078244907368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=5553453078244907368&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/5553453078244907368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/5553453078244907368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/09/lake-powell.html' title='Lake Powell'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SM0-dCOhY8I/AAAAAAAAATE/qUVzJEf0B2A/s72-c/DSC00388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-8396473799606332169</id><published>2008-09-10T21:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:54:49.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson Hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMh3sNfR5sI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Nwqe9ZoGKKs/s1600-h/DSC00850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMh3sNfR5sI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Nwqe9ZoGKKs/s320/DSC00850.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244573367491749570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fun trip we took with Nick, Tan and Olivia was to Jackson Hole..which was another place I had never been to. On the drive we saw the Tetons and fields of yellow flowers. When we finally arrived we ate at the Cadillac Grill and we all had juicy hamburgers. Then we roamed around the quaint town. We found the Elk Anteler Arches and had to take some pictures with a stuffed Bison. After walking around we (the girls) had to take a bathroom brea. We found a public restroom we we could relieve ourselves. Inside there was a lady waiting in line and she told me that someone was already in the ladies bathrom and that she had been waiting for awhile now, I politely said, "Okay," and Eric and I carried on our conversation as we waited with the lady. A few minutes later the lady got really fidgety and sighed really loudly and then all of a sudden ran out the door and down the stairs.  Eric's eyes got huge and a smirk grew on his face. "She totally just peed her pants!" he said. I felt so bad for her. I now how she feels....well I usually pee my pants when I am laughing uncontrollably... but still in a non-Billy Madison-world, peeing your pants is not very cool. After what seemed like an hour,  a woman with 5 kids finally exited the lavatory. No wonder it was taking so long. After that weird ordeal we walked around some more and I saw a sign that said Old Times Photos! I have never had that chance to get one and I wanted one soooo badly. I pleaded with Eric and Nick... they were not really up to it but I would not take "No" to this one. Tanya and I had fun getting in our outfits. I had a scandalous outfit that made my boobs look huge...Eric couldn't help but stare...typical guy. I also had money in my hand..typical girl!(Editor's Note: It was fake money but don't let her know that.) Miss Tan was having the opposite problem with her costume. She was truley blessed in the area that I wasn't so she went with a more conservative outfit that was so cute int he picture but in person the colors of her outfit was so hilarious. Eric was an Outlaw ha! ha! I am sorry but he has too much of a baby face to look like an outlaw, course so did Billy the Kid and he was a total badass so i guess i could work. Nick was a Naughty Preist, which means he had a bible in one hand and then Jack Daniel's in another. I think he played this part pretty well!  The cute little Olivia was in a cute outfit with a feather headband and she did WONDERFULLY (editor's note: adverb) in the picture. I think she wanted to do the pictures as much as I did. I will have to scan the picture to get in on the blog so you all can see how cute it turned out! Whether they will admit it or not, i know the boys enjoyed it to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-8396473799606332169?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/8396473799606332169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=8396473799606332169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/8396473799606332169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/8396473799606332169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/09/jackson-hole.html' title='Jackson Hole'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMh3sNfR5sI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Nwqe9ZoGKKs/s72-c/DSC00850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-5914178510142714852</id><published>2008-09-10T19:19:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:25:29.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Island Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMhgeuKD4TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9daz_yXKWxU/s320/DSC_1478.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244547846975512882" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer Eric, Nick, Tanya, Olivia, Bruce, Teresa and I all went up to Island Park; which is about 30 miles away from Yellowstone. Eric and Nick used to go up to Island Park as a kids and camp with their family and Teresa wanted to start that tradition again. Thankfully, we got a cabin, I am not much of a camper, especially in a tent. We drove up to Island Park and it took us forever. We were cooking along with the drive until just about Idaho Falls, and then we hit a serisous accident; a semi had tipped over on the highway which sent us on a 20 mile detour.  After we finally got back on the freeway, traffic came to another stop...yup, construction. I thought we would never reach the cabin. Finally, we did and I saw the amazing Northern Lights. It was so beautiful. The cabin was nice and the backyard faced a golf course, which Eric loved. The first day we were there we took a float trip. It was a very calm river... I am talkin snails move faster than this river. Which was good because I don't know how Olivia would handle the extreme river waters. The scenery was gorgeous! All the tress, flowers and little fishies (as I would say to Olivia). Bruce was our captain, Eric the first mate, Nick and Teresa skipper 1 and skipper 2 and of course Olivia, Tanya, and I were the precious cargo!  Tanya and I were trying to keep Olivia entertained. The fun river raft was to boring for her, except for Gatorade and all of our snacks. As Tanya and I were trying to keep Olivia occupied I was attempting to take pictures of the scenery and then I accidentally dropped my camera on the edge of the raft, down where the water sits. I have know idea how long it was sitting in the water and then about 2 minutes later Tanya dropped her camera too. We are bunch of goofballs. After the raft ride we raced home and got our blowdryers, hopefully to dry out the cameras. Thankfully, they both 'work.' Mine you can see the viewing screen only if you are in the sun but at least it still takes pictures. Later that day Eric and I went to Mesa Falls to check out the beautiful waterfalls. Everybody else went the day before and said that it was worth going to see. It had a gorgeous waterfall with a rainbow surrounding a beautiful mountainside. Eric said it looked like how he imagined Ireland would look.  Hopefully, we get the chance to go to ireland so that we can make a more educated comparison.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMhktXY-VFI/AAAAAAAAAO4/KLROxF93oMw/s320/IMG_1043.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244552496608597074" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMhhh-_eRoI/AAAAAAAAAOo/T6bHY3DkfUQ/s320/IMG_1046.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244549002545743490" /&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/5375287828317874717-5914178510142714852?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/5914178510142714852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=5914178510142714852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/5914178510142714852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/5914178510142714852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/09/island-park_10.html' title='Island Park'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMhgeuKD4TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9daz_yXKWxU/s72-c/DSC_1478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-741173237848783667</id><published>2008-09-10T19:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:56:32.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellowstone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMhpPoIrgoI/AAAAAAAAAPo/3NaJ32FrGOI/s1600-h/IMG_0978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMhpPoIrgoI/AAAAAAAAAPo/3NaJ32FrGOI/s320/IMG_0978.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244557483265720962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMhoxaQfx0I/AAAAAAAAAPg/POmnkMbbU-A/s1600-h/DSC_1515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMhoxaQfx0I/AAAAAAAAAPg/POmnkMbbU-A/s320/DSC_1515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244556964144334658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The following day Eric took me through the main loop of Yellowstone. Having never been to Yellowston, I was way excited. First, we stopped to see the Norris Geyser which was stinky. Then we went the grand canyon which was amazing. The waterfall and the canyon was so peaceful. That was my favorite part! Then we went to the Yellowstone Lake and saw a lot of bison and they were huge! I seriously had one about 15 feet away from us. I just was hoping that it would get pissed at me and charge towards that car. NOT! We finally made our way to the legend Old Faithful. That was pretty cool to see. We probably waited for 30 minutes to see the eruption, but it was definately. Eric told me that it is getting harder for them to predict the eruption.  When Eric was their before they could predict the eruption pretty much down to the minute.  By the end I was sick of being in the car but I was glad that I finally got to see Yellowstone. I probably will go again when we have kids. Well, I don't know if I could be in the car with my kids that long.... I guess I will have to wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-741173237848783667?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/741173237848783667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=741173237848783667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/741173237848783667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/741173237848783667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/09/yellowstone.html' title='Yellowstone!'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMhpPoIrgoI/AAAAAAAAAPo/3NaJ32FrGOI/s72-c/IMG_0978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-3416010929235699364</id><published>2008-09-06T22:13:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:02:06.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The John Mayer Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMM5SV0_soI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ypQrI79BFQk/s320/DSC00796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243097378449240706" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMM4-647VLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uOkj0C-Hh10/s1600-h/DSC00792.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Eric and my family and I decided to go to the John Mayer Concert! I was so excited to go because I love John Mayer and I had never been to one of his concerts before and his opening act was Colbie Caillat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMM4-647VLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uOkj0C-Hh10/s1600-h/DSC00792.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; who is fabulous! I was kind of &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMM4-647VLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uOkj0C-Hh10/s1600-h/DSC00792.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;disappointed &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMM4-647VLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uOkj0C-Hh10/s1600-h/DSC00792.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;because I wanted to spend the extra dough to sit upfront because of course Eric and my mom weren't going to budge because Eric thinks that the sound sucks "ya ya whatever he is just&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMM4-647VLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uOkj0C-Hh10/s1600-h/DSC00792.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMM9YCtK76I/AAAAAAAAAHE/v3HVbJBtsCI/s320/DSC00805.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243101874441875362" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMM4-647VLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uOkj0C-Hh10/s1600-h/DSC00792.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; cheap." It was Alex's first concert and I don't think this was his kind of concert "as you can tell  from the picture. And i am not quite sure what my dad thought? Not only did I enjoy John's concert, but I saw one of my good friends the beautiful Jessica. Eric and I were walking to get some drinks and all of a sudden I heard this loud scream ABBBY!! And I just knew that it had to be my jessica, she is the funniest gal I know and her husband is the sweetest guy. We sat and chatted for awhile and come to find out she had 3rd row seats. I was so jealous. I wanted to feel the sweat off&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMM96MU3hMI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jqvHY7Juq14/s320/DSC00792.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243102461139846338" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMM4-647VLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uOkj0C-Hh10/s1600-h/DSC00792.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; of John's face just like she did. Oh well I guess I survived. But it was so great that I saw Jess and John. I just wish I got to spend more time with her. She was my partner in crime back in the day.&lt;/a&gt; I also saw my friend Rachel at the concert. I cheered with her. She is the cutest thing ever. All and all it was a good family event! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-3416010929235699364?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/3416010929235699364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=3416010929235699364&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/3416010929235699364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/3416010929235699364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/09/john-mayer-concert.html' title='The John Mayer Concert'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMM5SV0_soI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ypQrI79BFQk/s72-c/DSC00796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-6211052019919952177</id><published>2008-09-06T21:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:48:23.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NFL Week 1 Picks</title><content type='html'>Sports Gals' Picks-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Detroit Lions v. Atlanta Falcons - Detriot Lions because lions can eat falcons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seattle SeaHawks v. Buffalo Bills - Seattle will win because i am not even sure what a 'Bill' is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NY Jets v. Miami Dolphins - Jets because Favre may be old, but he is still a stud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NE Patriots v KC Chiefs - because we love Tom. Duh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO Saints v. TB Bucs - Saints will win because Reggie Bush is dating Kim Kardashian and nobody has a bigger bootie than Kim...not even J-Lo and that has to account for something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SL Rams v. Philly Eagles - E-A-G-L-E-S! Eagles. because now i have to represent the east-side. (shut-up Nick)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Houston Texans v. Pittsburgh Steelers - Pittsburgh..because if i don't i will get shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jax Jaguars v. Tennessee Titans - Jags beacuse i love their uniforms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baltimore Ravens v. Cincinnati Bengals - Baltimore because those amigos are loco...Ocho Cinco baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carolina Panthers v. SD Chargers - San Diego because Playboy gal, Kendra, is their No. 1 Fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arizona Cardinals v. SF 49ers - San Francisco eventhough Smith isn't the starter he will get his job back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dallas Cowboys v. Cleveland Browns - Dallas because i would rather be a would rather be a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader.  nice boots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicago Bears v. indianapolis Colts - because Peyton is pretty good...it sucks but it is the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minnesota Vikings v. GB Packers - Green Bay because the game is at Lambeau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Denver Broncos v. Oakland Raiders - Denver because eventhough i hate Denver, Oakland is just terrible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eric's Picks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Detroit Lions v. Atlanta Falcons - I mean Jon Kitna is bad enough...i can't believe this game isn't televised..not.  Lions -5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seattle Sea Hawks v. Buffalo Bills - Matt Hasslebeck is the third best QB in the league...the Bills don't have the third best anything. Seattle by 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NY Jets v. Miami Dolphins - BRETT is a JET JET JET!  With that said...Miami let John Beck go, replaced him with Pennington and are expecting to win..Jets -9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NE Patriots v. KC Chiefs - Well let me think..is Brodie Croyle still in the league? This is easy Pats -14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TB Bucs v. NO Saints - New Orleans hasn't played good football since Katrina...i think Gustav is just what they needed to get their game in gear. Saints -5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;StL Rams v. Philly Eagles - Philly..but i hope for a barn burner because i have Torry Holt and McNabb on my fantasy team...Big Bucks Big Bucks, No Whammies, no whammies. STOP! Eagles -6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Houston Texans v. Pittsburgh Steelers - Interesting matchup ...seems like one i had earlier this year, and as with my decision earlier, this one will go the same Pittsburgh by 7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jax Jaguars v. Tennessee Titans - The Titans will have a fresh new running game, and VY will begin his breakout season.  Titans -3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baltimore Ravens v. Cincinnati Bengals - a match up like this hasn't been seen since the recent version of the Longest Yard.  This game will contain an acquitted murderer, and several assault charges for Baltimore...Cincy is mainly non-violent crimes...except Chris Henry...who should be easier to tackle with his ankle monitor on.  Joe Flacco....hmmm...Cincy -7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carolina Panthers v. SD Chargers - Carolina will be better this year with Del-homer returning, but SD should be AFC Championship bound v. my Pats...SD -11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arizona Cardinals v. SF 49ers - huh...don't care...SF - even&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dallas Cowboys v. Cleveland Browns - Anderson won't be as good as he was last year...Cowboys romp early and often. 'Boys -12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicago Bears v. Indianapolis Colts - Do Kyle Orton and Rex even count as starting QBs? how do you make that decision?  Colts -8 (with or without Peyton)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minnesota Vikings v. GB Packers - Adrian Petersen will not run over the Packers D but he will gain just enough to win in a tight one...Vikes -3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Denver Broncos v. Oakland Raiders - I can't stand either of these teams...but if Jay Cutler is back after losing something like 20lbs due to Diabetes then i will have to choose Denver...eventhough i hate them.  Broncos -7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-6211052019919952177?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/6211052019919952177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=6211052019919952177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/6211052019919952177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/6211052019919952177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/09/nfl-week-1-picks.html' title='NFL Week 1 Picks'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-6681950465599391790</id><published>2008-07-21T17:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T17:27:52.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aye Carumba, Mamma Mia</title><content type='html'>Okay for all of you men out there this one is for you...I have experienced the most awkward moment of my life in a movie theatre.  Last weekend, while i was doing manly things (golfing), she decided that she would like to go see the movie &lt;em&gt;Mamma Mia&lt;/em&gt; with her Gra&lt;a href="http://library.thinkquest.org/05aug/00103/playbill_mammamia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://library.thinkquest.org/05aug/00103/playbill_mammamia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ndma.  I figured, what the hell, i can stomach ABBA for an hour and a half.  Well if only the music were the problem.  During the whole movie i had the distinguished pleasure of sitting in front of what I now not-so-fondly refer to as the 'Dancin Nancies'.  Believe me when i tell you that there is nothing more emasculating that sitting in front of a man who konws every single word to every ABBA song, and insists on singing them into my unsuspecting ear.  Literally, during the whole movie I felt like Bjorn from ABBA was singing in a nice, whispery voice directly into my ear.  As if this wasn't bad enough...everytime a song came on that they really enjoyed, like Dancing Queen, they decided singing wasn't enough of an expression of their love. Nope, they needed to stand up, clap and dance in aisle.   What a spectacle. Had this happened in Salt Lake, I am certain there would have been bloodshed.  Has anyone else experienced anything like this before, (Allan this last line doesn't apply to you.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-6681950465599391790?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/6681950465599391790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=6681950465599391790&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/6681950465599391790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/6681950465599391790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/07/aye-carumba-mamma-mia.html' title='Aye Carumba, Mamma Mia'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-123197437874304059</id><published>2008-07-17T20:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:00:41.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take or Bring...What is your opinion?</title><content type='html'>For the past few months i have been stewing over a certain grammatical &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;faux pas&lt;/span&gt;.  I need to know for a fact whether it is 'take' or 'bring'.  Each verb have there uses and being the diplomatic person that i am, i like to make sure that i am using each fairly, as not to upset the Lexicon gods...anyway...read this next sentence and tell me which one is the proper use because it has been killing me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am bringing Abby lunch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am taking Abby lunch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a vote and settle this for once!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-123197437874304059?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/123197437874304059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=123197437874304059&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/123197437874304059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/123197437874304059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/07/take-or-bringwhat-is-your-opinion.html' title='Take or Bring...What is your opinion?'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-3579331280483010060</id><published>2008-07-05T22:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T23:20:24.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://braino.org/me/wp-content/0607_fireworks_green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://braino.org/me/wp-content/0607_fireworks_green.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy 4th of July!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the 4th Eric and I went to his moms for a BBQ and fun! Then after the party we went to sugarhouse park to watch the fireworks. Nick, Tanya and little Olivia went with us. And can I tell you that Olivia was so cute to watch. She was so excited watching the fireworks. Her little eyes were in amazement as she watched the "big boo's," as she would call them, and then she preceded to clap at the ones she liked. It was a great 4th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-3579331280483010060?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/3579331280483010060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=3579331280483010060&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/3579331280483010060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/3579331280483010060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th-of-july-for-4th-eric-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-843944698870378181</id><published>2008-07-05T20:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:36:52.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SHAUjN3JFwI/AAAAAAAAADA/0Ra70wnjfpo/s1600-h/DSC00748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SHAUjN3JFwI/AAAAAAAAADA/0Ra70wnjfpo/s320/DSC00748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219694563371325186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SHAURSSBwJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0GoAt2WMn18/s1600-h/DSC00745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SHAURSSBwJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0GoAt2WMn18/s320/DSC00745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219694255320187026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SHAT_oObWDI/AAAAAAAAACw/HKaB2utgDQw/s1600-h/DSC00744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SHAT_oObWDI/AAAAAAAAACw/HKaB2utgDQw/s320/DSC00744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219693951973021746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SHATnC-1aQI/AAAAAAAAACo/xg3nSIqcjDk/s1600-h/DSC00741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SHATnC-1aQI/AAAAAAAAACo/xg3nSIqcjDk/s320/DSC00741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219693529658648834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father's Day&lt;br /&gt;My dad wanted to go to Park City on Father's Day to go and play on the Olympic bobsled track, zip-lines and slide. The funniest part about the whole day was when my dad had sit in Eric's lap in the bobsled. I guess the the tallest person had to be in the back... and since my dad isn't very tall he had to sit in front of Eric. It looked like Eric was holding dad in his place. Eric wasn't going to let anything happen to dad! After the bobsled, my dad, my mom, Alex and I went on the zip-line and of course, I lost. Then we did the slide and mom was soooo slow. We all went first and mom was last, we waited for a good 5 minutes and she still hadn't come down yet.  We thought that she had fallen off the track. She took her sweet time gazing over the scenery she didn't care about going fast or winning. She is such a goofball. All and all it was a good day. I highly recommend the Olympic Park.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-843944698870378181?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/843944698870378181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=843944698870378181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/843944698870378181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/843944698870378181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/07/fathers-day-my-dad-wanted-to-go-to-park.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SHAUjN3JFwI/AAAAAAAAADA/0Ra70wnjfpo/s72-c/DSC00748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-7792858814454131109</id><published>2008-07-04T13:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T01:31:03.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ode To Tanya</title><content type='html'>I have been putting off the starting of our blog. Eric and I have been so busy or I haven't been in the mood...which is always the case. But thanks to Tanya who sat my butt down last night and showed me everything you need to know about blogging. She was a great teacher! So if you think our blog is cute, which I think it's adorable then thank Mrs. Tanya. I think Eric owes her the biggest thanks because he didn't have to deal with me and he got to play rock band with nick for two hours.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Tan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-7792858814454131109?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/7792858814454131109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=7792858814454131109&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/7792858814454131109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/7792858814454131109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/07/ode-to-tanya.html' title='An Ode To Tanya'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-5680515168646394947</id><published>2008-07-04T02:05:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:36:53.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SG5YnXVDQjI/AAAAAAAAACY/8DduAoX6a2o/s1600-h/DSC00592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SG5YnXVDQjI/AAAAAAAAACY/8DduAoX6a2o/s320/DSC00592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219206451469435442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SG2_6aERnfI/AAAAAAAAABg/JRql3vU7e84/s1600-h/DSC00691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SG2_6aERnfI/AAAAAAAAABg/JRql3vU7e84/s320/DSC00691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219038553342844402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric and I went to Cancun for our belated honeymoon! It was fabulous! We had a nice relaxing vacation. We laid out on the beautiful beach, ate good food and went swimming with the dolphins. The only issue we had was dealing taxi drivers who enjoyed ripping us off. Freakin Mexico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-5680515168646394947?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/5680515168646394947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=5680515168646394947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/5680515168646394947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/5680515168646394947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/07/cancun-eric-and-i-went-to-cancun-for.html' title='Cancun!'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SG5YnXVDQjI/AAAAAAAAACY/8DduAoX6a2o/s72-c/DSC00592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-3419555146825151235</id><published>2008-07-04T00:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T02:43:40.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pittsburgh here we come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.busbank.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/pittsburgh4.jpg"&gt;Eric and I are moving to the big steel town "Pittsburgh." We are really excited for this change but we will miss our family and friends greatly. Eric's company offered him a new position and are willing to pay for his masters! It was a hard offer to deny. We went out to P town to make sure it was up to our standards.. ha! ha! It was different but beautiful.  As you can tell from the picture it is a fast pace city but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pittsburgh&lt;/span&gt; also offers a beautiful countryside. Eric and I went to a Pirates and Braves game when we were in town, it was pretty cool. That was the first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;professional&lt;/span&gt; baseball game that we had been to. I have feeling that we will be at a lot of those games. But all Eric cares about is if there is a golf course near by, he's not hard to please. We are not exactly sure when we are moving but it will be some time in August, so it's getting down to the wire and I need to get my butt in gear. But before we move to Pittsburgh Eric want's everyone to know that we are NOT steelers fans. We may not come home alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://blog.busbank.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/pittsburgh4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5375287828317874717-3419555146825151235?l=ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/feeds/3419555146825151235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5375287828317874717&amp;postID=3419555146825151235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/3419555146825151235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5375287828317874717/posts/default/3419555146825151235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericandabbyadams.blogspot.com/2008/07/bhovfds-bhosf.html' title='Pittsburgh here we come!'/><author><name>Abby and Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250296332171763258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EfWJ2tjCgik/SMMmdsFDfkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R7UZTRvDQMM/S220/A%26E+E+(229a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375287828317874717.post-3204979829212226906</id><published>2008-06-07T01:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T17:00:21.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex in the City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.businessweek.com/careers/workingparents/blog/archives/sex%20and%20the%20city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.businessweek.com/careers/workingparents/blog/archives/sex%20and%20the%20city.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the wife and i just got back from the 'stellar summer blockbuster' and now as i am typing this we are watching it again. It is not that i don't enjoy 4 middle-aged women discussing their most intimate moments and sharing their ups and downs. But come on how much more fashion and feelings can i take. 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