<?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-2858915583096089855</id><updated>2011-09-06T16:40:27.180-06:00</updated><category term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SX3ejNcBC6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/EYpuQpKZyWg/s1600-h/Pizza+night.jpg'/><category term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SRNQb5l0qVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KE3rB22D-9Q/s1600-h/green+beans.jpg'/><title type='text'>The Burgess Family</title><subtitle type='html'>09/19/09</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alivia Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145617334196063071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zR28K9qo1Y8/TgNVY0uauHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uQJRNMoPqdU/s220/me.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915583096089855.post-2353606576064751632</id><published>2011-08-30T14:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T14:27:07.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>Well the rumors are true. Gene and I are expecting our first baby on March 16th 2012! Which also happens to be the anniversary of our first date, weird much? We are so excited and can't wait to meet him or her. The doctor said we could find out the sex maybe at our next apt so we'll see. Stay tuned! Yay baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915583096089855-2353606576064751632?l=livandgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/feeds/2353606576064751632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915583096089855&amp;postID=2353606576064751632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/2353606576064751632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/2353606576064751632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/2011/08/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Alivia Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145617334196063071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zR28K9qo1Y8/TgNVY0uauHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uQJRNMoPqdU/s220/me.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915583096089855.post-157253744564634726</id><published>2011-06-23T10:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T10:33:36.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises, promises</title><content type='html'>There is a new post coming to update you on all the goings on for the last two years. PROMISE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915583096089855-157253744564634726?l=livandgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/feeds/157253744564634726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915583096089855&amp;postID=157253744564634726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/157253744564634726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/157253744564634726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/2011/06/promises-promises.html' title='Promises, promises'/><author><name>Alivia Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145617334196063071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zR28K9qo1Y8/TgNVY0uauHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uQJRNMoPqdU/s220/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915583096089855.post-1651739424910494382</id><published>2009-09-25T13:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:12:47.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Married!</title><content type='html'>Well we did it. We're finally married! Phew, what a whirl wind. We got to see all our wonderful friends from out of town (and in town) and were so sad to see them all leave again. Thank you to everyone that helped out so much to make this day perfect. There were a lot of you and I thank God for such wonderful friends and family that helped us. The picture above is courtesy of our friends RJ and Emily. I will post more pics as we get them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915583096089855-1651739424910494382?l=livandgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/feeds/1651739424910494382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915583096089855&amp;postID=1651739424910494382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/1651739424910494382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/1651739424910494382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/2009/09/married.html' title='Married!'/><author><name>Alivia Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145617334196063071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zR28K9qo1Y8/TgNVY0uauHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uQJRNMoPqdU/s220/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915583096089855.post-6375462603858185082</id><published>2009-07-10T15:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T15:12:49.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SleuTZ-x39I/AAAAAAAAALc/UzNjnjaK2mA/s1600-h/filing+cabinet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SleuTZ-x39I/AAAAAAAAALc/UzNjnjaK2mA/s400/filing+cabinet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356941930195443666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p class="ecmsonormal"   style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in;   font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Corbel; font-weight: bold; "&gt;A TEENAGER'S VIEW OF HEAVEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="ecmsonormal"   style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in;   font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Corbel;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Corbel;font-size:11pt;" &gt;&lt;span class="ecececececapple-style-span"&gt;17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. 'I wowed 'em,' he later told his father, Bruce. 'It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote..' It also was the last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="ecmsonormal"   style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in;   font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Corbel;font-size:15px;" &gt;Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="ecmsonormal"   style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in;   font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Corbel;font-size:15px;" &gt;The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. 'I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it,' Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. 'I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="ecmsonormal"   style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in;   font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Corbel;font-size:15px;" &gt;Brian's Essay: The Room...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="ecmsonormal"   style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in;   font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Corbel;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Corbel;font-size:11pt;" &gt;&lt;span class="ecececececapple-style-span"&gt;In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read 'Girls I have liked.' I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="ecmsonormal"   style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in;   font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Corbel;font-size:15px;" &gt;This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="ecmsonormal"   style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in;   font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Corbel;font-size:15px;" &gt;A file named 'Friends' was next to one marked 'Friends I have betrayed.' The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird 'Books I Have Read,' 'Lies I Have Told,' 'Comfort I have Given,' 'Jokes I Have Laughed at .' Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: 'Things I've yelled at my brothers.' Others I couldn't laugh at: 'Things I Have Done in My Anger', 'Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.' I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="ecmsonormal"   style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in;   font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Corbel;font-size:15px;" &gt;Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="ecmsonormal"   style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in;   font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Corbel;font-size:15px;" &gt;When I pulled out the file marked 'TV Shows I have watched', I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="ecmsonormal"   style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in;   font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Corbel;font-size:15px;" &gt;When I came to a file marked 'Lustful Thoughts,' I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="ecmsonormal"   style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in;   font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Corbel;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Corbel;font-size:11pt;" &gt;&lt;span class="ecececececapple-style-span"&gt;I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!' In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards.. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="ecmsonormal"   style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in;   font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Corbel;font-size:15px;" &gt;Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="ecmsonormal"   style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in;   font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Corbel;font-size:15px;" &gt;And then I saw it.. The title bore 'People I Have Shared the Gospel With.' The handle was brighter than those around it, seemed newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="ecmsonormal"   style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in;   font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Corbel;font-size:15px;" &gt;And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="ecmsonormal"   style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in;   font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Corbel;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Corbel;font-size:11pt;" &gt;&lt;span class="ecececececapple-style-span"&gt;No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="ecececececapple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Corbel;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Corbel;font-size:11pt;" &gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="ecmsonormal"   style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in;   font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Corbel;font-size:15px;" &gt;He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="ecmsonormal"   style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in;   font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Corbel;font-size:15px;" &gt;Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. 'No!' I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was 'No, no,' as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back.. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="ecmsonormal"   style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in;   font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:12pt;" &gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Corbel;font-size:15px;" &gt;He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, 'It is finished.' I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="ecmsonormal" face="'Times New Roman'" size="12pt" style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in;   "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:12pt;" &gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Corbel;font-size:15px;" &gt;'I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. '-Phil. 4:13 'For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.' John 3:16 If you feel the same way forward it so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also.. My 'People I shared the gospel with' file just got bigger, how about yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="ecmsonormal" style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; "&gt;God Bless +&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915583096089855-6375462603858185082?l=livandgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/feeds/6375462603858185082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915583096089855&amp;postID=6375462603858185082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/6375462603858185082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/6375462603858185082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/2009/07/room.html' title='The Room'/><author><name>Alivia Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145617334196063071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zR28K9qo1Y8/TgNVY0uauHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uQJRNMoPqdU/s220/me.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SleuTZ-x39I/AAAAAAAAALc/UzNjnjaK2mA/s72-c/filing+cabinet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915583096089855.post-853649830506830455</id><published>2009-06-13T10:14:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T14:31:05.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Engaged!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok I know a little late on the notice but hey a girl gets a little busy after she gets engaged!!&lt;/div&gt;Gene and I have been together for a little over a year now (ok a year and three months but who's counting), anyway, lets go back to April-ish. We'd been ring shopping quite a bit so I thought he'd propose at some point in the next few months. Well one night on our way to home group he just casually asks me, "You don't really need a DIAMOND do you?", um what, excuse me? Now I'm not really high maintance (I still have clothes in my closet from college and I haven't bought a pair of new shoes in, I don't know how long.) so of course I thought he was serious. I replied, "ARE YOU KIDDING?! We've been out shopping for rings for how long now, we've spent days at a time ring shopping and now you're asking me if I really need a diamond?" needless to say I was a bit peeved. One friend of mine loveingly called this time in my life "diamond gate '09". But then after venting to my sister (who talked me off the ledge numerous times) and a couple close friends I calmed down. I started looking at gemstone rings and actually got on board with the whole "non traditional" ring idea. So I made Gene go out looking for Gem stones with me. He reluctantly trapsed about the mall with me as I forced him to look at all the Gem stones in town (he deserved this and you'll find out why later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a week or so.....Gene says to me, "We're going to Colorado this weekend." Ok do I have a choice, No. So I make plans to go to Colorado, book a hotel and all that jazz for the weekend of May 1st and 2nd. After I get it all booked I realize, HOLY CRAP my parents birthdays are the 1st and 2nd AND my best friends baby shower is that weekend as well. I run to Gene to tell him we have to reschedule and all he says is, "O'well guess you'll have to just call them from Colorado." What? There is no getting out of this trip, what's going on? Then a few nights before we leave we go to dinner and he says, "I have a fun thing planned for you this weekend." I of course ask him what and he tells me a scavanger hunt. Hmm ok. He tells me that he found a bunch of little trinkettes that I'm gonna love and he thought this would be a fun way to give them to me. Okey dokey. I start suspecting but I don't want to get my hopes up and then if it is just trinkets that he put so much thought into I didn't want to be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get to Colorado and check in to our hotel. Friday night we go out with some friends and enjoy the craziness that our good 'ole Roaring Fork valley has to offer. The next morning (Saturday) he sends me to breakfast with my good friend Laura Vogel (Lauralita I like to call her). He says he'll call me when he's ready. So we go to breakfast and no call, we go look for shoes, no call......finally he calls a few hours later and says ok have Laura drop you off at BB's (best barbaque place of all time!!!). I get to BB's and when I get in the truck there is a little box with a note and an empty charm bracelet. The note leads me to the first place we met........another little box and another love note! Oooo this is fun! So I continue all around town from place to place. All places we had special memories at and the charms to match. Each charm was significant to that place (cell phone for the place he got my number, a little cross for the first place we went to church together and so on.) We end up at the resturant we went to for our first date, Mango's! So yummy. Well I have to ask the bartender for a shot (since that's what I did before Gene got there on our first date cause I was so nervous!) so I get a shot and she brings me a box. Another charm, and she's set up and beautiful table by the fireplace that she's lit just for us! I'm starting to think that this is just a charm bracelet hunt and it's fun and so thoughtful so I'm trying not to be too disappointed that I may leave Colorado ringless. So after lunch the next note lead us half way hanging lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SjPVZ_bU__I/AAAAAAAAAKM/l6ulYMLPgN0/s1600-h/P1000497.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SjPVZ_bU__I/AAAAAAAAAKM/l6ulYMLPgN0/s400/P1000497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346851825118412786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the hardest hike of my life!!! Here is the view going up....do you see a trail cause I don't. Nope just crawl over the rocks. SHOOT ME!&lt;br /&gt;But the view was just amazing and the trail was awesome. It was raining so we were getting soaked but everything was so vivid! This is a little cave thing that the waterfall was just trickling over. (you can see the rushing water to the right of the cave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SjPWHQZzWxI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cgba3vSqFKc/s1600-h/P1000505.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SjPWHQZzWxI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cgba3vSqFKc/s400/P1000505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346852602769529618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So half way up the mountain we come to a little log hut thing. It was covered in carvings. As I got closer they were all initials. The whole thing was covered with people who loved each other. It was so sweet. Well of course there was a box with a charm and a note to continue to the top! (At this point I'm thinking, so help me if I get my butt up to the top of this mountain and there is another freakin charm and no ring I'm gonna flip out! The charms were lovely and the thought he put into this whole thing was so amazing but this was the hardest hike of my life and I wanted to cry when that note said we had to keep going.) Ok back to the story. So Gene went over to the hut and "imortilized our love." in this little log shack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SjPXYnrYUiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ykcru9Ysz4w/s1600-h/P1000516.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SjPXYnrYUiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ykcru9Ysz4w/s400/P1000516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346854000586674722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he cute in there! He carved our initials huge and over a couple other peoples but they'll get over it. Ok so we continue to the top. Remember the air is extreemly thin on the top of the world and I'm completely out of shape, so here we go. I'm almost there and almost in tears and I look up, as I'm gasping for air, these little kids come skipping down the mountain. They've been to the top and are now skipping down the freakin mountain. I really  wanted to throw a rock in their general direction (but again I digress I was wet and getting slightly grumpy with this mountain.) So we continue on and come to this staircase that has a railing and thank goodness because the side of the staircase was shear and straight down! We get up the stair case and Gene parks me on this little bridge and tells me to wait here. So I took some pictures of the waterfall going under the bridge I was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SjPZRDTywFI/AAAAAAAAAKk/YA8gI4XKDTE/s1600-h/P1000506.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SjPZRDTywFI/AAAAAAAAAKk/YA8gI4XKDTE/s400/P1000506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346856069588238418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful isn't it! This was really a spectacular hike and I recommend it to most people. If I can make it up there  you can too, trust me! So then I  hear a faint yell coming from the direction Gene went off in. I walk through some trees and it opens up into this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SjPZ2fxZUPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/WYbG9iztbnA/s1600-h/P1000534.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SjPZ2fxZUPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/WYbG9iztbnA/s400/P1000534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346856712883753202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place was just stunning! The water is crystal clear and there are even little fish up there. How fish get to the top of a mountain is beyond me but they were there and that's how it is. Then I spy Gene across the lake just standing there with a little grin on his face (it's a crappy picture but he is grinning).........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SjPaU-xa8VI/AAAAAAAAAK0/hbc74TH5PFE/s1600-h/P1000533.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SjPaU-xa8VI/AAAAAAAAAK0/hbc74TH5PFE/s400/P1000533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346857236601434450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walk around the lake to get to Gene. He lead me back behind the waterfall a little and I see another little box on top of a boulder. I walked over to it and opened it. Another charm, a little engagement ring charm and a note that simply says, "Will you marry me?" I turn around and there's Gene right behind me on one knee with the ring in his hand. I freaked out slightly and cried a little. The best proposal I could've ever asked for. It was a diamond by the way (that whole trick was suggested by Gene's wonderful brother, Thanks Greg!). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eGhR0ji7vlU/Ti3SWsiakmI/AAAAAAAAAOs/IN5RsM0VqS8/s400/engaged%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633389996264821346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we hung out in the serenity of the lake for awhile and then we too skipped down the mountain like little kids. We had to stop at the little log shack to take a pic with our initials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SjPd9osF2iI/AAAAAAAAALM/Fp7ohEjdQsc/s1600-h/P1000578.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SjPd9osF2iI/AAAAAAAAALM/Fp7ohEjdQsc/s400/P1000578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346861233583020578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ran back to the hotel to get changed because Gene's brother and sister in law came all the way from Denver to congratulate us and have dinner with us (they may have came for other things but I like to think it was just for us.) So there ya have it. The engagement story. Here is a picture of the completed bracelet and the ring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SjPdY0t93sI/AAAAAAAAAK8/jnONvZjRq_o/s1600-h/charm+bracelet.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SjPdY0t93sI/AAAAAAAAAK8/jnONvZjRq_o/s400/charm+bracelet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346860601156951746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SjPdlnIBYhI/AAAAAAAAALE/JrPpita8QbE/s1600-h/ring.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SjPdlnIBYhI/AAAAAAAAALE/JrPpita8QbE/s400/ring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346860820846436882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting married this September and we are buying a house right now too, hence me not updating the blog for awhile. Hope everyone is doing well.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Alivia (almost Burgess!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915583096089855-853649830506830455?l=livandgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/feeds/853649830506830455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915583096089855&amp;postID=853649830506830455' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/853649830506830455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/853649830506830455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/2009/06/were-engaged.html' title='We&apos;re Engaged!!!'/><author><name>Alivia Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145617334196063071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zR28K9qo1Y8/TgNVY0uauHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uQJRNMoPqdU/s220/me.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SjPVZ_bU__I/AAAAAAAAAKM/l6ulYMLPgN0/s72-c/P1000497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915583096089855.post-1484849241308530384</id><published>2009-04-27T15:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:54:42.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Arthritis Walk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SfYk2Ru2ykI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cIb38_AaW7c/s1600-h/movetogether09.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 68px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SfYk2Ru2ykI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cIb38_AaW7c/s400/movetogether09.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329487723931028034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Hey everyone! Check out my Arthritis Foundation donation page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://.utaharthritiswalk09.kintera.org/livie"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Livie's Team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;..............Or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);  text-decoration: underline;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://.utaharthritiswalk09.kintera.org/livies_team680170939"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Join my Team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;..............OR, OR make a donation on either page!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Thanks everyone! God Bless!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SfYpRscYp0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/6XZRxzgtAq0/s1600-h/xray+foot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SfYpRscYp0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/6XZRxzgtAq0/s400/xray+foot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329492593004291906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915583096089855-1484849241308530384?l=livandgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/feeds/1484849241308530384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915583096089855&amp;postID=1484849241308530384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/1484849241308530384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/1484849241308530384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/2009/04/arthritis-walk.html' title='Arthritis Walk!'/><author><name>Alivia Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145617334196063071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zR28K9qo1Y8/TgNVY0uauHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uQJRNMoPqdU/s220/me.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SfYk2Ru2ykI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cIb38_AaW7c/s72-c/movetogether09.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915583096089855.post-4991107931956971689</id><published>2009-03-20T10:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:31:22.919-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gene-days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GENE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/ScQYwSzFpTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/dI_6BZO_CMs/s1600-h/candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/ScQYwSzFpTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/dI_6BZO_CMs/s400/candles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315400678162933042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So we all know that I'm terrible at keeping my blog up to date and even worse at taking pictures and getting them on here! Turns out we only have a picture of the cake I made for Gene for his birthday and that's it, the only picture we took! We've got to get better at this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Well Gene has had a week long celebration for his 29th birthday. My family likes to call it Gene-days, or Livie-days for my birthday.....etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Gene days began last Sunday night. Every Sunday we have a family dinner at my Mom and Stepdad's house. She gets to try out new recipes on us and we get to hang out with family and have amazing food!! Hurray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Anyway, we decided to make last Sunday the start to Gene days! So while Gene was off with my Godfather and Dad at the sportsmans show after chuch on sunday, I went to my mom's and created this..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);   font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/ScPM4A5kSNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/sJn8j6gzZSI/s400/cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315317247913511122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Pineapple upside down cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is Gene's favorite cake. Well I found out after I made it that I was supposed to make it after a recipe in a cook book that his mom gave him. GREAT!! O'well it turned out pretty good. Way too sweet for me but Gene is a sugarholic so it worked. Wasn't mom's but still good ;o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My mom made chicken souvalaki, greek rice pilaf and some amazing pita bread! That night Gene got three awesome shirts from my mom and step-dad. (mostly dress shirts).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wednesday night before we left for dinner he received some awesome cards from his friends and family from afar. The only one I got to see was Kim's beautiful hand made birthday card! Thank you to everyone that sent cards and love!! We love you very much and can't wait to see you! MUAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That night, for dinner, we went to Rodizio's Grill for more birthday festivities. For those of you who don't know, Rodizio's is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Brazilian grill. You get the "full rodizio" and waiters come around with spits of meat and carve you off whatever you want onto your plate. There is a little wooden thing that is red on one side and green on the other. When you flip it to green it's on! Gene was amazed that there was food coming at him from every direction! When we needed a rest - flip it to red. It was wild wednesdays so we got to try some buffalo stew and rattle snake sausage! mmmmmmm!  Gene received more gifts this night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;From Erin and Ryan Taylor (my sis and bro in law) he got two tickets to the Dave Matthews Band! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;From me he got a four session fly tying class (that I'm going to take with him) ;o) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;From my God parents and her girls he got a daily devotional book and a great christian T-shirt that looks like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/ScPQn-SXZaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/kj5cXwnS5BE/s1600-h/shirt.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/ScPQn-SXZaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/kj5cXwnS5BE/s400/shirt.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315321370380821922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In case you can't read it, it says: "Son, I need you to build a bridge, here are all the tools you will need see you soon. Love, Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And my mom and stepdad got him another gift - a tie to go with all those dress shirts. He thinks that maybe my mom is trying to tell him something ;o) He loves them and so do I, he looks pretty studly in all his dress up clothes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Monday will be the last day of Gene days. My dad and stepmom are taking us out for birthday dinner and MORE presents! He's so SPOILED!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;WE LOVE YOU GENE-O!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET HEART!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);  font-family:Georgia;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915583096089855-4991107931956971689?l=livandgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/feeds/4991107931956971689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915583096089855&amp;postID=4991107931956971689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/4991107931956971689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/4991107931956971689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/2009/03/gene-days.html' title='Gene-days'/><author><name>Alivia Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145617334196063071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zR28K9qo1Y8/TgNVY0uauHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uQJRNMoPqdU/s220/me.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/ScQYwSzFpTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/dI_6BZO_CMs/s72-c/candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915583096089855.post-4341007308388225500</id><published>2009-01-26T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:19:26.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SX3ejNcBC6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/EYpuQpKZyWg/s1600-h/Pizza+night.jpg'/><title type='text'>Pizza night and baby Croix!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night was the fun and fantastical make your own pizza night at my parents house! Turns out Gene should have been a professional pizza maker and I'm pretty sure after last night he's in the process of opening his own pizzeria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SX3ejNcBC6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/EYpuQpKZyWg/s400/Pizza+night.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295633433341528994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is our delicious creation!!! My side has pepperoni, olives, mushrooms, garlic, and italian sausage! It was scrumptious!!, Gene's side is a bunch of meat and I don't know what else. This was only the first pizza. Each couple made two pizza's each and so needless to say we have a whole monster pizza in our fridge right now. Good thing it's delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After pizza Gene decided he needed some uncle Gene time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SX3fb2HCiPI/AAAAAAAAAH8/4y3awUXlxjk/s1600-h/uncle+gene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SX3fb2HCiPI/AAAAAAAAAH8/4y3awUXlxjk/s400/uncle+gene.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295634406332074226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little Croix loves his uncle Gene! He just quiets right down and just stares at him. I think he feels pretty safe in those big arms. Here's another Croix pic for your viewing pleasure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SX3g3ApfcII/AAAAAAAAAIE/RU2bTDxmQsI/s1600-h/me+and+croix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SX3g3ApfcII/AAAAAAAAAIE/RU2bTDxmQsI/s400/me+and+croix.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295635972529025154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's Croix having some Aunt Livie time. This was right after his bath and he smelled like heaven!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you're jonesin for some more Croix pics. Check out my sisters blog. It's listed on my friends blogs and is called The Shortbus. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915583096089855-4341007308388225500?l=livandgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/feeds/4341007308388225500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915583096089855&amp;postID=4341007308388225500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/4341007308388225500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/4341007308388225500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/2009/01/pizza-night-and-baby-croix.html' title='Pizza night and baby Croix!'/><author><name>Alivia Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145617334196063071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zR28K9qo1Y8/TgNVY0uauHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uQJRNMoPqdU/s220/me.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SX3ejNcBC6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/EYpuQpKZyWg/s72-c/Pizza+night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915583096089855.post-6738047202457304221</id><published>2009-01-06T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:11:15.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscent of summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's blustery wintery snowy disaster outside and all I want to do is bask in the sun! I came across this picture in my stash of photos as I was trying to think of something to blog about, since it's been forever. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SWPULtbENBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9-ud9OkpLcs/s1600-h/fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SWPULtbENBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9-ud9OkpLcs/s400/fish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288303685099861010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;This moment was captured while fly fishing with the boys. Mind you they took me to a place that I'm sure had been planted with a gazillion fishies. Even still my Geno had a hard time catching them. Notice the look of hate and disgust (and possibly a little jealousy) as he looks on at my victory! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was taken by Gary I believe, with a cigarette in his mouth and the pole under his arm, I was amazed with his talent. This was such a great day. The boys were such good sports to take my girly butt fishing! I loved it and now I want to do it all the time. If only we had some sun. I know, I know I could go ice fishing, however, that tends to be cold and wet and I'm not really into that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's another one. This is Gene's sweet sybs. Guys don't hate me for posting this if you hate this pic but I love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SWPUzTJwmLI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dW46h4U4gtE/s1600-h/family.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SWPUzTJwmLI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dW46h4U4gtE/s400/family.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288304365242718386" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we have: Gene's sister Diane and her husby David, sister-in-law Kim and husby Greg (Gene's brother for those of you who haven't caught on). Then we have my man Gene and me. (That is not a wedding ring, it's on his right hand.) This was taken by our oh so fabulous waiter at Tequila's in Glenwood Springs, CO. Oh I miss their garlic shrimp, the buttery garlicy deliciousness...........ok sorry let that one get away from me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you're feeling the winter blues bust out some old summer pics, turn up your heater, have some sort of fruity beach drink with an umbrella, turn up the Buffett, and forget how early you're going to have to get up tomorrow to scrape off your car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915583096089855-6738047202457304221?l=livandgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/feeds/6738047202457304221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915583096089855&amp;postID=6738047202457304221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/6738047202457304221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/6738047202457304221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/2009/01/reminiscent-of-summer.html' title='Reminiscent of summer'/><author><name>Alivia Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145617334196063071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zR28K9qo1Y8/TgNVY0uauHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uQJRNMoPqdU/s220/me.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SWPULtbENBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9-ud9OkpLcs/s72-c/fish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915583096089855.post-3716902794113587925</id><published>2008-12-01T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:00:55.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Thanksgiving, Hello Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/STRP_EFWEpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/6zJzoLwG20o/s1600-h/sb10064647av-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/STRP_EFWEpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/6zJzoLwG20o/s400/sb10064647av-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274929008404206226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12px;"&gt;Well Thanksgiving is behind us and all those lucky Turkeys that are still gobblin around will live another year. I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday and is getting ready for the next one coming............or are you yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;Gene and I have entered the age old battle......when do we start decorating and listening to christmas music?????? Well I of course being the holiday loving lady I am, am ready to start the festivities. I understand no Christmas music before Thanksgiving and all that but, as soon as the dishes are done baby, bring on the Jingle Bells!! Gene however, isn't so keen on the idea. I pondered this for a moment wondering what kind of Grinch that stole Christmas was I living with here?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/STRPtAvIsnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2qG9AnO05vQ/s320/200350814-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274928698268103282" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;Now don't get me wrong, Gene doesn't hate Christmas, as a matter of fact he is the most giving person I've ever met, especially around the holidays. He just isn't quite ready to deck the halls. We discussed this and he thought a real tree would be nice and if we did that we couldn't decorate until a week before Christmas!! There are some problems here, we have two sweet and adorable cats (Gene may describe them differently) and they like to climb Christmas trees, if it were real we would have sap everywhere, not to mention the needles and UG no way. Sorry sweets no can do. I already have an artificial tree so we wouldn't have to spend money on a tree if we went with the fake one, plus decorate only a week before Christmas?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So we are going with the fake tree and now we have to decide when to put it all up???? I say now, Gene says in a couple weeks. Now I'm the pouty Christmas kid. We need some help here. Suggestions?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;I hope everyone is having a great holiday season and has already figured out when the Christmas season really starts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915583096089855-3716902794113587925?l=livandgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/feeds/3716902794113587925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915583096089855&amp;postID=3716902794113587925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/3716902794113587925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/3716902794113587925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye-thanksgiving-hello-christmas.html' title='Goodbye Thanksgiving, Hello Christmas!!'/><author><name>Alivia Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145617334196063071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zR28K9qo1Y8/TgNVY0uauHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uQJRNMoPqdU/s220/me.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/STRP_EFWEpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/6zJzoLwG20o/s72-c/sb10064647av-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915583096089855.post-7544555692089141638</id><published>2008-11-06T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:26:28.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SRNQb5l0qVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KE3rB22D-9Q/s1600-h/green+beans.jpg'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Fun!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SRNMZt9hlpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/YrZ2i8MOL-g/s1600-h/thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SRNMZt9hlpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/YrZ2i8MOL-g/s320/thanksgiving.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265636394044331666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well it's almost that time again, time to eat, drink, eat, be merry and eat. I thought, to get everyone in the Thanksgiving spirit, I would post a few Thanksgiving fun facts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know..........................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fossil evidence shows that turkeys roamed the Americas 10 million years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thomas Jefferson thought the concept of Thanksgiving was "the most ridiculous idea I’veever heard."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's one of the most unbelievable Thanksgivng facts: The Guinness Book of Records states that the greatest dressed weight recorded for a turkey is 39.09 kg (86 lbs), at the annual "heaviest turkey" competition held in London, England on December 12, 1989.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More than 40 million green bean casseroles are served on Thanksgiving. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe try out another side dish this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SRNQb5l0qVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KE3rB22D-9Q/s1600-h/green+beans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SRNQb5l0qVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KE3rB22D-9Q/s320/green+beans.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265640829572393298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SRNMZt9hlpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/YrZ2i8MOL-g/s1600-h/thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SRNMZt9hlpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/YrZ2i8MOL-g/s1600-h/thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The different nicknames for Thanksgiving Day: “Turkey Day” (after the traditional Thanksgiving dinner), “T-Day” (an abbreviation of either “Thanksgiving Day” or “Turkey Day”), “Macy’s Day (this is exclusive to New York City – it is a reference to the Macy’s Day Parade), “Yanksgiving” (Canadians sometimes call the Thanksgiving in the US as “Yanksgiving” to distinguish it from the Canadian Thanksgiving holiday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The First Thanksgiving lasted for three days. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!! I WOULD EXPLODE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's one of those funny Thanksgiving facts: Turkeys have heart attacks. When the Air Force was conducting test runs and breaking the sound barrier, fields of turkeys would drop dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A spooked turkey can run at speeds up to 20 miles per hour. They can also burst into flight approaching speeds between 50-55 mph in a matter of seconds. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Granted it doesn't have a heart attack first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;These facts came from http://www.coolest-holiday-parties.com/thanksgiving-facts.html . Hope this kick starts your Thanksgiving excitement!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SRNStBg44ZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ZOGz1oG6C1c/s1600-h/dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SRNStBg44ZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ZOGz1oG6C1c/s320/dinner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265643322780213650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915583096089855-7544555692089141638?l=livandgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/feeds/7544555692089141638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915583096089855&amp;postID=7544555692089141638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/7544555692089141638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/7544555692089141638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-fun.html' title='Thanksgiving Fun!!!'/><author><name>Alivia Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145617334196063071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zR28K9qo1Y8/TgNVY0uauHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uQJRNMoPqdU/s220/me.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SRNMZt9hlpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/YrZ2i8MOL-g/s72-c/thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915583096089855.post-3200020237445288468</id><published>2008-10-31T10:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:07:59.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crepe-O-ween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SQs6HmzCCHI/AAAAAAAAADw/YrA7P-9l16k/s1600-h/pumkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SQs6HmzCCHI/AAAAAAAAADw/YrA7P-9l16k/s320/pumkin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263364491860641906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;     HAPPY CREPE-O-WEEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_us2cqRw41iw/SQs6Ihe2niI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5q3bAlOpBEo/s320/crepeOween" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263364507613699618" /&gt;It's a tradition at Itransact to have Crepe Day around or on Holidays. So today the Crepe Father hosted Crepe-o-ween. It's pretty much an excuse to hang out with co-workers for the first hour or more of work and feast on delicious crepes. At this years Crepe-O-ween we were honored with the presence of The Crepe Father, his monk, and a Duff Beer........?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SQs6JBL4evI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qPyMh5dw1LE/s320/the+boys" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263364516124064498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;We also were graced by not one by TWO joe the plumbers............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SQs6JXtgzpI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MPANA9LvKjg/s1600-h/Joe+the+plumbers" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SQs6JXtgzpI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MPANA9LvKjg/s320/Joe+the+plumbers" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263364522170699410" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My good buddy Torrey was um, a college student with a full time job...............wait a minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SQs6JlOehMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/M0R9FKyp9sk/s1600-h/Torrey" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SQs6JlOehMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/M0R9FKyp9sk/s320/Torrey" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263364525798622402" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was a WITCH! Eh it was easy and I didn't have time this week to be creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SQs7NlSUjyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ENUNMJsGYOo/s1600-h/me"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SQs7NlSUjyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ENUNMJsGYOo/s320/me" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263365694045851426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope you enjoyed our Crepe-O-ween, I bet you woulda liked it more if you were here but you're not so MORE CREPES FOR ME!!! Oh and by the way, the pics came out kinda weird blurry, maybe it was a ghost!!! MUAH HA HA HA HA!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SQs7N_pA3jI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9UiS9V2h6ms/s1600-h/ghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SQs7N_pA3jI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9UiS9V2h6ms/s320/ghost.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263365701120351794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 127px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915583096089855-3200020237445288468?l=livandgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/feeds/3200020237445288468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915583096089855&amp;postID=3200020237445288468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/3200020237445288468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/3200020237445288468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/2008/10/crepe-o-ween.html' title='Crepe-O-ween!'/><author><name>Alivia Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145617334196063071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zR28K9qo1Y8/TgNVY0uauHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uQJRNMoPqdU/s220/me.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SQs6HmzCCHI/AAAAAAAAADw/YrA7P-9l16k/s72-c/pumkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915583096089855.post-9149166320430993402</id><published>2008-10-14T11:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:33:24.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Birthday Cake</title><content type='html'>So my sweet sweet friends at work got me this beautiful birthday cake!!! I was so surprised. My work buddies are awesome!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SPTXsnbBpVI/AAAAAAAAACU/rEfZp0EyV9U/s1600-h/cake"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SPTXsnbBpVI/AAAAAAAAACU/rEfZp0EyV9U/s320/cake" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257063826544764242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you work buddies!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915583096089855-9149166320430993402?l=livandgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/feeds/9149166320430993402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915583096089855&amp;postID=9149166320430993402' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/9149166320430993402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/9149166320430993402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/2008/10/beautiful-birthday-cake.html' title='Beautiful Birthday Cake'/><author><name>Alivia Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145617334196063071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zR28K9qo1Y8/TgNVY0uauHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uQJRNMoPqdU/s220/me.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SPTXsnbBpVI/AAAAAAAAACU/rEfZp0EyV9U/s72-c/cake' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915583096089855.post-5622145767416241195</id><published>2008-10-13T08:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:20:45.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday after church Gene said that he needed some alone time to go shopping for my b-day, he said he already knew what he was getting me so I didn't think it would take him long. Well he left at 1:30 and by 4:30 I still hadn't seen nor heard from him. Hmmmm. I called him and told him my mom was expecting us for dinner at 5:30 and he didn't know if he was going to make it on time. At this point I'm thinking, where in the heck did he go? He's be gone all dang day. Well when we got to my mom's he said that he wasn't able to get what he wanted to get me, apparently they didn't have it in.  Well after dinner was over and we were all getting ready to go home. My sister asked him if he wanted her to get that thing out of her car for him. She brought in two pink presents. Gene, of course, wanted me to open it right then. After a bit of discussion among the family on whether or not I should open my presents two days early we decided to go for it and I'm glad we did!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SPNimHmiCyI/AAAAAAAAACM/dbOUVP7F-Bs/s1600-h/purse"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SPNimHmiCyI/AAAAAAAAACM/dbOUVP7F-Bs/s320/purse" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256653597086714658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had a designer bag in my life! That cute little wallet next to the bag is also a day planner pretty snazzy! I was pretty excited about it all, and then he told me that he was gone all day because he'd gone all the way to Park City to get it. He's such a sweet heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915583096089855-5622145767416241195?l=livandgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/feeds/5622145767416241195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915583096089855&amp;postID=5622145767416241195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/5622145767416241195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/5622145767416241195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!'/><author><name>Alivia Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145617334196063071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zR28K9qo1Y8/TgNVY0uauHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uQJRNMoPqdU/s220/me.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SPNimHmiCyI/AAAAAAAAACM/dbOUVP7F-Bs/s72-c/purse' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915583096089855.post-4058137622139582994</id><published>2008-10-09T09:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:45:13.687-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kitties</title><content type='html'>So here are my kitties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SO4lPUZvCUI/AAAAAAAAABg/WCRpDTl1AX8/s1600-h/kelty+working"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SO4lPUZvCUI/AAAAAAAAABg/WCRpDTl1AX8/s320/kelty+working" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255178760292862274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Makita hindering progress. He is laying on Gene's blueprints for work. Rest assured that out of all the places to lay in the entire house a cat will lay where it is most inconvenient, (really I think they want to lay where they are closest to their owners, I'm pretty sure Makita is just being trying to make Gene mad here though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SO4mCfGoYGI/AAAAAAAAABo/1vAMsfpX4Fo/s1600-h/kelty+and+makita"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SO4mCfGoYGI/AAAAAAAAABo/1vAMsfpX4Fo/s320/kelty+and+makita" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255179639338852450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Kelty and Makita sleeping together. They are so cute when they are sleeping and not trying to terrorize the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915583096089855-4058137622139582994?l=livandgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/feeds/4058137622139582994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915583096089855&amp;postID=4058137622139582994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/4058137622139582994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/4058137622139582994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/2008/10/kitties.html' title='The Kitties'/><author><name>Alivia Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145617334196063071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zR28K9qo1Y8/TgNVY0uauHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uQJRNMoPqdU/s220/me.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SO4lPUZvCUI/AAAAAAAAABg/WCRpDTl1AX8/s72-c/kelty+working' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915583096089855.post-4239227557102882278</id><published>2008-10-08T16:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:24:04.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Us as cartoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SO0yUtBMU_I/AAAAAAAAABA/Jj9Kvdh3to0/s1600-h/0805080742a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SO0yUtBMU_I/AAAAAAAAABA/Jj9Kvdh3to0/s320/0805080742a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254911671474607090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is Gene and I as a caricature. Pretty close I think!! This was done at the fantastical Roy Days! My stepmom said that she could tell it was me by the time he was done with only my eyes. When he finished and signed his name to the bottom Vickie (my stepmom) recognized his name. They talked for a few minutes and.....turns out she went to Davis High school with the artist! SMALL WORLD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915583096089855-4239227557102882278?l=livandgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/feeds/4239227557102882278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915583096089855&amp;postID=4239227557102882278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/4239227557102882278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/4239227557102882278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/2008/10/us-as-cartoons.html' title='Us as cartoons'/><author><name>Alivia Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145617334196063071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zR28K9qo1Y8/TgNVY0uauHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uQJRNMoPqdU/s220/me.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_us2cqRw41iw/SO0yUtBMU_I/AAAAAAAAABA/Jj9Kvdh3to0/s72-c/0805080742a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915583096089855.post-8387273308395838728</id><published>2008-10-08T15:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:11:06.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well I'm finally blogging. I'm pretty sure I've left no stone unturned when it comes to figuring out where I am and what I'm doing. I think I'm going to forego the Myspace though, I can't keep up with everything. So...here's what's new. Gene is the boyfriend and he and I just moved back to Utah from Colorado about a month ago. So far so good. We are both loving our jobs and I know I'm loving being closer to family. About Gene, he's 28 and originally from Philly. He's only been out of PA for a couple years now so he still has the accent and it's pretty cute. He's getting used to Utah but coming from Philadelphia it's a bit of a culture shock to say the least! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway, we are renting in Kaysville for the time being, and hoping to buy a house in the near future (cross your fingers). We'll see how it goes. Oh and my little sis is having a baby in January and I can not wait!!! I'm pretty dang excited for little Croix. Well I guess that's about it for right now. I'll write soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Love ya'll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Liv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915583096089855-8387273308395838728?l=livandgene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/feeds/8387273308395838728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915583096089855&amp;postID=8387273308395838728' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/8387273308395838728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915583096089855/posts/default/8387273308395838728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livandgene.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally.html' title='Finally!!!'/><author><name>Alivia Burgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145617334196063071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zR28K9qo1Y8/TgNVY0uauHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uQJRNMoPqdU/s220/me.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
