<?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-627137603719541255</id><updated>2011-09-28T16:43:18.875-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hot stotts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-6900391390879223838</id><published>2010-11-10T17:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T17:33:37.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>our little hAiLeY bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/TNs5077_U6I/AAAAAAAAAQE/tSFp-4q5WqM/s1600/hailey%2Bpumpkin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/TNs5077_U6I/AAAAAAAAAQE/tSFp-4q5WqM/s320/hailey%2Bpumpkin.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538083748387443618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/TNs50j-HuwI/AAAAAAAAAP8/dCsDz5q_7vo/s1600/princess%2Bhailey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/TNs50j-HuwI/AAAAAAAAAP8/dCsDz5q_7vo/s320/princess%2Bhailey.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538083741953932034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/TNs50FwdCQI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ePJOeDPeT9g/s1600/hailey%2Bbug.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/TNs50FwdCQI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ePJOeDPeT9g/s320/hailey%2Bbug.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538083733843544322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were do i begin with my little hailey.  she is constantly making me laugh saying things like: i love you in the morning mom and princesses don't go in the potty-to justify her not wanting to be potty trained! she loves her "nin-nastics" (gymnastics) class and eating waffels for every meal.  she can often be found with her hands on her hips or climbing on anything that is standing still.  i adore her and she is my 'best bud'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-6900391390879223838?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/6900391390879223838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=6900391390879223838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/6900391390879223838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/6900391390879223838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2010/11/our-little-hailey-bug.html' title='our little hAiLeY bug'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/TNs5077_U6I/AAAAAAAAAQE/tSFp-4q5WqM/s72-c/hailey%2Bpumpkin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-2398951259182273742</id><published>2010-11-10T16:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T16:58:44.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another birthday come and gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/TNsxhJIQm_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/4EA5tJaslFg/s1600/IMG_0357.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/_O_XzBEOYuZI/TNsxhJIQm_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/4EA5tJaslFg/s320/IMG_0357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538074612238162930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the past year i turned 33 years old. double digets of yuckiness and olderness.  i have decided that while mentally i don't think i am this old my body is starting to tell me im getting old but with this comment i refuse to give in.  i will not let myself wear house coats, i will not stop wearing flip flops and replace them with girdles and panty hose. i will not stop loving the smell of a new box of crayons and i will not keep trying to make chocolate one of the major food groups.  and so world i am 33 and plan to keep on truckin, trying to put a little more skip in my step and less weight on my thighs but a little happier! go team-im in my thirties!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-2398951259182273742?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/2398951259182273742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=2398951259182273742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/2398951259182273742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/2398951259182273742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2010/11/another-birthday-come-and-gone.html' title='another birthday come and gone'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/TNsxhJIQm_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/4EA5tJaslFg/s72-c/IMG_0357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-6345118658082738118</id><published>2010-11-10T16:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T16:42:23.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im back in the saddle again!</title><content type='html'>well ive decided its time to update my blog since for goodness sake its been way too long, and so here i go. im putting back on my funny pants, looking for adventure and moments that make me chuckle and im getting back on the horse. so giddie up and away we go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-6345118658082738118?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/6345118658082738118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=6345118658082738118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/6345118658082738118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/6345118658082738118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-back-in-saddle-again.html' title='im back in the saddle again!'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-4878821495882989122</id><published>2009-12-06T21:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:20:33.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what in the world...</title><content type='html'>my girls are constantly making me giggle but im not quite sure what to think about this one.  For the past few months Emma has been practicing her jump roping skills.  Our home is constatnly filled with the sound of her footsteps jumping throughout the house.  The other day I was in my room getting ready and could hear the typical sound of Emma's footsteps bouncing throughout the house.  A few minutes I found her jumping her little heart out and yet there was something a bit different.  In her hands instead of a brightly colored jump rope was one of my bras, yep she was jump roping with my bra.  While I've laughed about it numerous times I've wondered what in the world, are my ladies really that big?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-4878821495882989122?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/4878821495882989122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=4878821495882989122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/4878821495882989122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/4878821495882989122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-in-world.html' title='what in the world...'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-5020916661039270816</id><published>2009-11-08T22:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:19:31.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/Svelvh5t9KI/AAAAAAAAAPE/an8ehyMaBns/s1600-h/11062009+033.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/_O_XzBEOYuZI/Svelvh5t9KI/AAAAAAAAAPE/an8ehyMaBns/s320/11062009+033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401968514027091106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SvelvOCvHLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/vuaeqxWZL0I/s1600-h/11062009+029.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/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SvelvOCvHLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/vuaeqxWZL0I/s320/11062009+029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401968508696206514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SvelugZUixI/AAAAAAAAAO0/B9ExIcX-X_8/s1600-h/11062009+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SvelugZUixI/AAAAAAAAAO0/B9ExIcX-X_8/s320/11062009+028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401968496442903314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year we had our annual tradition of going to my brother's house, filling up on chili then off for too may hours of trick or treating.  while i am grateful for the bags full of candy that i can eat for months and months after it is always a bit trying when my brother is saying "lets see whose kids can last the longest. and Oh look how much faster my kids are running to the doors" ive learned to deal with the inappropriate competitiveness of the night and was glad this year the whining and crying made us turn in early.&lt;br /&gt;emma deputed as wonder woman-the greatest super hero of all and hailey was a mermaid.  i came as a disco diva with a really great afro and casey came as casey.  fall is my favorite season of all and its even better with my girls!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-5020916661039270816?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/5020916661039270816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=5020916661039270816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/5020916661039270816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/5020916661039270816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-2009.html' title='halloween 2009'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/Svelvh5t9KI/AAAAAAAAAPE/an8ehyMaBns/s72-c/11062009+033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-768494366406343580</id><published>2009-11-08T22:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:04:49.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my moment of fame!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/Svei7HICmwI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ldJgbsCO-Zo/s1600-h/SoCal+2009+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/Svei7HICmwI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ldJgbsCO-Zo/s320/SoCal+2009+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401965414462954242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this fall i was in a wedding expo with some great exposure on TV and radio and so i had my 10 seconds of fame on fox 13 with the big Buddha.  we did his makeup for the morning show and had ton of fun with it while freezing our buns off at 6am but worth it to see how fabulous i look on tv!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-768494366406343580?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/768494366406343580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=768494366406343580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/768494366406343580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/768494366406343580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-moment-of-fame.html' title='my moment of fame!'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/Svei7HICmwI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ldJgbsCO-Zo/s72-c/SoCal+2009+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-5029635963384925677</id><published>2009-11-08T21:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:01:31.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fall trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SvehzOe5GHI/AAAAAAAAAOk/2g2pSEENOng/s1600-h/SoCal+2009+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SvehzOe5GHI/AAAAAAAAAOk/2g2pSEENOng/s320/SoCal+2009+084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401964179487266930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SvehyaDzVUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/f5deBLiClEM/s1600-h/SoCal+2009+104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SvehyaDzVUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/f5deBLiClEM/s320/SoCal+2009+104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401964165414999362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/Svehx_-6TzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/XBS29UDLLck/s1600-h/SoCal+2009+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/Svehx_-6TzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/XBS29UDLLck/s320/SoCal+2009+095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401964158415163186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SvehxRq3hpI/AAAAAAAAAOM/31ziEcgOm10/s1600-h/SoCal+2009+109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SvehxRq3hpI/AAAAAAAAAOM/31ziEcgOm10/s320/SoCal+2009+109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401964145983063698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SvehxKw-j0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/2OrfuB6tPcA/s1600-h/SoCal+2009+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SvehxKw-j0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/2OrfuB6tPcA/s320/SoCal+2009+036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401964144129642306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every year we go to the blessed california! usually we go in the summer so we can spend most of our quality time at the beach, but this year casey decided we needed to spend the majority of the time at amusement parks.  so after two days of good old family driving with fighting, crying and whining we finally arrived at home-in California!!! first day we went to sea world.  day two disneyland, day three beach, day four disneyland, day five sea world.  while it was fun filled and fabulous it was time to go home by then end.  note to self-always fly and more days at beach!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-5029635963384925677?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/5029635963384925677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=5029635963384925677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/5029635963384925677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/5029635963384925677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-trip.html' title='fall trip!'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SvehzOe5GHI/AAAAAAAAAOk/2g2pSEENOng/s72-c/SoCal+2009+084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-8178406936808574335</id><published>2009-11-08T21:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:41:44.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>am i really this old?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SvedHcfxSfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/E440q3qwrF8/s1600-h/0926+706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SvedHcfxSfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/E440q3qwrF8/s200/0926+706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401959029288290802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SvedGxgDZDI/AAAAAAAAAN0/usxpqDFDf68/s1600-h/0926+695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SvedGxgDZDI/AAAAAAAAAN0/usxpqDFDf68/s200/0926+695.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401959017746752562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this september emma started big kid school as a kindergartner.  it was bitter sweet as i realized she was growing up which also meant i am getting older.  all in one week my emma entered the big kid world, hailey got her first haircut, i learned about back to school night and joined the PTA-although i vow not to help with a bake off!!! &lt;br /&gt;emma delightedly entered this new stage of life while i drove away and wondered can i really be this old.  i still try to be a hip young mom but am realizing time goes by and before you know it your having "the talk" with you kids, they are getting their drivers license and going on dates then off to college and married with their own kids. needless to say the first day of school was a bit more traumatic for me then anyone else in the family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-8178406936808574335?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/8178406936808574335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=8178406936808574335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/8178406936808574335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/8178406936808574335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2009/11/am-i-really-this-old.html' title='am i really this old?'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SvedHcfxSfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/E440q3qwrF8/s72-c/0926+706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-362660725696191140</id><published>2009-07-26T22:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:54:26.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>our fabulously wonderful lake powell trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/Sm0y4ROmDoI/AAAAAAAAANs/B-RLqgELPLM/s1600-h/103_0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/Sm0y4ROmDoI/AAAAAAAAANs/B-RLqgELPLM/s200/103_0365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362998673546808962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/Sm0y3diy5DI/AAAAAAAAANk/BGZcUEjKRyk/s1600-h/103_0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/Sm0y3diy5DI/AAAAAAAAANk/BGZcUEjKRyk/s200/103_0345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362998659672892466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/Sm0y3EGybiI/AAAAAAAAANc/w-MclL6go3w/s1600-h/103_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/Sm0y3EGybiI/AAAAAAAAANc/w-MclL6go3w/s200/103_0331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362998652844535330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/Sm0y23AAo0I/AAAAAAAAANU/ytGdqai8GUI/s1600-h/103_0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/Sm0y23AAo0I/AAAAAAAAANU/ytGdqai8GUI/s200/103_0325.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362998649326445378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i need to say is that for me there are a few places in the world that i think are heavenly and i have decided to add lake powell to my list. this last week my cute brother invited us to lake powell to play on his boat. it was one of the most fantastic trips we have had as a family and i loved it. hooray for fabulous trips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-362660725696191140?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/362660725696191140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=362660725696191140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/362660725696191140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/362660725696191140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-fabulously-wonderful-lake-powell.html' title='our fabulously wonderful lake powell trip'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/Sm0y4ROmDoI/AAAAAAAAANs/B-RLqgELPLM/s72-c/103_0365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-5948078830702830222</id><published>2009-06-03T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:40:01.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'>why im the greatest mom in america!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SidCAIxtGNI/AAAAAAAAANM/dWdlijtoyJY/s1600-h/103_0161%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SidCAIxtGNI/AAAAAAAAANM/dWdlijtoyJY/s200/103_0161%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343312053021776082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-5948078830702830222?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/5948078830702830222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=5948078830702830222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/5948078830702830222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/5948078830702830222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-im-greatest-mom-in-america.html' title='why im the greatest mom in america!'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SidCAIxtGNI/AAAAAAAAANM/dWdlijtoyJY/s72-c/103_0161%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-6636901884363612538</id><published>2009-05-05T15:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:25:23.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my darling Emma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SgCuu8Z2cXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/7mtBTpfaKjw/s1600-h/scan0001+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 105px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SgCuu8Z2cXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/7mtBTpfaKjw/s200/scan0001+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332454080318435698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few months ago my darling Emma saw me getting in the shower. I noticed as I was getting in that she was drawing but didn't think anything of it, but as I got out she showed off her masterpiece which to my delight was of me naked. Below is a copy of the pictures-one of the front and once of the back. You will note the fine detail as well as its almost perfect likeness to my proportions. Hooray for my little artist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-6636901884363612538?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/6636901884363612538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=6636901884363612538' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/6636901884363612538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/6636901884363612538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-my-darling-emma.html' title='Oh my darling Emma'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SgCuu8Z2cXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/7mtBTpfaKjw/s72-c/scan0001+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-5529283008815263907</id><published>2009-04-16T14:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:44:03.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta-dA</title><content type='html'>Well for a long time now I have had a dream. A dream that someday I would grow up and be a make up artist.  That it would be my job to enhance peoples beauty and make them look fabulous but it was always just a dream.  Well a few months ago I found some classes which lead to more classes and more classes and now-TaDa i am a make up artist. Yes indeed i have a big box with lots of make up stuff and lots of brushes and I am in heaven.  Right now im working on my website etc. and will let you all know how thats going but hooray im making the dream come true. sorry no funny stories just the inspiration to make your dreams come true! amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-5529283008815263907?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/5529283008815263907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=5529283008815263907' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/5529283008815263907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/5529283008815263907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2009/04/ta-da.html' title='Ta-dA'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-8309720169839261431</id><published>2009-01-27T21:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:21:42.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>our latest adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SX_lV0A5OQI/AAAAAAAAAL8/_PeramdjA2w/s1600-h/101_1486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SX_lV0A5OQI/AAAAAAAAAL8/_PeramdjA2w/s200/101_1486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296203849713400066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well we were off for four days of pure relaxation. four days with no diapers, no sippy cups, no winning, yep no kids. now just a little note i haven't been away from hailey for longer than a couple of hours and i have only been away from emma for two days-so it was a bit traumatizing, but i knew it would be good for all of us.  so the second day of our adventure was the best day of all. we went snowmobiling-and it was fabulous and fun and all of those words to describe a good time. after we went home had a nap with no children, no sippy cups and no whinning and it was fabulous. THEN...we decided to go to the local hot springs to just relax!!! after getting in our suits we walked out into this amazing sight-there were three natural hot springs lit by dim lights, it was perfectly amazing. so we got in and began to soak and then it happened...we were surrounded by lots of nakedness, yep naked kneecaps, naked arms, and yes naked bums. luckily the lights were so dim that we really couldn't see a lot, but i sure did see a lot of shinny white bottoms. i was a bit uncomfortable, not quite sure if i should close my eyes, turn my head or awe at the free spirits all around me. while i tried to just enjoy the relaxing moment in the wonderful warm water, i couldn't help but be distracted by-not the excess of skin but my inner desire to join the group and get all nude.  i guess for now i will just have to have my brief daily naked white bum moments until i am able to fulfill my inner desire to be a skinny dipper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-8309720169839261431?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/8309720169839261431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=8309720169839261431' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/8309720169839261431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/8309720169839261431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-latest-adventure.html' title='our latest adventure'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SX_lV0A5OQI/AAAAAAAAAL8/_PeramdjA2w/s72-c/101_1486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-3501550952907572101</id><published>2009-01-05T14:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:58:24.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new year resolutions</title><content type='html'>So i've decided to post my new year's resolutions so that if i am naughty and you catch me, you are totally allowed to call me on it and then say mean things about my commitment and dedication issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. stop swearing-now i would like to explain that sometimes i believe swearing is appropriate and needs to be used for emphasis, however i will try to refrain from most swear words but occasionally might slip for purely humorous reasons.&lt;br /&gt;2. make my life healthy-this will be tough since i believe chocolate and ice cream should be a part of the four food groups but i will make a strong effort to abstain from the yumminess and just eat lots of wheat germ. &lt;br /&gt;3. be nicer-now i know you all are saying, what you are so nice, but in my head i often see people and want to kick them in the knee caps for the dumbness, and so my resolution to be nicer is purely to try and think of good things rather than kick you in the knee caps things when i see people acting in a dumbness fashion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so there they are. my new year resolutions. i will try one hundred percent to be better and know that you will all like me lots better at the end 2010 if i can stick to the plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-3501550952907572101?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/3501550952907572101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=3501550952907572101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/3501550952907572101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/3501550952907572101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-resolutions.html' title='new year resolutions'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-137679032356415073</id><published>2008-12-05T23:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:40:54.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YeAh mE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/STobKXE2efI/AAAAAAAAAK0/fUjN72wlOOc/s1600-h/101_1315%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/STobKXE2efI/AAAAAAAAAK0/fUjN72wlOOc/s200/101_1315%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276559778224962034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/STobJ6dzHSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/hkvFoIfZSu4/s1600-h/101_1318%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/STobJ6dzHSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/hkvFoIfZSu4/s200/101_1318%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276559770544971042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i dont claim to be a big work out queen but ever since my car accident I have wanted to run in a race. Im sure it is because of all my broken bones and the fact that my doctors all told me i could never run again, that i always felt sad and grouchy that there was something i could never do.  a few months ago i was on a walk and i decided i was going to try running, now preface-i havent run for seven years and anytime i tried i was in agonizing pain and i had to stop after a few steps. so i started running thinking it would end up the same way, but as i kept running i didn't have any pain.  it was the greatest thrill and i decided i would try running again.  day after day i ran and while my body had a few achey moments i kept going.  one weekend my brother in law suggested a 5k and i decided i was going to do it and began training.  now i know a 5k really isnt that far but well on Thanksgiving day i did it, i ran my first 5k! so yep im bragging, i ran a 5k and its a big deal and reason for me to celebrate lots and lots because i got hit by a car and was not supposed to run ever again! thanks for letting me have my moment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-137679032356415073?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/137679032356415073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=137679032356415073' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/137679032356415073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/137679032356415073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/12/yeah-me.html' title='YeAh mE!'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/STobKXE2efI/AAAAAAAAAK0/fUjN72wlOOc/s72-c/101_1315%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-3461480659376308659</id><published>2008-11-25T17:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:08:36.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why we are better then they are!</title><content type='html'>Preface: I love Casey, I adore Casey! Casey is my hunk o-burnin' love! Casey is wonderful, fabulous and great but sometimes I really wonder how many kids I really have. &lt;br /&gt;So last week started off with Emma waking me up at 1am by crying, "mommma, I just threw up" -sweet words every mother loves to hear in the morning.  The following days were filled with lots of throw up clean up, pj's being changed and trying my best to be the greatest mom in America.  And my little Emma was a trooper! She didn't cry or complain, just laid on the couch and felt yucky! &lt;br /&gt;And then it moved on to my Hailey.  She was about the same, just feeling yucky but no complaining or crying. My week consisted of sweats and ponytails, lots of loads of wash, hand sanitizer and yuckiness. &lt;br /&gt;But then it was Casey's turn to be sick.  He was sick like the girls, lots of time not keeping much down but oh my, you would have thought he was dying. Everytime he would finish throwing up there was moaning and I heard more than once-"Oh, oh, I can't take it any more".  Now come on, really? I mean I know it stinks being sick and is pretty aweful at times but seriously! I just love my little Casey but this week made me wonder how many children I really have and whose the bigger baby, Casey or Hailey! But this week also made me realize us ladies are a lot stronger, betterer or amazingly wonderful than those men!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-3461480659376308659?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/3461480659376308659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=3461480659376308659' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/3461480659376308659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/3461480659376308659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-why-we-are-better-then-they-are.html' title='This is why we are better then they are!'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-6022970425797761759</id><published>2008-11-08T12:07:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T13:24:29.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinks im loving but might need to swear about!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SRXwaoNJu4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/djN0prlACxk/s1600-h/101_1276%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SRXwaoNJu4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/djN0prlACxk/s200/101_1276%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266379679539510146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SRXwaMyJsMI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Gax04f_iQnA/s1600-h/101_1256%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SRXwaMyJsMI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Gax04f_iQnA/s200/101_1256%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266379672178503874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SRXwZwUic5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/ht6cBQoYuoI/s1600-h/101_1254%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SRXwZwUic5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/ht6cBQoYuoI/s200/101_1254%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266379664538104722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SRXwZmIq5oI/AAAAAAAAAKM/e8jho_kMkAw/s1600-h/101_1219%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SRXwZmIq5oI/AAAAAAAAAKM/e8jho_kMkAw/s200/101_1219%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266379661803972226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SRXwZOZ9upI/AAAAAAAAAKE/E99BE4KfLew/s1600-h/101_1218%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SRXwZOZ9upI/AAAAAAAAAKE/E99BE4KfLew/s200/101_1218%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266379655434058386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yep it is Autumn and we are loving it. Everyday seems like a picture perfect moment with the brilliant colors changing everywhere and the crisp air-im lovin it! And then there was Halloween. I absolutely adore the fall, especially around Halloween cuz there are tons of fun filled and fabulous things to do like pumpkin patches and Halloween parties-im lovin it. My Emma was a big black cat and Hailey was a dancing elephant. They were darling and then there was trick or treating. We have a fun family tradition that we go to my brother's house and have chili then take the kids trick or treating. Now to preface the remainder of the story, my brother is very intense and competitive, so when we go he makes sure to point out that his kids are running faster than mine to the doors and will last longer getting treats.  So this year I was bound to make sure he didn't win the my kids better than your kids contest-im lovin it.  As the night began it was business as usual, his kids were running to each door and my little Emma was just delighted to be out enjoying the evening of getting treats! But as the night wore on my brother made it clear that we would be trick or treating until 9pm. Door after door, street after street the night wore on.  Emma's adrenalin wore off about an hour into it and mine was out about 10 minutes later but we held out and stuck with it until the magical long awaited 9pm.  And so after two and a half hours of trick or treating/whining we went back to my brother's to see the goodies, and to my pure delight Emma had LOTS of candy.  Now of course I got first choice on which pieces were "poison"-im lovin it, then Emma started in on her stash. With the days to follow Emma quickly forgot about her "stash" but it was on my mind most of the day and the bag o treats quickly became my breakfast, lunch and dinner.  After a few days of chocolate galore, Casey realized what I was doing and hid the candy-not from Emma-oh no, from me.  So now I'm back to carrot and lots of water and a daily hunt for the trick or treat stash-might be swearing about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-6022970425797761759?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/6022970425797761759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=6022970425797761759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/6022970425797761759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/6022970425797761759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/11/thinks-im-loving-but-might-need-to.html' title='Thinks im loving but might need to swear about!'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SRXwaoNJu4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/djN0prlACxk/s72-c/101_1276%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-1800624513495869143</id><published>2008-10-30T22:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:50:55.329-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hApPy HaLLoWeEn~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SQqObzZVwII/AAAAAAAAAJg/yHuVPpD2Av8/s1600-h/101_1233%5B7%5D"&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/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SQqObzZVwII/AAAAAAAAAJg/yHuVPpD2Av8/s320/101_1233%5B7%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263175722839949442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-1800624513495869143?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/1800624513495869143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=1800624513495869143' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/1800624513495869143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/1800624513495869143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='hApPy HaLLoWeEn~'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SQqObzZVwII/AAAAAAAAAJg/yHuVPpD2Av8/s72-c/101_1233%5B7%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-4811669091685869182</id><published>2008-10-23T21:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:16:01.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A week of Firsts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SQFE4tgv3cI/AAAAAAAAAJY/W7cHzsPNXuA/s1600-h/101_1196%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SQFE4tgv3cI/AAAAAAAAAJY/W7cHzsPNXuA/s200/101_1196%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260561580825763266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SQFE4EjDUNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/c0hdyYBrDiE/s1600-h/101_1189%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SQFE4EjDUNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/c0hdyYBrDiE/s200/101_1189%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260561569829572818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SQFE3toru2I/AAAAAAAAAJI/dPslDajfADk/s1600-h/101_1087%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SQFE3toru2I/AAAAAAAAAJI/dPslDajfADk/s200/101_1087%5B2%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260561563679177570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SQFE3eflttI/AAAAAAAAAJA/hA6a0kXqz-Y/s1600-h/101_1083%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SQFE3eflttI/AAAAAAAAAJA/hA6a0kXqz-Y/s200/101_1083%5B2%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260561559614502610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SQFE2sdzvEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/NvMFV11uMXk/s1600-h/101_1061%5B3%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SQFE2sdzvEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/NvMFV11uMXk/s200/101_1061%5B3%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260561546185260098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week was filled with lots of Firsts! We went on our First trip back east and had lots of First experiences. It was Hailey's First plane trip which was tons of fun since the Benadryl had an opposite affect and she was hyperactive, no napping! Then we were off to NY where we had our First subway ride-we didn't even get mugged. We had our First stroll through central park and basked in the lights of Time Square. We had our First view of New York from the Empire State building. Next we were off to Virginia where we went to our First Pumpkin patch, where we went through our First corn maze, Hailey interacted with her first goat who tried to eat her sweater, we played in our first sand box filled with corn! And in DC we went to our First patriotic moments visiting the Lincoln Memorial, the Washington memorial, the reflection pond and the White House-where i tried to see how far I could get over the fence before I got shot! All in all it was a fabulous trip full of fabulous Firsts in amazing places!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-4811669091685869182?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/4811669091685869182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=4811669091685869182' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/4811669091685869182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/4811669091685869182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/10/week-of-firsts_23.html' title='A week of Firsts!'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SQFE4tgv3cI/AAAAAAAAAJY/W7cHzsPNXuA/s72-c/101_1196%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-4158394121036119603</id><published>2008-09-26T12:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:03:31.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three things I am absolutely in love with</title><content type='html'>Lets face it we all have to have a few things we are just absolutely in love with besides our darling kids and hunky husbands. And so I have recently fallen in love with a few things that maybe you should too since lets face it Im pretty darn fabulous and basically what I say and think is pretty much the greatest! &lt;br /&gt;1. I am absolutely in love with those yummy Rocky Mountain carmel apples! Are you kidding me, who in the world thought of that and then decided to spice it up with cinnamon and more yumminess. I keep telling myself it is okay that I just ate a whole one all by myself since it was a whole apple so I figure it cancells out the chocolate and carmel and sugar galore yumminess.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am absolutely in love with Sarah Palin. Now let me just explain before everyone thinks Im getting all political since really I can only stand about 5 minutes of anything news like. I love her hair, her glasses, that she is a mom and a pretty hot one too and that she doesn't let the men intimidate her. Im just proud to see a woman taking charge in a dress and heals with great hair! &lt;br /&gt;3. I am absolutely in love with those darn Twilight books. Yep I have joined the naughtiness and become incaptivated by the Twilight. I have to monitor myself by saying I have to go to bed by 11pm, and I have to read my scriptures first and I have to remember to eat and I have to get at least one thing on my list done, but embarrassingly I am on the countdown for the movie band wagon. Yep I cried when Edward and Bella broke up and I have watched the trailer for the movie more than once and been like a giggly teenager. So yep thanks Stephanie Myers-you got me. &lt;br /&gt;So there it is things I am absolutely in love with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-4158394121036119603?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/4158394121036119603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=4158394121036119603' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/4158394121036119603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/4158394121036119603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/09/three-things-i-am-absolutely-in-love.html' title='Three things I am absolutely in love with'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-9128429716422547181</id><published>2008-09-08T13:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T14:12:36.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets talk about bowling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SMWHEe4UkrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kvFUUHYmd_E/s1600-h/101_0838%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SMWHEe4UkrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kvFUUHYmd_E/s200/101_0838%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243745852221330098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SMWHEpy_Q7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/FrhxLUy1z4E/s1600-h/101_0844%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SMWHEpy_Q7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/FrhxLUy1z4E/s200/101_0844%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243745855151752114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SMWHFME23bI/AAAAAAAAAF4/s1V047yW9q8/s1600-h/101_0839%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SMWHFME23bI/AAAAAAAAAF4/s1V047yW9q8/s200/101_0839%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243745864353504690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this last weekend we took the girls bowling and while it was delightful it was once again a reminder that I will never be a superstar bowler. Yes it is true I try with all my heart to be good but for some reason I just can't do bowl.  I studied the amazing grace and ease of the bowlers around me and then tried to implement what I had seen with no avail. While I will continue to work on my bowling skills I think it says a lot that Emma and I were tied most of the game. Yep she is four years old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-9128429716422547181?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/9128429716422547181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=9128429716422547181' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/9128429716422547181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/9128429716422547181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-talk-about-bowling.html' title='Lets talk about bowling...'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SMWHEe4UkrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kvFUUHYmd_E/s72-c/101_0838%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-8628131916185047898</id><published>2008-08-28T16:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:04:50.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep Im one of those...</title><content type='html'>So since I can remember my family has been big BYU football fans. I grew up with a brother who is very athletic and competative and it has only gotten worse over the years. While I adore my brother he is that guy at the games who you kindof want to punch because he is yelling so much, believing that the players and referees are actually hearing his outrageous words of "advise".  He has gotten in a number of yellng matches and fights over his beloved BYU cougars and I must admit at times I am a bit embarrassed by his enthuasium.&lt;br /&gt;And then it happened. My little Emma had her first soccer game. Mind you she is only four and so she is playing that kind of soccer when they all just run around and chase the ball. There is always a girl who is sitting down on the field picking flowers or making a castle out of the dirt and there is lots of falling down and grabbing the soccer ball with their hands. At this age it is just fun, who cares who wins or scores the goal, we are all on a team here to just have fun.  But oh no, not to me. As soon as the ball is kicked off Im standing up yelling at Emma to get the ball, to run faster, to kick it hard etc. etc. etc. It isn't until half time that I realize I am becoming hoarse from all my "parental support".  I vow to try and calm down since afterall they are only four and for goodness sake this is fun not competative. But then they start the second quarter and Im out of my seat again, yelling and jumping, unable to contain my "cheering".  By the end of the game I am more tired than Emma and as I sat in my seat I took a deep breath and realized I am one of those people who you want to sit down and stop shouting-a bit annoying but in my world lets just call it lovingly enthuastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-8628131916185047898?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/8628131916185047898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=8628131916185047898' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/8628131916185047898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/8628131916185047898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/08/yep-im-one-of-those.html' title='Yep Im one of those...'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-121682798861074490</id><published>2008-08-10T21:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:57:28.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethings just make me grouchy!</title><content type='html'>Somethings just make me grouchy and wanting to punch people in the kneecaps and today it just happens to be hairstylists-except for my darling cousin Summer! This is what I think-you go to your hair lady/man and say hey here is what I want whither it be a different color or a new cut and then you completely surrender to them. Some person with scissors and chemicals to do whatever they want despite your opinion and you just hope that they heard what you said. I wonder if they realize the power that they have to transform you into a beauty queen super hotty or and ugliness with bad hair. And so yes there is a story to go along with my grouchiness. I went to my hair lady the other day-the lady I have been going to for eight years. And I have gotten to the point of almost complete trust to the point where I will tell her what I think and then will say "but whatever you think, I trust you". And so we had a similar conversation this last week as I sat in her beauti/uglifier chair and I told her I just needed a &lt;strong&gt;little trim and reshaping&lt;/strong&gt; since my hair was starting to look like a grown out mane rather than a hip hot momma hair cut. She ran her hands through it briefly and washed it and then we were back in the chair and she started to work her magic? Now let me just say I have had my fair share of bad haircuts and whenever I am in "the chair" there is a bit of anxiety as I fear that this might be one of those bad hair cut moments again. And so I sat there with my bit of anxiety but anticipation that I would walk out a hot mamma again. So the snipping began and my hair began to fall on my lap and I felt the anxiety increase as saw how much hair was being cut, did I really have that much lenght to cut off? I watched as she just kept snipping and then it was done. She asked me to run my hands through it and make sure it felt okay and as I did I wanted to say "no it doesn't feel okay I have no hair". I walked out in sorrow knowing for the next few weeks I would have to look like a boy with big boosoms but I will bare it well knowing at least I have nice earlobes and awfully great eyelashes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-121682798861074490?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/121682798861074490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=121682798861074490' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/121682798861074490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/121682798861074490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/08/somethings-just-make-me-grouchy.html' title='Somethings just make me grouchy!'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-4910782073977952473</id><published>2008-07-25T13:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T14:24:13.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM NOT OLD</title><content type='html'>While I recognize that the years continue to pass which means I am getting older but I try to keep myself healthy, take my vitamines and still try to dress "hip" but sometimes things happen which just make me wonder how old I really am. &lt;br /&gt;Last week I was straightening up the house and doing it while listening to my ipod with the latest "hip" music and feeling like quite the youngster and then it happened. I try to multi task in all I do and so going downstairs to get the vaccum I had to make sure I had a handful of things to be put away.  I was walking down the stairs with a hitch in my young giddie up and then... i fell. it was like my feet just swept out from under me and I landed right on my not so young little bootie and bump, bump, bump I a few more steps to the bottom.  i sat there in pain not quite sure if i should cry out of pain or because of the reality of my no longer agil body.  after a few moments not quite sure what else to do I started laughing. and as I have reflected on my little "crash" i realize that yes I am 31 years old and i will keep falling down the stairs but i will never stop being "hip" and fabulous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-4910782073977952473?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/4910782073977952473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=4910782073977952473' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/4910782073977952473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/4910782073977952473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-not-old.html' title='I AM NOT OLD'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-7096256348100902024</id><published>2008-07-13T21:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:03:45.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep it finally happened</title><content type='html'>Well Ive been mindful of the fact the I probally should teach my little Emma the "correct" names for her "places" but have been very hesitant since lets be realistic do I really want my four year old walking around saying those words that really make almost anyone cringe to say and so I have been dragging my feet to the inevitable. &lt;br /&gt;Sooo, the other day we were at a delightful picnic with my family. There was laughter, sunshine with a cool breeze, good food and family-it was just a fun filled and fabulous time and then it happened. My nephew, Cole, who is two, clearly was in need of a diaper change. While my sister-in-law began to change him, my curious little Emma walked over to watch.  A few moments later my innocent darling little Emma came over and dropped the long awaited bomb by stating, "Momma-Cole has a peanut" and then proceeded to ask all the men in the group if they had peanuts too.  Amid the laughter I must admit I was glad my darling little Emma is still walking around calling things peepees and weewees and now peanuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-7096256348100902024?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/7096256348100902024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=7096256348100902024' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/7096256348100902024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/7096256348100902024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/07/yep-it-finally-happened.html' title='Yep it finally happened'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-5808242331560207721</id><published>2008-07-01T19:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:58:44.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>people i think should be shot</title><content type='html'>As I look around in the world i realize there are a number of people who should be shot. but the number one candidate for this form of making the world a better place is people who make their children have mullets-i mean seriously who first of all actually cuts these kids hair like that on purpose and then second who says after they have done the evil deed, "oh you look so cute" it just seems like a mean trick by the parents for their children to be a source of laughter at family parties. &lt;br /&gt;the other day i was driving past a play ground, the air was filled with childrens' laughter. i was delighted by the sight and then almost ran my car off the road when i saw a boy? girl? with a really long inappropriate you have got to be kidding me mullett. i tried to stop looking but all i could do was stare and wonder who thought that was a good idea to have their son?daughter?(i dont know if it was a boy with or girl since the hair cut isn't really helpful with this confusion) have this aweful demeaning hair style. I want to know who these people are and if they run their fingers through their children's hair and think oh you look so cute, pretty, tough. I just think it is mean and that these people should be shot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-5808242331560207721?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/5808242331560207721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=5808242331560207721' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/5808242331560207721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/5808242331560207721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/07/people-i-think-should-be-shot.html' title='people i think should be shot'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-9046357024999810907</id><published>2008-06-29T23:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:05:50.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SGhtA3jyGdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/E_0yeLw4SHU/s1600-h/101_0553%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SGhtA3jyGdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/E_0yeLw4SHU/s200/101_0553%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217540029990181330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SGhtCad6vkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yHKhNowPC4s/s1600-h/101_0561%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SGhtCad6vkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yHKhNowPC4s/s200/101_0561%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217540056540692034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SGhtELprwOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/f8cLht7CY7g/s1600-h/101_0555%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SGhtELprwOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/f8cLht7CY7g/s200/101_0555%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217540086923247842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SGhtFVSKpTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/k27py7dFXc4/s1600-h/101_0572%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SGhtFVSKpTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/k27py7dFXc4/s200/101_0572%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217540106688832818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;casey turned 29 years old&lt;br /&gt;emma learned about grafitti &lt;br /&gt;i continue to be the greatest mom in american&lt;br /&gt;hailey had her first swing ride&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-9046357024999810907?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/9046357024999810907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=9046357024999810907' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/9046357024999810907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/9046357024999810907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-weekend.html' title='this weekend...'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SGhtA3jyGdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/E_0yeLw4SHU/s72-c/101_0553%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-478729817718868333</id><published>2008-06-17T22:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:05:51.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casey's Fun with Facial Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SFiR41npTEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CyvXNx4B_uA/s1600-h/101_0517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SFiR41npTEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CyvXNx4B_uA/s200/101_0517.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213076974333414466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SFiR5EXhukI/AAAAAAAAAE4/j-DKUQ9oOUA/s1600-h/101_0518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SFiR5EXhukI/AAAAAAAAAE4/j-DKUQ9oOUA/s200/101_0518.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213076978292341314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SFiR5vY6FaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5-EAR-TnUlo/s1600-h/101_0535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SFiR5vY6FaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5-EAR-TnUlo/s200/101_0535.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213076989840856482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey decided to spice up our lives by having a few days of Fun with Facial Hair. While it had many monents of giggles it didn't exactly spice up our lives as Im not exactly attracted to mountain man/cowboys with porn mustaches. I sure do love him anyway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-478729817718868333?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/478729817718868333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=478729817718868333' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/478729817718868333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/478729817718868333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/06/caseys-fun-with-facial-hair.html' title='Casey&apos;s Fun with Facial Hair'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SFiR41npTEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CyvXNx4B_uA/s72-c/101_0517.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-2030109371411505754</id><published>2008-06-08T22:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T23:08:28.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Men and Sports</title><content type='html'>So I'm just wondering what is going on with men and sports. I grew up with a father who is a true blue BYU fan but he's never been a yeller. My brother on the other had is quite the shouter and attempts to get in fights at most athletic events-especially when it is between BYU and the Utes. And then there is my darling Casey. He is a somewhat quite man, not outspoken or by any means a shouter but when the TV is on and there is a sports event he becomes a different man.  There is loud clapping, shouting at referres and players, occasional semi swear words.  And I sit there watching wondering-Do you think they can hear you, if you clap louder do you think they will play better. I mean seriously when was the last time you were watching a "chick flick" and you started clapping loudly when the girl got her knight in shinning armor or shouted at the TV when Dr. McDreamy didn't run after Meridith on Grey's Anatomy. Im just wondering what it is with men and sports and why they act so shall we say "crazy" when there is a sports event on? I don't know the answer but for sure next time Im watching one of "my" shows I'm trying the "reaction" and see if it makes my television experience more exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-2030109371411505754?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/2030109371411505754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=2030109371411505754' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/2030109371411505754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/2030109371411505754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/06/men-and-sports.html' title='Men and Sports'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-3215961569254670131</id><published>2008-05-18T21:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:05:52.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hailey lovin bath time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SDDx04wzdsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hPvk3d36pkA/s1600-h/101_0372%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SDDx04wzdsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hPvk3d36pkA/s200/101_0372%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201923460505499330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SDDx1IwzdtI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QH355_1LkxE/s1600-h/101_0376%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SDDx1IwzdtI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QH355_1LkxE/s200/101_0376%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201923464800466642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey is discovering water and how much she loves it. Any time she hears it running she is instantly hypnotized and when she is in it she is delighted by the splashing. Needless to say I am delighted since i always wanted to be a mermaid when i was little and started swimming when i was five. so hopefully my girls love the water as much as i do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-3215961569254670131?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/3215961569254670131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=3215961569254670131' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/3215961569254670131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/3215961569254670131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/05/hailey-lovin-bath-time.html' title='hailey lovin bath time'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SDDx04wzdsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hPvk3d36pkA/s72-c/101_0372%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-723083465131718118</id><published>2008-05-01T13:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:39:55.699-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i will not be defeated</title><content type='html'>So i decided that it is time for me to get off my big bootie and get back to the gym so i can not only get rid of my relief society arms but also be in shape to run after hailey as soon as she starts walking-yikes. &lt;br /&gt;And so i bought a new gym membership last night, got up early today, put on my not so hot momma work out clothes, pinned back my hair and was off to the gym. I put in my time-spent and hour and a half at the gym, doin' my cardio and then my strength training and sweating like a man. So i come home and eat a healthy breakfast, drink lots of water and am feeling good about myself and my efforts to get back on the hot mom track and then she does it. My darling little emma who is always so observant says as im taking another gulp of my daily dose of water, "mom your tummy looks like there is a baby in there". Are you servious? I felt shocked and defeated as if all my good works for the day were ruined.  But just as i went to grab a bowl for my emotional crisis ice cream eating binge, her words rang through my ears. So i put down the big ice cream spoon, had another swig of water and ran into my room to do a million sit ups. I have decided that while I am not in the size zero i expect to be someday i will not be defeated by the innocent remarks of a child but will let those harsh words echo in my head and be my motivator for putting the chocolate fattening yumminess down and running to the nearest healthy get me thin foods!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-723083465131718118?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/723083465131718118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=723083465131718118' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/723083465131718118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/723083465131718118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-will-not-be-defeated.html' title='i will not be defeated'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-4630456281424275974</id><published>2008-04-27T23:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T23:13:37.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a more perfect world</title><content type='html'>Lately it has come to my attention that many breathtakingly beautiful women are not only drop dead georgous, but they are tall, have perfect hair that blows perfectly in the wind, sikly soft sunkissed skin and are skinny.  And so what i have decided is that no one is allowed to have it all. Either you get to be short and breathtakingly beautiful with perfect hair or you get to be tall and skinny with sunkissed skin and ugly. It just doesnt seem fair that some of you ladies get it all while the rest of us only get some of the good attributes. I have decided to make this a matter which will be someday presented to someone who might be able to do something about my dilema and make the world more equally distributed in perfect attributes. In the mean time I plan to simply keep adding more masscarra to my long lashes, brushing my hair every night at least 100 times, wearing the highest heals possible and practice having my hair blow perfectly in the wind with my blow dryer! And for those of you reading this who do fit the perfect description above- i love you but grrr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-4630456281424275974?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/4630456281424275974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=4630456281424275974' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/4630456281424275974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/4630456281424275974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-perfect-world.html' title='a more perfect world'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-3569673825175604802</id><published>2008-04-21T13:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:05:53.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A photo update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SAzwdLXzpII/AAAAAAAAAC0/TSLUhgLBolY/s1600-h/101_0295%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SAzwdLXzpII/AAAAAAAAAC0/TSLUhgLBolY/s320/101_0295%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191788854510855298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SAzwdbXzpJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xjBDA9X1x1E/s1600-h/101_0325%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SAzwdbXzpJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xjBDA9X1x1E/s320/101_0325%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191788858805822610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SAzwd7XzpKI/AAAAAAAAADE/AbuSVtwXBPo/s1600-h/101_0330%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SAzwd7XzpKI/AAAAAAAAADE/AbuSVtwXBPo/s320/101_0330%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191788867395757218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love sushi with my hot cousin Summer!&lt;br /&gt;Emma dressing up with her darling cousins!&lt;br /&gt;and Hailey sitting up and eating big kid food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-3569673825175604802?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/3569673825175604802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=3569673825175604802' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/3569673825175604802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/3569673825175604802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/04/photo-update.html' title='A photo update'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/SAzwdLXzpII/AAAAAAAAAC0/TSLUhgLBolY/s72-c/101_0295%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-24493246087365200</id><published>2008-04-11T23:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:17:03.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>about me...</title><content type='html'>i know im a pretty funny lady but sometimes there are things that i can be serious about. i know you all know about my car accident a few years ago, it is something ive often joked about stating it is the reason for my silly? witty? inappropriateness. in reality my accident was one of the most sacred, amazing experiences of my life and lately ive been feeling like i should be more because of it. &lt;br /&gt;after it happened everyone said, 'you must have been saved for a reason, you must have something important to do here' and i found myself asking, why? why didn't i die? why am i not more damaged? what is it that i was saved for? i remember when i woke up in the icu after being life flighted to LDS hospital feeling the spirit stronger than i had ever felt in my life. throughout the days and weeks that followed i continued to feel it but gradually it dimmed as the moments passed. i remember saying to myself that i never wanted to loose that feeling, to never do anything to loose it and yet i sit here now remembering those moments and know i have lost so much of the almost overpowering spirit i once felt during those precious moments a few years ago back in the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;i feel so blessed to have had this incredible experience but am saddened that i have not let it shape me into more of the person i know Heavenly Father wants me to be. i am sad that i have let that light dim rather than doing all i can to ensure it is with me every moment of every day! i know that it wasn't my time to go back home to our Heavenly Father but as i think about the precious moments i have been given since then and all the moments i still hope to have, i hope that i can live a little better, remembering the gift i have been given and be worthy to say when i do finally go home, "I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith." &lt;br /&gt;i guess as i reflect on it all maybe i wasn't saved for some big amazing reason like being relief socitey president of america but rather simply to take deep breaths of the moments i still have and try to be a better me, to raise my girls to be incredible daughters of our Heavenly Father and help keep Casey out of trouble. hopefully none of you have to go through getting hit by a car yuckiness to see how precious yet fragile each moment is and how blessed we are for each day to try to be a little better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-24493246087365200?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/24493246087365200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=24493246087365200' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/24493246087365200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/24493246087365200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/04/about-me.html' title='about me...'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-5742220409492578621</id><published>2008-03-26T16:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T16:31:53.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>top ten things i am grateful for</title><content type='html'>1. the innocent laughter of my emma bella!&lt;br /&gt;2. that i do not have a perminate uni-brow!&lt;br /&gt;3. the sweet smiles of my hailey kay!&lt;br /&gt;4. who ever invented makeup!&lt;br /&gt;5. my hot and sexy wonderful husband!&lt;br /&gt;6. the hope of my future and the lipo suction/boob job i hope to have! &lt;br /&gt;7. my wonderful friends and family who make life worth living!&lt;br /&gt;8. the moments in my days when I do not have to wear a bra!&lt;br /&gt;9. the anticipation of spring and wearing flip flops every day!&lt;br /&gt;10.that my life is pretty darn wonderful and i realize every day how blessed i am to be so richly blessed and have such great hair and eyelashes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-5742220409492578621?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/5742220409492578621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=5742220409492578621' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/5742220409492578621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/5742220409492578621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/03/top-ten-things-i-am-grateful-for.html' title='top ten things i am grateful for'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-3269203169115603148</id><published>2008-03-23T23:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T23:43:26.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Please help the dumb girl!</title><content type='html'>So tonight in my moment of dragging out cali alone time Ive been checking out all your darling blogs and thinking to myself "darn it, I want a cute blog page" so ive sat here thinking and attempting to make things a bit cuter but lets be realistic ive got nothin. and so i am swallowing my pride and asking for all you fabulously darling paged blogger friends to help me on how to make my blog page as sassy as the rest of yours, any help or advice or webmail links or anything will be greatly appreciated and rewarded with lots of thank yous and kisses blown your way! i must warn you all first-i have a tentency to be pretty darn amazing in all i do so don't be suprised if mine turns out better than yours!-just kidding please still do nice things and help me with my blog page!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-3269203169115603148?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/3269203169115603148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=3269203169115603148' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/3269203169115603148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/3269203169115603148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/03/please-help-dumb-girl.html' title='Please help the dumb girl!'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-2304564039430043472</id><published>2008-03-23T22:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:05:53.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HaPpY EaSteR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/R-c4zMalavI/AAAAAAAAACo/0gevn_AgNgQ/s1600-h/101_0288%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/R-c4zMalavI/AAAAAAAAACo/0gevn_AgNgQ/s400/101_0288%5B2%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181172348470258418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just something about Easter. Maybe it is the hope of spring in the air or the delight of children running frantically to find the hidden treasures or maybe it is just all the sugar in my system but I love Eater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-2304564039430043472?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/2304564039430043472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=2304564039430043472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/2304564039430043472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/2304564039430043472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='HaPpY EaSteR!'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/R-c4zMalavI/AAAAAAAAACo/0gevn_AgNgQ/s72-c/101_0288%5B2%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-2238671680593359298</id><published>2008-03-21T15:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:05:54.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma's future plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/R-QyacalasI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AfPyWTMolww/s1600-h/101_0210%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/R-QyacalasI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AfPyWTMolww/s200/101_0210%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180320901268597442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/R-QyasalatI/AAAAAAAAACY/pHMi5efoY9g/s1600-h/101_0256%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/R-QyasalatI/AAAAAAAAACY/pHMi5efoY9g/s200/101_0256%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180320905563564754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our little Emma trying to determine if she wants to be a secret agent or a princess. Im voting for the 007 since I would definately want to borrow her sunglasses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-2238671680593359298?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/2238671680593359298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=2238671680593359298' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/2238671680593359298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/2238671680593359298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/03/emmas-future-plans.html' title='Emma&apos;s future plans'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/R-QyacalasI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AfPyWTMolww/s72-c/101_0210%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-3419352888520201053</id><published>2008-03-15T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T22:54:14.202-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I shouldn't be allowed to talk outloud in public</title><content type='html'>So ive been out of the cyberspace loope for a few days since my computer has been broken and amid those soemwhat blessed days I have been trying to come up with something witty to write and i guess that turning 31 years old has caused a lapse in my charming comments. All i have been able to come up with is why i shouldn't be allowed to talk outloud in public.  A few weeks ago I was at church in the back with Hailey.  It was fast Sunday and I was feeling like it was just about time for me to bare my testimony since due to my often naughtiness I haven't felt like I wouldnt be inspired by the spirit.  Well I took the long walk up to the pulpit. I started saying how I felt about spiritual things always on the verge of tears-since I am a girl, and then I did it. I began ending my testimony and saying things about how I loved President Hinkley etc. then it came out, the innappriopriate comment and reason why I shouldn't be allowed to talk out loud in public. I said, "and I know President Monsen is a prophet even though he looks like Al from Happy Days..." Yep I said that in public, at church, in front of a lot of people.  Im not sure why I said it or why I ever say things out loud that are naughty and innappropriate but I do. So in summary for the future if I'm ever with any of you and you notice me heading towards a micraphone or some short of instrument that would allow me to be heard by many people I give all of you permission to stop me whatever it takes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-3419352888520201053?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/3419352888520201053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=3419352888520201053' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/3419352888520201053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/3419352888520201053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-i-shouldnt-be-allowed-to-talk.html' title='Why I shouldn&apos;t be allowed to talk outloud in public'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-8651222070721679663</id><published>2008-02-24T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:05:55.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little Cutie Pies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/R8JMgTWOusI/AAAAAAAAABo/PkfPGEx8GGA/s1600-h/101_0139%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/R8JMgTWOusI/AAAAAAAAABo/PkfPGEx8GGA/s200/101_0139%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170779440007789250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/R8JMgzWOutI/AAAAAAAAABw/GS8qkh2lseg/s1600-h/101_0204%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/R8JMgzWOutI/AAAAAAAAABw/GS8qkh2lseg/s200/101_0204%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170779448597723858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/R8JMhTWOuuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/urw4lufLvRE/s1600-h/101_0138%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/R8JMhTWOuuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/urw4lufLvRE/s200/101_0138%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170779457187658466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/R8JLczWOupI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7JtKtKcjhCg/s1600-h/101_0109%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/R8JLczWOupI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7JtKtKcjhCg/s200/101_0109%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170778280366619282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/R8JLdTWOuqI/AAAAAAAAABY/FQCZArHv8xM/s1600-h/101_0158%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/R8JLdTWOuqI/AAAAAAAAABY/FQCZArHv8xM/s200/101_0158%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170778288956553890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/R8JLdzWOurI/AAAAAAAAABg/dBNfNfOKGFQ/s1600-h/101_0112%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/R8JLdzWOurI/AAAAAAAAABg/dBNfNfOKGFQ/s200/101_0112%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170778297546488498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-8651222070721679663?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/8651222070721679663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=8651222070721679663' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/8651222070721679663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/8651222070721679663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-little-cutie-pies.html' title='My little Cutie Pies'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/R8JMgTWOusI/AAAAAAAAABo/PkfPGEx8GGA/s72-c/101_0139%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-1647872943708049272</id><published>2008-02-17T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T18:03:19.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am smart!</title><content type='html'>So the thing is is that while I may have a college degree and have read many books and written lots of papers and taken many tests and did pretty well in my classes, sometimes Im not all that smart. Casey on the other had is very smart and would win lots of money on Jepordy, his intelligence is a bit dorky but endearing to me. Well my intelligence revealed itself last night as we were driving through the west part of Salt Lake. Not to be sterotyping but most of the billboards on that side of the railroad tracks are in spanish and I happened to notice one.  In an attempt to show off my bilangual skills began reading it out loud and attempted to translate it. &lt;br /&gt;You see, I did take four years of spanish in high school, my dad and brother both speak spanish as well as a large part of the population where I grew up, and so I  kindof speak spanish-sort of. &lt;br /&gt;Well the bilboard had a picture of a man and said in bold letters just like this: TE.NA.CIOUS. I began saying the words out loud in my white girl spanish accent. I said it over and over again, translating it in my head but got frustrated by my inability to pronounce or translate the last word CIOUS. I said it a few more times then Casey calmly in a loving manner said, "It says TENACIOUS." It truly was a dumb blonde moment, since I really thought it was in spanish.  Since then I have giggled about it and thought it was maybe one of my endearing moments, but I think Casey just wonders even more whose IQ is higher, mine or the tenacious billboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-1647872943708049272?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/1647872943708049272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=1647872943708049272' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/1647872943708049272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/1647872943708049272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-smart.html' title='I am smart!'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-5986342139659165528</id><published>2008-02-03T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:05:55.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's my hot hubby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/R6Y54hRh2xI/AAAAAAAAABI/J_DwY5fKbfA/s1600-h/101_0058%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/R6Y54hRh2xI/AAAAAAAAABI/J_DwY5fKbfA/s200/101_0058%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162877665994201874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Casey is on his way to becoming a producer. A few weeks ago he was working on a project at home and I got this shot of him in his element! Needless to say I am so proud of him and think he's pretty sexy with these headphones on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-5986342139659165528?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/5986342139659165528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=5986342139659165528' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/5986342139659165528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/5986342139659165528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/02/heres-my-hot-hubby.html' title='Here&apos;s my hot hubby!'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/R6Y54hRh2xI/AAAAAAAAABI/J_DwY5fKbfA/s72-c/101_0058%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-2979082748254053014</id><published>2008-01-20T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:05:56.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its true good lookin people make good lookin kids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/R5QQ6q8zChI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DlHf8nJz16s/s1600-h/101_0052%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157766073393809938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/R5QQ6q8zChI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DlHf8nJz16s/s320/101_0052%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never imagined I could love somehone so much. My girls are absolutely my best friends and my favorite people to be with. Emma's funny comments and Haileys sweet giggles and smiles make everyday full of fabulousness. I love my girls and can't wait to see what this year will bring with the both of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-2979082748254053014?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/2979082748254053014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=2979082748254053014' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/2979082748254053014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/2979082748254053014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-never-imagined-i-could-love-somehone.html' title='Its true good lookin people make good lookin kids!'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/R5QQ6q8zChI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DlHf8nJz16s/s72-c/101_0052%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-4105654147978180478</id><published>2008-01-14T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T22:03:24.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why men should not talk outloud!</title><content type='html'>So since our darling little bundle of joy was born I have been occasionally stepping on the scale to see how much weight I need to loose to be back to my pre-baby, pre- eating lots of chocolate at every meal and inbetween, pre- my bootie is so big I need hazard lights when i walk, self. It has been something on my mind since I stepped out of the hospital after having Hailey ive thought, "kay i gotta loose weight, put down the yumminess and start eating carrots."  And so with the new year the resolution to thin has begun. Ive been drinking lots of water which results in excessive visits to the ladies room, eating more fruits and vegetables than i thought were humanly possible and running from chocolate whenever possible-okay maybe just jogging or walking quickly.  My diet journey is a constant battle not to breakdown and eat the whole chocolate cake instead of just a crumb, and then he does it, my love, the man of my dreams, my eternal companion reminds me once again my men should have a monitor to help them with the things that come out of their mouth.  My darling Casey is getting ready for the day and he steps on the scale.  im sitting on the bed thinking about all the food i don't get to eat that day and he says, "hey, i lost 5 pounds over the weekend, and I didn't even try."  i don't quite know how to explain my emotions, their might have been a bit of rage and desire to kick him hardly in the knee caps or shout some mean thing about his love handles, but I refrained in a mature adult like manner.  His words have rung through my ears since that moment and I have thought to myself, 'someday those words will escape my mouth too and i will leap for joy naked through out the house and possibly the neighborhood in celebration of my sucessful journey towards being one hot mamma!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-4105654147978180478?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/4105654147978180478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=4105654147978180478' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/4105654147978180478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/4105654147978180478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-men-should-not-talk-outloud.html' title='Why men should not talk outloud!'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-7874203689762313875</id><published>2007-12-30T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T20:11:15.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas seems different</title><content type='html'>This year thing seem a bit different, while I found myself searching for the perfect gift amid all the Christmas furry I kept thinking 'why in the world do I do this?  Even the night before after a few too many family parties and lots of wrapping and a night up until 3am helping Santa get things ready for the next morning, I kept thinking 'for the love'.  And then the next morning my little Emma came running into my room to wake us up. Bubbling with excitment to see what Santa had brought and it all came back to me. Memories of when I was little, the anticipation of the Christmas season. Lying there listenting to Emma ramble on and on about what could be waiting upstairs for her and I realize why I did it all. To see Emma's face overwhelmed with pure delight made it all worth it. It all reminded me of how the simplest thing can make a child happy and how their lives are filled with such innocence. Hopefully with this new year I will take the time to watch the simple joy of my girls and learn from their Christlike example.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-7874203689762313875?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/7874203689762313875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=7874203689762313875' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/7874203689762313875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/7874203689762313875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-seems-different.html' title='Christmas seems different'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-1841411163916623078</id><published>2007-12-09T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T22:45:00.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cali's great influence on Emma!</title><content type='html'>The truth is that I try to be a good mom and am trying to raise my girls to be classy, graceful, polite-all of the attributes Miss America or a Relief Society president would have, but sometimes  I just can't help the not so positve influence I am having on my girls.&lt;br /&gt;My poor influence manifest itself the other day when my darling innocent little Emma Bella was eating breakfast. We had had prayer over our food-GOOD INFLUENCE, and were enjoying our morning breakfast! Emma started getting frustrated and so I asked her what she was so upset about to which she huffed and responded, "This damn waffel is not working". It is true my cute little Emma swore and I just need to say that despite my effort not to laugh I might have almost wet my pants as I laughed at her innocently naughty response! And so we see how I am helping to shape the future Hot Stotts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-1841411163916623078?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/1841411163916623078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=1841411163916623078' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/1841411163916623078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/1841411163916623078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2007/12/calis-great-influence-on-emma.html' title='Cali&apos;s great influence on Emma!'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-965774867964831381</id><published>2007-10-20T10:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:05:56.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a Girl!! Hailey Kay Stott!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/RxooSFvyK9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NcOT9VHAU0k/s1600-h/IMG_0358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123451817332714450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/RxooSFvyK9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NcOT9VHAU0k/s320/IMG_0358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here she is our newest addition! Hailey Kay Stott. She was born October 5th at 2:44pm. Her favoite thing to do is snuggle with her momma and get kisses from Emma Bella and her dad! Needless to say she is darling and we have already had to decline marriage proposals since we feel she isn't quite old enough for those kind of major decisions to be made!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-965774867964831381?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/965774867964831381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=965774867964831381' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/965774867964831381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/965774867964831381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-girl-hailey-kay-stott.html' title='Its a Girl!! Hailey Kay Stott!!'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O_XzBEOYuZI/RxooSFvyK9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NcOT9VHAU0k/s72-c/IMG_0358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-7682338070496373764</id><published>2007-10-20T09:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T09:54:51.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waffle house waitress</title><content type='html'>So I'm not a major boundaries issue person, I mean I've given my fair share of hugs to strangers but sometimes there is a point where the line has just been crossed way too far! &lt;br /&gt;The other day Casey, Emma and I decided we were going to try a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;waffle&lt;/span&gt; house we had heard was pretty darn delicious. Upon entering we should have known to run away as fast as possible but we decided to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;adventurous&lt;/span&gt; and see how many times we felt we needed to wash our hands while we were there to avoid contracting some strange disease via the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vinyl&lt;/span&gt; seating.  We were greeted by the hostess who had very big black hair and even bigger glued on eye lashes framed by an excessive amount of odd colored eyeshadow. And to top off her double take of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;appearance,&lt;/span&gt; she was wearing a short short short skirt/shorts with fish net stockings-very appropriate attire for her 50+ age group!&lt;br /&gt;We sat down and scanned the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; to see if we could find anyone else in the place who didn't have false teeth or an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ACDC&lt;/span&gt; tee shirt on one of their six runny nosed children. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt; our waitress came to the table! Preface-we were sitting in a booth, Casey was sitting on one side and I was on the other as far in as I could go-up against the wall-very far away from the edge of the table-really far away from where anyone could or should touch me. Well our waitress greeted us the looked at me.  I watched her eyes widen and then in what seemed to be slow motion, reached clear across the table, almost sprawling her body across our already questionable table, and grabbed my great with child stomach. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure what my face looked like for I was in pure horror at what was happening but she then began rubbing my stomach, and asking questions like, "Is it a girl, when are you due..." Dumbfounded I answered her silly questions while Casey looked on in amazment at the tatooed armed, smokey voiced woman grooping his wife.  After what seemed to be a never ending bad movie the moment ended, she got our order and left as if nothing had happened.  Clearly speechless from our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;inconceivable&lt;/span&gt; experience there was nothing to do but laugh.&lt;br /&gt;While I felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; violated by the inappropriate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;waffle&lt;/span&gt; house waitress it taught me an invaluable lession, when eating at questionable establishments sit near the edge of the table!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-7682338070496373764?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/7682338070496373764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=7682338070496373764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/7682338070496373764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/7682338070496373764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2007/10/waffle-house-waitress.html' title='Waffle house waitress'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-3003426568970897829</id><published>2007-09-16T11:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T11:13:40.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being pregnant and a woman</title><content type='html'>So for the last eight months I've been trying to decide if God is still mad at Eve and taking it out on all of us ladies, or if he just has a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vendetta&lt;/span&gt; with me. Lets talk about being pregnant and why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not so sure if God doesn't just dislike women. First of all we get morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sickness&lt;/span&gt;, then we get fat, then maybe we get stretch marks or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;varicose&lt;/span&gt; veins, then we maybe have heartburn or swollen feet, and then we get to actually have the baby. I mean really who thought it was a good idea to make a baby come out of something so small. So there are my thoughts on pregnancy case #1. Case #2-being a women. We get to have our monthly miracle-which I know we all love and look forward to, then there is the wearing of bras and high heels, childbirth, nursing, menopause need I go on. And what do men have? The occasional lack of control in their pants? Well my whole argument is that God is still mad at Eve for what happened in the garden and has decided to punish all of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;women kind&lt;/span&gt;. I will let you know if I figure out some positive sides to being a woman that might outweigh the curses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-3003426568970897829?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/3003426568970897829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=3003426568970897829' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/3003426568970897829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/3003426568970897829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2007/09/being-pregnant-and-woman.html' title='Being pregnant and a woman'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-2513335596548339402</id><published>2007-09-02T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T22:16:46.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh, the wisdom of children</title><content type='html'>I am so grateful for the honesty of children and their pure innocence! This past week I was cleaning the bathroom-because I am an amazing housewife, and when I clean the floors I do them on my hands and knees-a bit OCD im sure! So I here I am in my fashion no-no cleaning outfit, with my hair stylishly pinned out of my hair, you can imagine I was a awe inspiring site, plus I smelled like cleaning stuff, plus I had just scrubbed three toilets plus I was on my hands and knees cleaning yet another bathroom floor, when my darling little Emma comes in behind me pauses for a moment and says, "Momma, you have a big bootie".  You can imagine my supriese at her comment and at that moment I didn't know if I should cry or laugh.  Since then I have checked out my bootie and yes indeed it is big, in fact I am not sure if it surpasses my pregnant tummy at this point-if not they are a close tie. But what I have realized from my big bootie moment with Emma is that I can always count on her to be honest. For sure from now on she is approving all my outfits and hairstyles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-2513335596548339402?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/2513335596548339402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=2513335596548339402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/2513335596548339402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/2513335596548339402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2007/09/ahh-wisdom-of-children.html' title='Ahh, the wisdom of children'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627137603719541255.post-4994336323662867817</id><published>2007-08-22T15:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T15:38:30.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Start your engines...</title><content type='html'>In an attempt to continue being "cool" I have decided to get a blog so that people can check on me often and see what ridiculous comments I have to make about life. And so it begins. While I may not be very good at calling anyone back or even emailing I will now attempt to be a superblogger to make your lives full of laughter and joy, it is a sacrafice I am willing to make that I might make the world a better place through my wittiness. Hopefully I am able to fulfill all your anticipations but will probally surpass what you could have very expected!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627137603719541255-4994336323662867817?l=hotstotts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/feeds/4994336323662867817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=627137603719541255&amp;postID=4994336323662867817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/4994336323662867817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/627137603719541255/posts/default/4994336323662867817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotstotts.blogspot.com/2007/08/start-your-engines.html' title='Start your engines...'/><author><name>cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03359066900061474656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOIivZbRXpE/TiNqdlv-xfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ty0InZ5wrg/s220/DSC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
