<?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-5177572992800591386</id><updated>2011-07-30T09:35:30.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-2120599435505867899</id><published>2011-06-13T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T15:25:35.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No pictures today, just this thought.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it feel like you need a parent so much more when you're done being parented? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just one of life's cruel little mysteries?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-2120599435505867899?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2120599435505867899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=2120599435505867899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/2120599435505867899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/2120599435505867899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-pictures-today-just-this-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-6345116008228219472</id><published>2011-06-08T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T11:21:48.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile...</title><content type='html'>In my defense, summer has FINALLY hit the 801. Therefore, I have been spending way more time outdoors than indoors, so my blogging productivity have decreased. Love me anyways? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to play catch-up, here is some proof that we have the MOST stellar nephew and niece in the world. Try as you may, you won't find better kids anywhere. I fell even deeper in love with them while we were out there, to the point where my heart physically aches for them as I type this. Yep, I've always been this much of a drama queen. I hear it's one of my better qualities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ivr0XMbqiqY/Te-139LhpqI/AAAAAAAAANY/dSdyewhG0qU/s1600/michael%2Bcamping.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/-Ivr0XMbqiqY/Te-139LhpqI/AAAAAAAAANY/dSdyewhG0qU/s320/michael%2Bcamping.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615907233274635938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys went camping. I think this may have been the highlight of Christian's trip, if not his entire life. He lives for things like father-son camp outs. Especially with a kid as awesome as Michael. The played, got dirty, ate junk food, stayed up all night, and arose with the sun. Meanwhile, Hannah, Amy and I went shopping, out to dinner, and painted our toenails while watching Modern Family. Success? I'd say so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSlpEKKscBY/Te-2vWar1PI/AAAAAAAAANg/gulnSxR8J04/s1600/stud.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/-YSlpEKKscBY/Te-2vWar1PI/AAAAAAAAANg/gulnSxR8J04/s320/stud.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615908184941909234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?? This kid is the bomb.com. He has the most spunky little 'tude, and is the best big brother Amy could ever ask for. And, smart as a whip, I tell you. Just ask the Angry Birds and Monkey games on your cell phone. Plus? He's pretty easy on the eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-62UG8m7iF7Y/Te-30qqnBJI/AAAAAAAAANo/OaWIRLchzNk/s1600/amy%2Bchick.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-62UG8m7iF7Y/Te-30qqnBJI/AAAAAAAAANo/OaWIRLchzNk/s320/amy%2Bchick.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615909375788385426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She WILL melt your heart. You don't stand a chance. She is the prettiest little girl, with the most loving, sweet smile. And the best is when you get her up from a nap. It almost seems like her face will break, she smiles so big. And she gives you the biggest hug, as though she is saying "THANK YOU! You saved me! I am so happy it's you! I was hoping you would be the one to come and get me! You're my very favorite Auntie, ever. And the prettiest. I want to be just like you." Okay, maybe my imagination went off a bit with that last part. Minor details. Amy sleeps like a dream, is a crawling machine, eats like a rockstar, and we didn't hear her cry 1 one time while we were out there. Includes when she was tired, hungry, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SM7UkV0S2EI/Te-5graVtfI/AAAAAAAAANw/0G7AvFJzO-I/s1600/lisa%2Band%2Bamy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SM7UkV0S2EI/Te-5graVtfI/AAAAAAAAANw/0G7AvFJzO-I/s320/lisa%2Band%2Bamy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615911231414449650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think she loves me, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru1leABVK0s/Te-5ypr_KZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/PPmzjLHz2IY/s1600/cute%2Bkids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru1leABVK0s/Te-5ypr_KZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/PPmzjLHz2IY/s320/cute%2Bkids.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615911540189243794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? I wish there was a word more meaningful that Love. Because that's how I feel about them. I'm a little scared that when I have my own children, I won't love them like I love these 2 rug rats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C1jiTTKv8-M/Te-6R2XbZHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/g7YJ4jeYI3E/s1600/slackline.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C1jiTTKv8-M/Te-6R2XbZHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/g7YJ4jeYI3E/s320/slackline.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615912076168619122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these 2 became the best of friends. Christian was in heaven playing with Michael. He still cannot get over how much FUN he is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i1gZ8VsPQ-8/Te-68kuTu7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2AIIRhr4kzA/s1600/slackline3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i1gZ8VsPQ-8/Te-68kuTu7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2AIIRhr4kzA/s320/slackline3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615912810167122866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both had smiles this big. Christan brought out his slackline so that Michael could play, and play he did! I think every other phrase out of Michael's mouth was "Oh, Michael's turn!" or "My Turn!" All of my favorite people, playing outside, laughing our heads off, on a perfect summer night? I had to pinch myself, it was just so perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vX_s7_7yTDM/Te-7rno9TgI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Es8DcVPLQCE/s1600/cute%2Bmichael.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vX_s7_7yTDM/Te-7rno9TgI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Es8DcVPLQCE/s320/cute%2Bmichael.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615913618403839490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid is all BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, there aren't as many pictures with Amy. Reason being is that I was too busy cuddling her, kissing her, and smooching her little cheeks (yep, all 4 of them!) to worry about pictures. I had to soak up all of the precious Amy time I could get. Something about that girlie girl just makes you feel like you could hang the moon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. The photo documentation of our favorite people. The trip was a dream. More NYC pics to come. I'll be honest, Eric, Hannah, Michael, and Amy were the highlight, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-6345116008228219472?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6345116008228219472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=6345116008228219472' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/6345116008228219472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/6345116008228219472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ivr0XMbqiqY/Te-139LhpqI/AAAAAAAAANY/dSdyewhG0qU/s72-c/michael%2Bcamping.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-1045466578354915137</id><published>2011-05-04T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T15:29:58.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He's cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vy2LAXjI0QU/TcHMgbhAgeI/AAAAAAAAANE/z7u0Arc99Io/s1600/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vy2LAXjI0QU/TcHMgbhAgeI/AAAAAAAAANE/z7u0Arc99Io/s320/us.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602984268939690466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is us on our Friday night date. The husb. asked me out for a picnic... sadly Utah-friggin-weather had other plans for us. So we went to eat at the most lovely of all dive diners, followed by a movie. Water for Elephants. My expert opinion? Don't go if you want a feel good movie. 2 hours of depressing, with the last 5 minutes being uplifting. So you leave happy, BUT you just spent 2 hours being depressed! The lovely gem above was post movie. Also post eyebrow wax, so don't judge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My east-coast-happyplace trip is on the horizon. Meaning, that if I check the 10 day forecast, there is a better chance that the prediction is correct. Neat, huh!! I think about going out there alldaylong. Michael and His Goober-face, Amy and Her Cute-ness. Yep, that is their official titles. Don't be jealous. Only Aunt Lisa can give such honors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am oddly thrilled to be gone for so long, and come back to my google reader all filled up with blog posts to read. I usually check compulsively, never knowing which blog will be telling me what the summer-must-haves are. I have GOT to be up-to-date on these things. My eternal salvation is on the line. Heavenly Father won't be letting any ill dressed girlies in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-1045466578354915137?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1045466578354915137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=1045466578354915137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/1045466578354915137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/1045466578354915137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/hes-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vy2LAXjI0QU/TcHMgbhAgeI/AAAAAAAAANE/z7u0Arc99Io/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-5442661965141526066</id><published>2011-04-28T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T12:53:50.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Fococcia Bread,</title><content type='html'>You ruined my resolution to eat healthy today. I was really going to do it today, too. I Went to the store, bought healthy things, did so great this AM. I was all grapes and hydration. I brought steamed broccoli for lunch. Enter the office catering. Darn you, free fococcia bread. Darn you to heck. (I know, I'm such a rebel with my cursing and such).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the countdown to My Happiest Place On Earth is growing smaller. One week from tomorrow!!! EEEeeEEE! And, all you avid readers, (Hi Mom!) there is going to be an Alexander McQueen exhibit at the MET while we are there (I just had to change I to we. Still adjusting to married life, I see). Oh, and there is the ever expanding list of things I HAVE to buy while I'm (WE) out there. Maybe I'm taking an extra empty suitcase out there with me, for the sole purpose of bringing it back full. :) Expect full facebook play by plays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this entire blog post is a waste, due to my lack of pictures. In my defense, the camera on my phone is lame. Apparently I don't have enough memory for pictures on my phone. Whatev. Is anyone still reading this? Oh, comments... please be there when I check back for you. Really, this is my only highlight until next week. Christian has been studying all week. I saw him yesterday for 45 min... that included driving time. Oh, finals. We have a love/hate relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-5442661965141526066?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5442661965141526066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=5442661965141526066' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/5442661965141526066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/5442661965141526066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/dear-fococcia-bread.html' title='Dear Fococcia Bread,'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-7530950067537355059</id><published>2011-04-20T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T10:03:18.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving</title><content type='html'>This Guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wMXK4fwV5HE/Ta8OfCVaAyI/AAAAAAAAAM8/1f351ZTSkH8/s1600/jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wMXK4fwV5HE/Ta8OfCVaAyI/AAAAAAAAAM8/1f351ZTSkH8/s320/jesus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597708788210205474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things come at you, you don't expect them to. In a perfect world, all would be well, no curve balls, no raining on parades, you get the image. We have our plan, and OUR plan works out. Nevermind His plan. But we are in this life to learn, to grow, to better ourselves and the ones around us. To be good people, and to love the life that we are blessed to live. I am loving the peace that has been in my soul the past few days knowing that I am His daughter, that He loves me, and will give me no burdens that I am not equipped to bear (no matter how it may feel at the time). How fantastic, to have someone who knows you THAT well? I am blessed to know that things will work out as they are meant to, we are just along for the journey. How fantastic! I am loving Him today, and feeling especially grateful for Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-7530950067537355059?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7530950067537355059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=7530950067537355059' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/7530950067537355059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/7530950067537355059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/loving.html' title='Loving'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wMXK4fwV5HE/Ta8OfCVaAyI/AAAAAAAAAM8/1f351ZTSkH8/s72-c/jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-1462680678709441138</id><published>2011-04-18T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T12:31:59.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Happenings</title><content type='html'>Christian and I have become American Idol fanatics. Something about Jenny from the Block mixing with Steven Tyler makes my heart beat just a little faster. Our favorite? This guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AKNtsClujcs/TayNtcC4r7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/uUVf_DYNIy8/s1600/paul.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AKNtsClujcs/TayNtcC4r7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/uUVf_DYNIy8/s320/paul.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597004248676609970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as America disagreed with me this week, and the stud of a mad above was kicked off, I'm not sure if we will be watching this week. Paul had all the p-zazz. Well, and Scotty. But he holds the mike like a chicken wing, and I'm not diggin that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the countdown to MY Happiest Place on Earth has begun. I hate Disneyland, so don't fool yourselves... we are going to Maryland to visit my family out there! I am so darn excited. We are spending some time with them, and then Christian and I are going to have a little adventure of our own in the Big Apple. We don't have a whole lot planned to do out there as of right now, so any suggestions would be fab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My no spending policy kind of went out the window... I nabbed these bad boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7cq2wz1n2Os/TayPjblmnoI/AAAAAAAAAMs/4JZNqZujOLc/s1600/toms.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7cq2wz1n2Os/TayPjblmnoI/AAAAAAAAAMs/4JZNqZujOLc/s320/toms.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597006275778354818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... my justification is... they are FOR my east coast trip! i needed some good walking shoes, what with all of the walking we will be doing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I bought these: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L1rZtHY6VC4/TayRfG4D-AI/AAAAAAAAAM0/kBKoyxyDe8o/s1600/coh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L1rZtHY6VC4/TayRfG4D-AI/AAAAAAAAAM0/kBKoyxyDe8o/s320/coh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597008400522409986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for $9.99. Yep. Only $200 LESS that what they retail for. I couldn't say no. Thank you, Savers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that has been my life lately. America Idol heartbreaks, online shopping, working, and watching Christian study. Wow. The fun just never stops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-1462680678709441138?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1462680678709441138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=1462680678709441138' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/1462680678709441138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/1462680678709441138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-happenings.html' title='Random Happenings'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AKNtsClujcs/TayNtcC4r7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/uUVf_DYNIy8/s72-c/paul.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-5987246902636640579</id><published>2011-04-11T14:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T14:18:14.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Treasure is Your Treasure</title><content type='html'>Once a year comes with a minor panic attach from choosing the BEST, most WONDERFUL Mothers Day gift for the BEST most WONDERFUL Mother. Some years, she makes it really nice, and sends my brother and I a link saying "This is what I want. Buy this, and I will be happy." Makes for a really easy gift, but the lack of surprise kills me. I LOVE getting a great gift, that I had NO idea what it was. And, my mom and I are a lot a like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow... I found it. This year, I found the PERFECT gift for. NO, I am not going to post it on here (yet) because I know Mommie Dearest stalks my blog, and it would ruin the whole surprise. I just want to do some totally shameless marketing for Christian's most awesome Aunt. She made said "gift". And I don't even think I am doing it justice by saying it is "cute". It is DARLING. Anyways, in case there is anyone looking for the perfect gift for their perfect Mom... look no further. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Teri, and her email is bead-a-licious@hotmail.com. Or you can comment, and I will send you a picture of the gift (unless you're my Mom) and you will see how great it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, she is a super fun gal. And I love her. And so will you. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-5987246902636640579?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5987246902636640579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=5987246902636640579' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/5987246902636640579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/5987246902636640579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-treasure-is-your-treasure.html' title='My Treasure is Your Treasure'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-4935982216402210942</id><published>2011-04-07T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T14:28:02.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oxQfs4eUGog/TZ4pTDZqvvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/RUL6bnbIzh4/s1600/lisawork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oxQfs4eUGog/TZ4pTDZqvvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/RUL6bnbIzh4/s320/lisawork.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592953194547953394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me. The writer of this blog. A lover of all things sunflower-y, summer-y, and lovely. I have been on a no spending money kick, mostly by necessity, as we are going to be going to the East Coast next month, and it would be nice to have a bit of dough to throw away while I'm over there. Hence the exasperated smirk on my round little face. I've made it since Saturday. I can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(please forgive my messy hair. Like clockwork, it seems to drive me nuts at 3pm every day. OH, and the cute little red zit on my chest? Don't be too jealous of my hottness.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v1bBoa93cXU/TZ4pDrBj2fI/AAAAAAAAAME/T1sE1Gazsx0/s1600/christiancap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v1bBoa93cXU/TZ4pDrBj2fI/AAAAAAAAAME/T1sE1Gazsx0/s320/christiancap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592952930306349554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is W. Christian. He's really excited in this Lyle Lovett-esque picture. He was going in to get Lasik! This is his look of concern. I'll show you why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0YiBEi89QFc/TZ4pYpeStUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/WRcE5OJQ2UE/s1600/dangerdoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0YiBEi89QFc/TZ4pYpeStUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/WRcE5OJQ2UE/s320/dangerdoor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592953290667242818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, this was the door to enter to get the Lasik done. I saw the door, and started hysterically laughing. I mean, REALLY? I think after you sign your life (or just vision) away with the 30+ pages of "BEWARE" and "It's Not Our Fault If...", you kind-of GET that the whole procedure is dangerous. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqnW5BYYKQI/TZ4pJ0sVFnI/AAAAAAAAAMM/er7QEEXxKlo/s1600/christianlasik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqnW5BYYKQI/TZ4pJ0sVFnI/AAAAAAAAAMM/er7QEEXxKlo/s320/christianlasik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592953035980871282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the handsome guy sleeps every night now. He has to wear his bug goggles! Apparently, some people are aggressive sleepers, and tend to try to scratch out their eyeballs sub-consciously. I don't really think W. Christian fits the bill, but what do I know. Although, last night, he took them off, threw them on the ground, and laid back down without even realizing it. He woke up totally confused about why they were off. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, that, along with some rain, sleet, and snow, has been our week. I've been glad you have you along on this re-cap, cyber-world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, p.s... I tried on the Old Navy jeans while W. Christian was signing his life away at the Lasik center, and they did NOT live up to the hype. Which helped my no shopping pledge. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-4935982216402210942?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4935982216402210942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=4935982216402210942' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/4935982216402210942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/4935982216402210942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oxQfs4eUGog/TZ4pTDZqvvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/RUL6bnbIzh4/s72-c/lisawork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-3276240012618402707</id><published>2011-03-31T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T12:00:46.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self- Mastery</title><content type='html'>Picture this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at work, nothing to do but sit at the front desk and look cute. Check. I'm taking a stroll around some blogs, checking out the "must-have's" for the upcoming (hopefully) spring season. Everyone that seems to have a blog proclaiming "5 spring staples for 2011" seems to have the PERFECT Jessica Alba-esque figure, and the cash flow to support their habit. Me, on the other hand... I have a pretty face :). So in I go to fantasy land, filling up carts only to delete them before hitting"checkout now", and I see some skinny jeans proclaiming "BEST FIT EVER! Perfect for curvy girls! Old Navy!" Click-ity click click. I have got to see the review on these bad boys. 482 Reviews? 4 out of 5 stars overall? Sounds intriguing. On sale RIGHT NOW? Yes please! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in process of packing up my purse and hightailing it to the nearest ON in downtown Salt Lake, when I realize... I have let myself win. Again. I have a syndrome where as soon as I get something in my head, I have to do it NOW. No waiting, no loitering around, staring at the skyline, admiring the beauty that is slowing down, NOPE. Need to do it now. Need to get to ON now... nevermind the fact that there are 5 stores in the general vicinity of my house, and heaven knows there will be one pair still there later tonight, or heaven forbid... tomorrow (gasp! could I wait THAT long? I'm having a panic attack just imagining it)! Oh, and maybe I'm at WORK! I can't just leave... but maybe I could call Christian and have him pick up the jeans for me?? I mean, I have the car, but he could ride his bike?? Yep.. that's how sick and twisted this little land called my mind is. And the worst part?? He would do it! He loves me that much, he would ride his bike to Old Navy, just to get me a pair of jeans that I havent even seen in the flesh, and just have an inkling that I may like, cause the 482 reviews said I would. And chances are he would get the wrong size (just ate a piece of pizza... I should probably go for the one size up ;) and then I would be going back to the store to exchange them out anyways!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I should probably mention that I ALREADY have one pair of skinny jeans that I love. But hey... so many cute flats to wear this summer... I neeeeed another one! (Am I really justifying myself to myself?? TWISTED, I TELL YOU!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This isn't just with shopping. This is with cleaning my house, too. Christian and I are eating dinner, he is the slowest eater EVER, so I WILL get up in the middle of him eating his meal and start cleaning the house. So rude! I can't believe it. He will be watching a movie will me, and I'll just get up and start doing something else that I thought of. And if I try not to, I get all fidgity and drive him nuts till he says FORGET IT! Just go, silly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Eating dinner, going to friends' houses, making phone calls when something is on my mind... Is 11:30 pm too late to call? NO! Cause they need to know my opinion RIGHT NOW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I alone in my dangerously OCD-esque habit? Blog world?? Ugh... just the crickets chirping. Oh, well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. They would be SO CUTE with my new boots!! They need to be mine!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-3276240012618402707?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3276240012618402707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=3276240012618402707' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/3276240012618402707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/3276240012618402707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/self-mastery.html' title='Self- Mastery'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-6194120819950796219</id><published>2011-03-28T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T15:53:11.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dun du du DUH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drum roll please... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589265267384432306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lFfzC8RCupI/TZEPJcHgtrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/j_yLIq_5rHE/s320/boots%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589265194624002130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q89gmtjELW8/TZEPFNEEqFI/AAAAAAAAALs/P-wS6SfhTf0/s320/boots.jpg" /&gt; The boots!! I have been keeping these boots company in REI, Nordstroms, and any other place I can find them for a long time (ahem... years, maybe?). I could never seem to justify the hefty price tag that went with them, when I knew I had 4 pairs of BLACK boots waiting for me at home. But I wanted BROWN! (I know I am sounding like Verruca from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory... but really, I needed them). Cue another trip to REI to visit said boots... what??!! They are GONE? How could that be? Sure enough, the beautiful cherry brown lovlies were on CLEARANCE, with free shipping for REI members! OF course my husband is an REI member! Hooray! The little bad boys are now keeping my little toesies warm, while bringing happiness and sunshine to my soul at the same time. * Notice the awesome straps on the back for a little flair? Yeah, I love it, too. **Oh, and you saw that they are leather, come waterproof, and have kick butt tread on the bottom? Yep, I know. :) ***And they are the perfect fit for us of the small calves, with enough room to still stick skinny jeans into them? Yep. We were meant to be together. **** (Yes, I am aware that I haven't shaved. I sit under a desk, people only see my top half. Love me anyways?? Who am I kidding... OF COURSE you do!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-6194120819950796219?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6194120819950796219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=6194120819950796219' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/6194120819950796219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/6194120819950796219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/dun-du-du-duh.html' title='Dun du du DUH!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lFfzC8RCupI/TZEPJcHgtrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/j_yLIq_5rHE/s72-c/boots%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-5507318883500112607</id><published>2011-03-24T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T12:14:41.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban Chic</title><content type='html'>Ah, the life of a working girl. I was recently blessed with the most BOMB job ever, for so many reasons! I am working as the receptionist for an environmental consulting firm. So many amazing people, doing amazing things. I get to wear jeans (AH-MAZING!). The do in house catering all the time, I'm never hungry. Take today... breakfast AND lunch. Oh, did I mention the gym? Yep, free gym access on the 1st floor. I have a great friend who I work with, she rocks. It's downtown, which I LOVE! So urban, ya know? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, welcome to my humble abode for 40 hours a week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587716815373975330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bdvXC5eZGm4/TYuO1q3XvyI/AAAAAAAAALc/jCqad0lkhXs/s320/20110323094113.jpg" /&gt;This is where I sit. Awesome, right? Off to the left, you see my smoothie made my my most loving husband for me this AM, next to my water bottle (the water bottle is awesome free schwag from my awesome job). Then there is my sweet dual screen monitors, proudly displaying the cuteness of Amy. And then the PHONE. My job security. That and my charming personality. Such a winning combination. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587726455811014018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ytw6qpWDH8Y/TYuXm0Sq_YI/AAAAAAAAALk/USf6z1dZyZw/s320/20110323094131.jpg" /&gt;This is what everyone gets to see when they walk in. Envision ME in that chair. The candy jar is off to the left. Yep, I bribe my coworkers to be my friends with candy. Don't judge me. I'm a newbie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope you loved the tour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-5507318883500112607?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5507318883500112607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=5507318883500112607' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/5507318883500112607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/5507318883500112607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/urban-chic.html' title='Urban Chic'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bdvXC5eZGm4/TYuO1q3XvyI/AAAAAAAAALc/jCqad0lkhXs/s72-c/20110323094113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-4050649357258394785</id><published>2011-03-23T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T09:26:57.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maryland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the beginning of my valiant effort to resume blogging. I don't really have a ton to blog about, but here goes anyways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a month ago, I made an impromptu trip to the East Coast to visit with my family out there, as well as attend a funeral. My sweetest sister in law ever even said we could have Michael's 3rd Birthday party while I was out there, too! The week was jam packed full of playing, snuggling, laughing, chasing, dancing, and being the silliest little auntie and nephew/niece we could be. Alas, picture taking was not our first priority, so only the following two pictures came about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587311078040643250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3NTO4U3M5CY/TYod0pg3prI/AAAAAAAAALU/pR1qgiBKoI8/s320/michael...%2Bagain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kid is a ton of fun. This was my valiant effort to show Christian that he was having fun with the toys that we got him. However, I think that the fact that I could hardly get him to sit still to take a picture while he played is more proof that he liked them. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587304597379980530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irngsWqM1Xg/TYoX7bK9nPI/AAAAAAAAALM/CK72OIipQD0/s320/Michael.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? Could YOU ever say "no" to him?! I think not! This little stud of a boy got to come along on a fabric store trip with us, and what a trooper! He got to sit in the cart and play with Aunt Lisa's purse! Lucky dog. I look away for a second, and he had found my glasses, and was rockin' them like it was no big deal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah was sweet enough to let me sit in on a picture or two of the kids while they got their 3 year (Michael) and 6 month (Amy) pictures done. Those little gems are soon to  follow. Don't you fret, my little pets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-4050649357258394785?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4050649357258394785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=4050649357258394785' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/4050649357258394785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/4050649357258394785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/maryland.html' title='Maryland'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3NTO4U3M5CY/TYod0pg3prI/AAAAAAAAALU/pR1qgiBKoI8/s72-c/michael...%2Bagain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-4272517937446350609</id><published>2011-03-17T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T12:08:56.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe</title><content type='html'>Maybe I'll come out of hibernation to say this, and only this. I love my niece. Exibit A:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585125644814771650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5PSH9QK7hhs/TYJaLsUb5cI/AAAAAAAAABo/tyAB-g1dboo/s320/amy.jpg" /&gt;Amy is the ultimate cuddle bug, and the best snuggler EVER. When i was out in Maryland for a week, I fell desperately in love with this little princess. I got this little gem on my phone last night, and it physically took my breath away. And since it's MY blog, you get to see it too. Lucky dog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe if Christian and I decide to document all of the exciting life changes that have been happening, I'll post about those too. Let's face it, though. Amy and Co. is where it's at. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, on that note, goodbye my lovelies. Enjoy your St. Patty's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-4272517937446350609?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4272517937446350609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=4272517937446350609' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/4272517937446350609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/4272517937446350609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/maybe.html' title='Maybe'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5PSH9QK7hhs/TYJaLsUb5cI/AAAAAAAAABo/tyAB-g1dboo/s72-c/amy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-5693988128406517842</id><published>2010-06-02T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T20:13:16.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as I Know it</title><content type='html'>Hello, Blog. My name is Lisa, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;once&lt;/span&gt; upon a time, we were good friends. Please don't feel neglected. I have been at a loss for words. Please be my friend as I struggle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt; to life via this keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep in mind that this blog post will be deeply personal, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; selfish. But, it IS my blog. So I will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unapologeticly&lt;/span&gt; selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been under the impression recently that I should have it all figured out. I am 23 years old, have been living on my own for 4+ years, married, financially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt;. I should know what I am doing, where I am headed, and when I will get there. I should be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;secure&lt;/span&gt; enough with myself that when people wrong me, I am fine. Things should roll off my back. When I am treated unfairly, I should remember that I have an incredible mom, dad, brothers. A husband who will do ANYTHING if it means my happiness. Extended family who will, and who have, dropped everything to give me a call. Because those are the things that matter. My nephew who is the most studly of all 2 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;. HE matters. Those other people? Not so much. I should know that. I shouldn't worry about other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what I am learning? That it's okay. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt; to occasionally handle situations wrong. It's okay to not know what to say all the time, and to take a few minutes to process information. And it's okay to be offended when people who should care about you, don't care. And, for me, above all else, it's okay to cry. It's okay to not have it all together. You know why? Because I have an incredible mom, dad and brothers. A husband who will do ANYTHING if it means my happiness. Extended family who will, and who have, dropped everything to give me a call. And for that studly little nephew, and his equally precious little sister who is having her last few moments with Heavenly Father before honoring us with her presence. I am so blessed. I am on this journey of self discovery, of learning who I am, what I like to do (went to yoga tonight... and LOVED it!! Who would have thought??), what makes me happy. And I am learning to act on these things. I am learning to be true to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I ahead of the game, am I trailing behind, while others are already soaring through the finish line? Does it matter? Not to me. I am on my own journey, my own path. And as far as I am concerned, I am right on schedule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-5693988128406517842?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5693988128406517842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=5693988128406517842' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/5693988128406517842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/5693988128406517842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-as-i-know-it.html' title='Life as I Know it'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-532190470185712051</id><published>2010-02-01T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:48:21.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years (and then some)</title><content type='html'>Seeing as its been an awfully long time since I posted an actual post, we have a lot to catch up on. We moved, lost access to the world wide web with said move, played all summer, enjoyed Logan in the fall, spent Turkey Day with Christian's family, travelled far and wide (California) to celebrate the birth of our Savior, spent loads of time with family and friends, and have spent January detesting the snow with every fiber of my being. Fun recap, huh? Well, during afore mentioned celebration of Christ, my lovely parents loaned us their monitor, so we could rig up a computer to use. We tapped into some Internet... and wa-la! We have communication with the "dear void" (name that movie). Have we been missing anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life - well, valuable, but small - and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void." (okay, if you don't know the movie now, we shouldn't be friends. Just sayin')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January also marked year 2 of our eternal union. Anyone who knows me knows that any cause for celebration is good enough for me. Let's party! So, in honor of the milestone, we went out on town. (Keep in mind, said town is Logan... not too many options.) We went to dinner (thank you, gift cards!!), then to the movies (again, thank you, gift cards!!!) to see Avatar. From a completely anti sci-fi point-of-view, and from a lover of romantic comedies near and far, the movie was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say this, though. When you spend 2+ hours engrossed in a 3 D rain forest, and come out for 6+ inches of snow, its a tough reality. Sadly, the following picture is the only one that was taken of the whole night. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433501846300327458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/S2etJCso_iI/AAAAAAAAAKs/GHNbgdWC94c/s320/IMG00154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i hate winter. But I love my husband. HAPPY 2 YEARS! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. and a happy return to blogging :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-532190470185712051?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/532190470185712051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=532190470185712051' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/532190470185712051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/532190470185712051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/2-years-and-then-some.html' title='2 years (and then some)'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/S2etJCso_iI/AAAAAAAAAKs/GHNbgdWC94c/s72-c/IMG00154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-696236303673932047</id><published>2010-01-10T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T18:44:01.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, 2010!!</title><content type='html'>This is a quickie, just to let the blogging world (Hi, Mom! Hi Hannah! Think that's it...) know that we are live here in Logan! Found some Internet to tap into for now. Once we upload some pics, we will be blogging fools, once more. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-696236303673932047?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/696236303673932047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=696236303673932047' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/696236303673932047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/696236303673932047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-2010.html' title='Hello, 2010!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-1624317626875341184</id><published>2009-06-16T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:49:48.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>I know, I know... we have been totally MIA. And, I'll just start with, no, no pictures today. I am currently freezing my butt off in the library so I can effectively communicate with all of you blog-watchers out there (so I may be talking to myself.. no matter). Anyways, Update #1: we moved out of Grandma's basement, and into a cozy little apartment. (no Internet currently)Update #2: We have been out of town A LOT lately, and are glad to be home a little now. Update #3 I met Noah Mavy. For real, in the flesh. Ahh... to live in CA. Update #4: I love Christan, A LOT. guess that's not an update...&lt;br /&gt;We have pictures to document all of these updates, and pictures of The Nephew horseback at a rodeo, and all of them need to get on the blog. I am aware, and am formulating a plan. For now, just love us and our simple, Internet-free lives. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-1624317626875341184?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1624317626875341184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=1624317626875341184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/1624317626875341184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/1624317626875341184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-6770617705392899867</id><published>2009-05-04T15:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:43:39.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Happy Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Sf9vk1PWzgI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2GUnAj5zDAw/s1600-h/happy+place"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332103162387418626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Sf9vk1PWzgI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2GUnAj5zDAw/s320/happy+place" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-6770617705392899867?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6770617705392899867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=6770617705392899867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/6770617705392899867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/6770617705392899867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-happy-place.html' title='My Happy Place'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Sf9vk1PWzgI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2GUnAj5zDAw/s72-c/happy+place' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-3984672145603236779</id><published>2009-05-04T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:31:43.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason 49538736 I married the right man...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Christian sheepishly looks at me and says, "Lisa, tonight I am wanting to lay down and watch some Gilmore Girls." For real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I will throw in that earlier in the day, he changed the headlight in the car. Which I find very manly.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-3984672145603236779?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3984672145603236779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=3984672145603236779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/3984672145603236779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/3984672145603236779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/reason-49538736-i-married-right-man.html' title='Reason 49538736 I married the right man...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-935725793720125674</id><published>2009-04-22T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:41:26.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Springtime</title><content type='html'>What would a post be on our blog without a few pictures of The Nephew? Christian and I had SO MUCH FUN watching Michael while his mom and dad went to a dance. I got him all dressed up in the outfit I got him for Easter, let him play with all of the fun toys we put in his easter basket, fed him lots of chocolate from his easter candy... and had pizza for dinner!! I mean, really? What kind of aunt would I be if I didn't spoil him rotten?? (I guess we will see if we are allowed to babysit after this is posted :)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Se_honKK1xI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6clCNz9o2SQ/s1600-h/IMG_1080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327724972025239314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Se_honKK1xI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6clCNz9o2SQ/s320/IMG_1080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is. I can't believe how big he is!! (Here is also a great picture of the shoes Grandma got for him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Se_hoRrkUrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hHkzmRgbUXo/s1600-h/IMG_1088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327724966259741362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Se_hoRrkUrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hHkzmRgbUXo/s320/IMG_1088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was noticing that he kind of looks like he is in pain in this picture. I will pretend like I did not notice that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Se_hoIpOEzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/oCXPAYbfOUg/s1600-h/IMG_1090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327724963833975602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Se_hoIpOEzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/oCXPAYbfOUg/s320/IMG_1090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Se_hn7trwjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rDw065yeRQ8/s1600-h/IMG_1092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327724960363037234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Se_hn7trwjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rDw065yeRQ8/s320/IMG_1092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The get along really well. Probably because they are about the same level. Love you, honey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Se_hn5QLoyI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/k0b36giguCg/s1600-h/IMG_1105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327724959702426402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Se_hn5QLoyI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/k0b36giguCg/s320/IMG_1105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, then there is us. The real creaters of this blog, making a rare highlight. Yay for spring, by the way! We have been taking advantage of the sunshiney weather, with lots of bike rides, picnics, walks, and fun drives with the windows down and the music up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-935725793720125674?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/935725793720125674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=935725793720125674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/935725793720125674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/935725793720125674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/springtime.html' title='Springtime'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Se_honKK1xI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6clCNz9o2SQ/s72-c/IMG_1080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-5751022397919476164</id><published>2009-03-31T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T13:59:09.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So this blog...</title><content type='html'>Is supposed to be all about "us", and what is new with "us". Well, finally, something to update. For a visual reference for this post, please refer to the previous post, dedicated to my dear friend, Kimi. Guess what??? SHE HAD HER BABY TODAY!!!! (As a side note, I only had one exclamation mark after that previous comment, and realised that it deserved AT LEAST 4.) Anyways, she had her son 4 weeks early, guess that little man had places to be! I can't even begin to tell you how wonderful this little blessing is, and how excited I have been to meet him. I will have to wait another few weeks, seeing as I was just out there a week ago. Although, it was all I could do to NOT jump in the car today, and start the drive to CA to introduce myself to him. As an update, no name yet. Are you kidding, they didn't even have a car seat, much less a name! :) We love baby X, and can't wait to welcome him to this crazy world! Congrats to the new Mom and Dad! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-5751022397919476164?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5751022397919476164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=5751022397919476164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/5751022397919476164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/5751022397919476164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-this-blog.html' title='So this blog...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-4134497666619938099</id><published>2009-03-23T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:44:52.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine, Love, and Laughter</title><content type='html'>I was able to spend this past weekend in California, staying with my family, and spending lots of time with my very pregnant, very best friend. I had been having a really rough week, and the break was just what I needed. The second we got in the car on Friday, the windows were down, the sunglasses are on, music is turned up. Just like the good ol' days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Scgop1QeLyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EnjkFJBIlEk/s1600-h/IMG_1058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316544059246784290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Scgop1QeLyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EnjkFJBIlEk/s320/IMG_1058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First we went and got pedicures. YAY! Then we went to In and Out. Something about going there with Kimi in the summer time just feels right. We had a blast. We spent the day shopping, eating, laughing, catching up. Goood times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316544319476042738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Scgo4-r9i_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/vqj9B_tQFjo/s320/IMG_1061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kimi had her shower. Very fun. She scored big time. And, can I just say, I love that belly. Everytime I saw her, I couldn't believe it. Kimi has been with me through so many tough times, and even more good times, I am so happy for her. She will be the best mom ever, and will love this little boy more than anyone can imagine. If only she would get a car seat...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316544483221430098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/ScgpCgr531I/AAAAAAAAAJs/xGPvDxBe09I/s320/IMG_1062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316544856946215090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/ScgpYQ61iLI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WtV6MKoGYU4/s320/IMG_1072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can I just say that this picture is so US?! I adore her, adore her husband, and ADORE her baby. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also got to spend all day on Saturday having some major gir time with my mom. We went and saw Confessions of a Shopaholic, then, as fitting as it is, we went SHOPPING! We tried to find a cute pair of well fitting jeans for me, but left empty handed. Well, other than a great pair of shoes for The Nephew. Good thing she is coming to utah in April! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had such a nice time in CA, reality was harsh. Thanks so much for letting me be a part of your weekend, everyone. I will come again soon!! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-4134497666619938099?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4134497666619938099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=4134497666619938099' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/4134497666619938099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/4134497666619938099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunshine-love-and-laughter.html' title='Sunshine, Love, and Laughter'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Scgop1QeLyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EnjkFJBIlEk/s72-c/IMG_1058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-7465733171663539997</id><published>2009-03-23T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:44:51.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Third time's the... charm?</title><content type='html'>What the heck?? I am now sick for the THIRD time this winter. And its not just a little sick, I have a COLD!! I know, I know, I'm a baby. But I really feel like I was run over by a truck or something. I had the most wonderful weekend (went home to CA for a little R&amp;amp;R with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kimi&lt;/span&gt; and my family... just what the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt;. ordered), but then I come home and get sick! So here &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; sit, at my fun little desk, with a box of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kleenex&lt;/span&gt;, Sprite, and counting down the minutes till I get to go home and crash. Maybe Christian will even make me a little soup? That would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for pictures of above mentioned trip, they are coming. Since they are on my camera, I can post whatever ones I want (watch out, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kimi&lt;/span&gt;), and I plan on doing that. For now, its back to work for me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Send&lt;/span&gt; me plenty of healthy vibes from blog-land!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-7465733171663539997?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7465733171663539997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=7465733171663539997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/7465733171663539997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/7465733171663539997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/third-times-charm.html' title='Third time&apos;s the... charm?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-7820158260907046403</id><published>2009-03-16T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:55:43.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You mean it got above freezing?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it actually hit 40 degrees on Sunday! (At least I think it did. It Might have only been 38, but either way its above freezing) Anyways, we had to take advantage, so after church, we went for a nice, fun little bike ride! Other than my hands turning purple with cold, it was sooo fun! There is nothing more recharging for me than to spend some quality time in the sun, with the one I love. Why exactly do I live in Logan again? I am SO a sunshine girl! BRING ON SUMMER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313982869770878498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Sb8PQ-80PiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/H1aNSahxhMc/s320/IMG_1046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please disregard any snow you see on the ground. I try to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313984654455309810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Sb8Q43avhfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Fb8LXz_MUDw/s320/IMG_1055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, I can't take a normal picture. Nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313984096557302434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Sb8QYZFfgqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ltH6643m6m8/s320/IMG_1052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thank goodness for Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-7820158260907046403?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7820158260907046403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=7820158260907046403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/7820158260907046403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/7820158260907046403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-mean-it-got-above-freezing.html' title='You mean it got above freezing?!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Sb8PQ-80PiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/H1aNSahxhMc/s72-c/IMG_1046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-8839863598984858780</id><published>2009-03-16T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:43:10.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nephew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some cute pictures of all of our recent pics to see my brother, his lovely wife, and their perfect son. Oh, to live in Provo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Sb8Mzhjma1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/Lz9T__PfkFE/s1600-h/IMG_1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313980164641024850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Sb8Mzhjma1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/Lz9T__PfkFE/s320/IMG_1015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We MIGHT be related.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313980764517412530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Sb8NWcRRrrI/AAAAAAAAAIo/sGI2ch-SzRk/s320/IMG_1028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. Babies really CAN be that cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313981601528006098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Sb8OHKYJxdI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OxjYawJgWbE/s320/IMG_1019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They love eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-8839863598984858780?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8839863598984858780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=8839863598984858780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/8839863598984858780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/8839863598984858780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/nephew.html' title='The Nephew'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Sb8Mzhjma1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/Lz9T__PfkFE/s72-c/IMG_1015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-1188076765375925308</id><published>2009-03-16T19:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:34:44.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my sorry attempt to catch up our past few months up here in Logan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the local rock climbing gym with some friends. I am terrified of heights. That said, please enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313975996777985810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Sb8JA7DndxI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YZiGUqikO7M/s320/IMG_0992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I am carefully grounded on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313976504767465266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Sb8JefdvxzI/AAAAAAAAAII/MzD4WMpwTBk/s320/IMG_1001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313977016810319330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Sb8J8S-RreI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Wr4oqEu7ZxM/s320/IMG_1000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Proof&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313977323179726146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Sb8KOISb1UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lIpcQEWlQEk/s320/IMG_1005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh, he was there too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/5177572992800591386-1188076765375925308?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1188076765375925308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=1188076765375925308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/1188076765375925308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/1188076765375925308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/catch-up.html' title='Catch up'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/Sb8JA7DndxI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YZiGUqikO7M/s72-c/IMG_0992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-3872468126119804058</id><published>2009-03-10T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:35:18.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael's 1st Birthday, etc.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so the pictures were supposed to be after the writting, but I can't figure out how to copy and paste it. Well, or I don't have the time or patience to figure it out. So, enjoy as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SbcwxvPY4pI/AAAAAAAAAH4/RqkkN1W7FGI/s1600-h/IMG_9743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311767916559524498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SbcwxvPY4pI/AAAAAAAAAH4/RqkkN1W7FGI/s320/IMG_9743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SbcwxSxHmqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Xvo6IKULPHc/s1600-h/IMG_9730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311767908916370082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SbcwxSxHmqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Xvo6IKULPHc/s320/IMG_9730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SbcwxX7apZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/o6IG_8IJy4U/s1600-h/IMG_9727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311767910301738386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SbcwxX7apZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/o6IG_8IJy4U/s320/IMG_9727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SbcwxH6oXpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/JcAd92VpPfA/s1600-h/IMG_9707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311767906003476114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SbcwxH6oXpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/JcAd92VpPfA/s320/IMG_9707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SbcwxFjk1BI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_u-Ub2XLIO8/s1600-h/1_Year_Birthday_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311767905369904146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SbcwxFjk1BI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_u-Ub2XLIO8/s320/1_Year_Birthday_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were able to spend the weekend in Provo with my brother Eric and his family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got there on Friday evening, we put Michael to bed, and hung out for a bit before going to bed ourselves. Hannah was working Friday night, so we (Christian) got to wake up at 2 am to feed the little man and put him back to bed. I was so surprised how execited Christin was to get Michael and feed him in the middle of the night! Lets hope he keeps it up when we have kids one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday, Christian, Michael and I had SUCH a fun lazy morning while we gave Hannah a little nap. I LOVE lazy mornings! It was a little piece of heaven, just having Michael on the bed with us, just playing. Hannah and I went out on Saturday afternoon, and went to see New in Town, and do a little birthday shopping for Michael. The movie was super fun, very cute. Plus, I loved being able to shop at Target, we don't have one in Logan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think one of the highlights of the trip was coming home on Saturday, and seeing Michael playin with Chistian. Thoe two boys were having so much fun playing with eachother, I almost felt like I was barging in on private play time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was church, dinner, and the PARTY! Michael was cute as ever, enjoying the cake, presents, and attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-3872468126119804058?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3872468126119804058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=3872468126119804058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/3872468126119804058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/3872468126119804058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/michaels-1st-birthday-etc.html' title='Michael&apos;s 1st Birthday, etc.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SbcwxvPY4pI/AAAAAAAAAH4/RqkkN1W7FGI/s72-c/IMG_9743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-2635013924289805527</id><published>2009-03-02T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:52:42.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Once upon a time, there was a girl. Woman/girl. Newly married, with a wonderful husband, and a wonderful family. This girl/woman had 3 manly brothers. One was older than her. This manly older brother was married to one of the nicest, most genuinely kind people she had ever met. He was really lucky. One day, this manly older brother told this girl/woman that he and the wonderfully beautiful wife were expecting a BABY! The girl/woman was really excited. In a pretty, "yeah,i'm excited, but I don't really know whats coming, and, lets face it, I'm selfish and am pretty wrapped up in myself" kind-of way. THEN, March 5, 2008 rolls around. Michael James Schott is introduced to the selfish, girl/woman. And she was forever changed. Never had she loved a little baby in such a complete way. She can't even imagine the kind of love she will have for her own child (ren) one day. Key words ONE DAY. Until that time, she loves her nephew. The most forgiving, loving, unselfishly caring baby boy in the world. And this girl/woman sits down, one year later, to thumb through all million pictures of Michael, and take a wonderful trip down memory lane. One day, she knows that he will follow his parents, move across the country, grow up far far away from his aunt, and she will hope and pray she can send enough love-vibes to reach him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 1st Birthday, Michael. I love you with all of my heart. Thanks for being my friend. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308788726724952162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SaybOEQKAGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/m7z9rV9EBp0/s320/baby+michael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-2635013924289805527?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2635013924289805527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=2635013924289805527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/2635013924289805527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/2635013924289805527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/story-time.html' title='Story Time'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SaybOEQKAGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/m7z9rV9EBp0/s72-c/baby+michael.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-923827451356452334</id><published>2009-02-16T11:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:50:44.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine</title><content type='html'>We had the best weekend ever! We were able to head down to SLC, and enjoy a little R&amp;amp;R with Christian's family, with a fun little excursion to Provo to visit my brother and his fam. Unfortunately, we missed some great photo ops with Christian's family. My awesome sister in law never misses a good picture, so for your viewing pleasure, here we are! WARNING: cutest baby ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your typical provo scene. Christian asleep, me clobbering Michael with as much love and attention as I can. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nmgm9Izvis/SZnCkG2BknI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hZUCcm3Ghac/s1600-h/christian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303483961773757042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nmgm9Izvis/SZnCkG2BknI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hZUCcm3Ghac/s320/christian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nmgm9Izvis/SZnCkCL7nCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/h_hEZEnsdO0/s1600-h/happy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303483960523463714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nmgm9Izvis/SZnCkCL7nCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/h_hEZEnsdO0/s320/happy" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nmgm9Izvis/SZnCj_80ADI/AAAAAAAAAAc/i02Sxq4lEKw/s1600-h/walking"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303483959923179570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nmgm9Izvis/SZnCj_80ADI/AAAAAAAAAAc/i02Sxq4lEKw/s320/walking" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nmgm9Izvis/SZnCjixf0cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KNxYanPxpMc/s1600-h/lisa%2Bmichael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303483952091091394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nmgm9Izvis/SZnCjixf0cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KNxYanPxpMc/s320/lisa%2Bmichael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nmgm9Izvis/SZnCjvnIq5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cAGHAY3Dcuc/s1600-h/glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303483955537292178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nmgm9Izvis/SZnCjvnIq5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cAGHAY3Dcuc/s320/glasses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-923827451356452334?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/923827451356452334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=923827451356452334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/923827451356452334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/923827451356452334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-valentine.html' title='My Valentine'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nmgm9Izvis/SZnCkG2BknI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hZUCcm3Ghac/s72-c/christian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-8622799182932677391</id><published>2009-01-27T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:40:26.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have those days where you feel like life is too good to you? I seldom do. I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;admit&lt;/span&gt; that I often catch myself being a little too pessimistic. I focus on how great things will be ONE DAY, once my hardworking, studious husband graduates, once we move to a warmer climate, once summer comes, once I get the hang of work, once my Dad retires, etc. Today, is a switch up. I CANNOT contain my excitement for MY LIFE as it is TODAY! Yes, today is one of the coldest days so far this winter. Despite that, I feel so blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made quite a big purchase today (I know that money cannot buy happiness on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;regular&lt;/span&gt; basis, but for me today, it did). I bought two plane tickets to a warmer climate. I will spend 3 days surrounded by goodness and love. I am going to spend a weekend in CALIFORNIA with my very best friend in the whole world (who is pregnant, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt; pictures she sent me actually made me cry. I love her, I love her husband, and I love the baby. Oh, and they just made a blog. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296121104415239202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SX-aFZwerCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_6a5fQCsO4k/s320/IMG_0265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There she is. What a beauty. Please note the sarcastic smirk. That picture did not come easily. Also, she would like for me to mention that she has not done her hair in this picture. Even though I think she looks great as is. But I have come to know that my opinion is not always valued as much as I would like to think with her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reason number two that I have the most wonderful life as of today. Christian has surprised me with a new phone. I cannot wait for it to get here. I have been lusting after this phone for YEARS. Seriously. It was a totally vain, unnecessary purchase that I would not ever allow myself to make. In swoops Christian. I cant wait for it to get here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#3 My nephew turns 1 in a month. ANOTHER excuse to go see him! I can't wait. He really is one of my very best friends. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know, I am blessed with the life I have for so many other reasons. Christian, food, friends, good job, family, clothes, car, etc. The list goes on and on. But today, I am selfish, and am only counting the things that are momentary, not lasting. So sue me. Life is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-8622799182932677391?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8622799182932677391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=8622799182932677391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/8622799182932677391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/8622799182932677391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SX-aFZwerCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_6a5fQCsO4k/s72-c/IMG_0265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-7451987565727741192</id><published>2009-01-19T16:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:06:22.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aftermath of a Wild Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tdc.ca/victim2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.tdc.ca/victim2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I sit, on MLK Jr. day, enjoying a little late afternoon (whoops, evening) TV, spending qualty time with the most wonderful, loving, errand-running husband. I'd like to say that this spontanious quality time was intentional, but no such luck. Let me start at the beginning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday evening, Christian and I headed down to Provo, to go spend the weekend with my brother, sister in law, NEPHEW, and MOM! It was such a fun weekend. I love to see my mom and nephew together. They are just so happy. We have a few pictures, but they are on my SIL's camera. I will wait for her to upload them onto her blog, and I will snatch them from there. Anyways, it was the perfect weekend. I was so ready for a weekend of complete selfishness and family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday night rolls around, and we head back up to Logan. I start to feel yucky, but assume that it is just something trying to digest. Once I got home, it was followed by hours of throwing up, enjoying all of the symptoms of the flu. Yuck. I seem to get it every year. Last year, I got it twice!! Lets hope I dont this year. Christian has been stellar. Enjoying a marathon of Keeping Up With The Kardashians, Gilmore Girls, and Live with Regis and Kelly, with random interruptions with him running to the store. I have had a steady flow of Ginger Ale, saltine crackers, heated blankets, and anything else I may hint to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I am on the mend, lets hope so at least, I need to go to work tomorrow. Although, would one more day of spontanious quality time with my hubby REALLY be that bad??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-7451987565727741192?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7451987565727741192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=7451987565727741192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/7451987565727741192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/7451987565727741192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/aftermath-of-wild-weekend.html' title='The Aftermath of a Wild Weekend'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-7169286014720802063</id><published>2009-01-06T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:01:34.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you heard my husband's morning show? "Wake Up With Flem?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288313939058052706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG41iQX9hwg/SWPdgkZNTmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/sCeWsfMWBvU/s320/2008-01-05+Lisa+%26+Christian%27s+Wedding+(65)_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I think one-year wedding anniversary's are funny. Well, at least for me it is. And I don't mean that in a bad way, its not in my nature to intentionally be mean. All I'm trying to say is that one-year anniversary's are funny! Can't I just leave it at that without all you people judging me?! SHEESH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our one-year anniversary happended to be yesterday, the 5th of January. Which was also the day I started the spring semester. So besides starting new classes, it was a pretty uneventful day. But little did Lisa know that I had made dinner for the two of us...which actually was not that thrilling, accept for the idea I had to put orange fruit wedges in the chicken. I thought it was pretty clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually celebrated our anniversary over the weekend. We had been given a one-night stay at the Hilton Garden Inn in Layton, so thats where we went to party...in Layton. It was actually pretty fun despite all the ice and snow. When you are with your best friend in the whole wide world, it doesn't matter where you are or what you are doing, it is always great. Especially when your best friend slips on the ice and falls on her butt. That is ALWAYS great! Actually, I felt really bad and escorted her across icy parking lots the rest of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how Lisa feels about me after one year of marriage. Frankly, I'm surprised she hasn't decided to go back to her maiden name. Especially since it takes her 5 minutes to actually write her name now! &lt;strong&gt;Lisa Niederhwdndweeljkiiii%^&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;djnf&lt;/span&gt;7er&lt;/strong&gt;. How the heck do you even say that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I CAN, in a way, tell you how I feel about Lisa and I feel about us together. Not everyone gets to experience what I experience each day. Unless you also have a heated mattress pad, then you know how tough mornings are in the winter. But its not just about the heated mattress pad and sleeping in later than we planned. Its also about the other things we do together. And I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; my favorite part about Lisa, its that she is someone I can't imagine doing something without. Of course you won't see Lisa in a white water kayak right next to me, or bombing down the porcupine rim trail in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Moab&lt;/span&gt;. The things I can't imagine doing without her are the small things like banging my knee on something. If I were to bang my knee on a desk without her, it would just be painful. But if she was there to see me bang my knee on the desk, then it becomes Comedy Central and another hour of conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our wedding cake last night after dinner. It would of been just dry cake if Lisa wasn't there to laugh and talk with me. She may wonder sometimes what it actually is that makes me love her. I can't say or write descriptive words that will tell it all. All I can tell her is how great it was for her to be there when I banged my knee. All I can write to her is about that time we played in the first fallen snow in October. Its those things I think about when she asks me, "Why do you love me?" And to me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!Happy Anniversary to US!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-7169286014720802063?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7169286014720802063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=7169286014720802063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/7169286014720802063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/7169286014720802063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-you-heard-my-husbands-morning-show.html' title='Have you heard my husband&apos;s morning show? &quot;Wake Up With Flem?&quot;'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02680981053441509993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG41iQX9hwg/SRnePOCASeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GFtA_LBe_t4/S220/IMG_0721.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QG41iQX9hwg/SWPdgkZNTmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/sCeWsfMWBvU/s72-c/2008-01-05+Lisa+%26+Christian%27s+Wedding+(65)_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-3748944409078530870</id><published>2008-12-29T15:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:56:35.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change With the Times</title><content type='html'>How do I best accomplish this? So much has been happening, so much going on. Where do I even begin? Maybe i'll try a timeline of events...&lt;br /&gt; *** We struggle taking pictures. We have a few, but I havent had a chance to get them online. Or, better said, I havent had a chance to get Christian to put them online. Bear with me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 1st-ish- Lisa is laid off from job. Boo hoo hoo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later- Lisa finds a new job. :) (Better job, even. I'm loving it so far.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 21st-ish- Christian finishes finals. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving- Spent in wonderful, sunny California, having a par-tay with my fam. Some of the highlights:&lt;br /&gt;family&lt;br /&gt;Kimi and Co. (there are three of them now!!)&lt;br /&gt;Sees candy&lt;br /&gt;Shopping with my mommie (lots and lots of shopping)&lt;br /&gt;No snow&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my Grandparents. They are so great.&lt;br /&gt;lots of family&lt;br /&gt;lots of love&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmmmm.... just thinking about it... can I go back???&lt;br /&gt;On Christians end...&lt;br /&gt;He and Eric (my big brother) made a road trip to reno to buy blow guns. The remainder of the trip was spent trying to shoot birds, shooting eachother, and enjoying the fact that my parents are remodelling their house, so anything is free range to shoot with a dart.  If he wants to expand of the story, he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, moving on...&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 1- Lisa starts new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 5-Lisa gets a new gym membership, and loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling a bit selfish, its all stuff about me. I promise that Christian is included in all of these festivities. he just needs to get on the ball and do a little blog-updating on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 12- Christmas Party with Christians family at Temple Square. We had a nice time, and the program was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend of the 12th was spent in Salt Lake/ Provo. I got to hang out with my nephew. I love him more than I ever thought I would/could. Any spare minute that I have I try to spend with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 24th- We head down to Salt Lake again to spend Christmas with Christians family. We had a really fun Christmas Eve, eating, laughing, and enjoying the season. Next day was Christmas, spent opening presents, then we (Christian and I) headed down to Provo to hang out with Michael and Co. Please refer to Hannah's blog for the photo shoot of the day. She does such a better job at this whole blogging thing than I do!! Eric and Hannah had a feast fit for a king. I think I gainned like, 5 lbs., just inhaling all of the food. It was delicious. Plus, its just so fun for me to be down there. Christmas or not, I love spending time with them. We opened up presents, than Christian and I had to head out for the Christmas party at his Grandma Barrett's house. It was really fun seeing all of the cousins, and, once again, eating all of the food that can be had. I am so sad that elastic waistbands are out of style. Day after Christmas Christian went hiking with his Dad and his brother. While they were out braving the wild west, I enjoyed the comapny of Michael. I love that kid. The 5 of us then spent the evening at Temple Square, testing Eric and Hannah's fancy new Camera. Again, please refer to Hannah's blog. Sunday, we went to the blessing of Christian's friends baby. They did a really nice job, lots of fun to see a little baby again. Sunday eveining, we headed back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Years!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-3748944409078530870?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3748944409078530870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=3748944409078530870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/3748944409078530870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/3748944409078530870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/change-with-times.html' title='Change With the Times'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-6441475350922760244</id><published>2008-11-26T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:32:58.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SS4UuKQAzLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ij-kHZaCP4k/s1600-h/Rack750117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273174996955483314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SS4UuKQAzLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ij-kHZaCP4k/s320/Rack750117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear Christian,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for choosing me. I love you forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-6441475350922760244?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6441475350922760244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=6441475350922760244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/6441475350922760244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/6441475350922760244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-thankful.html' title='SO Thankful'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SS4UuKQAzLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ij-kHZaCP4k/s72-c/Rack750117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-8934217515636616866</id><published>2008-11-20T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:35:21.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Shoot him and cut out his tongue, then shoot his tongue! And trim that scraggly beard!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG41iQX9hwg/SSXZ8UbGckI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WPRqgJ-C4Vs/s1600-h/Playa+Del+Carmen+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270858569204789826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG41iQX9hwg/SSXZ8UbGckI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WPRqgJ-C4Vs/s320/Playa+Del+Carmen+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one goes to the nice guy! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ummmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; the guy with tattooed beard in the left picture. Wait, who is that anyways? Oh yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; my brother, Ethan. I thought I would post a little something about him since he really doesn't get enough credit in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan is my only brother. So you would think that we are best buds, right? WRONG!!! We hate each others guts! Every time I see him, I want to shoot him and cut out his tongue, and then shoot his tongue! Actually, we really don't hate each other. I just said that for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ethan's&lt;/span&gt; benefit, in the event that he actually does read this blog. But I would have to say that our relationship is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; to that of Shaggy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Scooby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Doo&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know who is who, but I'm sure you, the reader, can make some kind of assumption to who's personality matches best. Actually, I don't know who you could really compare us to. I think we are just unique all on our own. Of course, I would love to say that our relationship is like that of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hyrum&lt;/span&gt; and Joseph Smith's, but I don't know of anyone that could come even close to the unconditional love that united them as brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan is an amazing guy though. You could throw poop on him and would still hug ya,"Ethan, please, don't touch me." He is the nice guy in the family. He puts up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;every ones&lt;/span&gt; crap. If you tell him to do the dishes by himself, he would do it. If you tell him to go clean up Cyrus SHEET in the workroom, he is down there cleaning away. But it doesn't stop there with doing dirty chores. The part that sticks out to me the most about Ethan is his genuine kindness to others. When Lisa and I lived in our funny old basement in Sandy, Ethan would stop by all the time. Usually he was on his way or on his way back from the library. But there were many times when we were his only stop. He really impressed me one time when Lisa was sick and at home alone. Ethan, being the super hero that he is, rode his bike to our place, in the cold of winter, just to check up on Lisa. Lisa really appreciated the surprise visit and it made her feel a little better, just knowing that she had a friend who cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan doesn't look for thanks or attention when he does things like this. I'm sure there are many others that have experienced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ethan's&lt;/span&gt; kindness and genuine concern and noticed that he doesn't look for any type of reward. I don't quite know what drives him or what motivates him. All I know is that one day he is going to be a billionaire tycoon and he is going to take care of all of us. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; really all I know. But whatever he ends up doing in life it will involve his ability to affect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to finish up my ode to Ethan, I want to say to him that I love him. And I don't say this because he is cool or because he is a great biker or mountain climber. I say it because I appreciate who he is and what he does. He is not only my blood brother, but my good friend. And I'm not just talking about one of those friends that you do crazy stuff with, like yelling "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Nudity&lt;/span&gt;" out the car window. Though we have done that. I'm talking about one of those friends that motivates you, without saying a word, to be your best self. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; what Ethan is to me. And of course a lot of people have that affect on me, including Lisa. But sometimes it can be really special when it comes from your younger brother. (This would be a good time to say Happy Birthday, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ethan's&lt;/span&gt; birthday is past already.) So here is to Ethan and the good man that he is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QG41iQX9hwg/SSXVlH8mM8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/sHtbej3qgX8/s1600-h/IMG_6370.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-8934217515636616866?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8934217515636616866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=8934217515636616866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/8934217515636616866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/8934217515636616866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/shoot-him-and-cut-out-his-tongue-then.html' title='&quot;Shoot him and cut out his tongue, then shoot his tongue! And trim that scraggly beard!&quot;'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02680981053441509993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QG41iQX9hwg/SRnePOCASeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GFtA_LBe_t4/S220/IMG_0721.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QG41iQX9hwg/SSXZ8UbGckI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WPRqgJ-C4Vs/s72-c/Playa+Del+Carmen+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-4750919438267656542</id><published>2008-11-13T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:27:58.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SRxxi9sy0DI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0hmDKy9cHdc/s1600-h/n500450356_4239637_6352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268210509608570930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SRxxi9sy0DI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0hmDKy9cHdc/s320/n500450356_4239637_6352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call it homesickness, call it the holiday season, call it whatever you'd like. But today, I really miss my Mom. Is it weird that I sometimes actually wish that something crazy would happen to me, so that my mom would have to come out here and help nurse me back to health?! Just so I could get a little more time/attention from my mom. Sometimes living so far away really stinks! I know that I am 22 years old, married, and really, really happy. I love my husband, im working on loving Logan, and building a life out here (for a few years). But sometimes, a mature, 22 year old girl misses her Mom. I really couldn't ask for a better, more loving, kind, giving, beautiful Mom. Seriously. She trumps them all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to go home for Thanksgiving!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**I know this picture is of the family (well, most of the family. Some of the most important people are missing!), but I just really think this os one of the cutest pictures of my Mom!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-4750919438267656542?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4750919438267656542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=4750919438267656542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/4750919438267656542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/4750919438267656542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/mommie.html' title='Mommie'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SRxxi9sy0DI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0hmDKy9cHdc/s72-c/n500450356_4239637_6352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-1696279061193930667</id><published>2008-11-12T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:36:14.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky #24!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SRtaUGc_oRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/p-i7Ybj8fcU/s1600-h/n500450356_1281232_6431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267903490516033810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SRtaUGc_oRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/p-i7Ybj8fcU/s320/n500450356_1281232_6431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today happens to be November 12, 2008. A date which I have been gearing up for for quite awhile. My handsome, loving, wonderful husband has turned 24. YAY!! So, in honor for this momentous occasion, here are 24 reasons I love the man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. He whistles while he works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The way his eyes smile when he is really happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. His constant search to share more natural high moments with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. His love for blogging :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. He listens to coutry music when I am in the car, just to make me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. He let everyone believe that it was HIM who drove the car into the garage with the bike in top, just because I was embarassed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.He is just as excited to see my family for Thanksgiving as I am!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. He daydreams about our life together as parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. He has given up his crush on Jennifer Aniston for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. All he ever wants for his birthday from me is a heart shaped cake that is made from a box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. He thinks sweats are the best outfit for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I have never heard him raise his voice at anyone. Not me, not his family, not the dog. Never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. He has a great appreciation for nature, and for that joy that comes for free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. He has the patience to answer all of my crazy, nutty gospel questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. He understands that sometimes, girls just need a wardrobe update. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. He says he loves taco salad, which happens to be the only thing I know how to cook. If that even counts as cooking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Christian understands that sometimes, I just need to see my family, especially my nephew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Life has a way of spinning out of control on me, and he is the only thing that can even it all out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. He understands that sometimes, weather its a bad haircut, or friends being mean to me, I just need a good cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. He is always laughing at me. Makes it easier for me to laugh at myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. His mission had a huge impact on who he is today, almost more than anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. He's fun to hang out with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. He is a good driver in the snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. He is my very best friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-1696279061193930667?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1696279061193930667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=1696279061193930667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/1696279061193930667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/1696279061193930667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/lucky-24.html' title='Lucky #24!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SRtaUGc_oRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/p-i7Ybj8fcU/s72-c/n500450356_1281232_6431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-8083185500591674002</id><published>2008-10-24T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:28:42.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And these are some of MY favorite things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, its a lovely, crisp fall friday, and I am stuck in my lowely little cubbie here at work. Not that i don't love it, and all of the blessings we reap from my job (ie wages). However, the season is a little slow, so I had the idea that you all may like to see what I have been enjoying these past few weeks, months, here in Logan, Utah. Please, allow me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260751251233225506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SQHxY-1yuyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YWR6UUeUC3o/s320/large_lipstickjung.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the lovely ladies of Lipstick Jungle. I have been bored with Greys Anatomy lately,what with all the unecessary drama of the show that just seems to linger and never be cleared up. This drama, though, keeps me coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260752002330715170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SQHyEs5Y5CI/AAAAAAAAAFk/WFqMWxDlxD4/s320/knitting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I present my new hobby, of sorts. Yes, knitting. Please excuse the lack of quality in this picture. It is taken from the camera on my lovely, trusty, free cell phone. And realise that that scarf has already doubled, if not tripled in size. And the picture was taken less than two days ago. Thank you, thank you, thank you. And, no, I have not aged overnight. Just got a little bored, and remembered that my lovely wonderful, fertile best friend taught me how 2 years ago. So I brought out the old needles and took another stab at it. Pun intended. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260753052420610770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SQHzB0yVGtI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zyq_U6Xo49M/s320/michael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the little man, himself. My nephew. He is almost 9months old, and is the most precious thing that this earth has ever seen. Seriously. Never in my life have i felt so much love from one little person. And to thing, we moved ourselves 135 miles from him. How stupid can we be??? I can't wait to see him again, and almost daily find myself looking at his pictures, yet again. Many thanks to his wonderful mother for keeping us updated on his growing. WE MISS HIM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260754515240128690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SQH0W-NrkLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/IfrfrbzzR0E/s320/hot+chocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My daily dose of hot chocolate. Every morning, Christian sends me out the door for work with a warm toaster strudel, leancuisine, and a warm thermos of hot chocolate. Seriously. Funny thing is, I have never really been a huge fan of hot chocolate. I have always liked it, dont get me wrong. I just dont CRAVE it ever. But since this little tradition has been going on, I find myself looking forward to it, everyday. Mostly because Christian makes it for me. The one day I made it for myself, I didnt even touch it. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260755636420808082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SQH1YO7_DZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rt_9AbXv2SI/s320/snoopy+socks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, last but not least, socks. I have recently aquired all sorts of fun socks, and boy am I glad I did! Much like my beautiful mother, my feet are ALWAYS freezing.  Seriously. We have a heated matress pad, a heated blanket, a space heater, and I am still cold all  night long. Weird, I know. But during the day is when its the worst. I cant very well be walking around town with a heated mattress pad around me. Although, weirder things have been seen around Logan.  So I throw on a cute pair of spiffy, fun socks, put on a pair of flats, and pretend that its normal. I am not willing to give up my quality of life for a cute pair of shoes to be work how they are supposed to. I am all about altering to fit your nees :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, there is my life, however material and goofy it may sound. In other update news, my wonderful best friend, who is really the most kind, genuine, loud, and caring individual that you will meet, is pregnant. WAHOO!!!! I am loving having all of these babies around so that I can get my fill that way without feeling the need for one of my own. I have already gotten loads of fun stuff for bother her and the unnamed, ungendered child. I know that some of it will not be used, but being 700 miles away makes it a little hard to actually BE there. So I am doing all I can for the time being. Buying cute baby stuff. I cant wait for Thanksgiving though. I get to see her and the lovely little belly! Many pictures to follow of that joyous reunion!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-8083185500591674002?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8083185500591674002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=8083185500591674002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/8083185500591674002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/8083185500591674002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-these-are-some-of-my-favorite.html' title='And these are some of MY favorite things!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SQHxY-1yuyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YWR6UUeUC3o/s72-c/large_lipstickjung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-6735645069826974779</id><published>2008-10-09T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:23:08.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Protect Marriage + Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SO5fmnFu0qI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7LxJatdnZf0/s1600-h/n500450356_2596635_1317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255242932120638114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SO5fmnFu0qI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7LxJatdnZf0/s320/n500450356_2596635_1317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Known Facts on Proposition 8:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having tolerance without condoning.We can love someone while still maintaining and advocating our standards and beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unless Proposition 8 passes, California society will soon undergo a profound change in its basic understanding of marriage and family life.That will affect everyone in numerous ways. Over time, greater acceptance of nontraditional marriage will be demanded of all people. This could impact the ability of any religion to teach and practice its beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proposition 8 will not hurt gays. In California, the law provides for marriage-related benefits to be given to civil unions and domestic partnerships. Proposition 8 does not diminish these benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Failure to pass Proposition 8 will hurt children.If gay marriage remains legal, public schools will put it on equal footing with traditional marriage. Children will likely receive “age appropriate” information about sexual relations within heterosexual and homosexual marriages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Failure to pass Proposition 8 will hurt churches.The court’s decision will inevitably lead to conflicts with religious liberty and free speech rights. Society will become more and more hostile to traditional beliefs about marriage and family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more information, please refer to: &lt;a href="http://www.preservingmarriage.org/"&gt;http://www.preservingmarriage.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-6735645069826974779?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6735645069826974779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=6735645069826974779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/6735645069826974779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/6735645069826974779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/protect-marraige-family.html' title='Protect Marriage + Family'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SO5fmnFu0qI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7LxJatdnZf0/s72-c/n500450356_2596635_1317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-6350536695717440800</id><published>2008-10-02T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:07:05.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaves are falling all around...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SOUEdHEYAWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/c3x0Ny75Avg/s1600-h/IMG_0894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252609438557667682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SOUEdHEYAWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/c3x0Ny75Avg/s200/IMG_0894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me wanna buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address. On the other hand, this not knowing has its charms."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Guess that movie!!! Hahahaha...Its "You've Got Mail!" Its is probably one of my most favorite movies, right up there next to "Live Free or Die Hard." Hahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yeah, I'm a sucker for sentimental stuff, especially movies like "You've Got Mail." By the way, this is Christian, not Lisa. I know, you would usually expect something like this from Lisa and not from me. I'm very deceiving. Because, behind my rough and masculine appearance, there is a sappy sentimental weirdo that only Lisa and my family know about it. I won't go into detail, because I've already embarrassed myself by announcing my favorite movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SOUE07_-x7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/_J042lxVgJY/s1600-h/IMG_0896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252609847903307698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SOUE07_-x7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/_J042lxVgJY/s200/IMG_0896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But the real purpose I copied that quote from "You've Got Mail" is because it is officially fall here in Logan and it might very well be my favorite season of the year. I rode my bike up Green Canyon the other day and the colors were a magnificent red, yellow, green, and orange! The sun was set so perfect over the trees that the trail was illuminated with the different shades. So after I spinned my way through a painting of colors, I went home to share it with Lisa. So after my ride, we picked up some food from Papa Kelseys and drove up the canyon to eat and enjoy Gods art. It was a natural high to say the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So for those that actually check our blog, you have to take advantage of this moment and drive up one of the canyons to get your fill of some autumn ecstasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-6350536695717440800?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6350536695717440800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=6350536695717440800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/6350536695717440800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/6350536695717440800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-you-love-new-york-in-fall-it-makes.html' title='Leaves are falling all around...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SOUEdHEYAWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/c3x0Ny75Avg/s72-c/IMG_0894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-6584530329118422041</id><published>2008-10-01T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:35:00.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day</title><content type='html'>Hello again to my ever watchful, ever interested blog-readers. Thats right, Im talking to you... uh... whoever you are. Welcome to my venting corner. I would like to tell you all a tale of horror and devastation. Also known as, September 30, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day starts to a pretty good start. My daily toaster studel and hug and kiss from my man. Work was busy, pretty eventful, which is always a shock. Nothing we couldn't totally handle. Managed to finish the season premeire of the office, which fully lived up to its own hype. Thank you, Jim and Pam. And many congrats sent your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may be aware of, I have a rather difficult time growing out my hair. I find the immediate gratification of a new, short do more satisfying than the ever monotonous growing out process. So, the fact that I have been growing out my hair for the past 6 months has been quite a feat. One that I have had to overcome myself in the porcess of, on a daily basis. I was ready for a new updated style, but one that I didn't have to loose any length with. I made an appt. with a salon in the Logan area, and, needless to say, have really been looking forward to it. Well, It was for 5:00pm on September 30, 2008. I get off work, and scoot my anxious little bum over there. I was so excited. A much deserved bang trim. Snip snip. She flips me around, and holy moly. I almost cried. Think bangs, circa 1994. Horrible, straight across, awful bangs. I am almost throwing up as I am writing this. My reaction was this "Well, I have been pinning them back for 6 months, whats another 6 months?" Horrible, awful, devastation. I have not had a good hair cut in about 2 years. The only girl I have really liked, well, she moved to AZ.  Its was all i could do not to break down in tears right then and there. I got in the car, and cried. I was then on my way to pick up Christians contacts at Standard Optical. Their hours are 9-7pm. Except yesterday. They closed at 4pm, yesterday. Well, thank heavens for that. I would have hated to have heard soem good news for a change. Heaven forbid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then proceed to go home, lock myself in the bathroom, cry, eat dinner, cheer up upon reading a lovely blog post my dear husband wrote, then go to bed and cry some more. Over reaction? Perhaps. either way, I am taking myself shopping for headbands and hats, am glad that winter is coming up, and I can live in a beanie for the next 6 months till my hair grows out yet again, and am ever grateful for a husband who loves me despite over reactions and shopping sprees for hats and hairbands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Nina- if you read this... any good places that you know of to get cute hair stuff? At this point I am desperate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-6584530329118422041?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6584530329118422041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=6584530329118422041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/6584530329118422041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/6584530329118422041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/horrible-no-good-very-bad-day.html' title='The Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-1386402336664818196</id><published>2008-09-30T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:09:32.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SOK4hNlZqSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dJ70yVOggx8/s1600-h/IMG_0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251962996189145378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SOK4hNlZqSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dJ70yVOggx8/s320/IMG_0396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SOKwU7gmJlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6Yl6R8upTls/s1600-h/IMG_0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Surprise!!! I'm writing another post! This never happens! Usually Lisa would be egging me to post something sophisticated and delightful. But this time, she doesn't know I'm about to post something. It probably won't be sophisticated, but it definitley is delightful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate to admit it, but I have become very keen on blogging. I'm always checking our friends blogs and hoping that someone will post something new for me to read. I have to read something new or I go crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the real reason that I am typing right now is because I remembered that just a few days ago it was the one year mark of the week I made Lisa mad and then a few days later I proposed to her. I can't believe it has been a year! It seems like just a few months ago that she got mad at me for not calling her for almost a week. But really it was all in my plan to surprise her a few days later with the most careful and thought out proposal ever! I did pretty good. Even if I do say so myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So happy one-year-since-I-made-you-mad-then-proposed Lisa!!! You are my lovely dinosaur!!!&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/5177572992800591386-1386402336664818196?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1386402336664818196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=1386402336664818196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/1386402336664818196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/1386402336664818196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/surprise-im-writing-another-post-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SOK4hNlZqSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dJ70yVOggx8/s72-c/IMG_0396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-8936958230568080214</id><published>2008-09-18T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:26:59.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Hardcore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SNK2k6vqnQI/AAAAAAAAADs/v8VMmIcTJbY/s1600-h/snoopy-family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SNK2k6vqnQI/AAAAAAAAADs/v8VMmIcTJbY/s320/snoopy-family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247457261200776450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings from outerspace. Also known as, Logan. The shock of small town life is slowly wearing off, and I may just be able to enjoy myself here a little bit. But before life got too difficult, I gave myself permission to abandon my husband for a week and vacation in paradise. Also known as Southern California. The above picture is Knotts Berry Farm. Who knew their theme was Peanuts? I insisted that we all get pictures with Snoopy, much to my mothers dismay.  So there is the whole gang, with me being the bright red lobster on the left. I am determined to be the only person in Logan with a REAL tan in October. Mission: Accomplished. Well, at least in a week or so when all the peeling dies down.&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SNK4BbKAxtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/heZ7EJTzdQw/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SNK4BbKAxtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/heZ7EJTzdQw/s320/beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247458850449180370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then there was the glorious beach. This is out of order a bit, the beach was the day I roasted myself. Notice the lack of sunscreen, and the happy face. Two nececities of a day at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SNK4zSIXAOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FSyI35CG16w/s1600-h/darth+vader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SNK4zSIXAOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FSyI35CG16w/s320/darth+vader.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247459707019788514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, this is totally out of order. This was the first day. Please excuse my dorky facial expression. I had a lot on my mind. Think evil forces here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, even after all this fun, it was nice to get back to Christian. A week is really a long time to be apart, esp when you have been married for less than a year. Or maybe I can no longer handle life on my own. Either way, it's back to the daily grind of sleep, work, and Christian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-8936958230568080214?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8936958230568080214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=8936958230568080214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/8936958230568080214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/8936958230568080214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/living-hardcore.html' title='Living Hardcore'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SNK2k6vqnQI/AAAAAAAAADs/v8VMmIcTJbY/s72-c/snoopy-family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-1961633325310100729</id><published>2008-09-17T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:20:30.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your not hardcore, unless you live hardcore</title><content type='html'>Hello! This is Christian, writing a much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anticipated&lt;/span&gt; blog post I'm sure. Usually you only get to read posts from my partner, the lovely Lisa. Her posts are very fun and mesmerizing to read. She approached me recently, with a look on her face that said,"I mean business buster!" She proceeded to inform me that our fans will not get to hear from her again until I post something exciting of my own. Which we all know is very hard to do since Lisa, the lovely, has raised the bar for others, like myself, to create something as mind grabbing as her posts. So in a desperate plea to get Lisa, the lovely, to come back and fill us with her splendor of words, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; writing this post to the best of my ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of writing something thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;provoking&lt;/span&gt;, I thought I would update everyone on the happenings of my life. Hopefully you won't stop reading here. As you know, Lisa and I are living in Grand Central, or my Grandma's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Niederhausers&lt;/span&gt; house. Its amazing how many people enter this house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone wants to be around my Grandma! I don't blame them or anything, I was thrilled to death when she invited us to stay with her. People come by to chat with her, to eat her orange rolls, to buy one of her latest fabric creations, and people even come by just because they want to say they have been in her house! I apparently live at the hippest place in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it has really been super fun living with Grandma N. Lisa and I both enjoy doing things with her. So far me and Grandma N are tied for 1st in our routine Sunday night games. Lisa says she is not bitter about not winning yet, but I know her better than that. From Garage sales to fixing shed doors, we have done quite a bit with Grandma N during the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good news is that Lisa finally got a job! We are both very excited about that. She interviewed for the job about two weeks ago and felt really good about it. So far she has been enjoying it and is doing really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for myself, I'm working at the coolest bike shop in town! The highlight so far has been washing the windows out front. I'm sure one of these days I will get to put together some really cool bikes. Until then, I will just keep on riding my bike to work and doing whatever I'm asked to do. When I'm not working, I'm usually seen cruising around campus on my Grandpa's old GT Cruiser. Its such a natural high to be here in Logan with Lisa, going to school at a old small town college, and riding my bike everywhere I go. And not only that, but I really am enjoying school up here. I'm so motivated to study and work hard. I get excited every morning as I cruise through campus and see the hundreds of minds walking and riding their bikes to class. Its like you can feel intelligence and knowledge floating in the air. Its one of the most amazing feelings to me. I hope it never dies off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is life as I know it: Living LARGE, Loving Lisa, and Learning Lots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-1961633325310100729?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1961633325310100729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=1961633325310100729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/1961633325310100729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/1961633325310100729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/your-not-hardcore-unless-you-live.html' title='Your not hardcore, unless you live hardcore'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-3865919884501429916</id><published>2008-08-27T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:41:45.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>Well, here I sit, in Provo, on the eve before the eve of my departure. I have been babysitting my most wonderful nephew, who, by the way, is the most perfect thing on the face of this earth. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I have been "single" again this past week, (meaning Christian has been in Logan, and I am currently flying solo) and I have realized a bit about myself. I stress. I worry. I let little things get to me. I feel like this past few days has been one chaotic event, extending over 62 hours. I need to clean our apartment, get my hair cut, shower, return things at Target, go to work, shower, drop off things to a friends house, get Christian his wallet, and SHOWER. To name a few. As I was running errands for work, Christian happened to call me. I was nicely exclaiming things that needed to be done, and how over whelmed I was; he was just nicely listening, and just saying, "I love you." And I thought of something. He keeps me balanced. He keeps me leveled. And I do the same for him. He registers for classes now. He shows up to places on time (mostly). He calls when he is going to be late. I stop and admire sunflowers, even when I need to be doing other things. I am more patient with people.&lt;br /&gt;There is my sappy "I miss my husband, and can't wait to be with him again" post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-3865919884501429916?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3865919884501429916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=3865919884501429916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/3865919884501429916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/3865919884501429916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-220025745622036374</id><published>2008-08-21T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:46:03.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i LOVE my family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SK3Qdb_8GFI/AAAAAAAAADM/Cn1TNkc2Uh0/s1600-h/lisafamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SK3Qdb_8GFI/AAAAAAAAADM/Cn1TNkc2Uh0/s320/lisafamily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237071145852475474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been a little rough going, and I just need to give a little shout-out to my family of lifesavers. Any situation that arises, I know I have a team of supporters there to rally around me and make me feel like a million bucks. Ever since I can remember, all I had to do was say the word, and I have a flood of phone calls and emails and voice mails and cards helping me get through any tough time, or to tell me that I had done a great job. I remember a day that I had had a disagreement with a boyfriend, and I was telling my mom about it. Not five minutes later, my brother had called me and invited me to have a bbq with him and Hannah, and they just spent the next 5 hours telling me how wonderful I am. I am terrified that now I will be moving even further from them, and that those nights will become less frequent, and more far between.&lt;br /&gt;They really are the best. I can only hope that I can be that kind of friend and support to them.&lt;br /&gt;Christian is so lucky to have married into the most wonderful family on this side of the moon. I may be a little biased, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SK3S1AB5owI/AAAAAAAAADc/xe7U0jLwM2A/s1600-h/christiansfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SK3S1AB5owI/AAAAAAAAADc/xe7U0jLwM2A/s320/christiansfamily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237073749684626178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it wouldn't be complete without a tribute to my "new" family, who has welcomed me in with open arms. I have become such great friends with the girls, and have such a great time with them. How many could be boring fridays have been spent at the dollar theaters, giggling the afternoon away at the latest and greatest new chick flick? And Ethan, of course, has been my hero. He is the greatest brother in law ever. And, I like to think, my friend too. I have learned so much since joining th family, from What Not to Wear to where to put the silverware! Its been a wild ride, but we will miss you guys so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-220025745622036374?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/220025745622036374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=220025745622036374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/220025745622036374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/220025745622036374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-my-family.html' title='i LOVE my family.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SK3Qdb_8GFI/AAAAAAAAADM/Cn1TNkc2Uh0/s72-c/lisafamily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-2729549900972744656</id><published>2008-08-14T15:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T15:23:25.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin' on Up!</title><content type='html'>Ever have those moments where you realize how much your life is changing and yet feel totally unprepared for it? Yeah? Me too. Like right now. Christian has been accepted to Utah State University, which is SO great! I am so proud of him. Want to know where it is located? Logan. 100 miles NORTH of where we are now. Negative 659,354 degrees in the winter. Seriously. There is no Target in the general area. General area being within like 50 miles. I have quit my job (which is really a good thing) and am actively seeking a new one up there. Big change. I have had this job for about 2 years, and have grown accustomed to the day to day ins and outs of a slow, small business office. I interviewed for a position yesterday that I feel is WAY out of my comfort zone, and to be honest, don't feel real great about. But hey, girl's gotta work. My wonderful and talented hubby has landed the ideal job for himself at a bike shop in Logan, real close to the school. Doing what he loves, building bikes. We are trying to sell a car, a bike, a couch, our washer/dryer, etc. I just feel so OVERWHELMED. which, to be honest, isn't real great for me. I have been going to physical therapy for the past month or so to help my back, but that has taken a "back" seat to the stresses of life. So I as I sit here, typing away on the trusty ol' work computer, I am hopped up on Ibuprofen and dreading my visit to pt today to have her drill me on my lack on dedication. I know, I know. Really.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I am hoping for a little R and R with my husband, a chance to unwind and remember why life is changing and how great it will be to go through it all with the man that I love now, and forever.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I can't wait to visit California. Really. I need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-2729549900972744656?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2729549900972744656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=2729549900972744656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/2729549900972744656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/2729549900972744656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/movin-on-up.html' title='Movin&apos; on Up!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-8620753457048892597</id><published>2008-08-01T12:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T12:12:48.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamma Mia!</title><content type='html'>I'm a day late, but I am within the week, so I think I'm still okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (we) love you sooo much and are so grateful for all you do. I hope you get to celebrate sometime with Dad this weekend, and that you guys have lots of fun. You deserve it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I would have included a picture, but Christian has the wedding cd, so I don't have any here at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. When are you coming out to visit again?! I miss you already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-8620753457048892597?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8620753457048892597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=8620753457048892597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/8620753457048892597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/8620753457048892597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/mamma-mia.html' title='Mamma Mia!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-2671621747033287854</id><published>2008-07-29T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T09:07:22.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgetful</title><content type='html'>PPS.&lt;br /&gt;Another great surprise? The set of scriptures My Wonderful Husband gifted me with.  With My name engraved on them. I am now officially Lisa Niederhauser in heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-2671621747033287854?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2671621747033287854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=2671621747033287854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/2671621747033287854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/2671621747033287854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/forgetful.html' title='Forgetful'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-2766259429448467773</id><published>2008-07-29T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:58:14.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>22</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SI83MINcofI/AAAAAAAAADE/TQ8vDSS3fJ0/s1600-h/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SI83MINcofI/AAAAAAAAADE/TQ8vDSS3fJ0/s320/birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228458373902279154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty much how I spent my 22nd B Day. Large and in charge. My husband out did himself, yet again. Totally surprised me. Not a small feat, even for the trickiest of tricksters. I started pestering him the end of June. A month before the BIG DAY. I tried asking sweetly, I tried guilting him into telling me, I tried pestering him, I did it all. To no avail. All I knew was that I had to keep the night of the 23rd and the 24th open. So he gets home on the 23rd, whips out a suitcase, and tells me to pack. SWEET! We spent the evening up at the resort at Snowbird, swimming, watching movies, and eating Cafe Rio as much as our little hearts desired. It was awesome. Morning comes, and I was SO excited for a birthday, that I jumped out of bed at 7:30, and poor Christian had to follow suit. Selfish? yes. Just like any true Birthday Girl. So, we had breakfast at this breakfast buffet place there (I cannot make decisions, even at 22), then PLAYED all day. There is a wicked zipline that goes down the mountain, and yes it IS as sweet as it sounds. Careful on the unload though, its a doozy. The alpine slide is pretty sweet. It was a good time to be had by all. Seriously, the more i think about it, the more i LOVE my husband. He knows me better than I know myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, we were pooped, so we went home and SLEPT. However, all was not lost, the day was still filled with surprises. Went to dinner (one word... YUM) then to his parents house to chill with the sisters and brother in law. LOVE them. I bought PS I love You on DVD, and we had quite the movie night; filled with candy, pizza, laughter, and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and little brother were in town as well, so Friday I got to partay with them all day. It was sooo fun! Friday night, my mom and I had a girls night and went shopping, then to see Mamma Mia. WOO HOO!!! I loved it. Even with the crazy mean lady sitting next to me. Ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it continues... Sunday night was my final celebration with Christians parents. Lots of yummy food, presents (:)) and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I now have a giant X on my back in heavy duty tape keeping me from being a hunch back. Thank you, physical therapy.  You are making this body a better place for me to live. Ow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-2766259429448467773?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2766259429448467773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=2766259429448467773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/2766259429448467773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/2766259429448467773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/22.html' title='22'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SI83MINcofI/AAAAAAAAADE/TQ8vDSS3fJ0/s72-c/birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-2452825359263795714</id><published>2008-07-24T18:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:58:14.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Nice To Me, It's My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SIku3kcrBTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/o8JdlW_Eh1I/s1600-h/content_1_284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SIku3kcrBTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/o8JdlW_Eh1I/s320/content_1_284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226760374751790386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, that IS a real cake. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-2452825359263795714?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2452825359263795714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=2452825359263795714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/2452825359263795714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/2452825359263795714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/be-nice-to-me-its-my-birthday.html' title='Be Nice To Me, It&apos;s My Birthday'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SIku3kcrBTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/o8JdlW_Eh1I/s72-c/content_1_284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-2916811665122304822</id><published>2008-07-10T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:58:14.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedal Pusher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SHZSY2Jl1MI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tFf-z4XLbOY/s1600-h/R08_Venture4-W-silver-MD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SHZSY2Jl1MI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tFf-z4XLbOY/s320/R08_Venture4-W-silver-MD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221451404788749506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't she a beauty? Who would have thought, that one day I would become a biker chick?! But really, with a ride as sweet as this little lady, I can't help it!! My wonderful husband had finally convinced me about a month ago that getting a bike would be a worthwhile investment for us. He gets some pretty awesome deals at the bike shop where he spends his afternoons, and it will help me (hopefully) get into better shape. Plus, I had been feeling a little guilty that whenever someone would ask us what our hobbies were, I would reply with, "Each other". Plus Christian SO loves to bike, and I SO love him. The process of picking out this darling was a long and drawn out one, but well worth it. This was the first set of wheels I tried, and became attached. Of course, I picked out the one that is POUT OF STOCK until July. Wonderful Husband then tried to sell me on a few others, but I loved the seat on this one, and wasn't about to budge. Girls gotta protect her assets. :)&lt;br /&gt;Given my track record, I can see how people might be a little skeptical of my biking abilities. I mean, I'm a shopping, sit-on-my-heinie-and-watch-the-world-go-by kind of gal. My own mother even said, "Do you enjoy to bike?" when I told her. I'll have you, the blogging world, know that I have been out there EVERY DAY since I got the thing. I even used it last night to go run errands. And I didn't even have to walk the bike up hills. I'm a regular cruiser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-2916811665122304822?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2916811665122304822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=2916811665122304822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/2916811665122304822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/2916811665122304822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/pedal-pusher.html' title='Pedal Pusher'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SHZSY2Jl1MI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tFf-z4XLbOY/s72-c/R08_Venture4-W-silver-MD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-9054898418699791488</id><published>2008-07-08T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T11:30:57.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese</title><content type='html'>The above subject has been on my mind lately. Not because I crave it, but because i dread it. I can't stand cheese. Any kind, really. Except that macaroni and cheese is one of my favorite foods. So fake cheese is tolerable. Preferred, actually. I know I am a minority. I don't expect people to bend over backwards with this crazy fetish. Most of my life, this crazy dislike of cheese has been easy to work around. My family knows that I don't do cheese. However, I have realized over the past... oh, say 6 MONTHS or so, I have new family. They are cheese people. Which creates a problem for my "fly under the radar" policy I try to keep at other people homes. This brings us to Sunday evening. There was a 4th of July feast to be had at a member of Christians extended family's house. MMMMM, free food, right?  SCORE. Hamburgers. Double score. At that point in the evening, I could honestly feel my stomach rejoicing. I sit at the table, salivating. Oh, DANG. CHEESEburgers. All of them. I look at Christian, panicked. His first thought was, Just take it off. Okay, I can work with that. Still flying under the radar. No one has noticed that I am a tad slower to dig in than the others. Red Flag. Cheese will NOT come off. The bun is crumbling. By this point people are looking at me. ugh. luckily, I have a wonderful husband that loves me despite my dislike of all condiments except mayo, which I LOVE, my hatred of cheese, etc. He was peeling off his cheese this whole time, which was a bit easier to remove. So I ended up with two top buns (insert The Office joke... THATS WHAT SHE SAID) and a patty. And just a slightly tarnished reputation. All for a cheeseless hamburger.&lt;br /&gt;Happy day of freedom and fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The actual day of the 4th was glorious. And the days surrounding it. Its been hard to come back to reality. I will post pictures and stories when I can look back without feeling sad to be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-9054898418699791488?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9054898418699791488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=9054898418699791488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/9054898418699791488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/9054898418699791488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/cheese.html' title='Cheese'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-8137598068178805287</id><published>2008-06-18T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:29:12.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HMS</title><content type='html'>Not to Be confused with HSM (High School Musical, which I LOVE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blog-hopping today, and ran across this. I found it incredible validating and true.&lt;br /&gt;Please, do not be offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I had a conversation with a friend today about what I will deem "hot mom syndrome" or "HMS"Maybe it is my five years living in UTAH, (aka capital of all things hot mom) but I am starting to feel an unseen pressure to be a "HM." Problem is, I don't even have children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; *Disclaimer - if you are offended, I'm sorry.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now we all know what a "HM" consists of. Bleach blonde hair or possibly jet black - bonus points for extensions. Incredibly fake (but "hot") tan. Synthetic breasts. Ceramic nails. Thin body courtesy of the 3+ hours a day of exercise combined with the "Don't eat" diet. Perfectly arranged and in fashion outfits topped off with the wedge heels and plethora of silver jewelry. Full out Mac makeup job on a daily basis. Driving around in a black SUV complete with 3 children, under 3, all in car seats.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm curious as to if anyone else is starting to feel like this the NORM. Don't get me wrong, I fully endorse not "letting yourself go" post-child, but it is odd to me how it is almost standard in a lot of our community cultures. In addition, as appealing a goal as it sometimes seems to me - I honestly don't comprehend how any woman (even WITHOUT 3 kids) can ever keep it up. It is a burden even NOW for me to put on makeup daily. And hair? Ya, I never do that. Not to mention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HOW DO THEY AFFORD IT? Much less find the time to keep it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It takes a lot of work/dough to be able to keep up that bleach and that tan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm just curious as to if anyone else has noticed this phenomenon. Is it limited to the Utah/Arizona/California areas? Is it related to the LDS culture? Do you know someone like this? How do they do it? Do you want to be a self titled "hot mom"? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Just curious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and if anyone is wondering, I fully plan to wear seasonal sweatshirts and gain 20 lbs post-3rd child. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS My mom is beautiful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-8137598068178805287?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8137598068178805287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=8137598068178805287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/8137598068178805287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/8137598068178805287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/hms.html' title='HMS'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-1790662404877814964</id><published>2008-06-04T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T14:26:28.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Another day. Another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? desk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Your significant other? Christian&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Your hair? short&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Your mother? fun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Your father? kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Your favorite thing? christian&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Your dream last night? dunno&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Your favorite drink? coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Your dream/goal? happiness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. The room you're in? work&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Your children? heaven&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Your fear? ants&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? ELSEWHERE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. Where were you last night? BBQ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. What you're not? busy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. Muffins? chocolate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. One of your wish list items? California&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. Where you grew up? california&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. What you read last. emails&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. What are you wearing? black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. Your TV? off&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. Your pets? smelly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23. Your computer? slow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24. Your life? fabulous&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25. Your mood? anxious&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26. Missing someone? Christian&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27. Your car? sad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28. Something you're not wearing? socks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29. Favorite Store? Target&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30. Your summer? Warm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;31. Like someone? friends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;32. Your favorite color? Green&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;33. Last time you laughed? today&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;34. Last time you cried? commercial&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-1790662404877814964?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1790662404877814964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=1790662404877814964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/1790662404877814964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/1790662404877814964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/word.html' title='Word.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-4578935392740876392</id><published>2008-06-02T14:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:58:15.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the Start of Something Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SERprdlWGOI/AAAAAAAAACs/f3XEl3gwVYk/s1600-h/n500450356_241680_2527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SERprdlWGOI/AAAAAAAAACs/f3XEl3gwVYk/s320/n500450356_241680_2527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207403264543693026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about living in Utah is the lack of friends/ family. I mean, I haven't even seen Sex and the City yet. And its been out for 3 DAYS!! I refuse to go by myself. And I can't seem to drag Christian to go see the tribute to all things girly and pink. You'd think he would want to see all of those fabulous clothes and pink cosmos, but it just ain't gunna happen.&lt;br /&gt;So imagine my joy when i stroll into work this morning and see that my BEST BEST BEST BEST girlfriend from California has planned an extended weekend stay in OUR BASEMENT (yay for 2 bedroom apartments!). I almost died. I am thrilled, as you can probably tell by the sheer number of BIG LETTERS int his post. And she is going to be here over the 4th or July, which is a huge culture shock for me over here. I am not used to the minute by minute packed excitement for the day. Give me a BBQ and some poppers and I'm feeling patriotic. Her bargaining point was that I am not required to run (HAHA who are we kidding, walk) a 5K in the morning. Fair enough. They are our all time favorite couple. Its totally worth it. Plus, then I get bragging rights.&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for the sacrifice they are making to come out here. We all know gas isn't a joke these days. It'll kill ya. And she is going to be spending her 22nd Birthday here. Come on, ice cream cake!!! I am already getting a stash of fun gifts for her, and have been for months. It will be the fiesta to end all fiestaaas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown has begun... 1 MONTH AWAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-4578935392740876392?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4578935392740876392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=4578935392740876392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/4578935392740876392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/4578935392740876392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-start-of-something-good.html' title='This is the Start of Something Good!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SERprdlWGOI/AAAAAAAAACs/f3XEl3gwVYk/s72-c/n500450356_241680_2527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-885195163559746514</id><published>2008-05-05T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:58:15.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, my, GOSH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SB9V_v3_6YI/AAAAAAAAACk/lcnRCE_IAJ4/s1600-h/weddingcandsisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196967048680302978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SB9V_v3_6YI/AAAAAAAAACk/lcnRCE_IAJ4/s320/weddingcandsisters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BIIIG&lt;/span&gt; happy birthday wish to Christians sister, my (wonderful, charming, lovely, talented) sister-in-law, Sarah! Sarah is turning 21 this month, and we got to celebrate it with her last night. We had such a fun time eating dinner and having cake. Later this month she is going to Japan, and we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; excited for her. Seriously. It will be wicked awesome!! :)&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE YOU SARAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I will be posting soon on all of our other weekend activities. It was a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-885195163559746514?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/885195163559746514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=885195163559746514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/885195163559746514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/885195163559746514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-my-gosh.html' title='Oh, my, GOSH!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SB9V_v3_6YI/AAAAAAAAACk/lcnRCE_IAJ4/s72-c/weddingcandsisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-8740645379028528771</id><published>2008-04-30T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:13:52.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to know yooouuuu....</title><content type='html'>ABC Tag "getting to know you". Each player then tags 3 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Attached or single: Attached. Married. Ha Ha, that's still funny to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B- Best Friend: Well, there are two. Depends on the purpose. Christian, of course. But then, there is Kimi. World's Best Best Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-Cake or Pie:Ice Cream Cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-Day: Friday. And Saturday too, but only if Christian doesn't work at the bike shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E- Essential Item: Chapstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F- Favorite Color: to wear? Blue and black. In general? Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G-Gummi Bears or Worms: Worms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-Hometown: Pleasanton, CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I- Indulgences: Ice Cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- January or July?: July. Summer, my birthday, Kimi's Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-Kids: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-Life is incomplete without: Christian, My family, sunshine, Kimi and co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M- Marriage Date: January 5, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N- Number of Siblings: 3 and 4 siblings in law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O- Oranges or Apples: Mandarin Oranges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P- Phobias or Fears: Heights. Snakes. Creepy Crawly Things. SNOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q- Quote: "I DON'T want to talk about it!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R- Reason To Smile: Summer is on its WAY!! My family is in town! Baby Michael is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S- Season: Spring. There is hope for warmer weather in Spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- Tag Three: Everyone that reads this!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U- Unknown Fact About Me: Well, apparently I talk too much, because I can't think of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V- Vegetarian or Oppressor of Animal: Oppressor. I love meat! I can't live without it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W- Worst Habit: I talk too much. I'm impatient. I bite my nails. I have too many bad habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-Rays or Ultrasounds: umm... neither?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y-Your favorite food: Ice Cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z: Zodiac Sign: Leo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be bored at work today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-8740645379028528771?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8740645379028528771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=8740645379028528771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/8740645379028528771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/8740645379028528771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/getting-to-know-yooouuuu.html' title='Getting to know yooouuuu....'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-838734019007344447</id><published>2008-04-18T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:58:15.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad, but true</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SAi4JvizeRI/AAAAAAAAACc/7IK6xPVZtmQ/s1600-h/25th+anniversary+115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190601048065276178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SAi4JvizeRI/AAAAAAAAACc/7IK6xPVZtmQ/s320/25th+anniversary+115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SAi37fizeQI/AAAAAAAAACU/5YFXUgVCKxw/s1600-h/IMG_5073.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wonderful husband has decided to leave me for the dusty trails of Moab for a weekend. Which is great, becuase he LOVES to bike, and LOVES Moab. However, I do not LOVE being without him. He left last night around 6:30, and after eating a healthy dinner of pizza and kool-aid, I drove around for an hour and a half to keep from being at home by myself. I then played solitare for 2 hours, then finished a book and finally crashed at 1:00 am. Whew. One night down. I know this sounds silly, but I never thought I could miss someone so much, when they are gone for such little tme. He truly is my better half. I realised this morning as I was driving to work just how perfect he is for me. Since he is the only reader of our blog, I will list the (David Letterman) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;TOP&lt;/span&gt; TEN REASONS I LOVE MY HUSBAND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. He sings to me. Whether its in the shower, while he is doing dishes, he is singing to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. He is happy when I get to talk to my family or best friends on the phone, even when I talk for hours at a time. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. As much as he loves hard biking, he loves when I come along and we only get about 1/2 mile away before my tush starts to hurt and we go back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. He does mornings REALLY WELL. Everyday (mostly) he gets up when I do, sometimes before I do, so that he can make me a smoothie, toast, a yummy lunch, and to warm up my car while I am getting ready. Oh, and he sings to me while doing it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. He is a really nice guy. In the every meaning of the word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. He loves nothing more than to make me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. He was okay with the fact that last night, at 10:30 at night, I bought us two tickets to visit CA next weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. He tells me everyday how much he loves me and how lucky he is to have me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. All of a sudden, the little things in life are really really fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. He is my very best friend, and loves me for who I am and for who we will become together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Sweetie-Pie!! Come home SOOOOOON! (We are out of ice-cream AND pizza!!! HELP!) :)&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/5177572992800591386-838734019007344447?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/838734019007344447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=838734019007344447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/838734019007344447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/838734019007344447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/sad-but-true.html' title='Sad, but true'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/SAi4JvizeRI/AAAAAAAAACc/7IK6xPVZtmQ/s72-c/25th+anniversary+115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-386165853838594939</id><published>2008-04-07T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T10:18:48.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Fix-It-Up-Chappy"</title><content type='html'>I have never claimed to be handy, or even knowledgeable when it comes to fixing small repairs. So this weekend, when I hear a powerful gushing of  *HOT* water coming from our kitchen sink, I felt fear surge from every part of my body. Seriously. There I was, minding my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt;, when the hot water pipe decides to burst and hot water is streaming into our kitchen. LUCKILY, we got an overwhelming supply of towels for our wedding, so I threw those down real fast. The water was faster. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frantically&lt;/span&gt; called Christian, demanding him to come home NOW. Like the wonderful, devoted husband he is, he came home. HOWEVER, I still have about a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;half&lt;/span&gt; our to kill before he got there, and our old, funny, incapable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;landlord&lt;/span&gt; above us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; home. Not that he would have helped anyways. So what does any newly married &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt; do? Call their Dad. :) He tells me to go look around the house for the main water shut off. Picture this... this maniac girl, (who decided to work out the other day for the first time in a long time, so she was very sore) running/hobbling all around the exterior of the house in my PJ's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;turning&lt;/span&gt; every nozzle I can find, while talking on my phone. So after about 10 minutes of that, and realizing that, no, I can't fix anything on my own, I decide &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; I need to move ALL of the furniture in our kitchen, as to keep in away from the massive amounts of water that is now filling up most of our kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;I can't do much, but I can move food. By the time this was done, my hero came home, turned off the water (by this time, it had turned cold), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; began to clean it all up. While I watched and just LAUGHED. Because by this point I realised that the whole situation was  pretty amusing.  Christian then fixed the busted tube as I went shopping. Then he put everything back and cleaned it all up, while I slept in the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh p.s. I had JUST cleaned out house, moment before the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;geyser&lt;/span&gt;. MOMENTS. SCRUBBED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-386165853838594939?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/386165853838594939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=386165853838594939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/386165853838594939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/386165853838594939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/fix-it-up-chappy.html' title='The &quot;Fix-It-Up-Chappy&quot;'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-425127111945767581</id><published>2008-03-27T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T10:19:59.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Destruction of Spring</title><content type='html'>A most toublesome event took place yesterday. As you know, we have many precious desserts in our home. I won't list them, because Lisa has already done so in her last post. But one dessert that I must mention is the Spring Cake with Strawberry frosting. Lisa and I made it to celebrate the arrival of spring! However, we recently went shopping at Costco and our fridge is now packed to capacity. The cake was taking up much of the room. We had to throw it out. It was a very difficult decision. It was either the Cake or the Banana Cream Pie, which happened to be the better tasting of the two. But it was sad since we spent a good amout of time and fun creating our Spring Sensation! I'm really not this dramatic about food. But we had hardly dented the cake before it was chucked! So I have every right to be upset about it! I can't wait for Lisa to read this post. She will get a kick out of it for sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-425127111945767581?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/425127111945767581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=425127111945767581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/425127111945767581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/425127111945767581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/most-toublesome-event-took-place.html' title='The Destruction of Spring'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-7869452822227181675</id><published>2008-03-25T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:49:53.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone has to grow up...</title><content type='html'>Easter candy has always brought joy to my heart. The moment that Valentines day is over, I rush to Target and load up on all of the Reeses eggs my little heart desires. I then proceed to eat them all that evening while watching a girlie movie, and then blissfully sleep the stomach ache away. Not this year. This year, the Reeses eggs are STILL in their wrapper, sitting on the pantry shelf, neglected. Along with the banana cream pie, the strawberry cake, the Sees easter candy, the ice cream, and last but not least, the frozen cookie dough in the freezer. I have no interest in eating anything resembling chocolate. I never thought I would see the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. Do Girl Scout cookies count? Because I have totally been nibbling on those for the past 3 hours...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-7869452822227181675?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7869452822227181675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=7869452822227181675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/7869452822227181675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/7869452822227181675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/everyone-has-to-grow-up.html' title='Everyone has to grow up...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-4364933205270736988</id><published>2008-03-17T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:58:16.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Michael fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/R97iKbk3l1I/AAAAAAAAABc/ZvQlrpt-FiU/s1600-h/Michael2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178825290351613778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/R97iKbk3l1I/AAAAAAAAABc/ZvQlrpt-FiU/s320/Michael2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ta- daaa!!! I think I am finally getting the hang of this blogging thing. Posting pictures, at least. Here is the little man. My mom has been in town since friday, and I was able to spend most of the weekend with them down in provo. Christian was even able to join us on Sunday! It was so much fun getting together with my family and enjoying each others company. Ill try to find some pictures of all of us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-4364933205270736988?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4364933205270736988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=4364933205270736988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/4364933205270736988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/4364933205270736988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-michael-fun.html' title='More Michael fun!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iefpmFbY1j4/R97iKbk3l1I/AAAAAAAAABc/ZvQlrpt-FiU/s72-c/Michael2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-1941612161899458415</id><published>2008-03-06T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T16:34:03.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael James Schott!</title><content type='html'>The big man has arrived! My brother Eric, and his wife, Hannah, welcomed the first grandchild/nephew of the family yesterday. Michael James Schott was born at 1:10 pm on March 5, 2008. We got to meet him last night and let me tell you, he is the most perfect baby in the world. I might be a little biased though. :)&lt;br /&gt;I will have to post pictures a little later, for some reason I can't right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-1941612161899458415?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1941612161899458415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=1941612161899458415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/1941612161899458415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/1941612161899458415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/michael-james-schott.html' title='Michael James Schott!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177572992800591386.post-6118741801680916716</id><published>2008-03-03T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T10:11:26.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have Arrived!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, we have jumped on the bandwagon of blogging! I hope one day to have something exciting to put on here, but for new I will just try to figure this thing out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5177572992800591386-6118741801680916716?l=niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6118741801680916716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5177572992800591386&amp;postID=6118741801680916716' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/6118741801680916716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5177572992800591386/posts/default/6118741801680916716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niederhauserfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-have-arrived.html' title='We Have Arrived!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05787373942101980047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
