<?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-3350444642745368663</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:18:38.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cailey&amp;Devon&amp;Dexter</title><subtitle type='html'>"All diseases are pheliacs... Arachnaphobia..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-7031431766491544552</id><published>2011-12-16T07:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T08:10:17.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Say It's Your Birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 2nd birthday to Dexter!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ztJW4Gwe4zI/TutcoSO3ZcI/AAAAAAAABT8/w64RSHazif4/s320/IMG_0130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686740801644094914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe my baby is now two and no longer a baby.  He is basically a little man with a mind of his own and we love every bit of him.  Even if he is actually taking advantage of the term 'terrible twos'.  He might act a little horrible at times but it's super adorable watching him sit in a time out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kK897mpC-oo/TutcnroAKyI/AAAAAAAABTw/DcTdEfQgCb8/s1600/IMG_0146.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kK897mpC-oo/TutcnroAKyI/AAAAAAAABTw/DcTdEfQgCb8/s320/IMG_0146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686740791280544546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't he the cutest?!?  Have to give credit to Devon's aunt Kristy Woolf for taking this picture.  And it is classic Dexter because he is holding a pair of keys.  This kid is obsessed with keys.  And not the ones that you get out of a bin marked 'useless' at Home Depot.  He wants the legit ones that people actually need to drive their cars, complete with an unlock/lock button.  He is pretty good at keeping tabs on them, except the rare occasion that he is not (sorry Steph, I bet if he came to your house right now he would be able to find them for you).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy happy birthday Dexter!!  Right now we are celebrating by watching the Lady Gaga performance on Ellen for about the 67th time.  You think I'm kidding?  I'm not.  This kid loves his Gaga almost as much as he loves his Ellen.  I've raised him well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Devy Girl  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-7031431766491544552?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/7031431766491544552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=7031431766491544552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/7031431766491544552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/7031431766491544552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-say-its-your-birthday.html' title='You Say It&apos;s Your Birthday...'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ztJW4Gwe4zI/TutcoSO3ZcI/AAAAAAAABT8/w64RSHazif4/s72-c/IMG_0130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-3119002724729572358</id><published>2011-09-22T14:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T14:35:53.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgzWP0hzyOg/TnuZ8gAWLLI/AAAAAAAABTc/V6-MQ6IQQqQ/s1600/DSC00338_0084_084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655283021756378290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgzWP0hzyOg/TnuZ8gAWLLI/AAAAAAAABTc/V6-MQ6IQQqQ/s320/DSC00338_0084_084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have been married 4 years today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't have any wedding pictures on this computer but I would have put this pic up anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Anniversary to my Lil' Devy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't believe it's been 4 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That means we've known each other almost 5 years! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For realsy, sometimes it's like we're still strangers. Keeps it interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway thanks for marrying me and helping me produce 1 and a quarter children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. That quarter child.. Yeah we know what gender it is. But I'm waiting until I get pictures of our gender reveal cake from my sisters to blog reveal it. So Chels or Ces can I have them please? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-3119002724729572358?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/3119002724729572358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=3119002724729572358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/3119002724729572358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/3119002724729572358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!!'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgzWP0hzyOg/TnuZ8gAWLLI/AAAAAAAABTc/V6-MQ6IQQqQ/s72-c/DSC00338_0084_084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-9094175673640947956</id><published>2011-08-29T21:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T21:49:38.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love on Top</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh man I love when I am pregnant with relevant and fabulous celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last pregnancy I was sharing my baby bump with all the E! reality stars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646489438969886434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6mvzaiKEA-s/TlxcOnXLduI/AAAAAAAABTM/11_aD24MlsA/s320/beyoncebaby.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I'm good with sharing baby joy with Beyonce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if these rumors are true I will be beyond thrilled!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646489445493489314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10O8vUGIblk/TlxcO_qhvqI/AAAAAAAABTU/mLH7ylPWvio/s320/janistonbaby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes when I became pregnant one of my first thoughts was which celebrity will share my due date. That's how my brain works. I am one of those people who refer to celebs by their first name. Lady B &amp;amp; Jen &amp;amp; I will be so cute together!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More posts to come soon hopefully... I've still got our Myrtle Beach trip that we took waaay back in April to blog about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-9094175673640947956?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/9094175673640947956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=9094175673640947956&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/9094175673640947956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/9094175673640947956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-on-top.html' title='Love on Top'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6mvzaiKEA-s/TlxcOnXLduI/AAAAAAAABTM/11_aD24MlsA/s72-c/beyoncebaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-4260885807850584716</id><published>2011-07-15T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T21:20:21.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Fabulous...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;LAS VEGAS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this trip happened 3 months ago but it's still very near and dear to my heart so I had to share it. Plus Devon is out of town and I'm holding off on watching the last 4 episodes of Pretty Little Liars because I don't want to be caught up ever. What's the fun in waiting a week to see what crazy antics A will get the girls into? So I'm blogging... I may just blog about Myrtle Beach too. But most likely not. Don't get your hopes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a weekend away from our lil Dex and joined &lt;a href="http://loviofam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steph&amp;amp;Danny&lt;/a&gt; for a wonderful trip to Vegas. It was a much needed getaway and the first time we both went on a trip without the babe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607517518886582274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z8_ObJXcnuc/TdHneTkDuAI/AAAAAAAABSg/4vucnTAeWiY/s320/Picture%2B189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We did one of those hotel arrangements where you just put in what you're willing to pay and have to actually pay for the room before you know what it is. Lady luck was certainly on our side because the travel site chose M hotel for us. Yeah it was on Top Chef Las Vegas. And it was awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9kIAyxxvBtk/TdHl3xj98CI/AAAAAAAABSI/2aqy_oH0Yn4/s1600/Picture%2B191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607515757412741154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9kIAyxxvBtk/TdHl3xj98CI/AAAAAAAABSI/2aqy_oH0Yn4/s320/Picture%2B191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhh Heaven. The new H&amp;amp;M in Caesars Palace. Well new-ish since it's taken me months to write this blog. Even so, it was glorious and I could of spent hours in there and I'm pretty sure we spent hundreds.. Luckily Devon took up Craps that weekend and we ended up gaining like $300 bucks so H&amp;amp;M basically gave me their clothes. Ugh I wish!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607515745370068770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fp_XqMbnuq0/TdHl3EsxVyI/AAAAAAAABR4/eTQoA1H9nNM/s320/Picture%2B193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before shopping bliss, we went to Max Brenner for a delicious meal. Poor Stephanie was sick that weekend so she didn't eat much. I'm pretty sure I ate more than enough for the both of us.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q4GZ2f1-ykI/TdHl3tJZo3I/AAAAAAAABSA/SQibuEhlj40/s1600/Picture%2B192.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607515756227568498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q4GZ2f1-ykI/TdHl3tJZo3I/AAAAAAAABSA/SQibuEhlj40/s320/Picture%2B192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All Devon had was this tiny milkshake. Mmm he was stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607515742002263362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bmcpsOH7DWk/TdHl24J0tUI/AAAAAAAABRw/idTcf5cIFEw/s320/Picture%2B194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had Hash House A Go Go in our hotel, yeah it was featured on Man V. Food. We love Adam Richman. Devon had some delectable biscuits n' gravy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DXX9U3ZcN3Q/TdHl2o-PCmI/AAAAAAAABRo/RP5hYI5FoRU/s1600/Picture%2B195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607515737927125602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DXX9U3ZcN3Q/TdHl2o-PCmI/AAAAAAAABRo/RP5hYI5FoRU/s320/Picture%2B195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an enormous waffle which was scrumptious. Yes those glasses are really real. I'm not just being super trendy or ironic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-HUBdW8R44/TdHkzlecWTI/AAAAAAAABRg/mafBSOseYzg/s1600/Picture%2B196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607514585937238322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-HUBdW8R44/TdHkzlecWTI/AAAAAAAABRg/mafBSOseYzg/s320/Picture%2B196.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The main reason for our trip..... BRANDON FLOWERS!! He played at the House of Blues obviously. It was the best concert ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U9GDTxpfbdk/TdHkzfEtDeI/AAAAAAAABRY/qyHbtrZj7s0/s1600/Picture%2B197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607514584218668514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U9GDTxpfbdk/TdHkzfEtDeI/AAAAAAAABRY/qyHbtrZj7s0/s320/Picture%2B197.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniel Faraday from Lost opened for Mr. Flowers. Not really, but right?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jyJvaNmyUNE/TdHky8hEYoI/AAAAAAAABRQ/pJcDAfXEQEQ/s1600/Picture%2B200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607514574942397058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jyJvaNmyUNE/TdHky8hEYoI/AAAAAAAABRQ/pJcDAfXEQEQ/s320/Picture%2B200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Classic Brandon in his vest. He truly was amazing and "OMG SO PRETTY" according to the 13-year-old girl who was behind me. Oh wait, that's not a girl, that was Devon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607514565877900642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FWc0Xzja4bg/TdHkyav7JWI/AAAAAAAABRA/iuXuljKGVzY/s320/Picture%2B207.jpg" /&gt;Steph and Danny at the famous or perhaps infamous Las Vegas sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1RKBLZCHddE/TdHkyoRSVhI/AAAAAAAABRI/hmTDrwKoTDA/s1600/Picture%2B206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607514569507493394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1RKBLZCHddE/TdHkyoRSVhI/AAAAAAAABRI/hmTDrwKoTDA/s320/Picture%2B206.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The badonkatonks at the Vegas sign. Such a wonderful trip!! Thanks Lovios for letting us crash the birthday weekend. It was spectacular. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lil Devy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Didja hear the news? Scroll down to the previous post... I'M PREGNANT! Sorry couldn't hold it in. Pregnancy hormones are making me carazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3350444642745368663-4260885807850584716?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/4260885807850584716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=4260885807850584716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/4260885807850584716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/4260885807850584716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/05/welcome-to-fabulous.html' title='Welcome to Fabulous...'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z8_ObJXcnuc/TdHneTkDuAI/AAAAAAAABSg/4vucnTAeWiY/s72-c/Picture%2B189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-5667625309731708367</id><published>2011-07-13T21:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T21:55:39.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dexter has news....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629047683078953506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gLWr2FpDe48/Th5lCzWoGiI/AAAAAAAABSs/nvRH40mL0ho/s320/IMG_3184.JPG" /&gt;That's right. The badonkatonkas are expecting babe #2..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629047693282480770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UfbCDF0sgoo/Th5lDZXVkoI/AAAAAAAABS0/FDNLxK30-1w/s320/IMG_3186.JPG" /&gt;Dex is delighted about the news. Actually he was mostly excited because he finally got to be outside. Mommy has been sick and trying to keep this outta control 18-month-old in bed with her all day long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OEAZ5g27Td4/Th5lwJ7KreI/AAAAAAAABTE/g0pT0NbsFbE/s1600/IMG_3189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629048462231907810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OEAZ5g27Td4/Th5lwJ7KreI/AAAAAAAABTE/g0pT0NbsFbE/s320/IMG_3189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's now been changed to February 26th. Which means, based on the last birth, I will hopefully have the baby February 15th. Fingers crossed. I really don't want a leap year kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-5667625309731708367?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/5667625309731708367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=5667625309731708367&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/5667625309731708367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/5667625309731708367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/07/dexter-has-news.html' title='Dexter has news....'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gLWr2FpDe48/Th5lCzWoGiI/AAAAAAAABSs/nvRH40mL0ho/s72-c/IMG_3184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-1479934135079394760</id><published>2011-05-16T20:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T20:55:12.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am finally getting around to blogging about Gaga. It was forever ago but felt like only yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607505622196133666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8X6N6fH_sgo/TdHcp08BnyI/AAAAAAAABPg/4-LWhFc0Ih0/s320/DSC01401.JPG" /&gt;The gang getting ready to be Gaga'd. Oh man we had no idea what we got ourselves into!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607505641729398754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jjE1qAwxPmM/TdHcq9tHl-I/AAAAAAAABP4/FqyNuKSorzw/s320/DSC01408.JPG" /&gt;Before the concert we ate at a place called Tin Angel. Or Tin Roof. Or Tin Angel Roof. I dunno... It was something about Tin. I had a plate of mushrooms and one spare rib. I wish I had proof because that is what I seriously had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607505637759195074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mphfHw1pOQY/TdHcqu6jF8I/AAAAAAAABPw/ZKgMAuAsiXc/s320/DSC01407.JPG" /&gt;Devon &amp;amp; sisters happy to be eating and gaga-ing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607505625994615154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mha3AurxcZw/TdHcqDFp2XI/AAAAAAAABPo/1uYXQBfWU7w/s320/DSC01403.JPG" /&gt;The best part of that place. The kid-tinis! They were actually only semi-okay but I love me some mocktails! I had dreams of becoming a Coyote. As in Coyote Ugly. As in Tyra Banks. I make some mean mocktails. My signature is a cherry in every drink. That would have been my Coyote name. &lt;em&gt;sigh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607506220392077362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YxlR-74GH9E/TdHdMpZDWDI/AAAAAAAABQA/I_VI0coNiYQ/s320/DSC01413.JPG" /&gt;Scissor Sisters on the big screen. Interesting fact- They aren't sisters. One of them is male. Pretty sure.. Like 75% sure it was a boy. The other 15% of me is thinking about that leather unitard he wore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607506237070441890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vQcRYKDlIpc/TdHdNnhe_aI/AAAAAAAABQQ/Dy1Jb0q48l8/s320/DSC01416.JPG" /&gt;The three of us at the concert. Devon, myself, and my second chin. Has Paris Hilton taught me nothing?!? I should know how to pose for a camera that is below me. For shame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607506229921542178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B1CB-DQ4U6k/TdHdNM5DcCI/AAAAAAAABQI/ld-0ParzNTs/s320/DSC01417.JPG" /&gt;One of the fifty gaga videos of the night. She kept getting bigger and bigger. Carazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607506245012418546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6c9qTLYa6C8/TdHdOFG_7_I/AAAAAAAABQY/w1YSYpKeERI/s320/DSC01424.JPG" /&gt;The Lady herself. Well on the big screen. Still counts, I was in the same room as her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607506251490416690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zx4yfjAjmdE/TdHdOdPeWDI/AAAAAAAABQg/Gyi-TXE55gk/s320/DSC01425.JPG" /&gt;Ahhh flames! Her piano playing is literally on fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone in the group had very mixed emotions about the Gaga. Her concert was very preachy and very gay. But I can't hold it in any longer... I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Even when I looked over to see my mad faced husband plugging his ears because it was just too loud for him. Whatevs, it just made me dance harder. Especially when she sang Born This Way. Devon doesn't like equality so naturally he hates that song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TF-PoUeZsv4/TdHddxyvt7I/AAAAAAAABQw/haYiXR_glys/s1600/DSC01427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607506514705102770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TF-PoUeZsv4/TdHddxyvt7I/AAAAAAAABQw/haYiXR_glys/s320/DSC01427.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is what we came home too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607506512656139362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-owVfYP81rlM/TdHddqKPBGI/AAAAAAAABQo/9iPIBHTBUHY/s320/DSC01426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look how sweet!! Thanks Gma Linda for watching our little monsters while we could go be little monsters. It's a Gaga thing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;br /&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/3350444642745368663-1479934135079394760?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/1479934135079394760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=1479934135079394760&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/1479934135079394760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/1479934135079394760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/05/gaga.html' title='Gaga'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8X6N6fH_sgo/TdHcp08BnyI/AAAAAAAABPg/4-LWhFc0Ih0/s72-c/DSC01401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-3247431431609362056</id><published>2011-05-10T21:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T21:53:57.655-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's your lucky day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are not making the blog private...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lil Devy is up in arms about it.  Me trying to hide that baby of ours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So come one, come all...  No it's not a picture of Dexter with his Mike Tyson tattoo.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's better...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iD_GkV9FCtg/TcoEhJhzDZI/AAAAAAAABPY/Z7lqSy13SoU/s1600/IMG_2469.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iD_GkV9FCtg/TcoEhJhzDZI/AAAAAAAABPY/Z7lqSy13SoU/s320/IMG_2469.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605297653755874706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There you go Lil'Devy.  Public for the whole world to see!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But thanks to the few who gave me their emails.  I'll be sure to include you in all the chain mail I get.  Just messing...  Unless you believe that if you don't send that one email in the next 27 seconds, your uncle's, sister's, cat's, neighbor's, cousin will DIE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Devy Girl&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/3350444642745368663-3247431431609362056?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/3247431431609362056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=3247431431609362056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/3247431431609362056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/3247431431609362056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-your-lucky-day.html' title='It&apos;s your lucky day....'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iD_GkV9FCtg/TcoEhJhzDZI/AAAAAAAABPY/Z7lqSy13SoU/s72-c/IMG_2469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-2309100156090309604</id><published>2011-04-20T09:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T09:58:55.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>None Of Yo Business (aka going private)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you enjoy the last leg of my 30 day blog challenge. I finally finished it and you can look at the last 3 days below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've let you all into my life and now I want ya'all out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not really. But I am going private because I plan on making the next 30 posts just pictures of Dexter and don't want no creeps creepin on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know the drill. Comment with your email if you want in. And if you've seen my baby then you want in. I've got a picture of him with a self made Mike Tyson tattoo. It's glorious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-2309100156090309604?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2309100156090309604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=2309100156090309604&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/2309100156090309604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/2309100156090309604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/04/none-of-yo-business-aka-going-private.html' title='None Of Yo Business (aka going private)'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-4599818392980183957</id><published>2011-04-20T09:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T09:54:54.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>day 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 30: photo of yourself today + three good things that have happened in the past 30 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright so I've taken some pretty good photos in the last few days with my small camera but now I can't figure out which cord to use to plug it into the computer. I've tried to shove 5 different ones into the camera but it's not working. And my SD memory stick isn't picking up my SD so no picture today. Just imagine me but with dark hair now. And I got bangs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Onto the three good things that have happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. My baby has gotten even more awesome. I know right?! He has broken the barrier of what is awesome. He's basically a kid now and talks and talks and talks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Even though my baby is more awesome, we did leave him for a weekend to take a much needed vacay with just couples and no kids. We slept in til 9 o'clock and it was fantastic. And Lil' Devy is a pro at craps. Basically paid for our entire trip just by rolling those hard eights and easy sevens. I don't know how to play that game.... I however lost 4 dollars because I played $1 slot machines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. School is almost over and I am happy. I believe that online classes are the hardest ones because you get more busy work and I've got a baby (well kid now, he's so mature) pulling on my computer cord until I pay him some attention. Oh it'll be a nice 3 week break until I go back for summer semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally finished this 30 day shred and I think I nailed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You probably won't be hearing from me for a good three months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-4599818392980183957?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/4599818392980183957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=4599818392980183957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/4599818392980183957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/4599818392980183957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-30.html' title='day 30'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-8574125848639700460</id><published>2011-04-20T09:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T09:30:11.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>day 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 29: put your ipod on shuffle. what are the first ten songs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is gonna be interesting. I have two ipods. Well an itouch and a classic because I'm nostalgic and can't let go. So I'm gonna alternate between the two because I know if I just use my itouch it'll only come up with Glee and Christmas songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Start of Something New- V.Hudge &amp;amp; Zac Efron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes it's from High School Musical. I'm not embarassed. Okay yes I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Close- Pete Yorn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to one of his concerts because Ben Kweller was opening. I think I've got all his CDs on my touch and don't even let him get to the first note before I change it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. All My Friends Are Insects- Weezer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the Yo Gabba Gabba: Music is Awesome! CD. And no I don't listen to it if Dexter isn't around... Alright yes I do. I love the Jack Black song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Come on Over- Christina Aguilera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know this song in Spanish because of that time Christina Aguilera decided to be really Spanish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Lollipop- Ben Kweller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love BK and this song was on mine and Devsys wedding video. So sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. My Freeze Ray- Neil Patrick Harris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's from Dr. Horribles Sing Along Blog. And I think I've mentioned that in like 15 of my blog posts so if you haven't seen it yet then you best be looking elsewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. All These Things That I've Done- The Killers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe I mentioned it was a favorite song of mine. Still is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. You Give Me Something- James Morrison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this song and it's the only song I know by this guy. But it's a keeper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. Coconut Telegraph- Jimmy Buffett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My first concert was a JB one and I believe I was 8. Coincidentally that was the first time I smelled pot. Ahhh I'm a parrothead for life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. It's Good to Be In Love- Frou Frou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes it sure is Frou Frou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that's my ipod on shuffle. I shuffled it more than once because I didn't want every other song to be some version of Rockin Around the Christmas Tree. I've got like seven of those. I love Christmas music and I think day after Halloween is when you start listening to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-8574125848639700460?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/8574125848639700460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=8574125848639700460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/8574125848639700460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/8574125848639700460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-29.html' title='day 29'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-3315199917747163756</id><published>2011-04-20T08:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T09:12:24.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>day 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 28: something that stresses you out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trying to blog consistently for 30 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's clearly not working and I only had 3 days left!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a busy month and the badonkatonks haven't been home any weekend in April.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you've all been on the edge of your seats waiting for day 28.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So sorry to keep you waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and school/work stresses me out as well. Just thought I'd throw that out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-3315199917747163756?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/3315199917747163756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=3315199917747163756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/3315199917747163756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/3315199917747163756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-28.html' title='day 28'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-7608151000611853262</id><published>2011-04-04T10:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T10:33:01.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>day 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 27: a picture of you last year and a picture of you now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last year.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't really document a lot of my face last year on account of pregnancy turning me into an adolescent acne proned teen so this is the best I've got...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591756884781174482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PBKr1rwqv-g/TZnpQqO6DtI/AAAAAAAABO4/JGWib9SP_ms/s320/Cailey%2527s%2BCamera%2B457.jpg" /&gt;This is me sporting a BumpIt. C'mon it was last year... I was so young then and wasn't in the right mindset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now this year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bz5P2jDe_ZQ/TZnuIW5QMNI/AAAAAAAABPQ/ryH0lrWpY2Q/s1600/DSC01408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591762239709262034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bz5P2jDe_ZQ/TZnuIW5QMNI/AAAAAAAABPQ/ryH0lrWpY2Q/s320/DSC01408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Devon &amp;amp; I at The Tin Angel(?) before the Lady Gaga concert. My hair has turned into the ombre trend that isn't really a trend anymore. And it's ombred like 5 times over thanks to my at home hair coloring... I'm calling to get a hair appt as I type this... That's all. Only 3 more days of this challenge and now that I've shared so many intimate details about my life I'm probably gonna go private now just fyi. So if you want to keep reading my blog then show yourselves!! xoxo Devy Girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-7608151000611853262?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/7608151000611853262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=7608151000611853262&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/7608151000611853262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/7608151000611853262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-27.html' title='day 27'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PBKr1rwqv-g/TZnpQqO6DtI/AAAAAAAABO4/JGWib9SP_ms/s72-c/Cailey%2527s%2BCamera%2B457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-2187605404168622806</id><published>2011-04-03T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T21:54:37.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>day 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 26: a habit you wish you didn't have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is gross so beware. A habit I wish I didn't have is picking at my nails. This is really more for Devon then me. He absolutely hates this and anytime I do it when he is around he hits me. Ha not really, he actually gets all lovey dovey and holds my hand so I am obviously not able to keep doing my gross habit. He just wishes I would clip my nails like a normal person, but not in public because he can't stand that either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-2187605404168622806?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2187605404168622806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=2187605404168622806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/2187605404168622806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/2187605404168622806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-26.html' title='day 26'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-8179947976136434788</id><published>2011-03-29T19:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T19:13:43.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>day 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 25: plans/dreams/goals you have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Graduate college with my, what my sister calls it, fake degree. Whatevs. It still counts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finish decorating my house. We're on a budget ya know since we have house payments now, so Devon lets me get one thing every month. I'm so excited to finally get a mattress! Ha jk that was the first thing we put in our house. Even without a frame which is actually easier because you can just do a trust fall and land on the mattress. No jumping up to get comfy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And.... I really wanna lose 3 pounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-8179947976136434788?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/8179947976136434788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=8179947976136434788&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/8179947976136434788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/8179947976136434788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-25.html' title='day 25'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-9062466466583257153</id><published>2011-03-28T10:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T10:32:07.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>day 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 24: favorite photo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JtKKnwW_Urk/TYGTNfV9ZnI/AAAAAAAABOI/2_m2DSw-OJk/s1600/Cailey%2527s%2BCamera%2B281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584906872877311602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JtKKnwW_Urk/TYGTNfV9ZnI/AAAAAAAABOI/2_m2DSw-OJk/s320/Cailey%2527s%2BCamera%2B281.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do I even need to explain why??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-9062466466583257153?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/9062466466583257153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=9062466466583257153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/9062466466583257153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/9062466466583257153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-24.html' title='day 24'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JtKKnwW_Urk/TYGTNfV9ZnI/AAAAAAAABOI/2_m2DSw-OJk/s72-c/Cailey%2527s%2BCamera%2B281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-1935124125379396738</id><published>2011-03-25T09:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T10:05:08.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>VOTE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Putting the 30-day blog challenge on the back burner today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I want you guys to VOTE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588047372040191090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8IZX5Sk7akI/TYy7emaCvHI/AAAAAAAABOw/PryMwUEhGjQ/s320/dexter%2Bbaby%2Bidol.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I entered this picture in 97.1 zht's Baby Idol.  I don't know why it's called Baby Idol because there is no singing required.  Oh man if there was though...  I just bought Dex a microphone and he has found his calling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, if his picture wins then the badonkatonks get to go on a San Diego vacay!  And Dexter gets a playset that's 3x bigger than our backyard.  Okay we don't really have a backyard but we could probably fit it in our basement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So go &lt;a href="http://www.971zht.com/pages/babyidol11/"&gt;here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and vote for picture #77 which is our handsome Dexter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And tell all your friends.  If you link this post on your blog then you get good vibes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-1935124125379396738?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/1935124125379396738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=1935124125379396738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/1935124125379396738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/1935124125379396738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/03/vote.html' title='VOTE!'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8IZX5Sk7akI/TYy7emaCvHI/AAAAAAAABOw/PryMwUEhGjQ/s72-c/dexter%2Bbaby%2Bidol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-1980988060020968921</id><published>2011-03-24T19:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T19:02:51.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>day 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 23: favorite recipe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh man I have a lot.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me want food like all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are all from my mother.  She is an amazing cook.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always say she's Martha Stewart without the jail time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not that funny, I sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'm burnt out today and only feel like watching my child try so hard to just get the chocolate bottom of the samoa cookie.  It's hilarious.  And he's reading my people magazine.  Like mother, like son. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, yes I'm mom of the year.  You don't have to tell me twice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-1980988060020968921?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/1980988060020968921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=1980988060020968921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/1980988060020968921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/1980988060020968921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-23.html' title='day 23'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-4895431830236265204</id><published>2011-03-22T21:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T21:06:27.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>day 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 22: a place you've traveled to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That'd be CHICAGO!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IbuSJGKYSVA/TYlh4o6mT-I/AAAAAAAABOo/Vewrub-gbPU/s1600/Cailey%2527s%2BCamera%2B672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587104438413578210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IbuSJGKYSVA/TYlh4o6mT-I/AAAAAAAABOo/Vewrub-gbPU/s320/Cailey%2527s%2BCamera%2B672.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Devon was courting me, he decided to go sell alarms in Chicago for 4 months.  Well he couldn't get away from me that easily because I wasn't gonna pass up a trip to the magnificent mile shops....  Oh and to see my soon to be fiancee.  It's quite a magical place.  It's like New York but much, much cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-51qJy0KMnoc/TYlh3_OrhKI/AAAAAAAABOg/uu_Sp29bjSk/s1600/Cailey%2527s%2BCamera%2B680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587104427223516322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-51qJy0KMnoc/TYlh3_OrhKI/AAAAAAAABOg/uu_Sp29bjSk/s320/Cailey%2527s%2BCamera%2B680.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Married With Children fountain.  Love &amp;amp; Marriage...  Dun da dun..  I don't know the rest of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587104413370113106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t-h14KGN5nc/TYlh3LnxXFI/AAAAAAAABOQ/iMxoRgvBs2E/s320/Cailey%2527s%2BCamera%2B693.jpg" /&gt;This was at Navy Pier.  Also the night that Devon proposed to me.  There were fireworks.  Literally, they had a fireworks show and he popped the question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Muhl7K5lbT4/TYlh3qd5TUI/AAAAAAAABOY/oC9YcWrXd8Q/s1600/Cailey%2527s%2BCamera%2B731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587104421650189634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Muhl7K5lbT4/TYlh3qd5TUI/AAAAAAAABOY/oC9YcWrXd8Q/s320/Cailey%2527s%2BCamera%2B731.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eating at the John Hancock building on like the highest floor.  It was berootiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, Chicago will always be a place that is near and dear to me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devy Girl&lt;br /&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/3350444642745368663-4895431830236265204?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/4895431830236265204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=4895431830236265204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/4895431830236265204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/4895431830236265204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-22.html' title='day 22'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IbuSJGKYSVA/TYlh4o6mT-I/AAAAAAAABOo/Vewrub-gbPU/s72-c/Cailey%2527s%2BCamera%2B672.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-3319223755992075689</id><published>2011-03-21T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T15:07:53.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>day 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 21: your friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having a scanner is so great. So many old pictures that I've come across with all my best girlfriends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's start off with my best childhood friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's my girl Autumn Bushman. She and I were inseperable from 1st grade up until she moved to Vegas junior year. We did everything together and I've got so many pictures to back that up. For now I will only present you with three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584899326181279362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TSQyO4mZs9M/TYGMWNtahoI/AAAAAAAABMg/aJ5IwpoY3h8/s320/autumncaileydressup.jpg" /&gt;Playing dress up in Vegas I believe. We traveled the world together! Well a couple of states but as kids it was the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584899320554036530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vmexMrn1rwk/TYGMV4vxnTI/AAAAAAAABMY/9lyeI1Nd4wU/s320/autumncaileybraces.jpg" /&gt;Braces and crimped hair. Aww to be 14 again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584899335279282322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WNzqs-pU7IM/TYGMWvmjCJI/AAAAAAAABMw/yFGjqr6RxwY/s320/drillautumncailey.jpg" /&gt;Here we are in New York for our drill team competition. Yeah we were on drill together. She cried when we both got the acceptance letter. Sorry Autumn, secrets out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now onto my fab five crew. Yes we had a name for our group of friends and I know you all did too so I'm not embarassed one bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584899339004100978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J0Cg_m4W9UY/TYGMW9enQXI/AAAAAAAABM4/y8hh_EXtapA/s320/discodance.jpg" /&gt;Here we are at the disco stomp. Disregard the boys in the pic. They are not part of the fab five. The fab five are from l to r: Katie, Lizzie, Cailey, Kaitlyn, Melissa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes we would have honorary members to fill in for Melissa. We were mean. Forgive us Melly Belly!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584899774078370914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WVUTSH5sfOs/TYGMwSQZxGI/AAAAAAAABNI/nR2Xu57DF4c/s320/lizcaizmushrooms.jpg" /&gt;Out to eat before Dogpatch. We decided to go with just girls and dress up as the "Men @ Work" crew. It was probably the best dance I've ever been to. Anyway, I got mushrooms on my pasta and Liz was so disgusted she made me cover up my food with a napkin so she didn't have to smell it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584899773990523586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NTZXhw8NnaM/TYGMwR7dUsI/AAAAAAAABNA/yr9S2RYzyS0/s320/eggmelcaizmakeover.jpg" /&gt;This is when Kaitlyn and I gave Melly a makeover and she told us to refer to her as Rozlyn the entire night. Or, ya know, Roz for short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584900488886870306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0YcfaLrpF_A/TYGNZ5IB4SI/AAAAAAAABNQ/rxU1vrIceKU/s320/fab%2Bfive%2B%2540%2Bsenior%2Bdinner%2Bdance.bmp" /&gt;Fab five before the senior dinner dance. All dolled up natch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584899328677506706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T8JnqiRF3Go/TYGMWXAj7pI/AAAAAAAABMo/iS5yhyV_RjI/s320/ciao%2Badolescence.jpg" /&gt;This was at our "ciao adolescence" party. It was the best of times and the worst of times because my ipod got stolen and someone threw a glass table into my pool. Katie loved to invite anybody who was anybody so I blame her. But she got her camera stolen so I can't hate too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now onto my college day friends... Yes we had a group name too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584905332726059234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A1WM2U4qv-Y/TYGRz11SUOI/AAAAAAAABN4/LBIZk7REFIw/s320/amazing%2Brace%2Bchicago.jpg" /&gt;Introducing.... The Amazing R.A.C.E!!! They be- and they all have blogs so I can highlight their names with their blog links- &lt;a href="http://russannekyle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Russanne&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://iloveflowersandlipstick.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aubrey&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cailey&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://emilyjaneclark.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584904627216098930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S9NSSpSO7TM/TYGRKxmmpnI/AAAAAAAABNw/4JRK5ogarqc/s320/amazing%2Brace.jpg" /&gt;Ahhh College!!! We had some fun times in King Henry 310. Of course this is actually in a car and we had fun times in their too. We have over 30 pictures of us making random faces. Another blog post I guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love all my girlfriends and I wish I saw them all more often but grownup life is carazy! Everyone is super busy and out doing their own thing. I think I'll just plan a "ciao twenties" party to get all my crews together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I know I blogged about these ones in my family post but if they weren't my family I'd still hang out with them. Hence, they are totally my BFFs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584900490859352258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kg7HZULL5t8/TYGNaAeTkMI/AAAAAAAABNY/QTOHsZtZjto/s320/Simpable%2BThings%2BGals.jpg" /&gt;The Madsen girlies. That's our crew name. Jk we don't have one. Which is weird because I love making group names..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584903008534705618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLeR0PSFtHs/TYGPsji4tdI/AAAAAAAABNg/jFwe4pEOfJA/s320/girls%2Bin%2Bst%2Bgeorge.jpg" /&gt;Just getting a leg up in sunny St. George.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584903011582192978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j49Z4n2D4sA/TYGPsu5drVI/AAAAAAAABNo/VhPcSE0cSCY/s320/leg%2Bup%2Bsimpable.jpg" /&gt;And a leg up at Simpable Things. We love holding up each others legs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And of course my BFF and ever and ever would be this guy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mCZLJcXj1Vc/TYGR0NQaXkI/AAAAAAAABOA/x2EXZjyUu5s/s1600/devy%2Bin%2Bdrag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584905339013848642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mCZLJcXj1Vc/TYGR0NQaXkI/AAAAAAAABOA/x2EXZjyUu5s/s320/devy%2Bin%2Bdrag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love him so much and he is my BFF because he lets me do things like 'this is what you'd look like if you were a girl.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And those are all my friends in a nutshell. They are awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-3319223755992075689?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/3319223755992075689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=3319223755992075689&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/3319223755992075689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/3319223755992075689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-21.html' title='day 21'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TSQyO4mZs9M/TYGMWNtahoI/AAAAAAAABMg/aJ5IwpoY3h8/s72-c/autumncaileydressup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-1747085001190465310</id><published>2011-03-19T15:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T15:45:27.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>day 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 20: your favorite song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's tough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't narrow it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How bout I just name some of my favorite musicians/bands/what have you and my fav song out of their repertoire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584887410970642066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fc1lrNQYDEM/TYGBgqF0xpI/AAAAAAAABLQ/cQ31qHhbu7Y/s320/ben%2Bkweller.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ben Kweller- Thirteen. Very romantic and everytime he sings it in concert he always looks up at the end. So I'm not quite sure if the song is about his wife or God. Either way it's sweet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584887419514322674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HhfYbKm5kFQ/TYGBhJ6y_vI/AAAAAAAABLg/J--hUJydI6U/s320/maroon%2B5.jpg" /&gt;Maroon 5- Secret. I feel bad because I haven't really been a devote fan but their first album I could listen to all the way through over and over again. This song especially.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584888496786249698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ETELYj3GcvM/TYGCf3EcF-I/AAAAAAAABLw/jbZVySf8DWw/s320/the%2Bkillers.jpg" /&gt;The Killers- All These Things That I've Done. I totally fist pumped everytime the part about having soul but not being a soldier started. Jersey Shores got nothing on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584887418498541026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ei1fQ4FvYKI/TYGBhGInZeI/AAAAAAAABLY/uJS1ioqq7lM/s320/rilo%2Bkiley.jpg" /&gt;Rilo Kiley- I Never. I know they aren't a band anymore but I still enjoy listening to their music every now and again. I love that guy from Salute My Shorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q7bzbFuSC9s/TYGBhbr2YwI/AAAAAAAABLo/OUSNpv0kS1M/s1600/broadway%2Bplaybills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584887424283468546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q7bzbFuSC9s/TYGBhbr2YwI/AAAAAAAABLo/OUSNpv0kS1M/s320/broadway%2Bplaybills.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love musicals.. So any song from any of those I enjoy. Devon &amp;amp; I love singing duets but he usually ends up being the girl. It's weirdly entertaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Other than that I listen to what the radio tells me to listen to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate myself for knowing every word to Pinks "Raise Your Glass." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-1747085001190465310?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/1747085001190465310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=1747085001190465310&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/1747085001190465310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/1747085001190465310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-20.html' title='day 20'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fc1lrNQYDEM/TYGBgqF0xpI/AAAAAAAABLQ/cQ31qHhbu7Y/s72-c/ben%2Bkweller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-8927680303477028550</id><published>2011-03-16T21:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T21:24:33.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>day 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; day 19: something you bought recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584882241089812450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3i574bKEjMY/TYF8zuyLt-I/AAAAAAAABLI/c3rii3PrTgM/s320/little%2Btyke%2Bcoupe%2Bcar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I hate it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dexter absolutely loves the little tike car. Any playroom we've been in where this car is, Dexter will spend the entire time sitting in it. So naturally I ordered one for our own home. I've never hated something so much. I have some choice words for this car but my mom wouldn't be happy with them so I'll keep it to myself. But it's taken me 2 days to put together and I still can't get everything to click in place. The video instructions make it look so easy but that's probably because they got giant men forcing parts in place. I'm a teeny tiny woman. Well an average sized woman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584882236288715138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecuv9UYE8a4/TYF8zc5gyYI/AAAAAAAABK4/bIvD6Tc-9DE/s320/Picture%2B172.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are all the parts that are still incomplete.  Oh yeah that's just Dex grabbing the hammer.  I guess he wanted to take matters into his own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having said that, it's probably the best purchase I have made for Dexter. Even in it's half made state, he loves playing with it. He just brings me the steering wheel every 5 minutes to put it back in the hole because I haven't screwed it in yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584882237175410706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qRADgkiHAmY/TYF8zgM6sBI/AAAAAAAABLA/NTqEkY5qBRM/s320/Picture%2B171.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor babe playing with his half made car and unscrewed wheel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Luckily when Daddy got home from his golf trip he managed to get everything to click within 2 minutes.  I punched and hugged him at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-8927680303477028550?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/8927680303477028550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=8927680303477028550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/8927680303477028550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/8927680303477028550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-19.html' title='day 19'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3i574bKEjMY/TYF8zuyLt-I/AAAAAAAABLI/c3rii3PrTgM/s72-c/little%2Btyke%2Bcoupe%2Bcar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-5809534128190176847</id><published>2011-03-16T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T21:12:12.807-06:00</updated><title type='text'>day 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 18: what makes you different from everyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know if this makes me different but I think it's pretty weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584880617095825218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RfEAwXM5wS4/TYF7VM72B0I/AAAAAAAABKo/VVXZflpJZ4Y/s320/Picture%2B162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My right hand pinky can bend in a complete 90 degree angle. My left hand pinky cannot. No matter how hard I try I just can't get that left pink to lay flat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584880621125565314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0-LmiVLmEtg/TYF7Vb8m-4I/AAAAAAAABKw/w1U1gvUT5Tw/s320/Picture%2B164.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's weird. It's different. It's a fun party trick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&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/3350444642745368663-5809534128190176847?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/5809534128190176847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=5809534128190176847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/5809534128190176847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/5809534128190176847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-18.html' title='day 18'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RfEAwXM5wS4/TYF7VM72B0I/AAAAAAAABKo/VVXZflpJZ4Y/s72-c/Picture%2B162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-6279390700105251660</id><published>2011-03-14T22:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T22:31:26.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>day 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 17: your favorite book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh boy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does US Weekly count?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kid, I kid. Kind of..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'm not the most avid reader but I have been known to pick up the ol' paperback from time to time. The books I actually finish I really like. But if I had to pick a favorite.... Or favorites because, if you haven't noticed, I'm bad at narrowing it down to one thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582699161132269106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xp3CSJVHdaI/TXm7TwMo_jI/AAAAAAAABKg/cOhULrcEBhM/s320/the%2Btime%2Btravelers%2Bwife.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Loved the book. Hated the movie. I thought it was cleverly written. And that's the end of my review because I don't want to mislead people by thinking I'm brilliant at discussing books.. I was in a book club once and I pretty much said "I agree" and "mmhmm" the whole time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582699153640922706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rlD5YzU1GwQ/TXm7TUSkHlI/AAAAAAAABKY/DyASe6VFEOs/s320/one%2Bday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this book because the main characters name is Dexter. But I fell in love with it for so many different reasons. It's British which is just delightful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I basically read books that a. have been turned into movies or b. will be turned into a movie. However, I do not read Twilight. I tried but I don't get it. There I said it. Phew what a relief.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-6279390700105251660?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/6279390700105251660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=6279390700105251660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/6279390700105251660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/6279390700105251660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-17.html' title='day 17'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xp3CSJVHdaI/TXm7TwMo_jI/AAAAAAAABKg/cOhULrcEBhM/s72-c/the%2Btime%2Btravelers%2Bwife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-3545630204750252896</id><published>2011-03-13T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T11:16:05.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>day 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 16: something(s) you're looking forward to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582694449175223762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LhAaPhgoGkI/TXm3BeyiXdI/AAAAAAAABKI/hxMNmtw1kCg/s320/lady%2Bgaga.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;M'lady.. Gaga concert next weekend! I have been anticipating this for months!! Seriously, we bought the tickets 10 months ago. I could have gotten pregnant and had a baby by the time this concert rolled around. But I didn't. I'm too excited about Gaga I can't even think about procreating! Devons not as excited but I keep telling him she is the Madonna of our time. He doesn't seem to care.. But he will be dressing up for the concert by putting some bacon on his head. Oh I love my Lil' Devy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582694444535247602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ibFYigpxsk/TXm3BNgR8vI/AAAAAAAABKA/vDznUdjXpmY/s320/brandon%2Bflowers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going to this guy in Vegas come April. Oh man, listen to what I just came up with. April showers brings Brandon Flowers!! I'm genius. We're going with my SIL Stephanie &amp;amp; BIL Danny for Stephs birthday. It's the best present ever!! So glad I got invited... This will be my 4th time seeing Brandon. And yes I figure 4 times validates a first name basis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the last thing I'm looking forward to doesn't fall under the concert category. Unless you count the nightly talent shows that we will be doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582696327863787266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XewxEGlLz18/TXm4u1cy3wI/AAAAAAAABKQ/HkAE-kaSkx0/s320/Copy%2Bof%2BCopy%2Bof%2BDSC_0269_147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Myrtle Beach in May! We had such an incredible time last year and I think this year is gonna be insane!! Especially since we now have a toddler who can basically run and is obsessed with water. Yeah it may not be super relaxing but I am excited!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-3545630204750252896?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/3545630204750252896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=3545630204750252896&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/3545630204750252896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/3545630204750252896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-16.html' title='day 16'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LhAaPhgoGkI/TXm3BeyiXdI/AAAAAAAABKI/hxMNmtw1kCg/s72-c/lady%2Bgaga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-6919194478404259145</id><published>2011-03-13T11:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T11:14:07.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>day 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 15: your family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hands down I have the best family. Devon married into a great family, I married into a great family. Just greatness all around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the Cailey family..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582687840004507170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UqmigZBE9kk/TXmxAxtchiI/AAAAAAAABJo/2lnrpIGh4UI/s320/madsen%2Bjammies.jpg" /&gt;The Madsens in their Xmas jammies. I love them all so much. I know what you're thinking.. "She has to say that because that's her family." But no, I truly mean it. It's always a fun time when we're all together and I know that I can count on them for anything. Pretty soon there's gonna be a lil girl joining this crowd. Cecily is pregnant with a baby girl and then I'm hoping we get a sequence going where once Ces is done, Ash gets prego, then me, then Chels, and so on and so forth. We need as many Madsen cousins as we can get because they are all awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now to Devons fam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582687838338177282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lcUPYELDD2U/TXmxArgKWQI/AAAAAAAABJg/egVzqOmFf_I/s320/tonks%2Bfam%2Bzions.jpg" /&gt; The Tonks crew at Zions minus Victor because he was taking the picture. Sarah &amp;amp; Darren weren't officially apart of the family yet but we had 2 weddings within 2 months so now it's official! I can't believe 4 outta the 6 kids are married.. And here's a fun fact- In Devons family all the boys have D names and the girls have S names. Amazingly enough with all the spouses in the mix, they've all followed that same pattern. Except Big C here. My bad. I'm happy I've got Alexa and Tysen on my side because I just have a feeling Derek is going to marry a Shandra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6Xxgw5ZSOg/TXmxaXOQtXI/AAAAAAAABJw/JAdiiozyl1U/s1600/Picture%2B049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582688279570986354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6Xxgw5ZSOg/TXmxaXOQtXI/AAAAAAAABJw/JAdiiozyl1U/s320/Picture%2B049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's our little family. The three muskateers. Fearsome threesome. Threes company. Third times a charm. I don't know. It's late and I'm typing just to type..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love our family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-6919194478404259145?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/6919194478404259145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=6919194478404259145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/6919194478404259145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/6919194478404259145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-15.html' title='day 15'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UqmigZBE9kk/TXmxAxtchiI/AAAAAAAABJo/2lnrpIGh4UI/s72-c/madsen%2Bjammies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-770132707951148071</id><published>2011-03-12T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T17:55:39.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 14: your makeup bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here it is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582681699039211650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QzrFFffNt7w/TXmrbU1OcII/AAAAAAAABIo/ZOOxYC03rg8/s320/Picture%2B141.jpg" /&gt;The essentials. This is my everyday makeup bag. I don't use everything at once, that'd be carazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Onto the next pics...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it comes to makeup, I'm a bit of a hoarder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582681703606576786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p_-CwwGJPqM/TXmrbl2K5pI/AAAAAAAABIw/Cct51JB6ngE/s320/Picture%2B142.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My makeup case... This is stuff that I like to have on hand to switch up my everyday makeup. Ya know like different blushes, blue mascara, darker tinted moisturizer when I wanna pretend I'm a real housewife of whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANm2gU5VrMw/TXmsGpnTzwI/AAAAAAAABJI/DWcaGPOEI3k/s1600/Picture%2B145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582682443352362754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANm2gU5VrMw/TXmsGpnTzwI/AAAAAAAABJI/DWcaGPOEI3k/s320/Picture%2B145.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lipstick/gloss/liner/stain drawer... My lips are always fresh to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-op-auHePTgA/TXmsGWZ9f1I/AAAAAAAABJA/4fV0VLqLLVU/s1600/Picture%2B147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582682438196100946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-op-auHePTgA/TXmsGWZ9f1I/AAAAAAAABJA/4fV0VLqLLVU/s320/Picture%2B147.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My eye makeup drawer. I have every Urban Decay shadow palette they have made. Except for the Alice in Wonderland one. Which sucks because that's the one I want the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jRCWBro0DSE/TXmsF7cS0AI/AAAAAAAABI4/g6n09HX-HUs/s1600/Picture%2B149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582682430958129154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jRCWBro0DSE/TXmsF7cS0AI/AAAAAAAABI4/g6n09HX-HUs/s320/Picture%2B149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This drawer is filled with various face makeup. I've got so many Tarte roll on cheek stains I don't know what to do with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank goodness for his and her bathroom drawers. Devon wouldn't have a space for his 20+ colognes if we only had one side. Like I said, we're fresh to death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got a lot of makeup. So what. If there was a day on the 30 post challenge stating what you collect- it would be makeup. Booyah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devy Girl &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/3350444642745368663-770132707951148071?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/770132707951148071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=770132707951148071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/770132707951148071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/770132707951148071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-14.html' title='day 14'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QzrFFffNt7w/TXmrbU1OcII/AAAAAAAABIo/ZOOxYC03rg8/s72-c/Picture%2B141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-7945804602453645342</id><published>2011-03-12T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T17:53:43.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 13: something you're afraid of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am brave. Rollercoasters? Love em. Scary movies? I've seen Ghostbusters like seven times. So, yeah.. I'm pretty much not afraid of anything. Except clowns. I'm not really sure where the fear comes from. My mother says it's because when I was a kid I found a dead clown in the woods. But who knows....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay that's not really me. That's a quote from Modern Family. Classic Phil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582598774780886610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-exfxNCDyF2s/TXlgAf5YflI/AAAAAAAABIY/fCniaYfALrQ/s320/phil%2Band%2Bfizbo.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is from the Fizbo episode. Cameron dresses like a clown and leaves Phil terrified.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I totally get it. Clowns are scary. And I believe I have this movie to thank for my fear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582598777429797826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ij9lZgp-94Q/TXlgApw7q8I/AAAAAAAABIg/MZ7XUdnUlFM/s320/clown%2Bit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My dad is a huge Stephen King fan so naturally I was exposed to this show at a young age. I hate clowns. They suck. Especially when they turn into giant spiders. That was a spoiler alert, I think. It's been a while since I've seen that movie on account of me being scared of clowns.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Other than that I'm pretty fearless. Lie. I'm scared of many things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-7945804602453645342?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/7945804602453645342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=7945804602453645342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/7945804602453645342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/7945804602453645342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-13.html' title='day 13'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-exfxNCDyF2s/TXlgAf5YflI/AAAAAAAABIY/fCniaYfALrQ/s72-c/phil%2Band%2Bfizbo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-5621739294979961889</id><published>2011-03-11T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T10:29:38.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 12: photo of you taken ten years ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what? I found my external hard drive! I don't want to tell you where it was because I searched my parents house high and low only to realize it was plugged into my mothers computer the whole time. Oh man... Luckily their house is already torn apart (house flooded, have to remodeled everything!) so I didn't do too much damage. The important thing is I found it! I also put all my moms pics on my hard drive so it is overloaded. And I figured out how to use the scanner on our 4-in-1 printer so yeah... I've got a lot of pictures. Here's a few of me taken ten or so years ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581567155110806482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DvNpwZCLeMg/TXW1wVJeA9I/AAAAAAAABHo/wKRPhGKoSV8/s320/cailey%2Bladybug%2Bshirt.jpg" /&gt;I'm guessing I was age 4. I'm knowing I was adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581567165109901186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nq1doh6dzR8/TXW1w6ZcF4I/AAAAAAAABIA/AiDVgLS9TrM/s320/sandy%2Bswimsuit%2Bcailey.jpg" /&gt;Newport Beach. Never really minded the sand back then. Now I usually just stand on a towel so none of it gets on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qlZUC_sUj9Y/TXW2hNIARUI/AAAAAAAABIQ/p5dcrTCIjdY/s1600/photo%2Bbooth%2Bpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581567994770769218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qlZUC_sUj9Y/TXW2hNIARUI/AAAAAAAABIQ/p5dcrTCIjdY/s320/photo%2Bbooth%2Bpic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of Daddys girls! How cute is that?!? My dad had a rockin mustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581567158527126786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GfcEzS37bQc/TXW1wh3-7QI/AAAAAAAABHw/pA1fdrGyVOQ/s320/mall%2Bmadness%2Bcailey.jpg" /&gt;Mall madness!!! That's one of my top 5 best presents ever! Friends DVD set is of course on that list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581567162449828530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TIPmkzkvWo8/TXW1wwfOmrI/AAAAAAAABH4/DdNqBJO09Ok/s320/norway%2Bcailey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just getting into my Norweigan roots. Okay so I'm not really from Norway but my dad served a mission there so I basically am. I love Norway. They have the best mayo, hot cocoa, and comforters ever. Mark my words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I've just got to get all of Devons baby pics scanned and loaded onto the hard drive. You're about to see so many posts titled "which one of us does Dexter look like the most?" For fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;P.S.  I realized I've missed a few days on the challenge which is why I'm just gonna do 2 posts a day til I feel caught up.  So if you didn't catch day 11 then keep scrolling down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh and sign up for Ebates because I want an ipad.  And it's pretty cool.  You get cash back for shopping.  Makes husband happy.  Well happier then me just spending all our money with nothing to show but new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-5621739294979961889?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/5621739294979961889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=5621739294979961889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/5621739294979961889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/5621739294979961889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-12.html' title='day 12'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DvNpwZCLeMg/TXW1wVJeA9I/AAAAAAAABHo/wKRPhGKoSV8/s72-c/cailey%2Bladybug%2Bshirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-632446810270710494</id><published>2011-03-11T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T10:26:20.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 11: favorite tv shows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first and foremost...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581555373299055858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cUPNm4s9arM/TXWrCiepvPI/AAAAAAAABHA/AGHfCzAL4CM/s320/friends%2Bin%2Bframe.jpg" /&gt;Friends! Did you have any idea?? I pretty much quote it in every single blog post. How you doin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581555365551829874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--WBFSw8VyAI/TXWrCFnkc3I/AAAAAAAABG4/vv26GvwJu0k/s320/friends%2Bbathtub.jpg" /&gt;I was 7 when this show first aired but I dunno... I guess I'm just super mature because I don't remember a time when I didn't love Friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581555367076888642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ueLE6hhb8Rs/TXWrCLTLAEI/AAAAAAAABGw/_vih9UngWco/s320/100_0129a.JPG" /&gt;Best christmas present ever!! If our house was to ever catch on fire, I'd make sure Devs and Dex were out first then I'd run back in to get my other babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before I had the DVDs I actually recorded every episode on VHS (what's that right?!) and I had a little guide that I made so I knew which tape had which episodes. Some of them usually had the first ten minutes of Wheel of Fortune because I had to go to dance or something like that. Thank heaven for TiVo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some other favs: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kVVK16Y0nyo/TXWrK1ol6iI/AAAAAAAABHg/wBLehuL9jGY/s1600/the%2Boffice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581555515879975458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kVVK16Y0nyo/TXWrK1ol6iI/AAAAAAAABHg/wBLehuL9jGY/s320/the%2Boffice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Office. It was great, then good, then okay, and now I think it's getting great again. But it'll probably be okay once Steve Carrell is gone. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3MwdyYtLwCE/TXWrKuKPsFI/AAAAAAAABHY/iFtnopfZe_s/s1600/parks%2Band%2Brec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581555513873641554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3MwdyYtLwCE/TXWrKuKPsFI/AAAAAAAABHY/iFtnopfZe_s/s320/parks%2Band%2Brec.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new office! Parks and Recreation. It is &lt;em&gt;literally&lt;/em&gt; one of the most hilarious shows on air right now. And if you've seen it, I hope you're chuckling at my use of the word &lt;em&gt;literally. &lt;/em&gt;Oh Rob Lowe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sjPxJIAI2_Y/TXWrKRxa_3I/AAAAAAAABHQ/LL1k4Ke6dEo/s1600/modern%2Bfamily%2Bin%2Bmud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581555506253332338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sjPxJIAI2_Y/TXWrKRxa_3I/AAAAAAAABHQ/LL1k4Ke6dEo/s320/modern%2Bfamily%2Bin%2Bmud.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Modern Family. Am I right? It's one of those shows where ya go HAHA, wha?, LOL, hmmm, sob&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VXmDOQ38lVE/TXWrC_vZuRI/AAAAAAAABHI/wpsusVtXW8M/s1600/how%2Bi%2Bmet%2Byour%2Bmother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581555381153937682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VXmDOQ38lVE/TXWrC_vZuRI/AAAAAAAABHI/wpsusVtXW8M/s320/how%2Bi%2Bmet%2Byour%2Bmother.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And HIMYM! I love me some NPH. If you've never seen this show because it's on CBS well then you are missing out. I was hesitant at first for the same reason but I'm in love. And if you can't give your time to this show, then please just watch the "slapbet" episode. I think it's one of the greatest episodes of anything ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite shows. All comedies. I dig humor. I'm embarassed to say that there are so many other shows that I watch weekly but I think it's probably a bit pathetic to make a 2 page post just dedicated to television shows. Maybe instead of doing an interior design/fashion/workout blog I'll dedicated my new blog to television. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devy Girl&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/3350444642745368663-632446810270710494?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/632446810270710494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=632446810270710494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/632446810270710494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/632446810270710494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-11.html' title='day 11'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cUPNm4s9arM/TXWrCiepvPI/AAAAAAAABHA/AGHfCzAL4CM/s72-c/friends%2Bin%2Bframe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-3872914191222244415</id><published>2011-03-04T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T17:38:56.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 10: a person(s) you love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's this guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580076462655976082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HeLwG2dmQnA/TXBp-nAgspI/AAAAAAAABGY/zY04nxYWfdE/s320/Picture%2B028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Lil' Devy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580076466084826242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H_y1p--IgWU/TXBp-zyAzII/AAAAAAAABGg/BzKSaCnQZn0/s320/Picture%2B049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My boogaloo Dexter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahh I can't write this post without crying! But I will try. Or I won't... You guys can't see me so how do you know if I'm crying. I'll tell you, I'm sobbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580078379098275618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zGL97k0zIg4/TXBruKT9fyI/AAAAAAAABGo/UkNWfSCgCw0/s320/Picture%2B133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life with these two is truly amazing. I really married my best friend. Granted I've only known him about five years but he just gets me and I him. He also is the best father in the world to my other love Dexter. Dex has been such a joy in our lives and I love how much he loves his daddy. Everytime he hears the garage door open he gasps, runs downstairs (sorta-he's still learning how to run), and jumps in Devons arms (not really jumps, he thinks he knows how to do that but he hilariously does not). I love them both so much and love each day with them!  For instance, right now they are both yelling Dexters name into a cup and just cracking up.  Ahh love them so much.  And yeah, my baby can say his name.  He's genius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(with this post it's pretty obvious that Devon didn't write it and hope that's the case in all posts. Someone once told me that my husband was so funny with his blog posts but it's actually not him writing them. I just love having this as my signature. And if you really thought Devon wrote these and are now upset that the mystery has been revealed- then I was JKing with you. Haha.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-3872914191222244415?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/3872914191222244415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=3872914191222244415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/3872914191222244415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/3872914191222244415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-10.html' title='day 10'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HeLwG2dmQnA/TXBp-nAgspI/AAAAAAAABGY/zY04nxYWfdE/s72-c/Picture%2B028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-6319984402250837469</id><published>2011-03-03T20:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:24:20.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 9: a place you love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fSymqM9vQ24/TXBmlQ8O5HI/AAAAAAAABGQ/0DyqO3MV9HU/s1600/i%2Bheart%2Bnyc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580072728700839026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fSymqM9vQ24/TXBmlQ8O5HI/AAAAAAAABGQ/0DyqO3MV9HU/s320/i%2Bheart%2Bnyc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New York!!  It's been said that NYC is the concrete jungle where dreams are made of.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So.... yeah... It's pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580072526813225442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eBGEEzjpOcA/TXBmZg2eYeI/AAAAAAAABF4/z5Vxhn9ScTM/s320/times%2Bsquare.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously love New York so much.  I've been there like 10 times..  Which to me is alot.  And I'm never sick of it.  Sadly I haven't been since being married.  But I hope to go back soon.  I've really been excited about that musical the guys from South Park are doing.  Not really.  But I would like to take in a showing of Spiderman if the actors aren't all injured....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0LhgSJ9OzvM/TXBmaBhDNUI/AAAAAAAABGI/rhSWVltWEZM/s1600/h%2526m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580072535581734210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0LhgSJ9OzvM/TXBmaBhDNUI/AAAAAAAABGI/rhSWVltWEZM/s320/h%2526m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh H&amp;amp;M and the flatiron building.  H&amp;amp;Ms in NYC are the best ones.  And that building is shaped like a triangle!  What's not to love?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my favorite place in the world.  And I would have shown you pictures of my many visits there but ya know, my hard drive is missing.  I'm still up in arms about it (that's a saying right?).  There are so many fond memories I have of New York.  One that really stands out in my mind is when my parents and I were watching the Macys Thanksgiving Day parade and saw Conan O'Brien.  My Dad and I chased him for like 15 blocks.  We couldn't catch up.  He's got long legs so naturally he can walk faster then we can run.  Go Team Coco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devy Girl &lt;br /&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/3350444642745368663-6319984402250837469?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/6319984402250837469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=6319984402250837469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/6319984402250837469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/6319984402250837469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-9.html' title='day 9'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fSymqM9vQ24/TXBmlQ8O5HI/AAAAAAAABGQ/0DyqO3MV9HU/s72-c/i%2Bheart%2Bnyc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-5928339543058711062</id><published>2011-03-02T22:43:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T23:13:20.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 8: a hobby of yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dunno I dunno....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have so many it's so hard to choose from..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to dance and sometimes I do high kicks in the kitchen which freak Devon out but make Dexter LOL so does it still count??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've also become a bit of a seamstress. I made Dexter some new bedding and I'm pretty proud of myself. Who cares if the bedskirt is a little uneven right?! I even concoted my own academy award costume for Cessys Oscar party and I won a prize!!! It was Super Mario Bros on DVD and I was tha-rilled!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579731698983907234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4lqSc11Xh50/TW8wauPsL6I/AAAAAAAABFw/-Lw7ySNNzZw/s320/Picture%2B131.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; My sewing skills put to good use!  As you can see I took a black dress and a red shirt and sewed them together.  I was half James Franco from 127 hours and half Hailee Steinfield from True Grit.  Don't judge me too hard but I had to take advantage of the fact that there were 2 best pictures where the main characters lose their arms in the end.  Devon decided to go as Mark Zuckerberg from The Social Network.  We even attempted to perm his hair.  Beautiful right?  And lil Dex decided (was forced) to come as Mark Wahlbergs character in The Fighter.  You know, he's the one who fights... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Other than that I just enjoy hanging out with the fam mostly. They're awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But what's not awesome is my current hobby. And that's being sad. Har sad emoticon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ya see a while back my computer was running out of memory so we got an external hard drive to put my thousands of pictures on and now.... It's nowhere to be found! I've looked through this entire house and nothing! Waaah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I'm not super computer tech savvy so does anybody know if hard drives have tracking devices in them? If not, then they should. Especially if they are the external ones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway. That's day 8. Walah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-5928339543058711062?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/5928339543058711062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=5928339543058711062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/5928339543058711062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/5928339543058711062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-8.html' title='day 8'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4lqSc11Xh50/TW8wauPsL6I/AAAAAAAABFw/-Lw7ySNNzZw/s72-c/Picture%2B131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-6868334322263082578</id><published>2011-03-01T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T09:48:35.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 7: an animal you'd love to keep as a pet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know, I know.. I think I'm supposed to put that I'd want to keep an elephant or a camel but I couldn't resist. This is the only pet I have ever wanted and truly the only one I would really allow to live with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prepare to be overloaded with cuteness!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577126853140083522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P37QQDFCuzM/TWXvUvS080I/AAAAAAAABE4/vkytVFnbUNs/s320/cute%2Bbulldog.jpg" /&gt;Am I right?!? Bulldogs!! They are the sweetest lil things to ever walk this earth. Besides my baby and other babies I know. But right?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577126857177393522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lclqedUbOq8/TWXvU-VZaXI/AAAAAAAABFA/gzf_wWrFFQ4/s320/fat%2Bbulldog.jpg" /&gt;I don't know what it is about them.. Yes I do. They're adorable! And just so fat!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NHiQlQCTD0k/TWXvVJbwqXI/AAAAAAAABFI/GpaWuUskbOw/s1600/two%2Bbulldogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577126860156873074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NHiQlQCTD0k/TWXvVJbwqXI/AAAAAAAABFI/GpaWuUskbOw/s320/two%2Bbulldogs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bwaaah. What's cuter than a bulldog? TWO BULLDOGS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously, if ever you come across an ad for an English Bulldog for sale (not French, they're too skinny and weird) then send it my way! I've even had a name picked out for years because I am determined to own one someday. The name is also from my fav tv show, but once again... that's not until day 11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've just gotta get Dexter to pose with one and then your hearts would all explode because of all the chunk and cute!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-6868334322263082578?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/6868334322263082578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=6868334322263082578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/6868334322263082578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/6868334322263082578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-7.html' title='day 7'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P37QQDFCuzM/TWXvUvS080I/AAAAAAAABE4/vkytVFnbUNs/s72-c/cute%2Bbulldog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-7121456268805017798</id><published>2011-02-28T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T17:57:54.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 6: your celebrity crush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's this guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577121656726315426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ixStpoUrz8/TWXqmRJPYaI/AAAAAAAABEg/OeIwxpdChmM/s320/Andrew%2BGarfield.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You don't know who Andrew Garfield is?!? What?! That's okay. I didn't know who he was until I saw the facebook movie. Thank you Mark Zuckerberg. Yeah I might have had ulterior motives when I gave this Details magazine to my hubby for valentines day. I don't think he got a chance to read it before I cut out all his pictures. But I keep telling Devy it's because of his hair! And if you've met my hubby, you know that I'm big on big hair. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577122470607643026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ah1PJNO-mKs/TWXrVpFq4ZI/AAAAAAAABEw/HDm06yMEBp4/s320/Andrew%2BGarfield%2BSpiderman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So Andy is gonna be the next Spiderman. And I love me some Spiderman. Well I liked the 1st movie... Nonetheless I am excited!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And my celebrity crush if I were a boy.. Although I've never really been so secret about this one even though I'm a girl. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7XCZ10N3t0k/TWXqmYYUPhI/AAAAAAAABEo/alvmYyLrXpM/s1600/Jennifer%2BAniston.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577121658668596754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7XCZ10N3t0k/TWXqmYYUPhI/AAAAAAAABEo/alvmYyLrXpM/s320/Jennifer%2BAniston.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Aniston forever! She got her haircut so I'm gonna have to make an appointment with my hairstylist. Yes I was one of those girls who just had to get "The Rachel." Yes I was also 7 years old. Like I said, Team Aniston forever!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-7121456268805017798?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/7121456268805017798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=7121456268805017798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/7121456268805017798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/7121456268805017798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-6.html' title='day 6'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ixStpoUrz8/TWXqmRJPYaI/AAAAAAAABEg/OeIwxpdChmM/s72-c/Andrew%2BGarfield.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-6562494064678171242</id><published>2011-02-27T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T12:17:42.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 5: your parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EfB6Tt-u5aQ/TVdro7cpysI/AAAAAAAABEY/VTn2-MxUkHY/s1600/parents.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573041414791088834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EfB6Tt-u5aQ/TVdro7cpysI/AAAAAAAABEY/VTn2-MxUkHY/s320/parents.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ted &amp;amp; Linda Madsen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or as I used to try and convince all my friends, Theodore and Gwendalinda Madsen. Some believed me. Most didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My parents are amazing. They are the most caring, selfless, generous, loving, wonderful people I know. The badonkatonkas had the pleasure of living with them over the summer and a bit into winter, which we did not plan, but my parents were more than okay with it. Currently the thing I love most about them (it changes a lot because there is so much to love) is how much Dexter loves them and vice versa. My mom has been so helpful to watch Dexter when I have to go into work and he always comes home with so many new tricks. My mom is so much better than baby einstein. I mean how many one year olds know not only where their eyes are but how to say it. And my dad is truly Dexters best friend. When we were living there, everytime Dex heard the garage open he'd run over to the door, lay down, and try to get the first glimpse of gramps thru the crack. Adorable right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My parents are awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-6562494064678171242?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/6562494064678171242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=6562494064678171242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/6562494064678171242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/6562494064678171242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-5.html' title='day 5'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EfB6Tt-u5aQ/TVdro7cpysI/AAAAAAAABEY/VTn2-MxUkHY/s72-c/parents.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-2579964320333797861</id><published>2011-02-26T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T10:02:37.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 4: meaning behind your blog name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd have to thank my friend Autumn for the origin of my blog name. When I got engaged my friends and I of course had to always address me as my soon to be married name, Cailey Tonks. Whenever I mentioned my last name, my friend Autumn would mention how it's like the big booties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Wha? What are you talking about silly Autumn?" I would say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You know, like a badonkatonk. Like, that there girl has got a mighty fine badonkatonk." She'd reply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'd be all, "you crazy girl and I'm pretty sure it's badonkadonk as in honky-donk badonka donk."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then she'd say "no it's badonkatonk."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thus, badonkatonkas.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-2579964320333797861?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2579964320333797861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=2579964320333797861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/2579964320333797861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/2579964320333797861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-4.html' title='day 4'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-8586254657595537905</id><published>2011-02-25T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T13:45:43.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 3: pet peeves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r24sGnrY01I/TVdl6QDP49I/AAAAAAAABEQ/kiG654P9spA/s1600/pet%2Bpeeves.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573035115309687762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r24sGnrY01I/TVdl6QDP49I/AAAAAAAABEQ/kiG654P9spA/s200/pet%2Bpeeves.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no pictures so use your imaginations. If you're anything like me you will totally get ticked off at your imagination for thinking of these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pet peeve 1- Cyclists who think they are cars and then when it's convenient go back to being a bike rider. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They get up all in your driving business, you have to sit and wait for them, try to figure out a way to get around them and it bugs. Then us cars are all waiting at the red light and the cyclist is like "oh I'll just mosey on over to the sidewalk here and keep riding on." One of these days I will push one over so be warned if you like bike riding next to cars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pet peeve 2- People who crowd around the shopping rack that I was clearly at first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously, wait your turn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pet peeve 3- Chewing loudly or with your mouth open. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's awful and my poor husband can't ever enjoy a meal because I constantly ask him if he's chewing bolts. He's not even that loud of a chewer, I am just so very grossed out by chewing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those are my top 3. So you may not ever want to chew, shop, or bike really really close to me. I will destroy you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-8586254657595537905?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/8586254657595537905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=8586254657595537905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/8586254657595537905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/8586254657595537905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-3.html' title='day 3'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r24sGnrY01I/TVdl6QDP49I/AAAAAAAABEQ/kiG654P9spA/s72-c/pet%2Bpeeves.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-7653100296734806184</id><published>2011-02-24T19:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T19:33:46.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 2: your favorite movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can I have like 5 favs? Please, please.....Like 10? 50 favorites movies?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay I'll just narrow it down to the fav movies in my fav genre. Don't judge. But you probably should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573030703274908402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--4MKvHrBzDY/TVdh5b8L2vI/AAAAAAAABDo/B-irfvHki9Q/s200/From%2BJustin%2Bto%2BKelly.jpg" /&gt;Yes I love From Justin to Kelly. You don't?!? I'm still very upset that they never put out a soundtrack. I even signed a petition. So what!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aVTN83w5LbY/TVdh6Z8iwXI/AAAAAAAABEI/aYNJvUzUsu8/s1600/mean%2Bgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573030706426763826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HM9fHblbSGs/TVdh5nrpWjI/AAAAAAAABDw/gvqWIbvlRGA/s200/Chicago.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another favorite musical. Chicago! I worked at megaplex theaters for a week and was required to put my favorite movie on my nametag so I put this. You wouldn't believe how many times I got asked if I was from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573030706959102306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1B3MQFb3vRU/TVdh5pqkMWI/AAAAAAAABD4/Rc9iW-ZFPR4/s200/Dirty%2BDancing.jpg" /&gt;Crazy for Swayze. I know it's not technically a "musical" but it's got dancing and it's dirty. What's not to love? Nobody puts baby in a corner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573030713996877058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VdxLJI4PKVg/TVdh6D4gHQI/AAAAAAAABEA/M5KAokdAGfE/s200/Grease.jpg" /&gt;This is from the beloved 1978 classic Grease. I watched this on a loop for 3 months straight and I plan to do it again if I can get Dex on board. But the only things he cares about are Ellen and DJ Lance Rock..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573030719919407474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aVTN83w5LbY/TVdh6Z8iwXI/AAAAAAAABEI/aYNJvUzUsu8/s200/mean%2Bgirls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a musical but I find myself quoting this movie at least 3 times a day. 4 for you Glen Coco. You go Glen Coco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My favorite movie(s).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-7653100296734806184?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/7653100296734806184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=7653100296734806184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/7653100296734806184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/7653100296734806184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-2.html' title='day 2'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--4MKvHrBzDY/TVdh5b8L2vI/AAAAAAAABDo/B-irfvHki9Q/s72-c/From%2BJustin%2Bto%2BKelly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-2510988863074329418</id><published>2011-02-23T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T22:57:56.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 day shred day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I've seen this on multiple blogs and I thought I'd give it a try... The badonkatonkas are doing the 30 day blog challenge!! Whoop. Of course I modified it a bit. For instance the first day required you to state 15 interesting facts about you and I changed it to 5. I hope&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I can think of that many!! That being said, this is obviously going to be monumental... Here's the list of things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 1: recent picture of yourself and 5 interesting facts about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 2: your favorite movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 3: pet peeves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 4: meaning behind your blog name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 5: your parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 6: your celebrity crush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 7: an animal you'd love to keep as a pet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 8: a hobby of yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 9: a place you love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 10: a person you love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 11: favorite tv shows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 12: photo of you taken ten years ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 13: something you're afraid of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 14: your makeup bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 15: your family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 16: something you're looking forward to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 17: favorite book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 18: what makes you different from everyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 19: something you bought recently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 20: favorite song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 21: your friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 22: a place you've traveled to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 23: favorite recipe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 24: favorite photo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 25: plans/dreams/goals you have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 26: a habit you wish you didn't have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 27: a picture of you last year and a picture of you now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 28: something that stresses you out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 29: put your ipod on shuffle, what are the first ten songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 30: photo of yourself today + three good things that have happened in the past 30 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so it begins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 1: recent picture of yourself and 5 interesting facts about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8vbneXlQbuk/TVbpGZQibaI/AAAAAAAABDg/7AXpL1RHXIY/s1600/Picture%2B035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572897884986305954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8vbneXlQbuk/TVbpGZQibaI/AAAAAAAABDg/7AXpL1RHXIY/s320/Picture%2B035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me and my awesome son Dexter. Look at that faux hawk! Isn't he just lovely?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*5 facts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. I can only eat tic tacs in even numbers. Just kidding. That's a quote from one of my fav tv shows, but you'll just have to wait til day 11 to find out which one. But truthfully when I turn up the volume on my tv it has to be on an even number. Odd ones scare me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. I am really good at guitar hero. Too bad it's being discontinued.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. I loathe the "pregnant man". I mean he's not technically a man so I don't think it's appropriate for the he/she to pose topless for People magazine. It's ridiculous. I could be pregnant with a mustache too but ya don't see me going on Barbara Walters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Speaking of People magazine... I'm addicted to magazines. US, People, Entertainment, Glamour, Instyle, Real Simple... Yep I'm a subscriber to all. I don't know what's going on with the presidents health care issue but I can tell you that his wife loves to shop at J.Crew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. I can sing the national anthem with my mouth shut. I should be on Ellen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright day 1 down. Here's hoping we see a post for day 2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-2510988863074329418?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2510988863074329418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=2510988863074329418&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/2510988863074329418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/2510988863074329418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/02/30-day-shred-day-1.html' title='30 day shred day 1'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8vbneXlQbuk/TVbpGZQibaI/AAAAAAAABDg/7AXpL1RHXIY/s72-c/Picture%2B035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-1649948623718050344</id><published>2011-02-14T09:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T10:08:55.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY VALENTIMES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To all you lovahs out there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a few videos for your valentine day enjoyment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yes I still don't know how to put videos on the blog so you'll just have to click on the link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/126482/saturday-night-live-update-garth-and-kat"&gt;http://www.hulu.com/watch/126482/saturday-night-live-update-garth-and-kat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and one more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/215175/saturday-night-live-weekend-update-stefon"&gt;http://www.hulu.com/watch/215175/saturday-night-live-weekend-update-stefon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hubby please take note.  Because all I want for Vday is a human suitcase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S.  A smorgasbord of posts are coming soon.  But most likely not this week because the badonkatonks are going on vacay!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S.S.  If anybody has some good tips for traveling on an airplane with a one year old I'd really appreciate.  I'm terrified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-1649948623718050344?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/1649948623718050344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=1649948623718050344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/1649948623718050344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/1649948623718050344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentimes.html' title='HAPPY VALENTIMES!!!'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-2037064607199126623</id><published>2011-02-04T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T10:09:48.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brobee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This kid loves his Brobee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569882233384176274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TUwyYXmfipI/AAAAAAAABDI/nL5wZqMgIGE/s320/Picture%2B010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569882238034557346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TUwyYo7OuaI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TrVfD8HJOAg/s320/Picture%2B012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TUwyZCRpfMI/AAAAAAAABDY/vnws_8G6Ngg/s1600/Picture%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569882244839472322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TUwyZCRpfMI/AAAAAAAABDY/vnws_8G6Ngg/s320/Picture%2B016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never goes to sleep without him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Devy Girl&lt;br /&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/3350444642745368663-2037064607199126623?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2037064607199126623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=2037064607199126623&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/2037064607199126623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/2037064607199126623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/02/brobee.html' title='Brobee'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TUwyYXmfipI/AAAAAAAABDI/nL5wZqMgIGE/s72-c/Picture%2B010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-2654813768021909316</id><published>2011-02-04T09:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T10:03:59.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubie Boobie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you may have seen from my sister Chelsheas blog..  It's Rubies birthday!  But I didn't want her being the favorite aunt so I quickly swooped in.  Plus I've got the most j'adorable pic of Rubs &amp;amp; Dex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TUwwzr3Wn4I/AAAAAAAABDA/U0prmrjpnt8/s1600/Picture%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569880503656816514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TUwwzr3Wn4I/AAAAAAAABDA/U0prmrjpnt8/s320/Picture%2B009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am I right?!?  They used to be roomies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday Rubie!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-2654813768021909316?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2654813768021909316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=2654813768021909316&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/2654813768021909316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/2654813768021909316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/02/rubie-boobie.html' title='Rubie Boobie'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TUwwzr3Wn4I/AAAAAAAABDA/U0prmrjpnt8/s72-c/Picture%2B009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-3089969239679974690</id><published>2011-01-01T15:24:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:14:06.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Merry Christmas New Year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well we had quite a lovely holiday season. We got an extra big gift that came a little early for Christmas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A house!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSD5BEwQYzI/AAAAAAAABC0/V0Iwn0WTo_Y/s1600/Picture%2B507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557715737026519858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSD5BEwQYzI/AAAAAAAABC0/V0Iwn0WTo_Y/s320/Picture%2B507.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made an offer in July, thought we got it in August, we didn't, then thought we'd be moving in by Halloween, we didn't, for sure we were in by Thanksgiving, we weren't, but lo and behold we moved in a week before Christmas! Home sweet home!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSD5Aoq96NI/AAAAAAAABCs/JO9QWwrSowE/s1600/Picture%2B133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557715729488144594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSD5Aoq96NI/AAAAAAAABCs/JO9QWwrSowE/s320/Picture%2B133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our very first meal at our new daybreak home. The RC Willey guys couldn't get our sectional downstairs so we just had 4 couches on the main floor. Devon &amp;amp; I got them down in like 10 minutes. Those RC Willey guys are really big liars. I didn't even need to wear a back brace thingy or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSD5ANXj3ZI/AAAAAAAABCk/tSQ9-tNs2aU/s1600/Picture%2B136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557715722158988690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSD5ANXj3ZI/AAAAAAAABCk/tSQ9-tNs2aU/s320/Picture%2B136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy &amp;amp; Dexter just brushing their teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557714422651278162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSD30kUx01I/AAAAAAAABCU/zeH5exauMVA/s320/Picture%2B141.jpg" /&gt;Look away Matt Damon, co-founder of water.org, because this is Dexters favorite thing to do in the house. Just turn the water on and off and sometimes try and put things under the running faucet. Like mommys phone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSD4_3tREeI/AAAAAAAABCc/kAJniVzG3G8/s1600/Picture%2B139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557715716344451554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSD4_3tREeI/AAAAAAAABCc/kAJniVzG3G8/s320/Picture%2B139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But how can you stay mad at him with a face like that?!? Precious. Like Gaborey Sidabee but more preciouser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSD30IorqMI/AAAAAAAABCM/w8JpPt9SsOo/s1600/Picture%2B149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557714415218567362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSD30IorqMI/AAAAAAAABCM/w8JpPt9SsOo/s320/Picture%2B149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The badonkatonkas wish you a Merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's not the end of the post. Not even close. We had our annual Christmas Eve dinner at the Madsen household. It was de-wait for it-lightful. Delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSD3zdSmZVI/AAAAAAAABCE/QsIvblaUN78/s1600/Picture%2B152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557714403583223122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSD3zdSmZVI/AAAAAAAABCE/QsIvblaUN78/s320/Picture%2B152.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle Cam holding Dexter up by his belt loops. He had already been doing this for five minutes and then I finally got the camera and made him do it for ten minutes more. Obviously Dexter really enjoyed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSD3y_h8CoI/AAAAAAAABB8/L_3Ygzq4KTU/s1600/Picture%2B156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557714395594492546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSD3y_h8CoI/AAAAAAAABB8/L_3Ygzq4KTU/s320/Picture%2B156.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dexter &amp;amp; Daddy opening up presents from MamaTah &amp;amp; PapaTah. That's Grandma Utah &amp;amp; Grandpa Utah in case you didn't understand. I think for once my mother would like a granny nickname that is somewhat her own instead of all the kids just saying Grandpa*insert name of other grandma here* to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSD2oU-_3PI/AAAAAAAABB0/snz0cJW7o1w/s1600/Picture%2B157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557713112863333618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSD2oU-_3PI/AAAAAAAABB0/snz0cJW7o1w/s320/Picture%2B157.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dexter got a singamajig!! I don't think he quite gets the appeal yet but I sure do! When I'm picking up all his toys at the end of the day, I usually find this on the ground and end up pushing his tummy for a good ten minutes. I mean he sings 'My Sweet Clementine'! What's not to love?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSD2nwb_ZpI/AAAAAAAABBs/7RQmWq4CpPo/s1600/Picture%2B162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557713103052826258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSD2nwb_ZpI/AAAAAAAABBs/7RQmWq4CpPo/s320/Picture%2B162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dexter giving Sullivan some love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSD2nKOA3XI/AAAAAAAABBk/CtZ008zgziw/s1600/Picture%2B171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557713092793654642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSD2nKOA3XI/AAAAAAAABBk/CtZ008zgziw/s320/Picture%2B171.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom &amp;amp; dad both got Comedy Scene It! What are the odds?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSD2mSTRKGI/AAAAAAAABBc/fcSnpZg6S40/s1600/Picture%2B173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557713077783308386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSD2mSTRKGI/AAAAAAAABBc/fcSnpZg6S40/s320/Picture%2B173.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom got something else that was a little-a lot more awesome than Comedy Scene It. A brand new car!! It is amazing. It has all the features you could imagine. But does it have a sun roof?? Uh try two!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSDX4ZT7SWI/AAAAAAAABBU/SX9_B-ggolE/s1600/Picture%2B174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557679304042301794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSDX4ZT7SWI/AAAAAAAABBU/SX9_B-ggolE/s320/Picture%2B174.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas morning at the badonkatonks house. This is mommy &amp;amp; Dexter turning the corner to see that Santa came! Dexter kept closing his eyes and shaking his head as if to say 'I can't believe what I'm seeing!!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSDX34nGhWI/AAAAAAAABBM/4W1dR2NGkGQ/s1600/Picture%2B183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557679295264359778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSDX34nGhWI/AAAAAAAABBM/4W1dR2NGkGQ/s320/Picture%2B183.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Opening presents. Dexter got some new jammies and a brand new HANGER! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSDX3TGJkRI/AAAAAAAABBE/-beE7nAWPKM/s1600/Picture%2B186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557679285194035474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSDX3TGJkRI/AAAAAAAABBE/-beE7nAWPKM/s320/Picture%2B186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Devon has been wanting a gun ever since I met him. I finally gave in and got him two. But they are in the form of cufflinks. I did get him a gift cert for a concealed weapons learning class. I feel that if he learns a little bit more about guns in real life as opposed to Call of Duty life then that would put me more at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSDX2z1-9SI/AAAAAAAABA8/PJ6hWQuDngc/s1600/Picture%2B188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557679276804732194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSDX2z1-9SI/AAAAAAAABA8/PJ6hWQuDngc/s320/Picture%2B188.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tools!!! Being in our new house, they actually have been put to great use. Even when no use of them is required. Like using a wrench to open up a drawer. Devon was just really excited about his new tools.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR-rTZg97VI/AAAAAAAABAc/wbvbZHZraDo/s1600/Picture%2B189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557348814953508178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR-rTZg97VI/AAAAAAAABAc/wbvbZHZraDo/s320/Picture%2B189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Devon &amp;amp; Dexter on New Years Eve. We invited all our family over for Nacho New Year! We made spaghetti. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR-rSx_Gz0I/AAAAAAAABAU/6C2WvsakMZo/s1600/Picture%2B192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557348804342501186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR-rSx_Gz0I/AAAAAAAABAU/6C2WvsakMZo/s320/Picture%2B192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Smiths brought over an awesome game where you JUST DANCE! I fell in love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR-rSWXn_1I/AAAAAAAABAM/fBIvu6wNih0/s1600/Picture%2B196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557348796929146706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR-rSWXn_1I/AAAAAAAABAM/fBIvu6wNih0/s320/Picture%2B196.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls doing some Beyonce. Why yes they are doing full body rolls. Make it Be-ounce Beyonce!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that is our holiday season in a nutshell. As you can tell, it was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note... My uber talented BIL Derek is in the process of making this amazing monster for a school project/screenplay/to have a super cool monster and he is looking for people to back his project on this &lt;a href="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/901324798/oh-the-monster-ill-make"&gt;website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depending on the amount you donate, you get something cool in return like a 3d key chain or a tshirt or signed picture (which guarantee will be worth a lot someday- he's THAT good). I really wanted the full sized hollow head of the creature so I can just wear it around... But Devon won't let me donate 700 bucks on account of we just bought a new house. Lame!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and on yet another note.... If anyone wants to donate to help me get that xbox kinect so I can have that JUST DANCE game in my home I would really appreciate it. You wouldn't get any rewards. Maybe a video of me showing off my sweet dance skills... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was a lot of blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya'all our welcome (the 4 of you that read this).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devy Girl&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-3089969239679974690?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/3089969239679974690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=3089969239679974690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/3089969239679974690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/3089969239679974690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-merry-christmas-new-year.html' title='Happy Merry Christmas New Year!!'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TSD5BEwQYzI/AAAAAAAABC0/V0Iwn0WTo_Y/s72-c/Picture%2B507.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-4956540523177306136</id><published>2011-01-01T11:37:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:13:53.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is your birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here's a recap of Dexters 1st birthday. Are you kinda excited?!? Are you really excited?!? Oh, just kinda excited.. That's cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR-DbIuj7lI/AAAAAAAAA_k/u0H2p8AYcgU/s1600/Picture%2B021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557304967420964434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR-DbIuj7lI/AAAAAAAAA_k/u0H2p8AYcgU/s320/Picture%2B021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the Madsen family we've got three December birthdays. We celebrated by having a Christmas jammie breakfast. Here's the badonkatonkas hamming it up on the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR-DaocSvDI/AAAAAAAAA_c/NSWz7qeleFs/s1600/Picture%2B023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557304958754405426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR-DaocSvDI/AAAAAAAAA_c/NSWz7qeleFs/s320/Picture%2B023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tessa likes to hold Dexter now. But as you can see, it comes with consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR-DaNxf_jI/AAAAAAAAA_U/QeqayeSyU5I/s1600/Picture%2B037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557304951595597362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR-DaNxf_jI/AAAAAAAAA_U/QeqayeSyU5I/s320/Picture%2B037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Santa even joined in on all the fun. Dexter was not happy about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR993gKoVcI/AAAAAAAAA_M/8ZOw0jLlg0o/s1600/Picture%2B038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557298857679279554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR993gKoVcI/AAAAAAAAA_M/8ZOw0jLlg0o/s320/Picture%2B038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was extremely not happy about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR993JrF5WI/AAAAAAAAA_E/FwPbSzBUwHc/s1600/Picture%2B062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557298851641419106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR993JrF5WI/AAAAAAAAA_E/FwPbSzBUwHc/s320/Picture%2B062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the grandkids with the Santa &amp;amp; Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR992pCzeiI/AAAAAAAAA-8/IlEEm485JJc/s1600/Picture%2B084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557298842882505250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR992pCzeiI/AAAAAAAAA-8/IlEEm485JJc/s320/Picture%2B084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dexter opening his bday presents. Well watching while all of the other kids rip them apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR992WPXlOI/AAAAAAAAA-0/wFEs0a6gpUE/s1600/Picture%2B089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557298837834929378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR992WPXlOI/AAAAAAAAA-0/wFEs0a6gpUE/s320/Picture%2B089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh it's no big deal... Just Dex in his new Joes jeans and Ben Sherman button down. Thanks Uncle Cole &amp;amp; Auntie Ashlii. Oh and Sophie &amp;amp; Rubie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR97gndqqtI/AAAAAAAAA-s/C8uWr66h5jc/s1600/Picture%2B092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557296265477925586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR97gndqqtI/AAAAAAAAA-s/C8uWr66h5jc/s320/Picture%2B092.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dexter &amp;amp; Daddy &amp;amp; Dexters birthday cupcakecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR97gb_-x6I/AAAAAAAAA-k/hMXGjEDm714/s1600/Picture%2B100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557296262400624546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR97gb_-x6I/AAAAAAAAA-k/hMXGjEDm714/s320/Picture%2B100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eating his cupcake ever so delicately. I think he was just savouring every bite as this was the very first time we've given him sweets. Pffftt ha... Did anyone believe that?&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR97fxX0S9I/AAAAAAAAA-c/wyCqTqo5duk/s1600/Picture%2B103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557296250957876178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR97fxX0S9I/AAAAAAAAA-c/wyCqTqo5duk/s320/Picture%2B103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everybody watching Dexter or posing for the camera (I see you chelshea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR97fPqowFI/AAAAAAAAA-U/VSAQUCc-dkc/s1600/Picture%2B105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557296241910005842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR97fPqowFI/AAAAAAAAA-U/VSAQUCc-dkc/s320/Picture%2B105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kenz &amp;amp; Carter celebratin with Dex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557295226326708466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR96kIUtcPI/AAAAAAAAA90/VghBXa_lHDo/s320/Picture%2B110.jpg" /&gt;Ahhh Dexters actual birthday! December 16th! What a handsome one year old!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557295233583022578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR96kjWwAfI/AAAAAAAAA98/RRaOeXlfG3g/s320/Picture%2B114.jpg" /&gt;Here he is in his new hat that he has only worn once. And yes that was the one time.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557295246117071106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR96lSDGaQI/AAAAAAAAA-E/oedcN97jQNY/s320/Picture%2B116.jpg" /&gt;All his bday presents. Just perusing his Yo Gabba Gabba DVD.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR96mDFap4I/AAAAAAAAA-M/am4Byx079EA/s1600/Picture%2B118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557295259280123778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR96mDFap4I/AAAAAAAAA-M/am4Byx079EA/s320/Picture%2B118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just loving on Grandma and his Brobee pillow. He makes out with that thing at least 10 times a day. It's adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The celebrating doesn't stop there. Oh no. Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy had a little bit more up our sleeves. We of course, celebrated any other way a parent would celebrate their one year olds birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took Dexter to Vegas**!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557292033510869874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR93qSKGC3I/AAAAAAAAA9k/2W8tns8dHYA/s320/Picture%2B123.jpg" /&gt;Here he is at the roulette table. Come on red 7!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557292024469585138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR93pwee_PI/AAAAAAAAA9c/xXe47I1BvSA/s320/Picture%2B127.jpg" /&gt;Just working the slots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR93q0nuKRI/AAAAAAAAA9s/YVgMV_j3NMs/s1600/Picture%2B122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557292042761939218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR93q0nuKRI/AAAAAAAAA9s/YVgMV_j3NMs/s320/Picture%2B122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He bought Daddy an ice cream cone with all his winnings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557292015948826290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR93pQu-hrI/AAAAAAAAA9U/E08e6h-ShAY/s320/Picture%2B131.jpg" /&gt; Oh man what a wild day in Vegas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**disclaimer: We didn't actually go to Vegas for the purpose of celebrating Dexters birthday. We were on our way to California for Devons bros wedding (Congrats by the way!) and happened to stop at the Paris all you can eat buffet. It was 7 in the morning so we thought we could get away with taking a kid on the casino floor. And we did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Dexter had a happy birthday. I'm pretty sure. He doesn't talk yet so I can't know for certain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday Dexter!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devy Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-4956540523177306136?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/4956540523177306136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=4956540523177306136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/4956540523177306136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/4956540523177306136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-is-your-birthday.html' title='It is your birthday.'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TR-DbIuj7lI/AAAAAAAAA_k/u0H2p8AYcgU/s72-c/Picture%2B021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-2367664138341825079</id><published>2010-12-16T21:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T21:55:09.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is not a baby anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551507182494914130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TQrqXoyjllI/AAAAAAAAA9A/IMYqVY5HbHc/s320/Picture%2B013.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;He's a ONE year old!!!  See...  He's so smart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551507176721333746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TQrqXTSBvfI/AAAAAAAAA84/NWr4APZQbhc/s320/Cailey%2527s%2BCamera%2B272.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;One year ago today we welcomed our little boy into the world! Best early bday present ever!!  (and mind you, I've received a car and most recently a 42 inch tv so yeah...he's THAT awesome.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551508605060983698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TQrrqcQvK5I/AAAAAAAAA9I/AEoxqueLv3k/s320/Picture%2B700.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Happy happy birthday Dexter!!  Hats off to you sir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get ready for a huge post dedicated to all his bday festivities...  hopefully within this next week and not in a month...  fingers crossed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3350444642745368663-2367664138341825079?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2367664138341825079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=2367664138341825079&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/2367664138341825079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/2367664138341825079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-baby.html' title='My baby.....'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TQrqXoyjllI/AAAAAAAAA9A/IMYqVY5HbHc/s72-c/Picture%2B013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-751229800762438411</id><published>2010-11-16T09:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T10:19:41.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Loves an Italian...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; HALLOWEEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The badonkatonkas had a great one and Dexters costume was awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a different idea for him but as my mom said, guilt finally got the best of us, so we switched it up a bit.  I had ordered an apron already so we improvised and turned Dexter into a.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540181068383559042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TOKtVBxYnYI/AAAAAAAAA8A/1a61nuZSyjI/s320/Picture%2B591.jpg" /&gt;Italian Butcher!!!  Why did he have to be Italian?  Well, we don't ask why, we ask why not.  But isn't his 'stume just adorable!  I got crafty and even made the sausage links round his neck.  Devon got in touch with his crafty side too.... and dyed the neck and armpits of Dexs tank yellow (ya know, for the sweat stains- &lt;em&gt;tre&lt;/em&gt; authentic).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540191310279622818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TOK2pLzsQKI/AAAAAAAAA8o/9X61RcUDIyg/s320/Picture%2B605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy &amp;amp; Dex at the Cardon Halloween partay.  Awwwww yeah cabs are here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540191316771811458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TOK2pj_jMII/AAAAAAAAA8w/n66vQSzWPZU/s320/Picture%2B614.jpg" /&gt; My homemade jelly donuts!  Thanks mom for watching Top Chef: Just Desserts that week and giving me the idea.  Oh Gail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540185828568881570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TOKxqG2AWaI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/n0pETDNdFEk/s320/Picture%2B598.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few attempts at a grandkid costume picture.  Sully is in there somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TOKxrHmxQMI/AAAAAAAAA8g/GSthvug-ab4/s1600/Picture%2B601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540185845953282242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TOKxrHmxQMI/AAAAAAAAA8g/GSthvug-ab4/s320/Picture%2B601.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost Sebey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TOKxqujQVhI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/HtW9ruPTcrM/s1600/Picture%2B600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540185839227655698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TOKxqujQVhI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/HtW9ruPTcrM/s320/Picture%2B600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can tell by Sophies eyes that this was around the 35th picture we took.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TOKtVscsGmI/AAAAAAAAA8I/l7iumvNRLyE/s1600/Picture%2B595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540181079839480418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TOKtVscsGmI/AAAAAAAAA8I/l7iumvNRLyE/s320/Picture%2B595.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Halloween from the badonkatonkas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&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/3350444642745368663-751229800762438411?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/751229800762438411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=751229800762438411&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/751229800762438411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/751229800762438411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2010/11/everybody-loves-italian.html' title='Everybody Loves an Italian...'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TOKtVBxYnYI/AAAAAAAAA8A/1a61nuZSyjI/s72-c/Picture%2B591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-9017476454242780322</id><published>2010-11-06T12:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T12:14:56.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide your kids, hide your wife....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It took me over an hour to try and figure out how to upload videos onto my blog... And I still couldn't figure it out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I made my own youtube account and uploaded it onto there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ya'll are welcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K_i5_Q_7lBY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K_i5_Q_7lBY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait til it gets remixed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-9017476454242780322?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/9017476454242780322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=9017476454242780322&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/9017476454242780322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/9017476454242780322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-saturday-it-took-me-over-hour-to.html' title='Hide your kids, hide your wife....'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-8570428994545192392</id><published>2010-10-19T20:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T21:00:01.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 50!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Can you believe it??!!  This is my 50th blog post.  Ahhh what a milestone.  Ya wanna know another milestone that just completely passed me by...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529954022591245266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TL5X4nTLK9I/AAAAAAAAA7o/G_pK5pZMxBY/s400/Picture+549.jpg" /&gt;Dexter is 10 months old!!  He's been here longer than he was in my belly!  Yes this is the best picture I could get.  He tries to eat the signs now.. and then he tries to eat my camera..  and then he tries to eat me..  Love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529954018466251058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TL5X4X7swTI/AAAAAAAAA7g/9NsOOsPAV3c/s400/Picture+554.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom &amp;amp; Dexter.  I put that sticker on him and made him look in the mirror to see which version of himself he would try to grab (pretty sure it's some Freudian experiment or whatevs).  He tried to eat the frame of the mirror instead.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529954012975585618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TL5X4Den2VI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/LJdQh4WrgKQ/s400/Picture+562.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh you'll love this....  Well maybe not republicans (wha? political?!) but Dexter absolutely loves Ellen.  I think it has to do with the fact that when he was 2 months old I'd lay him in front of the T.V. when she was on so I could get some work in.  He's only 10 months and already feels nostalgic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529954038729512354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TL5X5ja1laI/AAAAAAAAA7w/bxs9bhV7Ntw/s400/Picture+564.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a close up.  His face was like this for a good 5 minutes.  And that's like an hour in Dexter time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy 50th to my blog and 10 month to Dexter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Devy Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Does anyone get the HUB channel?  Yeah, I just discovered it and saw they have The Wonder Years on weekdays.  I almost cried.  Kevin &amp;amp; Winnie 4-eva.  But, spoiler alert, not really-sad face.&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/3350444642745368663-8570428994545192392?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/8570428994545192392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=8570428994545192392&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/8570428994545192392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/8570428994545192392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-50.html' title='I&apos;m 50!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TL5X4nTLK9I/AAAAAAAAA7o/G_pK5pZMxBY/s72-c/Picture+549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-2216294802625670392</id><published>2010-10-11T22:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T23:49:13.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gauchos....Seriously?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The title of this post has absolutely nothing to do with the contents that will soon fill this page. It has to do with my dear friend/college roommate Russanne who has been facebooking me, telling me to update my blog. I finally decided to get on it and therefore am dedicating this blog post to her. The title refers to on of the sweetest things she's ever said to me. We were about to go to the gym and my attire of choice was, yes indeed, gauchos. She knocked some sense into me by asking that blog title question, "Gauchos... Seriously?" To this day I have not worn any such pants, but in my defense I am pretty sure they were still sorta kinda fashionable. Anyway, holla to Rusty for getting me to blog yo. I hope to see a blog post dedicated to me in the near blogging future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now....... PICTURES!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's been going on in the badonkatonkas lives???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527381528963591858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLU0NxvuLrI/AAAAAAAAA6w/J7lUq-itvz8/s400/Picture+065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandchild number 9 was introduced to the Madsen clan! There's Dex with his new buddy Sullivan! I can not tell you how many times he's tried to eat him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527396763953252210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLVCEkgTx3I/AAAAAAAAA7I/GG1numPmMF4/s400/Picture+046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We moved out of our &lt;em&gt;condo&lt;/em&gt;. Ahhh Shadow Ridge will always hold a special place in our hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527395009028060274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLVAea5idHI/AAAAAAAAA7A/9be5zabw1AE/s400/Picture+048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Funny story. Our first week as a married couple we went grocery shopping as any newlywed would do. Well I was acting "healthy" and wanted to get veggie burgers. Yeah, 2 and a half years later and they were still in the freezer, unopened. Ahhh Boca burgers will always hold a special place in our hearts. But not in our bellies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLUoDgCxz9I/AAAAAAAAA6o/AierxQE5TdQ/s1600/Picture+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527368158273458130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLUoDgCxz9I/AAAAAAAAA6o/AierxQE5TdQ/s400/Picture+084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over the summer we took in a Bees game. Or is it Buzz? Well it definitely was baseball. Or was it soccer??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLSOFDXFg6I/AAAAAAAAA5o/Lrh1yeHual4/s1600/Picture+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527198860143068066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLSOFDXFg6I/AAAAAAAAA5o/Lrh1yeHual4/s400/Picture+122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This guy turned 7 months old!! Got his two bottom teeth as a present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLSOE4lPLII/AAAAAAAAA5g/RJ_VNcX4s6U/s1600/Picture+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527198857249631362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLSOE4lPLII/AAAAAAAAA5g/RJ_VNcX4s6U/s400/Picture+185.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took a trip to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLSOEWoUuAI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/av9-WxIdbQg/s1600/Picture+203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527198848135772162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLSOEWoUuAI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/av9-WxIdbQg/s400/Picture+203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madsen cousins measuring up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527190368384523026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLSGWxGFGxI/AAAAAAAAA5A/pyZbBdM7BKI/s400/Picture+259.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a vacay with Devon's fam to Newport Beach. I think Dex is a Californian at heart. He loved the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527188252657577746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLSEbnZd7xI/AAAAAAAAA44/2I9xw5E05Xg/s400/Picture+326.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also loved the sand as you can see from the above pic. Pretty sure he ate his weight in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527190380390660994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLSGXd0kO4I/AAAAAAAAA5I/q4I1vtEtf9w/s400/DSCN0096_JPG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting all the Tonks grandkids together. Tysen sure was enjoying himself... That was probably right after Dex tried to eat him. Boys will be boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLSGX92MezI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/yy-nL6oPrck/s1600/DSCN0106_JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527190388987427634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLSGX92MezI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/yy-nL6oPrck/s400/DSCN0106_JPG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There we go. Put the babes on opposite sides. All smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLSEbcuxojI/AAAAAAAAA4w/uOOn_1ZZn8k/s1600/Picture+349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527188249794159154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLSEbcuxojI/AAAAAAAAA4w/uOOn_1ZZn8k/s400/Picture+349.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family picture at the family reunion! I think Devon was pinching Dexters leg that's why his face is like that. Mean lil' Devy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLSEa_MrFVI/AAAAAAAAA4o/iT9_zQCZ8cU/s1600/Picture+338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527188241866495314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLSEa_MrFVI/AAAAAAAAA4o/iT9_zQCZ8cU/s400/Picture+338.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa Ted putting Dex in a trance with his crackly tongue. Works everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLR_5x6ZXEI/AAAAAAAAA4g/tzky88SbC-s/s1600/Picture+352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527183273317981250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLR_5x6ZXEI/AAAAAAAAA4g/tzky88SbC-s/s400/Picture+352.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He insists on pulling my hair but doesn't realize it'll get tangled up in his hands. Ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLR_5LKj3ZI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/KiD9Mi4OXXM/s1600/Picture+500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527183262916795794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLR_5LKj3ZI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/KiD9Mi4OXXM/s400/Picture+500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dexter just climbing all over Sebey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527178262112920658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLR7WFuAZFI/AAAAAAAAA4I/8N4RKaqZnfg/s400/Picture+433.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 months old! (in case you can't read the sign)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527175395405319954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLR4vOZpzxI/AAAAAAAAA4A/md-OMRiIaAc/s400/Picture+489.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next two pics show my sharp dressed men in all their glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527173609922615890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLR3HS9Z2lI/AAAAAAAAA34/QNXr375aA3w/s400/Picture+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Told ya. Glorious. You want more... well check out &lt;a href="http://www.inmymomscloset.blogspot.com/"&gt;this_new_blog.&lt;/a&gt; You won't be disappointed. Unless you hate streetlight leather jackets (yes, you bet that's &lt;em&gt;real leatha.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527165259263752226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLRvhOVLuCI/AAAAAAAAA3w/vddLyHh8HWQ/s400/Picture+514.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dex taking a bath. Innocent enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527164076816397970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLRucZXw9pI/AAAAAAAAA3o/pMMDuFn9aU0/s400/Picture+515.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh no..... He's concocting an evil plan!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527162051520621986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLRsmgjn7aI/AAAAAAAAA3g/vSoSoyP9vWM/s400/Picture+517.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bwahahahaha!! Mad scientist DEX!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527159347671226210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLRqJH7sV2I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/bL0Pjb3inhg/s400/Picture+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dexter's 'ghoul' friend brough him a Halloween present. It was mostly filled with Hershey's kisses that he almost swallowed whole- wrapper included.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527157450475701410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLRoasVCBKI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/I_7s95yU7Jc/s400/Picture+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to eat the lights. Look at those baby blues!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLR_4kIETuI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Wb1JJ56kHrk/s1600/Picture+508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527183252437356258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLR_4kIETuI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Wb1JJ56kHrk/s400/Picture+508.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And possibly the most exciting goings ons in the badonkatonkas lives.... We're &lt;em&gt;(almost&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;homeowners!!! Found a sweet piece o' property out in Daybreak so consider this a goodbye to all the rest of Utah as we will be too busy canoeing on the lake and releasing ladybugs. Jk, ya'all can come visit! But I don't think you can canoe on the lake unless accompanied by a local resident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLRk_sKtplI/AAAAAAAAA3I/dlxChVsCfq4/s1600/Picture+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527153688041072210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLRk_sKtplI/AAAAAAAAA3I/dlxChVsCfq4/s400/Picture+079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Bleaaerrgghh.... &lt;/em&gt;And that's our lives in a nutshell! I know I am terrible at keeping up with this blog and when I finally do get around to posting something, it usually takes me three days since I have to sit and upload pictures. So I've decided that I will try and post a picture a day (well, a week) because, let's face it, I have a lot of cute pics! I mean, have you seen our son?!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope that was enjoyable for you Russanne! If blogging like this is wrong, then I don't wanna be right!! (That's another fabulous quote by Rusty that I semi-changed to apply to blogging. I'd explain but I'm tired so another time kids... another time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devy Girl&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-2216294802625670392?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2216294802625670392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=2216294802625670392&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/2216294802625670392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/2216294802625670392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2010/10/gauchosseriously.html' title='Gauchos....Seriously?'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TLU0NxvuLrI/AAAAAAAAA6w/J7lUq-itvz8/s72-c/Picture+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-5244583884180270831</id><published>2010-06-16T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T11:18:40.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483587345572654738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmdozOvbpI/AAAAAAAAA0w/m53rO1GbC3k/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I can't believe it! Dexter Alan is 6 months old!! We've had this baby in our lives for half a year! This has been the greatest half a year ever! He is seriously the best, most amazing, incredible, hilarious, awesome son and I am almost in tears thinking about how much I love my Dex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's pics of this ever growing chunk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483587848774802194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmeGFze2xI/AAAAAAAAA04/23y5bFWgABg/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483587861400338994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmeG01pQjI/AAAAAAAAA1A/pwW4g0MnZ8g/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483587871492494722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmeHabzVYI/AAAAAAAAA1I/2JMKWo73CYM/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483588653522187922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBme07uNdpI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/OXvktWVxufw/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBme1YTWQOI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/yli11qYYM_Y/s1600/IMG_0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483588661194146018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBme1YTWQOI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/yli11qYYM_Y/s320/IMG_0973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483587336586382866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmdoRwPzhI/AAAAAAAAA0o/OMDk78mx53I/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so big right?! We tried to get him to pose as if the '6 months old' sign was one of his buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483587330904100818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmdn8lfD9I/AAAAAAAAA0g/g0f48B33pUE/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Naturally, he just wanted to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe classic Dexter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 6 month bday to our wonderful lil guy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Devy Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. There are a few more new posts down below. Yeah, I blogged the crap out of blogging today... It's more exhausting than taking care of a 6 month old.&lt;br /&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/3350444642745368663-5244583884180270831?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/5244583884180270831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=5244583884180270831&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/5244583884180270831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/5244583884180270831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-baby-is.html' title='My baby is....'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmdozOvbpI/AAAAAAAAA0w/m53rO1GbC3k/s72-c/Cailey%27s+Camera+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-578941877075505994</id><published>2010-06-16T21:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T11:22:19.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A tid bit of everything...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have an awesome camera so natually we're gonna have some awesome pics. Enjoy the awesomeness won't you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483576217765221138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmThE6tExI/AAAAAAAAAxg/yCf2K_HG1RI/s320/IMG_0992.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We tended (yes I say tended, deal with it) Stone &amp;amp; Sebastian one night and made them a fort. We're not just regular aunt &amp;amp; uncle we're cool aunt &amp;amp; uncle! As you can see, Sebs was ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483576227855737730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmThqgeI4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/VT1kMs1FDU4/s320/IMG_0996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dexter wanted in on this fort action. And he just wanted to be close to his cousin Stone. From this pic, you can see that Stone just wanted to watch his movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483576237114297538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmTiM_4jMI/AAAAAAAAAxw/jUON5Vo35Qg/s320/IMG_0997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is him saying "uumm Devon can you get Dex away from me??!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483576793625289106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmUCmKcYZI/AAAAAAAAAx4/B-OcbEs3jkE/s320/IMG_0998.JPG" border="0" /&gt; How cute is that?? Uncle Devys is the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few weeks back we took a nice lil trip down to St. George with the Tonks family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484523511589136290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBzxE1aMZ6I/AAAAAAAAA1o/yxJ1fnCvGO8/s320/IMG_1003.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Sadie &amp;amp; her boofriend Darren with Dex &amp;amp; his chunky legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmYi2xIiOI/AAAAAAAAAzY/ny6r7zcySUo/s1600/IMG_1086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483581745884858594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmYi2xIiOI/AAAAAAAAAzY/ny6r7zcySUo/s320/IMG_1086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cousins taking a bath! Tysen, as you can see, has his camera smile down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmX-hzhRBI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/rEO4vM8Fb7U/s1600/IMG_1087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483581121782432786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmX-hzhRBI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/rEO4vM8Fb7U/s320/IMG_1087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dexter couldn't quite master the cutie smile that night. Silly kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483576816508580626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmUD7aPsxI/AAAAAAAAAyI/B-SAy-Yxv9A/s320/IMG_1005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dex &amp;amp; Syd hanging out at breakfast. Both have the same facial expression that I can't quite explain. Unexplainable but adorable right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483577903988273954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmVDOlm8yI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/FgEaUwwKIxM/s320/IMG_1009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dexter with Gpa Victor. Ahh Dex is just like his daddy.. Alway wanting the remote! Har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483578726486434386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmVzGoc4lI/AAAAAAAAAyw/oZjGpepPZHE/s320/IMG_1026.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We took an impromptu trip to Zions. Glorious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484520841042993842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBzupY2YIrI/AAAAAAAAA1g/jIDQZS2HIz0/s320/IMG_1082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dexter &amp;amp; Grandma Shannon. Silly Dex always has to have those hands in his mouth. Ahh love him so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmX9YKzfvI/AAAAAAAAAzA/srpSYQaI8m0/s1600/IMG_1060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483581102015872754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmX9YKzfvI/AAAAAAAAAzA/srpSYQaI8m0/s320/IMG_1060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Devon standing on a giant cliff. Not really. It was just a rock sticking out over the water.. But it sure made me nervous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmVzmc2FdI/AAAAAAAAAy4/qtaILAZ4p1c/s1600/IMG_1029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483578735027688914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmVzmc2FdI/AAAAAAAAAy4/qtaILAZ4p1c/s320/IMG_1029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute Dex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmVyQJO8AI/AAAAAAAAAyo/mcNcQ5So-g4/s1600/IMG_1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483578711859982338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmVyQJO8AI/AAAAAAAAAyo/mcNcQ5So-g4/s320/IMG_1018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole gang! Shout out to Dallin &amp;amp; Sarah who are engaged! Woo! Getting married on December 18th. That is already such a spectacular day. It's my birthday. And Brad Pitts. So your marriage date will be in good company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmVEe9-SkI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Pln0ip-ntUs/s1600/IMG_1014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483577925565303362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmVEe9-SkI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Pln0ip-ntUs/s320/IMG_1014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy &amp;amp; Dex in matching outfits. That's how we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmVDw9OYbI/AAAAAAAAAyY/q8lnty-Nsrc/s1600/IMG_1010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483577913214132658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmVDw9OYbI/AAAAAAAAAyY/q8lnty-Nsrc/s320/IMG_1010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dex &amp;amp; Mommy in not matching outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483582154900595138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmY6qeFYcI/AAAAAAAAAz4/dbwR12jb6sA/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Some more proof that Dexter is his fathers son. Just enjoying some gaming with Dad! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483581753750661538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmYjUEfKaI/AAAAAAAAAzg/fixn15XEtyM/s320/IMG_1093.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This picture was taken on a weekday at oh.... around 1 o'clock. Yep, I let him play in his diaper all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483583195909723138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmZ3QiAFAI/AAAAAAAAA0I/RpX5gMlsFck/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dexter just cuddling with his bumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483583210601264050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmZ4HQvM7I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/x4ovoA9AoUE/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Me want food! &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483583217056561314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmZ4fTzOKI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/e4EL73398bs/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Mmmm carrots!! Did he even get any in his mouth??!! Ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483582142723227826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmY59GxgLI/AAAAAAAAAzw/iu_0bGe2iMM/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Look at those Angelina Jolie lips. 100% real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there ya go. Just a bit of what's been going on... Pretty sure you all were anxiously awaiting these pictures so you. are. welcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-578941877075505994?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/578941877075505994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=578941877075505994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/578941877075505994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/578941877075505994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2010/06/tid-bit-of-everything.html' title='A tid bit of everything...'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmThE6tExI/AAAAAAAAAxg/yCf2K_HG1RI/s72-c/IMG_0992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-3844250821564538933</id><published>2010-05-31T08:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T11:16:04.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle Beach 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmOA_DblaI/AAAAAAAAAxY/QGb6F4Aht0U/s1600/IMG_0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483570168877258146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmOA_DblaI/AAAAAAAAAxY/QGb6F4Aht0U/s320/IMG_0275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahhh!! It sure has been awhile... So enough chit chat, let's get right down to it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Madsen fam took a trip to Myrtle beach in May and it was glorious. From the above picture you can see Dev &amp;amp; Dex could hardly contain their excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmOAM3o7KI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/aY9iAyIlbbM/s1600/IMG_0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483570155406027938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmOAM3o7KI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/aY9iAyIlbbM/s320/IMG_0277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The trip was so glorious that it was even sponsored! Jk.. My parents got us all matching pjs/hoodies and the back says all our names. Yeah we're a big family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmNxYtD79I/AAAAAAAAAxI/rmfBOG5-3cU/s1600/IMG_0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483569900884848594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmNxYtD79I/AAAAAAAAAxI/rmfBOG5-3cU/s320/IMG_0285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dexters first flight! Sitting next to Grandma Linda! He thought she was fantastic company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmNw5o5vwI/AAAAAAAAAxA/4ddyte2AG-M/s1600/IMG_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483569892545904386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmNw5o5vwI/AAAAAAAAAxA/4ddyte2AG-M/s320/IMG_0286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then there's daddy on the other side! Tray tables are up and we are ready to depart! Watch out SC here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmNwP-4TyI/AAAAAAAAAw4/DYnorJBUo9E/s1600/IMG_0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483569881363795746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmNwP-4TyI/AAAAAAAAAw4/DYnorJBUo9E/s320/IMG_0287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ooooh boy the badonkatonkas overpacked. Well yeah we did, but those aren't all our bags. Funny tidbit- we got like 5 people snooping around our gear thinking all the luggage was just taken off the carousel. Nope. It was all ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmNAmhzlRI/AAAAAAAAAww/AvMMSXv5HUY/s1600/IMG_0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483569062782145810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmNAmhzlRI/AAAAAAAAAww/AvMMSXv5HUY/s320/IMG_0296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tired Tessa. See what I did there? Alliteration. I'm smart-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmNAJz1jMI/AAAAAAAAAwo/0ennhH-myYk/s1600/IMG_0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483569055073144002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmNAJz1jMI/AAAAAAAAAwo/0ennhH-myYk/s320/IMG_0303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kids in luggage jail. Stone thought it was ridiculous. He knew he could walk right out. And he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmM_s-aORI/AAAAAAAAAwg/eeD0hwT5Q88/s1600/IMG_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483569047332862226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmM_s-aORI/AAAAAAAAAwg/eeD0hwT5Q88/s320/IMG_0318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dexs first time in a pool! He was enjoying it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483566865313032754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmLAsUV6jI/AAAAAAAAAvo/Qpn0SmRThUE/s320/IMG_0363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He did enjoy hanging poolside with Gpa Ted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmMmlCy66I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/tCKQTvm0tC4/s1600/IMG_0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483568615707044770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmMmlCy66I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/tCKQTvm0tC4/s320/IMG_0330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know this picture seems odd but let me do some 'splainin. Chelsea, who is pregnant, saw that Stone was in his tubey but practically upside down. Now Devon &amp;amp; I were facing her so we didn't see Stone. I just saw panic in her face and then she took off. And I mean took off and came to Stone's rescue. I already mentioned she's pregnant right? Well I took this picture after I made sure Stone was ok. So you may see an emotional pregnant woman in this pic and yeah it is. But she's also an emotional pregnant hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now after that crazy heroic story of pregnant woman saving lives, how bout some carefree waterslide pics?? Well ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmMlyQX1oI/AAAAAAAAAwI/83Z3XgSsYyg/s1600/IMG_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483568602073781890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmMlyQX1oI/AAAAAAAAAwI/83Z3XgSsYyg/s320/IMG_0348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483568627220927938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmMnP761cI/AAAAAAAAAwY/o0znBRbF7Q8/s320/IMG_0325.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Kapow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmMJVYLT6I/AAAAAAAAAwA/vQjvuDI_fDs/s1600/IMG_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483568113285549986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmMJVYLT6I/AAAAAAAAAwA/vQjvuDI_fDs/s320/IMG_0353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Woosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmMI83XEeI/AAAAAAAAAv4/fNi02BkJci0/s1600/IMG_0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483568106705457634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmMI83XEeI/AAAAAAAAAv4/fNi02BkJci0/s320/IMG_0345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Weee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmMIJd1MsI/AAAAAAAAAvw/B5mPOs6A-bM/s1600/IMG_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483568092908171970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmMIJd1MsI/AAAAAAAAAvw/B5mPOs6A-bM/s320/IMG_0360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waterslides are super!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmK_6SCEZI/AAAAAAAAAvg/JFIiOxAsF6c/s1600/IMG_0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483566851881570706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmK_6SCEZI/AAAAAAAAAvg/JFIiOxAsF6c/s320/IMG_0365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All tuckered out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew... That was all just day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmK_eu0jGI/AAAAAAAAAvY/NJ78-vXerJQ/s1600/IMG_0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483566844486126690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmK_eu0jGI/AAAAAAAAAvY/NJ78-vXerJQ/s320/IMG_0376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In our sunday best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmJ5-hERWI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/oUhvgt5eILs/s1600/IMG_0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483565650427528546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmJ5-hERWI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/oUhvgt5eILs/s320/IMG_0384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh boy... Another picture that has an awesome story behind it. We went to a nice restaurant for Mothers Day. Sophie was feeling under the weather and while eating she let out a little burp. And then she let out another one but also had a little vomit creep up along with it. And when I say a little I mean alot. Alot of brownish, pretty sure she ate ground beef chocolate milk shake vomit. Anyway Ashlii tried catching most of the throw up and Cole kept yelling at her to take Soph to the bathroom. This was them arguing about it afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483565627848417378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmJ4qZyYGI/AAAAAAAAAvA/Nfbi8ez-KzU/s320/IMG_0385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ahhh fighting over lil' ol me??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483565615046219234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmJ36tgVeI/AAAAAAAAAu4/OwnQlJhRcUs/s320/IMG_0389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cute Rubie just enjoying a nice meal.. Oblivious to all the craziness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmJ5JpO4hI/AAAAAAAAAvI/nL3VGRFu70I/s1600/IMG_0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483565636234699282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmJ5JpO4hI/AAAAAAAAAvI/nL3VGRFu70I/s320/IMG_0386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dexter was rather bored of the whole thing so he fell asleep. Babies being babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmJJRoo2DI/AAAAAAAAAuw/gegZN5tLJI4/s1600/IMG_0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483564813745969202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmJJRoo2DI/AAAAAAAAAuw/gegZN5tLJI4/s320/IMG_0397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Babies being freakin adorable. Dex in a romper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmJIl3VLHI/AAAAAAAAAuo/EzDyr1VS34Y/s1600/IMG_0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483564801996434546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmJIl3VLHI/AAAAAAAAAuo/EzDyr1VS34Y/s320/IMG_0402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cameron, the baby whisperer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmJH6YlQNI/AAAAAAAAAug/rtxzTSaDrik/s1600/IMG_0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483564790324740306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmJH6YlQNI/AAAAAAAAAug/rtxzTSaDrik/s320/IMG_0406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dance party USA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmJHXXOLBI/AAAAAAAAAuY/4QUXhub5YRI/s1600/IMG_0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483564780923792402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmJHXXOLBI/AAAAAAAAAuY/4QUXhub5YRI/s320/IMG_0407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Priceless... And kinda rare to see the kids embrace like that. I mean they love each other but they also love to drive each other carazy!! Ahh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmHo4E484I/AAAAAAAAAtw/4cnz0nfa05o/s1600/IMG_0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483563157617701762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmHo4E484I/AAAAAAAAAtw/4cnz0nfa05o/s320/IMG_0427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dex on the beach!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmHoTNhsTI/AAAAAAAAAto/Fk-6pmF5nQY/s1600/IMG_0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483563147721814322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmHoTNhsTI/AAAAAAAAAto/Fk-6pmF5nQY/s320/IMG_0434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy &amp;amp; son taking it all in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmHngy6gJI/AAAAAAAAAtg/X0vyF1kgZtk/s1600/IMG_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483563134188421266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmHngy6gJI/AAAAAAAAAtg/X0vyF1kgZtk/s320/IMG_0439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First steps in the ocean....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmHm-R23sI/AAAAAAAAAtY/hhAPNVdVMhY/s1600/IMG_0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483563124922965698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmHm-R23sI/AAAAAAAAAtY/hhAPNVdVMhY/s320/IMG_0440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hated it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmG-2NaGXI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/rodr3WXV3aU/s1600/IMG_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483562435562051954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmG-2NaGXI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/rodr3WXV3aU/s320/IMG_0442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This will make for a nice blog header. As soon as I can figure out how to do that... confused emoticon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmG-Wl_BaI/AAAAAAAAAtI/NDjHiCq6HII/s1600/IMG_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483562427075200418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmG-Wl_BaI/AAAAAAAAAtI/NDjHiCq6HII/s320/IMG_0449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Men doing work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmG9lKbz7I/AAAAAAAAAtA/kOuX0gWjOrw/s1600/IMG_0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483562413806309298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmG9lKbz7I/AAAAAAAAAtA/kOuX0gWjOrw/s320/IMG_0458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sisters! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmG8zZngkI/AAAAAAAAAs4/4npDbipg49c/s1600/IMG_0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483562400448217666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmG8zZngkI/AAAAAAAAAs4/4npDbipg49c/s320/IMG_0460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hehe. She's fallen and she can't get up! Pregnant Chelshea is the best. I actually think I'll use this one as my blog header... Classic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmGFkhThMI/AAAAAAAAAsw/y5KNAr0EdOs/s1600/IMG_0477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483561451561125058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmGFkhThMI/AAAAAAAAAsw/y5KNAr0EdOs/s320/IMG_0477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The badonkatonks in our Myrtle Beach jammies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmGFO-abYI/AAAAAAAAAso/lxYGZRiMPmg/s1600/IMG_0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483561445777632642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmGFO-abYI/AAAAAAAAAso/lxYGZRiMPmg/s320/IMG_0482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom &amp;amp; Dad. Two of the greatest people you will ever meet! Ahh love 'em so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmGEnBTT3I/AAAAAAAAAsg/3P2KvbUnzHQ/s1600/IMG_0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483561435052330866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmGEnBTT3I/AAAAAAAAAsg/3P2KvbUnzHQ/s320/IMG_0516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the fam chillaxin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmFlr9dfvI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/ONstYb49mSM/s1600/IMG_0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483560903802453746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmFlr9dfvI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/ONstYb49mSM/s320/IMG_0524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boys will be boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmFkyh30CI/AAAAAAAAAsI/1qMTeaaHLdk/s1600/IMG_0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483560888385916962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmFkyh30CI/AAAAAAAAAsI/1qMTeaaHLdk/s320/IMG_0534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Girls just wanna have fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I do hope none of you are taking my captions seriously... But we were indeed girls having fun, that is a truth fact.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmFkcgyKOI/AAAAAAAAAsA/z2mjX3QY1Qo/s1600/IMG_0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483560882475772130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmFkcgyKOI/AAAAAAAAAsA/z2mjX3QY1Qo/s320/IMG_0546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best attempt at getting all the cousins together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a fun game for you all... Where's Alex?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(hint- he's holding Stone's hoodie thru the rocking chair so he won't run off before the flash)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483559833253258018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmEnX2pIyI/AAAAAAAAArg/1ouKYXgjtbA/s320/IMG_0558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;One night at the villas we were staying at, they did buckets of shrimp &amp;amp; crab. Yeah... We were excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483559821846410626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmEmtXCdYI/AAAAAAAAArY/ir9rIt4Ani0/s320/IMG_0562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De. Lish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmFjsQhPHI/AAAAAAAAAr4/q6beph15oxE/s1600/IMG_0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483560869522652274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmFjsQhPHI/AAAAAAAAAr4/q6beph15oxE/s320/IMG_0549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dexter was just waiting patiently for us to eat our shrimp/crab fest. We ordered about 5 buckets of each. Needless to say, he had to wait awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483559844881329970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmEoDK_bzI/AAAAAAAAAro/m0lsjc-1Po4/s320/IMG_0554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My Dad couldn't even wait to sit down to start eating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmEoorNbCI/AAAAAAAAArw/sCvu3niTzAw/s1600/IMG_0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483559854948576290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmEoorNbCI/AAAAAAAAArw/sCvu3niTzAw/s320/IMG_0559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a result, he got shrimp juice on Chelseas hoodie. Oh Dad! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmDsisjEEI/AAAAAAAAArQ/iYZIxLeW3Xo/s1600/IMG_0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483558822551425090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmDsisjEEI/AAAAAAAAArQ/iYZIxLeW3Xo/s320/IMG_0564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coleman showing us his gnarly tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmDsO76M7I/AAAAAAAAArI/VY9ia4y8zVY/s1600/IMG_0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483558817247146930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmDsO76M7I/AAAAAAAAArI/VY9ia4y8zVY/s320/IMG_0571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy &amp;amp; Dex at the AQUARIUM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmDraA8mrI/AAAAAAAAArA/kmFR-fpzfbg/s1600/IMG_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483558803041196722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmDraA8mrI/AAAAAAAAArA/kmFR-fpzfbg/s320/IMG_0577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy &amp;amp; Dex in the shark tank! It was spectacular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmCNvPBezI/AAAAAAAAAqg/eeW055Io2jg/s1600/IMG_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483557193829677874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmCNvPBezI/AAAAAAAAAqg/eeW055Io2jg/s320/IMG_0618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Soph on the carousel @ the boardwalk. I know right?! This girl doesn't take a bad pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmBvvQlL4I/AAAAAAAAAqY/5DYHn0-Y3eM/s1600/IMG_0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483556678440136578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmBvvQlL4I/AAAAAAAAAqY/5DYHn0-Y3eM/s320/IMG_0623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carter &amp;amp; Stone ridin' dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmBu7WCodI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/gcOVMulhR8s/s1600/IMG_0662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483556664504394194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmBu7WCodI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/gcOVMulhR8s/s320/IMG_0662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cousins on the dinosaur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmBuet_MgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/eR-GXoOH10Q/s1600/IMG_0674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483556656820204034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmBuet_MgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/eR-GXoOH10Q/s320/IMG_0674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oooh oooh while walking to our cars (giant 14 passenger vans) we made the mistake of walking past a build a bear. But my dad, being the fantastic grandpa that he is, decided to buy all the grandkids a stuffed animal of their choosing. Since my child is not old enough to make decisions, I decided he would enjoy this wooly mammoth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmBtqhc4dI/AAAAAAAAAqA/r-pM4XYTYJU/s1600/IMG_0710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483556642808979922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmBtqhc4dI/AAAAAAAAAqA/r-pM4XYTYJU/s320/IMG_0710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dexter thought it was a good choice. Wink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmBQw-84qI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Nebn1p5nm4g/s1600/IMG_0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483556146327118498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmBQw-84qI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Nebn1p5nm4g/s320/IMG_0713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then again... maybe not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmBQEpkeTI/AAAAAAAAApw/9zYA0JI0pT4/s1600/IMG_0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483556134426278194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmBQEpkeTI/AAAAAAAAApw/9zYA0JI0pT4/s320/IMG_0720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks Grandpa Ted!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmBPsdZGrI/AAAAAAAAApo/DtUsjtLiBHs/s1600/IMG_0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483556127932750514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmBPsdZGrI/AAAAAAAAApo/DtUsjtLiBHs/s320/IMG_0725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taking 'he was never given a name' home! That's what we decided to name him. I imagine those will be Dexters first words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmBOyqcHBI/AAAAAAAAApg/b_PwbBBDtls/s1600/IMG_0743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483556112418216978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmBOyqcHBI/AAAAAAAAApg/b_PwbBBDtls/s320/IMG_0743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The villas had a wonderful lil (not so lil and kinda dangerous) playground. Here's prego Chelshea making her way down the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmAu3J1mKI/AAAAAAAAApY/78_jXXkwjzA/s1600/IMG_0765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483555563867838626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmAu3J1mKI/AAAAAAAAApY/78_jXXkwjzA/s320/IMG_0765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ash &amp;amp; Rub having so much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmAuUTRC_I/AAAAAAAAApQ/FnXLADQ8Ph0/s1600/IMG_0770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483555554512145394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmAuUTRC_I/AAAAAAAAApQ/FnXLADQ8Ph0/s320/IMG_0770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me. TaDa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484526144810694050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBzzeG7ItaI/AAAAAAAAA14/2fLNvXbu_zA/s320/IMG_0762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cessy &amp;amp; her gorgeous hair. As Alex would say, "Ugh I hate your hair... I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; your hair." He's so jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmAt1M8keI/AAAAAAAAApI/5xVVltuPzdo/s1600/IMG_0777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483555546164138466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmAt1M8keI/AAAAAAAAApI/5xVVltuPzdo/s320/IMG_0777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We played a few games of shuffleboard. I am not very good at shuffleboard. But my baby daddy did me proud! I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmAs2NiH7I/AAAAAAAAApA/IdjnSxcA_2c/s1600/IMG_0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483555529255165874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmAs2NiH7I/AAAAAAAAApA/IdjnSxcA_2c/s320/IMG_0781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenzie &amp;amp; Dexter. Adorableness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBl_mLfFXfI/AAAAAAAAAo4/MUVcL_Q-Etw/s1600/IMG_0794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483554315195211250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBl_mLfFXfI/AAAAAAAAAo4/MUVcL_Q-Etw/s320/IMG_0794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing mother elephant. Delightful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBl_lrhu46I/AAAAAAAAAow/VbYOBia4pLg/s1600/IMG_0804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483554306616386466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBl_lrhu46I/AAAAAAAAAow/VbYOBia4pLg/s320/IMG_0804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A heated game of ninja. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBl_lGVxQVI/AAAAAAAAAoo/g2lvWmJCfX0/s1600/IMG_0805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483554296634098002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBl_lGVxQVI/AAAAAAAAAoo/g2lvWmJCfX0/s320/IMG_0805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Defeat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBl_kUHTTYI/AAAAAAAAAog/NDBZRxCeoeM/s1600/IMG_0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483554283151641986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBl_kUHTTYI/AAAAAAAAAog/NDBZRxCeoeM/s320/IMG_0809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another heated game of ninja. My family thought it was a made up game. But would a made up game be this hilarious??!! Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBl7NeqyiYI/AAAAAAAAAoY/CLb3xGXlWIc/s1600/IMG_0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483549492801341826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBl7NeqyiYI/AAAAAAAAAoY/CLb3xGXlWIc/s320/IMG_0812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahhh Sebey &amp;amp; Cessy. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBl6qn1xo_I/AAAAAAAAAn4/1ReJx6sCItc/s1600/IMG_0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483548893967918066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBl6qn1xo_I/AAAAAAAAAn4/1ReJx6sCItc/s320/IMG_0835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another day at the beach. This time Dex had on his stunna shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484526133997941522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBzzdepLMxI/AAAAAAAAA1w/dDK_c6vEsjM/s320/IMG_0867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Devon had his stunna shades too! So sexy. Rawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBl6qB-PMAI/AAAAAAAAAnw/9SVDXO8RUXA/s1600/IMG_0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483548883802861570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBl6qB-PMAI/AAAAAAAAAnw/9SVDXO8RUXA/s320/IMG_0859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sandy toes. Ahh I could eat them up!! Omm Nom Nom (me making eating noises)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBl6pr59UGI/AAAAAAAAAno/NlqHMt1YaAo/s1600/IMG_0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483548877879332962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBl6pr59UGI/AAAAAAAAAno/NlqHMt1YaAo/s320/IMG_0864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Building sandcastles in the sand. Teamwork makes the dreamwork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBl6OsLaFrI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/MNcw90Ciwc0/s1600/IMG_0880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483548414096053938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBl6OsLaFrI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/MNcw90Ciwc0/s320/IMG_0880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Same but different. With their swimsuits and with ya know, genetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBl6NzyyDnI/AAAAAAAAAnI/CeYowHu0kyg/s1600/IMG_0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483548398960381554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBl6NzyyDnI/AAAAAAAAAnI/CeYowHu0kyg/s320/IMG_0881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashlii relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBl6NeAnV4I/AAAAAAAAAnA/StIfaehOIZk/s1600/IMG_0883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483548393112819586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBl6NeAnV4I/AAAAAAAAAnA/StIfaehOIZk/s320/IMG_0883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom &amp;amp; Dad relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBl5dzouBsI/AAAAAAAAAm4/cIcYr1AimGU/s1600/IMG_0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483547574284453570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBl5dzouBsI/AAAAAAAAAm4/cIcYr1AimGU/s320/IMG_0892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sebastian just trying to love on Dexter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBl5dDQ4vaI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2DyXJNFuEfg/s1600/IMG_0902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483547561299590562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBl5dDQ4vaI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2DyXJNFuEfg/s320/IMG_0902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family photos on the beach. Very windy. My hair wasn't actually styled that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBl5cTl-1EI/AAAAAAAAAmo/XhXZ1iEJbeE/s1600/IMG_0906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483547548503168066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBl5cTl-1EI/AAAAAAAAAmo/XhXZ1iEJbeE/s320/IMG_0906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Action shots. If my body language seems nervous, it most likely was. C'mon I'm a mother and Devon is just throwing my baby into the air. Ack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TAPO21WmNLI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/8XSNzyjC3LM/s1600/IMG_0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477449013242770610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TAPO21WmNLI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/8XSNzyjC3LM/s320/IMG_0962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who wore it best?? As you can see, Ashlii totally belted it. And Chelsea... did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TAPNhN43wII/AAAAAAAAAmI/iMqyfR1FZkM/s1600/IMG_0963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477447542360227970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TAPNhN43wII/AAAAAAAAAmI/iMqyfR1FZkM/s320/IMG_0963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back home and so exhausted from the traveling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maannn.... Now that was a blog post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To sum up, we had an awesome family vacation in Myrtle Beach. To quote the theme of the trip, we. made. it. work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make it work!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devy Girl&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;/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;/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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-3844250821564538933?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/3844250821564538933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=3844250821564538933&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/3844250821564538933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/3844250821564538933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2010/05/myrtle-beach-2010.html' title='Myrtle Beach 2010'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/TBmOA_DblaI/AAAAAAAAAxY/QGb6F4Aht0U/s72-c/IMG_0275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-5165164893596850720</id><published>2010-04-28T21:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:52:09.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>they grow up so fast...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I can't believe it, I can't believe it... My baby is already 4 months old! Now let me assure you, I have plenty, plenty, PLENTY (I'm serious) of pictures featuring our awesome guy but blogging be hard so I just uploaded the ones that show how old he really is... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465394227288652818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S9j7F8MCvBI/AAAAAAAAAj4/91MY_inUoFQ/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;3 months old! See, the sign says "3 months old!"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465394234188020066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S9j7GV4-uWI/AAAAAAAAAkA/QY3ejjtQ-u4/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now in this picture I really wanted to capture the fact that he is 3 months... Using my fancy new camera I really emphasized it and I think it really captured my unique vision. Plus the lighting was just breathtaking no?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465394785686796530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S9j7mcYiOPI/AAAAAAAAAkI/rjR18--KL1c/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;These are the "4 months old!" pictures. Dexter loved that sign so much he started making out with it....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465394795622037138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S9j7nBZR9pI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/LWZwFW12cY8/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And then he realized his mom and dad were taking pictures of him and Dex was all, "hey you caught/interrupted me.. not cool."&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S9j7npgXa8I/AAAAAAAAAkY/uXiJuGE2B9Y/s1600/Cailey%27s+Camera+547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465394806389173186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S9j7npgXa8I/AAAAAAAAAkY/uXiJuGE2B9Y/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But then he was like, "ya know what, I'm cool with it. This is happening!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh man I thought I was done but I feel that I can upload a few more.... Here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465399149250815794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S9j_kb7RJzI/AAAAAAAAAk4/NsR5ffReymI/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+559.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Awwwww... My two guys just chillaxing and watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465399137553137314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S9j_jwWUvqI/AAAAAAAAAkw/IKRky8E9Bek/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Happy!  Yay!  Ahhh!  Giggle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465399128370608530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S9j_jOJCeZI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Z9sGukXkSOg/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dexter is his fancy, handsome church clothes..  Complete with cuff links...  That's classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465399135529117778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S9j_jozwqFI/AAAAAAAAAko/4fBujbaAvVo/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Wha?  Ruh Roh!  What happened to his shirt?!  This is what we like to call "sexy dexy."  Woo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Isn't he just the cutest!?!  We sure enjoy him.  I mean he's only in the other room, a few feet away, and I miss him right now.  I am just stupid in love with that kid!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alright, this has taken me almost an hour to do so Tonksy out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-5165164893596850720?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/5165164893596850720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=5165164893596850720&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/5165164893596850720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/5165164893596850720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2010/04/they-grow-up-so-fast.html' title='they grow up so fast...'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S9j7F8MCvBI/AAAAAAAAAj4/91MY_inUoFQ/s72-c/Cailey%27s+Camera+415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-8554133980608550850</id><published>2010-03-10T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:51:51.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeing your pants is cool....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So two weekends ago all the Madsen girls went on a vacay to California. It was a blast! Us women doing what we do best... We shopped, we ate, we met famous people, we yoga-ed, we peed our pants... Wait WHA?!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449082115628010034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S58HUE3xCjI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/dpkzpfbszgc/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our first night there we ate at The Chart House. &lt;em&gt;Classy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449082070694235794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S58HRdeuDpI/AAAAAAAAAiw/jfg_eUY-KdE/s320/CIMG2606%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I made out with that oatmeal. I don't care who knows it. I mean it was &lt;em&gt;creme brulee oatmeal&lt;/em&gt;. (I'm using the italic font to really get my point across... Is it &lt;em&gt;working?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449082076231633618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S58HRyG8CtI/AAAAAAAAAi4/gRgRE_coWV8/s320/CIMG2631%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ahmmmmmm.... Cheesecake...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449083512039805602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S58IlW6SEqI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Zg-w-QRLbJo/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yoga! I don't know what this pose is called.. But it is carazy! And not real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449083538526573922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S58Im5lOFWI/AAAAAAAAAjo/2fPS7EZb9n4/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh just me and &lt;em&gt;Nicole Richie!!&lt;/em&gt; Yes my head is as big as her body. I could put her in my pocket!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449082098204460210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S58HTD9qxLI/AAAAAAAAAjI/m7iMNSP0IVQ/s320/CIMG2655%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Trying on hats with my best girlfriends. Woo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449082092666361650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S58HSvVSFzI/AAAAAAAAAjA/IQR0TSaRXPo/s320/CIMG2635%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ashlii peed her pants. Just thinking about it makes my heart sing. Mostly because she was running and had to actually stop, crouch down, and focus on not peeing her pants. But then Ces pushed her and obviously she lost her focus. It's ok Ash-hole, it happens. Not to me, but it happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449083526044874338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S58ImLFWdmI/AAAAAAAAAjg/HgsThErnzGw/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Proof we were really in Cali. The beach. Be-rootiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that was a few tidbits from our glorious trip. Thanks to all my girls for such a good time. Holla!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course I was uber excited to get home to my two guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S58InUY6vOI/AAAAAAAAAjw/QRpNnJELQJQ/s1600-h/Cailey%27s+Camera+489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449083545722731746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S58InUY6vOI/AAAAAAAAAjw/QRpNnJELQJQ/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahhhhh.... Look at them! That picture, like Ashlii peeing her pants, just makes my heart sing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway.... Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-8554133980608550850?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/8554133980608550850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=8554133980608550850&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/8554133980608550850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/8554133980608550850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2010/03/peeing-your-pants-is-cool.html' title='Peeing your pants is cool....'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S58HUE3xCjI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/dpkzpfbszgc/s72-c/Cailey%27s+Camera+506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-2336443127723801120</id><published>2010-02-20T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:33:45.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh.  My.  Ga…  Get ready for me to freak your freak.  These past 2 1/2 months I have been taking pictures like mad of my lil Dex and it ain’t gonna stop any time soon.  Especially since I am getting my new camera, a Canon Rebel oohlala, in the mail this week.  I’m totally going to become a photographer so if you or anyone you know would like a family session please inquire soon cuz I’m booking up fast!!  Not really.  I’m just going to take pictures of my dashing, darling Dexter.  For now enjoy these pictures from my small yet gets the job done digital camera.  Oh and also ones I stole from my mom and Devs mom.  Thanks guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440529915497991234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S4ClIgskzEI/AAAAAAAAAh4/0wx22Gp0dis/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dexter in his newsies cap.  Carrying the banner at one day old.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440528381671723730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S4CjvOv5UtI/AAAAAAAAAgw/mbTGiz3nVxk/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dex in his cute outfit from his grandparents.  Just having a ‘whale’ of a time.  Oh lol.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440526397133951010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S4Ch7txOECI/AAAAAAAAAgg/KSMaYPA7MNg/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dex &amp;amp; Dad all ready for church.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S4ClyHFjU7I/AAAAAAAAAig/dHdLuXF4mso/s1600-h/Cailey%27s+Camera+385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440530630177936306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S4ClyHFjU7I/AAAAAAAAAig/dHdLuXF4mso/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dex &amp;amp; Dad all done with church and taking a nap.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440530621787066322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S4Clxn1Az9I/AAAAAAAAAiY/AZKVGYF9Dno/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+463.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Dexter &amp;amp; Mom.  Look at those chubby cheeks.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440530611260652914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S4ClxAnUfXI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Qf0O_a3gllk/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our first night out sans Dexter.  We went to a piano bar.  It was carazy!  Refer to my sister’s blog for all the haps of that night.  There were lesbians making out right in front of us!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440530598136791538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S4ClwPuWQfI/AAAAAAAAAiA/XOb8TCMZSJ4/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh this was actually our first night sans Dexter.  My bad.  We went to a Rolling Stones cover band.  It was glorious once everyone in the audience was drunk and dancing in the aisles.  Ow!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440526405738694338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S4Ch8N0wBsI/AAAAAAAAAgo/kP7t978snFM/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dex &amp;amp; Mom all ready for church.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440528403674558530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S4Cjwgtx8EI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Wz0Jjx-LpPM/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Devon giving his boy a smooch.  Dexter was alright with it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440526376678134738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S4Ch6hkLE9I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/YBabB6VJfRY/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;About to take a bath.  Look at that chunk.  He’s awesome.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440529893303842994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S4ClHOBE-LI/AAAAAAAAAhg/I9Xl9mkauXg/s320/PIC8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The badonkatonks on Dexters blessing day!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440528414844346610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S4CjxKU3YPI/AAAAAAAAAhI/It6sj3xg0p0/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Madsen family on Dexs blessing day.  Notice Stone &amp;amp; Sebastian.  I love this picture so much because they hate this picture so much.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440528396160611106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S4CjwEuUMyI/AAAAAAAAAg4/NQ7j538eqVc/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Tonks family on Dexs blessing day.  All came from California to share this joyous occasion.  It was wonderful!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440530602694242002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S4Clwgs7btI/AAAAAAAAAiI/mt1hcU3ZuNo/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All the grandkids of the Madsen clan.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440529889027890434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S4ClG-FnHQI/AAAAAAAAAhY/xntvmYcYAu4/s320/PIC6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dexter with his cousin Tysen.  They’re gonna be best of friends and also, I have a feeling, beat the crap out of each other.  Boys will be boys.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440528422354316274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S4CjxmTYa_I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/PjUbhJPR8Yw/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dexter in his “Burt Reynolds” pose.  He knows how to work a camera.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440529904141886818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S4ClH2ZEZWI/AAAAAAAAAho/jJN7xcgXEiw/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The day he got his 2 month shots in those meaty legs.  That chunk is in the 90th percentile for weight.  Mamas so proud.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440529914826592418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S4ClIeMgEKI/AAAAAAAAAhw/tKZVnncuesU/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;His valentine’s gift from a secret admirer.  Such a hot shot.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440526386288163490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S4Ch7FXYeqI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BWp0RV0Iy0M/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The photo speaks for itself.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440526367922022850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S4Ch6A8jacI/AAAAAAAAAgI/2MrVKScqoBc/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As does this one.  But look how happy he is to be 2 months old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have so many more photos but I want to hang out with my guys and watch our shows (loving the Bachelor and we don't care who knows it!!) so I'll leave you all with this adorable video.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5a5211fb32ddeb1c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5a5211fb32ddeb1c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331696175%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D320FC9ADCDEC1A62FA1D566CEF17A1819F4E0D9F.7867E264D28FB6DFC25DF0E3BC4EF759E7EEB0BE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5a5211fb32ddeb1c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dv1iem0pOd8VuqIbL6U87DAe0UsA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5a5211fb32ddeb1c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331696175%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D320FC9ADCDEC1A62FA1D566CEF17A1819F4E0D9F.7867E264D28FB6DFC25DF0E3BC4EF759E7EEB0BE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5a5211fb32ddeb1c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dv1iem0pOd8VuqIbL6U87DAe0UsA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-2336443127723801120?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2336443127723801120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=2336443127723801120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/2336443127723801120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/2336443127723801120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/S4ClIgskzEI/AAAAAAAAAh4/0wx22Gp0dis/s72-c/Cailey%27s+Camera+435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-3208277269125690006</id><published>2009-12-21T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T13:55:42.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dexter Alan Tonks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahhhh!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The badonkatonkas are badonkaPARENTS! That's right, we've got ourselves a lil badonkababy and he is adorable! Here's the lowdown...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dexter Alan Tonks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Born December 16th (1 week early, he's so prompt!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 pds. 11 oz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20 1/2 inches long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;freakin adorable! (those were the dr.'s words, I swear!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now onto the pictures. So. Many. Pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told ya that after I had baby, this blog would turn into his shrine.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417778023062890882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sy_QaEiU6YI/AAAAAAAAAdA/r2iv-5ilhOE/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Just the 3 of us. Mommy, Daddy, and Dexter Alan. Look at Devons watery eyes, isn't he the cutest daddy ever! Like my sister said in her blog, he bawled just like his newborn child.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417780464256934034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sy_SoKsV4JI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/qdsLrlwfvc8/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All cleaned up.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417780454606253186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sy_SnmvcLII/AAAAAAAAAeI/OvyxMakC-3g/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Just chillaxin.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417778033216566514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sy_QaqXJtPI/AAAAAAAAAdI/8ecJPAC4cEc/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dex and his Grammy Linda.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417778042054177842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sy_QbLSM9DI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ZeE2qFBezuI/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dexter and cool Uncle Grandpa Ted.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417780446931565570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sy_SnKJpvAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/PaTbFz4IU9o/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;His Auntie Chelshea.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417778888795994050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sy_RMdpLt8I/AAAAAAAAAdo/9gLU89i0zpU/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;With Uncle Zach and Aunt Ces.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417778869921646930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sy_RLXVMCVI/AAAAAAAAAdY/fmb3GVmCr4s/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dexter and Ashlii.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417778880445288898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sy_RL-iOEcI/AAAAAAAAAdg/xwmqoFboykc/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cam &amp;amp; Jen with baby.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417784769237658562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sy_Wiv_uq8I/AAAAAAAAAfo/EhkD2Oyu8Gg/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Liz and Dex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My friend Katie came to visit too, but I was sort of outta it and thought she was the nurse for a while, therefore I did not take her picture. Sorry Kt.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417780473603682754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sy_Sotgx8cI/AAAAAAAAAeY/4lyNEq45gtk/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dexter and Daddy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417778021751718546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sy_QZ_puApI/AAAAAAAAAc4/IMv_L0UhN4w/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Awww my two boys. So great.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417780476785608610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sy_So5XaR6I/AAAAAAAAAeg/W_m29wDq20s/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dexter in his going home outfit. He was not okay with it at first.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417781499363955970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sy_TkaxFlQI/AAAAAAAAAew/k_3nSxcjxDM/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Getting ready to go home!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417781505485429890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sy_Tkxkj3II/AAAAAAAAAe4/2NNirKnCA0g/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All bundled up in his cute carseat.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417781494878648450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sy_TkKDtOII/AAAAAAAAAeo/fOeJQ6a37BM/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cousin Tessa came to visit. She was really overwhelmed but excited to finally meet Dexter. She's been wondering when he was gonna "come alive".&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417778890879309682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sy_RMlZ4l3I/AAAAAAAAAdw/bhHqJx4unL0/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dexter and Uncle Coleman.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417781519352220482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sy_TllOqS0I/AAAAAAAAAfI/Me1n-QwZISM/s320/DSC01206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was after we gave Dex a bath. Isn't his bathrobe cute?! Thanks Kaitlyn. He loves it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417778011797222498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sy_QZakYdGI/AAAAAAAAAcw/bKF4VP_MEHE/s320/DSC01208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dexter and Mommy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417784749534927602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sy_WhmmO2vI/AAAAAAAAAfY/wR20ISBLaF4/s320/DSC01207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look at his face. Dex is all like "what is my mom doing?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417792337087544962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sy_dbQbvvoI/AAAAAAAAAf4/bUylW52iEC8/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Like father, like son.  Devon teaching Dex how to play Call of Duty.  Yeah, it's the game where you can be a terrorist.  Mama's so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sy_WiIdyofI/AAAAAAAAAfg/zN1UNVbsk-0/s1600-h/Cailey%27s+Camera+340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417784758626329074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sy_WiIdyofI/AAAAAAAAAfg/zN1UNVbsk-0/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But seriously, Dexter was pretty into it.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417781514876194578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sy_TlUjfjxI/AAAAAAAAAfA/UkQChQ_cPWs/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+336.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Look how relaxed he is.  Living the easy life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417778900207390514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sy_RNIJ3zzI/AAAAAAAAAd4/mItJKuiqnWI/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+286.jpg" border="0" /&gt; His "blue steel" look.  Nailed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417784777095979522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sy_WjNRTIgI/AAAAAAAAAfw/hOjKfH7DDSY/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And finally a close up of the most adorable, the most darling lil' Dexter.  He totally has a chin dimple so we know he's going to be a smartie.  Or an amazing actor, such as the likes of Mr. John Travolta.  Also a chin dimpled man.&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;That's out little Dexter Alan.  We love him so much and have really enjoyed having him around.  Best christmas present ever.  That's including my Polly Pocket world I got one christmas, which was pretty awesome.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to the world baby Dexter!!!  Mommy and Daddy love you so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devy Girl  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-3208277269125690006?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/3208277269125690006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=3208277269125690006&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/3208277269125690006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/3208277269125690006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2009/12/dexter-alan-tonks.html' title='Dexter Alan Tonks'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sy_QaEiU6YI/AAAAAAAAAdA/r2iv-5ilhOE/s72-c/Cailey%27s+Camera+314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-2961759480491619290</id><published>2009-11-24T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T14:41:33.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well HELLO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just thought I'd do a lil bloggin before baby comes.  Look over @ my baby ticker ----&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only 15 more days to go!  Jigga wha?!  That means only like 50 days til I actually blog about his birth.  Sorry bloggin is oh so difficult for the badonktonkas.  Sad face.  Harumph. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I'll try to make this blog post up right nice.  Here are some pics...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407811099280021458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SwxniwEAF9I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/g8F4vkl7q_s/s320/baby2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;I had a friends shower a few weeks ago.  It was awesomely amazing!  Here's the whole group.  Just me and my best girlfriends.  Woo!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407811114123605298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SwxnjnW_NTI/AAAAAAAAAbg/PiJ8_5wmkng/s320/baby4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;This is me pregnant.  That shirt is very flowy so it adds like 10 pounds.  Plus ya know how they say "the camera adds 10 pounds".  So in all, that's about 20 pounds of optical illusions.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407811103794691730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SwxnjA4YfpI/AAAAAAAAAbY/U_9nCuufiUw/s320/baby3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;This is another picture from my shower.  These are the girls who stayed for the after party.  Holla!  Great times.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407811116871165234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SwxnjxmDpTI/AAAAAAAAAbo/3L68K3u_088/s320/baby5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;I had a family/friends shower too and it was also awesomely amazing.  This is me opening presents.  So exciting!  Ahhh!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407811122292968802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SwxnkFytzWI/AAAAAAAAAbw/xoeDbqvMfd8/s320/baby1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;My sweet mother got my baby his blessing outfit.  Isn't it j'adorable?  Yeah after he gets blessed I plan on using various pieces of that outfit in his everyday wardrobe.  I mean can you just imagine how cute that vest would be with some jeans?!  Oh for crying out loud!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sx66fHL8iGI/AAAAAAAAAco/xGOprw0JHjE/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412968845813778530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sx66fHL8iGI/AAAAAAAAAco/xGOprw0JHjE/s320/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The badonkatonkas @ our wonderful thanksgiving dinner.  It was at the Grand America and it. was. delicious.  That's us with a cream puff swan!  Yes I ate that whole thing.  Baby wanted it and what my baby wants my baby gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412968829892220274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sx66eL381XI/AAAAAAAAAcY/-iDAbSmLH8I/s320/Picture+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My lovely parents who took us to this grand feast.  Ahh love em so much!  They also took us to see New Moon afterwards.  My dad loved it.  And by loved, I mean hated.  And by my dad I mean all of us.  I'm Team The Blind Side starring Sandra Bullock.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sx66ekOn6sI/AAAAAAAAAcg/a2kisY-klvU/s1600-h/Picture+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412968836429769410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Sx66ekOn6sI/AAAAAAAAAcg/a2kisY-klvU/s320/Picture+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is us in front of an exquisite gingerbread house.  Now remember I just ate a huge thanksgiving feast so my belly not only contains a regular baby, but a "food baby" as well.  But isn't my hubby oh so cute.  I pray everynight that baby will inherit his incredible locks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... those are the only pictures we have from the last month.  Not even kidding.  We don't take many pictures.  But we did get a camcorder on black Friday so get ready for some youtube inspired videos!  We've already taped spoofs of "Charlie bit my finger" and "David after Dentist". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Devy Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3350444642745368663-2961759480491619290?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2961759480491619290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=2961759480491619290&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/2961759480491619290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/2961759480491619290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-well-hello-only-15-more-days-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SwxniwEAF9I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/g8F4vkl7q_s/s72-c/baby2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-5883654137533298920</id><published>2009-11-06T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:22:14.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Happening.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you afraid?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401119953535666370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SvSh-zvEiMI/AAAAAAAAAao/fTkEGmxdPTU/s320/Picture+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't be!  It's just the badonkatonkas bloggin again!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The above pic is my hot hubby in his halloween costume.  He just had to had to HAD TO be Edward from Twilight.  As you can see we went a lil crazy with the white makeup.  And ya can't tell in the pic but we used my craft glitter spray all over his chest...  Luckily he didn't break out in hives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, here are some random pics from the past few months.  Not a whole lot of them cuz I don't take pictures much.  My bad.  That's gonna really change once we have our baby, I just know it.  You'll be begging me to stop showing all the pics, but prob not because our baby is gonna be awesome!  Not just awesome, he's gonna be awww-a whole bunch.  (That's from HIMYM if you didn't get it..  If you didn't get it, I suggest you start watching HIMYM.)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Svj96BxWmDI/AAAAAAAAAbI/2dUrR8-N7K4/s1600-h/Cailey%27s+Camera+223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402346926380587058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Svj96BxWmDI/AAAAAAAAAbI/2dUrR8-N7K4/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my brother Cole and I having a dance off in robot 'stumes.  I won.  Domo Arigato.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Svj95qutArI/AAAAAAAAAbA/TSAHtFN2frg/s1600-h/Cailey%27s+Camera+246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402346920195457714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Svj95qutArI/AAAAAAAAAbA/TSAHtFN2frg/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got new outfits for church so that calls for a photo sesh.  We really loved our new tights.  TJ Maxx in St. George knows what is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Svj95QazBxI/AAAAAAAAAa4/m6SBPLMDrHY/s1600-h/OCTOBER_056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402346913132644114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Svj95QazBxI/AAAAAAAAAa4/m6SBPLMDrHY/s320/OCTOBER_056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is from Simpable Things.  We gots ourselves some liquid leggins' ow!  We love holding up each others legs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401119929611451234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SvSh9anF-2I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/QyLwGJ3THxU/s320/Picture+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Simpable Things again.  Devon didn't have his 'uniform' on yet.  Here you can kinda see my ever growing belly.  We were making a heart with our hands over it.  Ah we heart my belly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Svj8kQSR9oI/AAAAAAAAAaw/cMJUyogiyUc/s1600-h/8527_157787336697_715331697_2599556_4577225_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402345452808042114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/Svj8kQSR9oI/AAAAAAAAAaw/cMJUyogiyUc/s320/8527_157787336697_715331697_2599556_4577225_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took a trip down to California cuz Devon's bro Dallin had his homecoming talk AND our new lil nephew Tysen had his baby blessing.  The Tonks' know how to conveniently plan events.  What a good looking bunch all in our Sunday best! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401119931355245298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SvSh9hG2KvI/AAAAAAAAAaY/VklyXO5hcW8/s320/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Devon &amp;amp; Sebastian just having a laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401119947198918498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SvSh-cIRb2I/AAAAAAAAAag/xQEcf2H9LGg/s320/Picture+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Badonkatonkas being silly.  Ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, that's all the pictures I have.  Hope they were enjoyed by the 8 of you that read this.  Devon doesn't have a Hills update becuase &lt;em&gt;gasp&lt;/em&gt; he doesn't watch it anymore.  I know!!  He just really misses L.C.  Don't we all Devy, don't we all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devy Girl&lt;br /&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/3350444642745368663-5883654137533298920?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/5883654137533298920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=5883654137533298920&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/5883654137533298920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/5883654137533298920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-happening.html' title='This Is Happening.....'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SvSh-zvEiMI/AAAAAAAAAao/fTkEGmxdPTU/s72-c/Picture+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-7284073995672915265</id><published>2009-08-11T18:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:10:17.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The results are in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368873933524081762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SoISZaOOnGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/inc5duOJmOE/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have a weiner!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's right!  The badonkatonkas are having ourselves a lil baby badonka BOY!  We were a tad surprised because all the old wives tales and that Chinese gender predictor all pointed to girl (stupid Chinese, stick with technology &amp;amp; lo mein) but are so happy that we'll be having a lil guy to add to our amazing family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can not wait for this to come out of me in 4 months....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368873942512901906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SoISZ7tVHxI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/maGMXu67ojU/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;'Ello Mommy!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously though, he better have that great head of hair.  I mean look at those luscious locks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And check out all the handsome clothes he's already got!  My mom got me a lil "starter kit" for badonkababy and could you just die?!  I mean for crying out loud how cute are these clothes?!  Thanks Mom for helping my baby look uber fashionable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368873949413225490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SoISaVaftBI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Z5O9nK4tPUI/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yippee!  Hooray!  A baby boy!  Ahhh we are so excited to meet him, he's gonna be awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SoISbIL41gI/AAAAAAAAAaI/4H3_tT8dfXY/s1600-h/Cailey%27s+Camera+202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368873963042166274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SoISbIL41gI/AAAAAAAAAaI/4H3_tT8dfXY/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-7284073995672915265?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/7284073995672915265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=7284073995672915265&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/7284073995672915265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/7284073995672915265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2009/08/results-are-in.html' title='The results are in...'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SoISZaOOnGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/inc5duOJmOE/s72-c/Cailey%27s+Camera+210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-882818056206303362</id><published>2009-08-06T11:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:51:55.318-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a theme for the baby's nursery...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Do you love it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366901027794192802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SnsQDLpaCaI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/c103yBXppUc/s320/0804hills_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366901029250339938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SnsQDRElFGI/AAAAAAAAAZY/tJHd2flzrzM/s320/0804hills_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366901034498137762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SnsQDknwHqI/AAAAAAAAAZg/vIZ3NZ1H3Qk/s320/0804hills_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366901037639795650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SnsQDwUyA8I/AAAAAAAAAZo/-kMSkkWyZpg/s320/200905_with_friends_like_these_02th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes.  Pastel potraits of the cast of "The Hills" in their most distraught moments.  I plan on painting the baby's room flesh colored of course, to go with Spencer's flesh colored beard.  And then I will stencil the babe's room with the most precious quotes from past episodes such as "Change my life, try" and "Homeboy wore boots to the beach" ya know stuff that will really help my child grow and learn.  Okay I'm not really doing that, but seriously how much do you love these paintings?  Don't worry I've already contacted the artist to tell her thank you for bringing these into my life and asking where I can buy them.  Cross your fingers she replies soon.  Lil Devy's happiness just got a whole lot awesomier.  When I showed him these, he immediately went into art connoisseur mode saying how each piece intricately captures the emotion of the character, right down to the black mascara tear on Lauren's cheek.  So incredible.  Anyway, here is a &lt;a href="http://chscott.ecuad.ca/exhibitions/200905_with_friends_like_these.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; if you'd like to know more about the wonderfulness that are these potraits.  Like I said earlier, change my life... try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Devy Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  We find out the sex of the baby in 5 days!  Who wants to guess what it'll be.  You have a 50% chance of being right.  Winner gets to come eat lunch with us in the hospital cafeteria after our appt.  Yes, that's a huge honor, not because it's with us, but because that food is incredible.  I might just go have lunch there today.  I'm crazy like that.  Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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/3350444642745368663-882818056206303362?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/882818056206303362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=882818056206303362&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/882818056206303362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/882818056206303362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-theme-for-babys-nursery.html' title='I have a theme for the baby&apos;s nursery...'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SnsQDLpaCaI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/c103yBXppUc/s72-c/0804hills_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-6523699156125654466</id><published>2009-06-27T12:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T11:50:57.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Blog Post Batman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ooooh boy. I haven't blogged in 4eva, so get ready to see some stuff cuz the badonkatonkas have had a fairly busy few weeks. We're too awesome! Lots o great pictures down below. Here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352069838951493794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZfKXvJMKI/AAAAAAAAAV0/3U0dacP3fTY/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Dev &amp;amp; Caiz waiting in line to go see Ben Kweller. I bet you thought the store in the background has some significance but it doesn't. Sorry to burst your bubble. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352069845113387762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZfKusQOvI/AAAAAAAAAV8/2-BR5iNc0mY/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Devon waiting at the concert taking a picture with what he thought was a boy. Or did he think it was a girl? We weren't quite sure of the gender. You be the judge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352069847868488274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZfK49HulI/AAAAAAAAAWE/9JZSix_UzOQ/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We got slap bracelets. Ch-ch-ch check it. So 1997.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352069855640338066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZfLV6EvpI/AAAAAAAAAWM/iJW9QJkRqUE/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This picture is a lil carazy but I'll have you notice that good ol' BK is holding his child Dwayne Keller. He came out for a 2nd encore and played BINGO while his son (who is like 3 years old) played the drums. It was awesomely adorable. Or adorably awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352069865929678370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZfL8PPniI/AAAAAAAAAWU/a7r9mJKlx-U/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Devon in a cupcake apron. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352071708812473266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZg3Ngvc7I/AAAAAAAAAW8/G5o0Q7lUTNc/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ces needed to drain the pineapples but hated the fact that it just goes to waste in the sink. So Devon offered up his mouth. Pineapple juice unwasted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352071704322038258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZg28yI2fI/AAAAAAAAAW0/kDuAf-7Lw4I/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here's a close up. Yes she really poured most of that pineapple juice in Dev's mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352071700611345554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZg2u9cLJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/qNcVgY2jpAE/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So my parents were in charge of the food at youth conference and it was at Camp Williams so the theme was ARMY! That's my dad getting pretty into it. Sargent Ted. He also had an apron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352071692034444626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZg2PAjDVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/U6WaMtFDiGY/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Stone &amp;amp; Sebastian helping with the deco at youth conference. We put tape on their heads. Stone didn't believe, he had to take a look himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352071685377463010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZg12NZkuI/AAAAAAAAAWc/o_Qbi1jkI4w/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Devon trying on all my dad's army gear. Notice the apron now into the mix, and also a full on camo shirt. Naturally we made him go outside and blend into the greenery so we can try to find him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352072294136186274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZhZSAyhaI/AAAAAAAAAXk/kgLsmccZwQo/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And we finally did after 5 minutes. He's behind that bush. I could hear his voice so I just shot in that direction. I couldn't actually see him... Good camo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352072293293475426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZhZO33xmI/AAAAAAAAAXc/qfdyuiM3iqA/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We finally found him so Stone &amp;amp; I attacked him while Tessa watched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352072287074596642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZhY3tLNyI/AAAAAAAAAXU/BOqxPZNZagY/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Just being silly. Ahhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352072278647095922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZhYYT5wnI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wKpldzWQHWw/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Again, being silly. This time we were able to figure out the flash on my camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now onto what has been going on quite recently. The Utah Arts Festival! My dad is like Mr. Arts Fest and has been for like 20 years. All the Madsen kids help count the money and boy do we have a good time. I've got pictures to prove it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352072275554043778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZhYMydh4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/eYq0efCZLRk/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The sisters in our matching shirts, flashing our all access passes. I'm sure both my sisters will have a picture very similar to this one on their blogs because we made my brother take the pic like 5 times. Thanks Cam. Yes we also have matching tie dye headbands. I mean it is the &lt;em&gt;Arts&lt;/em&gt; Festival. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352074398722188738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZjTyNMZcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/WRnA2LGEX3U/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Madsen girls making the first deposits of the day. We just had to document it mainly because Cam was sick of taking pictures. Hehe classic Cam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352074394042545650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZjTgxetfI/AAAAAAAAAYE/QvpWRueTKl8/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ces was pretending to flick rubber bands at Cam and he was scared. It. Was. Funny. But you know what was even more funny? When I lifted my hand to fix my hair and he flinched like you wouldn't believe. He hates rubber bands and me fixing my hair apparently. Hehe classic Cam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352074393605422258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZjTfJQvLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/rVL3Qv7y9IE/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Chelsea wanted Cam to go get her a diet coke but he didn't so she was all "Oh Cam you are such a D Bag" and then he found a deposit bag that said "D Bag" so we documented the two D Bags side by side. Hehe, say it with me, classic Cam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oooh oooh this is a great story. So since my dad is Mr. Arts Fest, he gets to wear a colored shirt while all of us little people only get to wear the white shirts. Cam has always been his "number 2" or "assistant to Ted Masen (the name on my dads all access pass)" for who knows how long! All Cam has ever wanted was to be able to wear that colored shirt but each year it never happens. Well look who waltzed in with a green shirt.... Cecily! Granted it was my dad's extra one because this is a 4 day event and it's gross to wear the same shirt every day but she got to feel what it was like to be green, not white. So naturally, she bumped herself up to my dad's "number 2." Here's some pictures to show she means business! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352074379716119202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZjSrZyyqI/AAAAAAAAAXs/REJA0LVZ7j0/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Cecily reprimanded Cameron while my Dad proudly beams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352074976517667746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZj1aqXu6I/AAAAAAAAAY0/aL1w5jllHyk/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is my dad (in the green) with Cecily (in the green) and in the back is Cam (not in the green) with his head down. Oh how he just wanted a colored shirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352074384011238610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZjS7Z1HNI/AAAAAAAAAX0/9XeK2IjISZM/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Number 2! Hehe Jk Cam. You'll get that green shirt one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352074954070551906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZj0HCj7WI/AAAAAAAAAYc/5XDui__C7Y0/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ooh ooh now this is another great story. There were wheelchairs in the room we were stationed in so Dev &amp;amp; Cole decided to murderball! Yeah MURDERBALL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352074950662173154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZjz6V8MeI/AAAAAAAAAYU/5ZTIS_1O5Mc/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then Devon was all "look I can balance on the wheels" but really his foot was on a box in front of him. Cole really thought he was balancing and he would not be upstaged! So Cole tried to balance as well, and it did not go over as planned. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352075349475949922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZkLICjfWI/AAAAAAAAAZE/7pIrB8X68ks/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Cole on the ground after he fell backwards. We all laughed for a few minutes and took pictures. Then we did the appropriate thing and asked if he was okay. It was great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352075339388725154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZkKidkp6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/t4ugav7wUKE/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+188.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Devon to the rescue!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZj04RbIFI/AAAAAAAAAYs/syjvwJIDh3k/s1600-h/Cailey%27s+Camera+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352074967286227026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZj04RbIFI/AAAAAAAAAYs/syjvwJIDh3k/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the girls again. Do you notice something on my forehead? No? Well then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352074961979315330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZj0kgKFII/AAAAAAAAAYk/TTVzjahY9b4/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here's a closeup. Cecily thought I was a check so she endorsed me with the UAF stamp. It was after midnight so I didn't see it coming. I'm usually so quick on my toes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow. That was a big post. I'm exhausted. Welp, until another 3 weeks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. I have a feelin there's gonna be a huge gap yet again. I do apologize. If any of you have a "blogging for dummies" book, I need it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously, there is a HUGE space between the end of this post and where you can leave comments.. So just because you can't see it yet doesn't mean the comment section isn't there. Please feel free to share your thoughts. Even the haters. I think I can take it... Although I must remind you I am pregnant and I can't believe you would dare to leave a hateful comment to a pregnant woman. Hehe I just wanted to remind everyone that I'm pregnant. We've got names picked out. I think they are awesome, Dev's still on the fence with a few. Apparently Usher Jennifer Hudson Tonks doesn't scream our baby. Hehe jk, that's from The Office. Alright, that should clear up some of the gap. Grr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Update...  Chelsea told me how to fix the gap.  Tada!  And also, Ben Kweller's son is named Dorian, not Dwayne.  My bad.  Thanks again Chelshea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-6523699156125654466?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/6523699156125654466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=6523699156125654466&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/6523699156125654466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/6523699156125654466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2009/06/holy-blog-post-batman.html' title='Holy Blog Post Batman!'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SkZfKXvJMKI/AAAAAAAAAV0/3U0dacP3fTY/s72-c/Cailey%27s+Camera+138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-6365328726625380000</id><published>2009-06-05T09:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:45:07.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to go to there...</title><content type='html'>So this is a giveaway shout out!  Hey oh!  Grosgrain is giving away a fabulous dress from Shabby Apple and I want it!  Here's the link that I must put on my blog so you can all go to there too and see the fabulousness of this dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/05/shabby-apple-marseilles-dress-guest.html"&gt;http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/05/shabby-apple-marseilles-dress-guest.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will soon have a pregnant belly or as my sisters hope I will be fat everywhere and never be able to get rid of it (aww so sweet) but this dress will totally be my leather pants (Friends reference, love that Pheebs) that I will be determined to fit into once my lil one is born.  So fingers crossed eh?  Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Devy Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-6365328726625380000?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/6365328726625380000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=6365328726625380000&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/6365328726625380000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/6365328726625380000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-to-go-to-there.html' title='I want to go to there...'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-4808148034174011991</id><published>2009-06-03T10:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:40:29.525-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's right.  Now that I have my baby ticker countdowns, it's legit.  We're seriously having a baby!  See, proof, over to the right -------&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh man, get ready for baby talk galore...  Everytime I write Lil Devy now, it's gonna be Widdle Devy cuz I'm practing for ya know, baby talk.  Jk my blog will still be profound and all that hoopla, but it's gonna be all about babies...  or the roller derby, which we are going to this weekend.  It's a double header!!  Go Dirty Pirate Hooker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S.  I'm a celebrity get me out of here was gonna be our new discussion topic since Speidi was on it...  But now they're gone... and widdle Devy's a widdle angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-4808148034174011991?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/4808148034174011991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=4808148034174011991&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/4808148034174011991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/4808148034174011991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official....'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-817842369852093194</id><published>2009-05-24T22:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:46:45.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The badonkatonkas are going to have.... a baby!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's right.  I am pregnant and proud of it!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/ShoefJTwOPI/AAAAAAAAAVs/BRuHnJrd25E/s1600-h/815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339613828624693490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/ShoefJTwOPI/AAAAAAAAAVs/BRuHnJrd25E/s320/815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a picture of us with the pregnancy tests (yes, I took about 5) so I could make a cute scrapbook page for my mom for mother's day.  It was so clever, I wrote a lil poem and everything!  But I got so nervous that one of my family members would come to my house, use my computer, open up my pictures and out of the 800+ that I have they would find the aforementioned pregnancy test pics and know I was prego sooner than I wanted them to, so I deleted them faster than you could say baby!  But if you're ever at my parents house, take a looksy @ the scrapbook pages and you might cry it's so darn clever/cute.  Anyway, so I chose the next best pic to post which is the Mr. and Mrs. on the happiest day of our lives.  Now when we have our lil girl or guy I think it's safe to say that on the list of happiest days, we will have to bump the wedding day to a close 2nd.  We are beyond thrilled and so friggin excited to welcome our lil one in 7 months.  That's right, I'm already 2 months along.  How good of a secret keeper am I?  But now...  We're pregnant, we're pregnant and we don't care who knows it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S.  I also used the above pic to show off our great bone structures.  Is our kid gonna be a looker or what?!  Look out Shiloh Jolie-Pitt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-817842369852093194?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/817842369852093194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=817842369852093194&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/817842369852093194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/817842369852093194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2009/05/guess-what.html' title='Guess what?!?'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/ShoefJTwOPI/AAAAAAAAAVs/BRuHnJrd25E/s72-c/815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-3586437498157886521</id><published>2009-04-25T21:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:49:11.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My mom went to college...</title><content type='html'>And now she doesn't, because she graduated!  Hello!!!  Booyah BYU!  We are all so very proud of our English Lit GradLinda Bradshaw Madsen (her college name, woo) &amp;amp; to prove it, here are some pictures, ya know for proof.  A few days before, Ces &amp;amp; I decided to do a lil photo shoot, notice her "looking into the future" eyes.  Yep, that gal certainly knows how to work a camera, even in her "under 200" gown.  That's an inside joke only BYU grads get, and the family members they tell.  Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328831915243810642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SfPQZL_fL1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/ahI6kQC8PgU/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Looking into the future, grasping her heart of knowledge.  Oops I mean, her heart isn't full of knowledge!  Ack, I'm not a graduate so I wouldn't know... I sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328831925190943970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SfPQZxDEZOI/AAAAAAAAAUc/izNm8EvEJHQ/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A blue &amp;amp; white volleyball we just found in the backyard.  Goes great with the gown doesn't it?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328831918698962786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SfPQZY3Qn2I/AAAAAAAAAUU/SipRlc9ckhk/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This one was her "I'm throwing my hat in the air and I just don't care" pic.  Came, saw, conquered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328831929549650146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SfPQaBSQ-OI/AAAAAAAAAUk/mgUAN19BdTk/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On her bike going into the future, with her legs out because she just graduated and doesn't know where the road will lead her...  Ahhh!  Look at world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SfPQaWIKaLI/AAAAAAAAAUs/W_GG3zXprag/s1600-h/Cailey%27s+Camera+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328831935144421554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SfPQaWIKaLI/AAAAAAAAAUs/W_GG3zXprag/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is also a shot like the one above.  Except it also has gospel doctrine books in it.  I mean she did graduate from BYU and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328833367868112946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SfPRtvcHADI/AAAAAAAAAU0/PSwSDwNlS0g/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Practicing her walk of glory.  Fist pumping her success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328833372054883106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SfPRt_CUCyI/AAAAAAAAAU8/GVbtBsb5WGs/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh snap!  Yes, we got my mom to do a newsies jump.  Like 5 times too since we had like 5 cameras.  She was all for it.  I mean now that she's a college graduate, she can pretty much do anything.  Including the newsies jump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, so now we have a few pics from the actual (1st) day of her graduation.  This was the grand ol' commencement with all of the Y Grads.  It was mauhvaleous (that's marvelous but with more of a gleeful spelling.)  We even snuck in J Dawgs and it was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328833379194579010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SfPRuZojKEI/AAAAAAAAAVU/gDXZlD_suC4/s320/mombytree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My mom lounging by a tree in front of the Marriott Center.  See the words on the building.. They say "Marriott Center."  Told ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328833376286490274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SfPRuOzNPqI/AAAAAAAAAVE/DDgBxP7ikWQ/s320/momanddadflowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My father brought her some flowers.  He is just the sweetest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328833377660065474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SfPRuT6sVsI/AAAAAAAAAVM/p1avzbkElqE/s320/girlsanddadwmom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is us girls and my dad after the wonderful ceremony.  So proud, like peacocks.  (30 Rock quote..  watch it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328833898065504754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SfPSMmlBKfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/FeQgDHOwpss/s320/soninlaws.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All the sons-in-law with the grad and my dad.  I rhymed.  And I also used the plural term of son-in-law correctly.  Or did I, is it son-in-laws?!  Again, not a graduate ahh!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328833904712645874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SfPSM_V0fPI/AAAAAAAAAVk/GGV6rZKnPzg/s320/rollin+down+hill.jpg" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not to overshadow my mom and her amazing accomplishment but this last pic is of Devon &amp;amp; I rolling down the hill by the BYU Library.  Yes, those are my G's.  Don't act like you're not impressed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And there you have it.  Well mostly.  Once I get a hold of my mom's camera you won't know what hit you.  Anywho, congrats to the grad!  We are so proud of her and love our Linda Bradshaw Madsen so much!  Woo BYU class of '09 (but mostly just my mom).  Yay mom!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-3586437498157886521?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/3586437498157886521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=3586437498157886521&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/3586437498157886521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/3586437498157886521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-mom-went-to-college.html' title='My mom went to college...'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SfPQZL_fL1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/ahI6kQC8PgU/s72-c/Cailey%27s+Camera+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-4353497562202569395</id><published>2009-04-07T15:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:35:45.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that are Simpable... Simpable Things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past weekend was simpable things and boy oh boy was it amazing!  Or should I say Cupcakamazing...  No I shouldn't say that, that's a nonsense word.  But there were a lot of cupcakes.  A LOT OF CUPCAKES!  Pictures to prove some of said cupcakes below...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322072290415917186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SdvMjPMwuII/AAAAAAAAATs/3NRbKJjF1vU/s200/march_076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yes, you better believe that is a giant cupcake cake!  Fully edible, fully awesome!  And yes those lil guys our "cupcake pops" and no they are not cupcake shaped suckers.  They are actual cupcakes.  Yes you read that right!  Cupcake, cupcake thru and thru.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322072288136919762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SdvMjGtZ-tI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Ie9LVRUY8GE/s200/march_079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;These are just for mere decoration.  Ha I bet you thought they were the cupcakes we had for people to eat.  Well, you are wrong my friend.  Seriously we had so many cupcakes for all to eat.  We even had cupcakes for the cupcakes for all to eat.  We EVEN had cupcakes for those cupcakes for the cupcakes for all to eat.  Oh, I took it too far.  When should I have stopped? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322072288915145122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SdvMjJm8waI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Kk7EO-muss0/s200/2009_327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the cupcake crew.  Wud up?  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SdvMjWLvI4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/JFDUtiZBKwM/s1600-h/march_081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322072292290667394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SdvMjWLvI4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/JFDUtiZBKwM/s200/march_081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ooooh almost forgot our employee of the month, Devon!  Here he is!  It's his favorite time of the year, ya know besides whenever the hills is on (he just doesn't understand why LC and Heids can't work it out).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simpable Things was truly a sight to be seen.  It was quite the good time complete with maple bacon cupcakes.  Yeah, maple &lt;em&gt;bacon&lt;/em&gt;, and they were remarkable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S.  Thanks Ces &amp;amp; Chels for letting me steal, er, use your pictures.  Love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/3350444642745368663-4353497562202569395?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/4353497562202569395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=4353497562202569395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/4353497562202569395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/4353497562202569395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-that-are-simpable-simpable.html' title='Things that are Simpable... Simpable Things.'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SdvMjPMwuII/AAAAAAAAATs/3NRbKJjF1vU/s72-c/march_076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-2088936046354098661</id><published>2009-03-26T12:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T15:27:27.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well get me some booby tassles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For I am going to....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/ScviRh8LrCI/AAAAAAAAATc/wTS5MrxhGMQ/s1600-h/britney-spears-circus-tour-promo-picture-thumb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317592575837449250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/ScviRh8LrCI/AAAAAAAAATc/wTS5MrxhGMQ/s320/britney-spears-circus-tour-promo-picture-thumb1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's right.  My lil'devs woke up today and felt like buying some concert tickets.  Boy, did he buy wisely.  I have always been rooting for B. Spears, well except for when I wasn't rooting for her.  But I always knew she would bounce back from all her crazy antics.  Anyway, I know the badonkatonkas are going to have a great time.  Yes, Devon is totally going with me for he, believe it or not, is a Britney fan as well.  One of my fondest memories of us is when we learned the dance from Boorits "Crazy" music video (shout out to Darren's Dance Grooves).  Coming with the ol' Spearster is none other than the Pussycat Dolls.  I secretly, not so secretly heart them and I don't care who knows it.  My rendition of Jai Ho is quite incredible... It's just me saying "gichi gichi gichi I know you man" over and over again.  Devon sure appreciates it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hootie hoo April 14th can not come soon enough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-2088936046354098661?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2088936046354098661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=2088936046354098661&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/2088936046354098661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/2088936046354098661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-get-me-some-booby-tassles.html' title='Well get me some booby tassles...'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/ScviRh8LrCI/AAAAAAAAATc/wTS5MrxhGMQ/s72-c/britney-spears-circus-tour-promo-picture-thumb1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-8947404496806642499</id><published>2009-03-24T09:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:56:19.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SckBbSBRZaI/AAAAAAAAASk/3nRrw__viqk/s1600-h/chelsheahair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316782403292849570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SckBbSBRZaI/AAAAAAAAASk/3nRrw__viqk/s320/chelsheahair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh well HELLO!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been awhile since I've done my bloggin... But this is definitely cause to celebrate, for it is my, wait for it.... 30th blog post! Ahhh!! I did it. Now I can finally make that blog book I've so desperately wanted... Not really. But yay for 30! Anyway, the above pic is stolen from Cessy's blog. It is Chelshea.. She was trying a new look, one that I disapproved but whatevs.. Now here are more pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316783656846565762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SckCkP3xIYI/AAAAAAAAASs/P0t2wMOgqow/s320/asd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Madsen girlies gift showing it up. Yeah we have badges. And also business cards.. They're practically perfect except that Cecily spelled her last name smtih. But you hardly notice it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316783660676620642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SckCkeI7IWI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Mq1ezoiEZjE/s320/dsd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was an awesome place to get sunglasses. Before entering we took a pic by that awesome neon sign that looks like... sunglasses with an arrow underneath them. Get your mind outta the gutter people. Also, the Chinese man was great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316783660860089682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SckCke0qpVI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ismdBd3Gx_I/s320/sunglassguy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;How great you ask? Well he was so great that he fell in the grand canyon and got stuck. Oh wait, wrong joke. He was so great that he gave us FREE sunglasses! Yes, sunglasses for a total of free ninety nine. We had to document such wonderfulness. The other guy was friendly too. Just FYI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, these pics are from when Devs &amp;amp; I watched Tessa for a night.  Good fun, good fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316787413747706402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SckF-7azKiI/AAAAAAAAATE/lUi2Jlm-xIQ/s200/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We took her to McDonalds and Devon just had to go in the playplace with her.  She was all, I can do it alone and he was all, no Tess you can't I need to be playin in that place too.  Silly Debon. Here they are in the dump truck.  So tute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316787424984743202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SckF_lR6vSI/AAAAAAAAATM/DpzOE5fjY4Q/s200/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I let Tessa play with my makeup...  I had no idea she would turn my blush into lipstick.  Seriously, I don't know how but she made the powder into some sort of paste.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316787434139333826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SckGAHYitMI/AAAAAAAAATU/AMKjGOnAv30/s200/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And lastly, I made Tess &amp;amp; myself awesome tie dye shirts.  Yep, we were totally matching.  But not so totally because all tie dye tees are unique.  Ta da!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, to celebrate my 30th post since it is such a milestone for me, hop on over to &lt;a href="http://www.vinylrocksmyworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.vinylrocksmyworld.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and enter in the 3sister giveaway!  We are giving away either a custom tutu, or a headband from our jadorable etsy shop.  There is also a very attractive *cough not really cough* pic of me on there.  I was really just trying to be commercialy like Ty-ty (Tyra) teaches the girls of Top Model.  I hope I made that big mama proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S.  Pretty sure there is a giant space again.  So I am filling it by reminding you all of Simpable Things coming April 1st-4th!!!  As always, there will be accessories and handbags with pizazz but most importantly... There. Will. Be. Cupcakes.  I can't even tell you all the different kinds there will be!  Please do come to the wonderment that is Simpable Things.  Just as it filled this gap on my blog post, Simpable Things is sure to fill the gap in your heart with purses, jewelry, and cupcakes galore!  Oh the world is right again!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/3350444642745368663-8947404496806642499?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/8947404496806642499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=8947404496806642499&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/8947404496806642499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/8947404496806642499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-well-hello-its-been-awhile-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SckBbSBRZaI/AAAAAAAAASk/3nRrw__viqk/s72-c/chelsheahair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-8096916326709558219</id><published>2009-02-16T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:56:31.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My lil devy is great...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will tell you why he is so great, but first, look at what we did Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304210345936312802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SZxXNOt8WeI/AAAAAAAAASU/tpvHpZ9IJ7I/s320/2009_183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Like I said in an earlier post.. We went and saw &lt;a href="http://www.benkweller.net/"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was quite incredible. They were having City Weeklys battle of the bands as well so we got introduced to &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/neontrees"&gt;The Neon Trees&lt;/a&gt; (&amp;amp; also The Furs, boo The Furs) and they were delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SZxXNMTZatI/AAAAAAAAASc/Uc4srmv-2yc/s1600-h/ben_kweller_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304210345288100562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SZxXNMTZatI/AAAAAAAAASc/Uc4srmv-2yc/s320/ben_kweller_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just look how happy we all are!! Yipee! Hooray! BK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.zachandcessy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ces&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.chelsandalex.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chels&lt;/a&gt; for these pics that I stole from your blogs. We took pretty awesome shots but I've yet to find something to upload my pics on my comp... And my camera is being held together by masking tape. Poor thing. sad face..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anywhoodle...  Valentimes was ahhmazing!  Devs &amp;amp; I slept in which was fantastic and then I got a lil somethin somethin from my Lil Devs, (get your mind out of the gutter) drumroll please....  He, so lovingly and complete with a poem, gave me an Itouch!  And Ilove Ilove!  Pretty much my entire family (including my hot corvette drivin mother) has one and I was feeling left out.  But my wonderful husband made sure I could be apart of that crowd and totally update my fb status whilst in starbucks (woo wifi).  He's the best!  To thank him, I let him choose what we would be doing for the valentimes afternoon and what do you think he wanted to do?  Play video games? no.  Watch sports? no.  See Confessions of a Shopaholic? you betcha!  Ahh we love that Isla Fisher!  Afterwards..  We got some take out from Olive Garden and watched the dunk offs or whatever you call it.  Man short guy can jump!  And jump he did... into victory.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah, valentines=awesome.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S.  I'm loving putting links on my posts...  Can't you &lt;a href="http://ihasahotdog.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/loldogs-cute-puppy-pictures-mebbeididnt.jpg"&gt;tell.&lt;/a&gt;  Yes, I hope you enjoyed that last link..  So adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-8096916326709558219?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/8096916326709558219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=8096916326709558219&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/8096916326709558219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/8096916326709558219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-lil-devy-is-great.html' title='My lil devy is great...'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SZxXNOt8WeI/AAAAAAAAASU/tpvHpZ9IJ7I/s72-c/2009_183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-1553981554374920082</id><published>2009-02-13T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:49:26.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BK Friday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The badonkatonkas are going to see this guy tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SZWvaJgApsI/AAAAAAAAASE/F4pw_49cXZ0/s1600-h/l5518506343_4890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302337000060266178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SZWvaJgApsI/AAAAAAAAASE/F4pw_49cXZ0/s320/l5518506343_4890.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is Ben Kweller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A 28 year old trapped in a 12 year olds body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is totally awesome.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, a crazy random happenstance, Devs &amp;amp; I saw BK exactly 2 years ago from &lt;em&gt;today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(yes, I used italics.  It is Friday the 13th and I wanted it to look &lt;em&gt;eerie..&lt;/em&gt;)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just two crazy kids, barely known each other for 2 months &amp;amp; oh so in love.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well Devs was.. I was still on the fence.  Hehe I kid, I kid.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Kweller really brought us together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks you redheaded lil singin man.. See you tonight.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S.  Did anyone happen to catch 30 Rock??  Liz Lemon talking bout putting a donut in the microwave may have been one of the greatest lines eva...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S.S.  I hope you're all prepared because I'm totally becoming one of those bloggers that shares a lil tidbit of my life every day and tells you all what really inspires me... i.e. butterflies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Consider yourself warned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonks Out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-1553981554374920082?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/1553981554374920082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=1553981554374920082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/1553981554374920082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/1553981554374920082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2009/02/bk-friday.html' title='BK Friday...'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SZWvaJgApsI/AAAAAAAAASE/F4pw_49cXZ0/s72-c/l5518506343_4890.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-2649147208268686270</id><published>2009-02-11T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:02:41.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hogi Yogi..  Not like the sandwich.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So... let me tell ya about a lil thing called Bikram Yoga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoooolly Crraapp... I die. I die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basically it is yoga in a room that's like 105 degrees and it's 90 minutes long and hoolly crrap, it's hard!  When you're a 'newbie' they tell you that your biggest challenge is to just stay in the room, just stay in the room.  I was like "seriously, hot yoga.. how bad can it be?"  Oooh boy, I was in for a surprise.  While in the class so many thoughts went thru my head like 'omg I'm gonna puke... what did I eat earlier?  all I ate were junior mints... oh man these people are gonna see junior mint throwup all over my yoga mat... I'm gonna pass out.. the teacher wants me to stretch what now?!  holy crap that girl behind me just threw her legs past her head while laying on the ground... &amp;amp; all I'm doing is lying in a pool of my sweat trying not to faint."  Yep yep yep the many thoughts in my head...  But the one I had afterwards was, Bikram. is. Ahhhwweessome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Ces &amp;amp; I went again last night and we're getting pretty good at it.  We're totally starting to talk like yogis too.  Or yogians, or yogites.. I'm not sure what you would call them...er, I mean us. ;) wink face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, bikram yoga is amazin and I'm pretty sure the secret is, as Cecily &amp;amp; I (yogis) discussed last night, if you feel like you're about to die, gonna throw up, or pass out, then it's working...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So just thought I'd give a shout out to that crazy bikram yoga.  I totally hate/love it like I hate/love Speidi.  Oh wait, that's Devons love/hate relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, another cool thing... My mom totally bought a hot lil number down in St. George today.  And by hot lil number, I mean a hot red corvette, porsche, or some sort of red sports car..  She sent my dad a picture message that said "Happy Valentines Day, don't kill me."  Ahhh love her so much.  I hope that one day she will use my childhood boxes to fend off water from the car when the garage floods, and she'll feel so bad that she will give me the car..  That's from a Friends episode.  And hopefully it will soon be from the episode of what is my life..  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-2649147208268686270?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2649147208268686270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=2649147208268686270&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/2649147208268686270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/2649147208268686270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2009/02/hogi-yogi-not-like-sandwich.html' title='Hogi Yogi..  Not like the sandwich.'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-6501052851332677675</id><published>2009-02-06T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:40:18.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook, Shmasbook... I have a blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So... For the past week I've seen many facebook 'notes' entitled "25 Random Things About Me" and since I mostly only use the fb to just look at pictures and come up with funny status updates about The Hills for Devy, I decided to do this lil random note thing on my awesome blog. And I also don't really know how to make a so-called note on facebook, ergo the blog post. Yes, ergo. I learned that word from '90210' this week. I totally get symbolism... Anywho, here is my list of random randoms about me.. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. I have and will forever be Team Aniston, no matter how darn cute those Jolie-Pitt children are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. One of my dying wishes is to meet said Aniston.. My other wish is world peace, naturally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Friends is my absolute favorite televison show ever. Yes, I recorded every single episode on VHS and yes, I even made a list complete with "TOW" so I could keep track of which episode was on which video. I now have the dvd set which would be the one thing that I would grab if my place ever caught fire. Sorry Devo... hehe jk. Devo then Friends. I keep forgetting the order!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. If I were sleeping at my parents house and it caught fire, I would grab my pookie doll that I have had since I was like 2. I don't care how disgusting he looks, that lil guy will most likely be buried with me I love him so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. My absolute biggest pet peeve is bikers who act like they are cars and drive on the road and then they think "Hey I'm a bike I don't gots to obey the traffic lights.." Ugh sometimes I wanna drive up right next to them and push them over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. My other biggest pet peeve is when I am shopping and looking at a certain rack of clothes and someone else comes not a foot away and starts looking at the same rack. I usually try to stand my ground and get up right next to them so they can take a hint, but they never do. Like bikers, I sometimes just wanna push them over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. I heart buffalo wings. I'm pretty sure there was a year in my childhood where all I would order was wings whenever the fam went out to eat. There were all like "whaaa.. you got wings again?!" And I was all like "yes..." and then I would eat them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. I was voted best dressed outta of all the senior girls in my high school.. I have some undiewears that prove it.. They say "best dressed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. Behind my great clothing choices and best dressiness, you might be surprised to learn that I love video &amp;amp; computer games. Resident Evil &amp;amp; The Sims are my all time favs. Judge all you want, I don't even care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. I quote 30 Rock and The Office waaay too much... I even quote the simple quotes like "why yes.." and then I ask if the person I'm talking to understood that I was quoting 30 rock/the office. Devon is usually the one I'm quoting shows to. He enjoys it. I think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11. Along with quoting, I am also pretty good at impersonating movie trailers. For instance, I do a mean Anna Faris in the House Bunny and also a good Robert Downey Jr. in Tropic Thunder. Just the parts in the previews. Not the actual movie. My nephew loves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. Back to television shows... Devon &amp;amp; I watch many and we have fun doing so. For example, we like to guess when the LOST spiraling @ the beginning is going to happen on the episodes of Lost. We also like to do a head nod on the opening credits of The Hills when that one model does it. Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about... We also always make sure we say xoxo after every Gossip Girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14. I skipped 13 because I'm superstitious. Actually not super, just stitious. Did you guys get that? I just quoted The Office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15. I can sing with my mouth closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16. I love Us Weekly and People magazine. I am that girl who talks about celebrities like they are her neighbors.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17. I love making headbands with &lt;em&gt;style. &lt;/em&gt;Psssh what are headbands with style you ask? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3sister.etsy.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3sister.etsy.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; has your answer. Oh man, shameless plug right guys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18. is the date in December of which I was born. Along with Brad Pitt, Katie Holmes, Ashlii, Zach's mom, Steven Spielberg, one of my dads clients, and just found out, Ray Liotta! I love that guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19. In 7th grade it was a requirement to take a keyboarding class. I guess I got so into that now, when I'm talking to someone or listening to something, I will type out the words that are being spoken as if my hands were on a keyboard. So if you ever see my fingers tick, you will now know why. That's random yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20. Upon watching Coyote Ugly, it was one of my lifelong goals to be a "Coyote" bartender. When I lived in Vegas for a week I was tempted to enroll in bartending school. I didn't. But I do have my own silver mixer thing where I make some delish mock-tails! Hey oh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;21. One day I hope to have a bulldog named Bingaling. And one day I will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;22. From Justin to Kelly really is one of my top ten favorite movies. I even signed a petition to have them make a soundtrack. I still have my fingers crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23-25.. That's all the random I've got today... Oohh wait, I just figured one out while cracking my knuckles (gross I know) but... I can only bend my right pinky in a complete 90 degree angle. If I try to bend the left one it just ends up looking like some sort of claw... I try with all my might to fully bend my left but to no avail...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, that's me random!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yes, these are all Devons random facts... He refers to himself as a third party, er I mean, Devon refers to himself as a third party. Ahhh Devon so crazy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3350444642745368663-6501052851332677675?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/6501052851332677675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=6501052851332677675&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/6501052851332677675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/6501052851332677675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2009/02/facebook-shmasbook-i-have-blog.html' title='Facebook, Shmasbook... I have a blog.'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-6256326579575214910</id><published>2009-01-27T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:42:22.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sister,sister,sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3sister.etsy.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; is the name. Making accessories is our game. That's right all, the Madsen sisters have an etsy shop and pretty soon we will have a real shop, most likely in my mothers kitchen when she does her biggest Simpable Things eva! For a history of how this came about refer to Chelsea's blog. Basically we were buying cute feather dealys from Urban for like $30 bucks, I kid you not, so we decided to make them and sell them cheaper to serve womankind. Once again, I leave you a link... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3sister.etsy.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. Because it sounds cooler than 3sisters. And more mature than 3sisterz, which is what I wanted to call it. Oh man, I'm barely an adult and still acting like a tweenager. Anyway... Go visit it. We can do custom orders. Anything your heart desires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(but it's me, Cailey.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-6256326579575214910?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/6256326579575214910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=6256326579575214910&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/6256326579575214910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/6256326579575214910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2009/01/sistersistersister.html' title='sister,sister,sister'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-8958894551907827749</id><published>2008-12-31T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:57:36.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have!</title><content type='html'>The "I Have" Tag&lt;br /&gt;Bold the ones you've done (I don't think my bold is cooperating so I will just do this ** to the ones I have done.  Yay!)&lt;br /&gt;1. *&lt;strong&gt;Started your own blog&lt;/strong&gt; - Der.. You're lookin at it...&lt;br /&gt;2. *&lt;strong&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt; - At girls camp, that one time I went. Jk everybody, I went twice.&lt;br /&gt;3. *&lt;strong&gt;Played in a band&lt;/strong&gt;- Yes, The ClutchMerle Runaways! It's mine and Devy's band from Rock Band! We both had English accents.&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii- Sore subject. When discussing honeymoon plans, I said "I've never been to Hawaii.. sigh" and Devon said "I have, let's go to Mexico."&lt;br /&gt;5. *&lt;strong&gt;Watched a meteor shower- &lt;/strong&gt;On T.V.&lt;br /&gt;6. *&lt;strong&gt;Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/strong&gt; - I performed a dance as a homeless woman.. Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;7. *&lt;strong&gt;Been to Disneyland&lt;/strong&gt; - Haven't been to DisneyWorld yet... The parents took us to Epcott Center &amp;amp; the animal kingdom. I'm pretty sure that's not DisneyWorld&lt;br /&gt;8. *&lt;strong&gt;Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt; - I went indoor rock climbing. So that's the equivalant&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a praying mantis - Ewww.. yucky&lt;br /&gt;10. *&lt;strong&gt;Sang a solo&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes, it was Castle on a Cloud and I was magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. *&lt;strong&gt;Visited Paris&lt;/strong&gt; - Well I have seen the Seine, and it opened up my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;13. *&lt;strong&gt;Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/strong&gt; - On T.V. It was The Perfect Storm. I heart Mark Wahlberg.&lt;br /&gt;14. *&lt;strong&gt;Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/strong&gt; - I am currently sketching purses and shoes from my Project Runway design notebook. I got it for Christmas. It's from Toys'r'Us. Oh I love being a t'r'u kid.&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;16. *&lt;strong&gt;Had food poisoning&lt;/strong&gt;- I'll never eat a Fuddruckers burger again.&lt;br /&gt;17. *&lt;strong&gt;Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty- &lt;/strong&gt;I really haven't, but I've seen it from afar. She's a beaute.&lt;br /&gt;18. *&lt;strong&gt;Grown your own vegetables- &lt;/strong&gt;My mom's tomatoes. I didn't grow them, but I picked them.&lt;br /&gt;19. *&lt;strong&gt;Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;/strong&gt;- It's really small! And she has no eyebrows. Little known fact..&lt;br /&gt;20. *&lt;strong&gt;Slept overnight on a train&lt;/strong&gt; - Um, best night ever! A French lady was arguing outside our cart about how she didn't want to sleep in our cart, so my dad slammed the door on her. And it was like a triple bunk bed! What kid doesn't love that?&lt;br /&gt;21. *&lt;strong&gt;Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;- Yes, with my girlfriends in our underwear, with those feather pillows. Ahhh every guys fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;23. *&lt;strong&gt;Taken a sick day when you're not ill&lt;/strong&gt;- But not at my job now... My boss is a killah! And he's my dad so he knows if I'm lying. Can't get anything past him!&lt;br /&gt;24. *&lt;strong&gt;Built a snow fort&lt;/strong&gt; -Devon &amp;amp; I tried. But the snow was too soft so we just steamrolled down the hill. Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;25. *&lt;strong&gt;Held a lamb&lt;/strong&gt;-Love Angel Music Baby&lt;br /&gt;26. *&lt;strong&gt;Gone skinny dipping&lt;/strong&gt; - It's a requirement if you have a pool in your backyard.&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden a gondola in Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;29. *&lt;strong&gt;Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;- I saw it on an episode of The Wonder Years. Winnie also stole something in that ep.&lt;br /&gt;30. *&lt;strong&gt;Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;- Both. Done and Done.&lt;br /&gt;31. *&lt;strong&gt;Hit a home run&lt;/strong&gt; - Hey on a Wii too! So Mii too!!&lt;br /&gt;32. *&lt;strong&gt;Been on a Cruise&lt;/strong&gt;- I've been on two. The badonkatonkas are almost gold status members from cruisin so much.&lt;br /&gt;33. *&lt;strong&gt;Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/strong&gt;- Yes, that's alot of water!&lt;br /&gt;34. *&lt;strong&gt;Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/strong&gt;- Yeah, totally Norway. And Murray, UT. I miss the smoke stacks.&lt;br /&gt;35. Seen Amish country -&lt;br /&gt;36. *&lt;strong&gt;Taught yourself a new language&lt;/strong&gt;- I'm not counting Elvish.. So, I'll have to unbold that one.&lt;br /&gt;37. *&lt;strong&gt;Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/strong&gt; - As long as I can afford subscriptions to Us and People I'm happy. Omg Harlow Winter Kate Madden is already one! So cute!!&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person- I wish! I would totally do one of those photos where it looks like I'm holding it up.&lt;br /&gt;39. *&lt;strong&gt;Gone rock climbing&lt;/strong&gt; - Ha I know right? Me, a rock climber. It was one time.&lt;br /&gt;40. *&lt;strong&gt;Seen Michelangelo’s David - &lt;/strong&gt;Isn't it in Las Vegas?&lt;br /&gt;41. *&lt;strong&gt;Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Loves it.&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;43. *&lt;strong&gt;Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;/strong&gt; - Ok, not really but a stranger has bought a meal for me and my friends. Ok, not really again, I actually wasn't with them at the time but whenever they bring it up, they just assumed I was there too cuz we're bffs so I never correct them. Oh man, that guy was so nice, remember?&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;45. *&lt;strong&gt;Walked on a beach by moonlight &lt;/strong&gt;- With my Lil' Devy.&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;47. *&lt;strong&gt;Had your portrait painted&lt;/strong&gt;- In English class we had to do that thing where you don't look at the paper but you just draw the person sitting across from you. It was weird.&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. *&lt;strong&gt;Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; The tip top was actually closed, but I would have! I can't say the same for Ces or my mother. They were terrified!&lt;br /&gt;51. *&lt;strong&gt;Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;Scariest thing I've ever done.&lt;br /&gt;52. *&lt;strong&gt;Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. *&lt;strong&gt;Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; I basically had a mud bath cuz my neighbors driveway had a huge pothole so I just sat in it after it rained. As a result, my skin is so so smooth.&lt;br /&gt;54. -*&lt;strong&gt;Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie &lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;I would have been in Legally Blonde 2 but I was too old for the young people part and too young for the old people part. But the casting guy loved me I swear.&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;58. *&lt;strong&gt;Taken a martial arts class&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; I did Karate at the Life Center. Twice. So I guess you could say I'm almost a yellow belt.&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;63. *&lt;strong&gt;Got flowers for no reason- &lt;/strong&gt;In high school someone left flowers on my car and I still don't know who did it. They also left me a superman figurine. Very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma-&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. *&lt;strong&gt;Visited a Nazi concentration camp&lt;/strong&gt;- I've also been to a museum. Very sad.&lt;br /&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;69. *&lt;strong&gt;Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt;-My Pookie doll, which I would like back someday Stoney... harump:(&lt;br /&gt;70. *&lt;strong&gt;Visited the Lincoln Memorial - &lt;/strong&gt;It's nice.&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;br /&gt;72. *&lt;strong&gt;Pieced a quilt&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; I think so. I've gone to many a showers where they had a quilt set up and I at least poked a needle thru it.&lt;br /&gt;73. *&lt;strong&gt;Stood in Times Square&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Right next to the Naked Cowboy. And Conan O'Brien.&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;75. *&lt;strong&gt;Been fired from a job&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Not really fired, more like phased out. I just gradually wasn't on the schedule.&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;78. *&lt;strong&gt;Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;It was on my way to go rock climbing. Ha I know right. That was a big day for me.&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. *&lt;strong&gt;Bought a brand new car&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;It was my bday present last year. Thanks hubby.&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;86. *&lt;strong&gt;Visited the White House &lt;/strong&gt;- It was not that great, not gonna lie.&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;88. *&lt;strong&gt;Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt; - At least I hope I have, just in case I come across a poxed child.&lt;br /&gt;89. *&lt;strong&gt;Saved someone’s life &lt;/strong&gt;- I've been told I have, like when I go get my siblings a soda from the garage cuz they can't get up. It's such an accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;91. *&lt;strong&gt;Met someone famous&lt;/strong&gt;- Totally. Daryl Hannah told me she loved my braces, and Eric McCormack said I was adorable. Also Regis Philbin and I hung out poolside one time. His mom used my sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;92. *&lt;strong&gt;Joined a book club&lt;/strong&gt;- I'm currently reading blogging for dummies. So club members, let's discuss!&lt;br /&gt;93. *&lt;strong&gt;Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. *&lt;strong&gt;Had a baby &lt;/strong&gt;- Oh man, did I freak anyone out with that bold one? hehe, I kid I kid.&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. *&lt;strong&gt;Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;/strong&gt;- This one could also be a lie...&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit -&lt;br /&gt;98. *&lt;strong&gt;Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;- I cried when I got my first one. It was like a marriage proposal.&lt;br /&gt;99. *&lt;strong&gt;Been stung by a bee&lt;/strong&gt; - I scooped it up in my hand on accident, so my bad.&lt;br /&gt;100. *&lt;strong&gt;One cavity or less&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;How bout one root canal or more?? My dentist had no mercy on me! And he praised me for I have a very high threshold for teeth pain.&lt;br /&gt;I tag: Everyone on my blog list. You. Are. Welcome. You really feel like you've done alot after doing this. It's so liberating! Woo!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Devy here, and all I have to say is... The City! Bromance! Monday night football move ova!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Devy Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-8958894551907827749?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/8958894551907827749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=8958894551907827749&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/8958894551907827749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/8958894551907827749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have.html' title='I Have!'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-2931778286777155970</id><published>2008-12-29T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:51:47.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>December, 2008 (Oh What a Night)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check me out. Two blog posts in one day. I just have so much to blog about! Unfortunately I don't have any pics other than the ones that I googled but they are good ones. Other than that, I ask you to just imagine the awesome fun Christmas we had this year. It was truly amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So for Christmas Eve we went up to my parents house and ate a ton of food. I'm not kidding, it was a TON of food. And every lil ounce of it was delicious! Afterwards the kids were finally able to open presents. Since Devs and I don't have kids we just got to sit back and watch and it was delightful. Then my parents opened their presents which were awesome. The kids got my dad a snow blower. Funny story, we talked about it a few days earlier and he said he would only get one if he could find room for it but little did he know it was in his garage, right next to his car, just hiding under a blue tarp. Silly. My mom decided that for every birthday and Christmas all she wants is scrapbook pages of our families and all the activities we do in the year. It's really a gift for us because of all the great memories we, ya know, remember, and also the funny pictures we find. If any of you are ever at the Madsen household, you should take a look at it cuz it is splendid. But now onto the best part of the evenin... Us grownup kids didn't think we were getting anything that night because my parents got us food storage a couple months earlier (thanks again btw!) but we were so wrong. We got another awesome present and that is (drumroll) tickets to Jersey Boys in Las Vegas! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SVlFgLMgOWI/AAAAAAAAARY/Mb949VljOwU/s1600-h/JerseyBoysPoster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285332056759351650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SVlFgLMgOWI/AAAAAAAAARY/Mb949VljOwU/s320/JerseyBoysPoster1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In case no one knows what that is, look at the picture above! Unfortunately, I already knew we were getting that because my silly dad must sometimes forget I'm his daughter and his secretary because on the work calender he wrote "Jersey Boys Vegas" on January 10th and my mom sent out an email saying to not make plans January 10th for a reason t.b.a. so I put two and two together. But I was still surprised because I was unaware of the fact that we are flying down, staying at a nice hotel and eating at the Cheesecake Factory! Ooohh boy the badonkatonkas are excited. Thanks Mom &amp;amp; Dad for the wonderful present! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas morn was great as well. Last year we went to Cali and spent Christmas with Devons fam so it was kinda different when it was just the two of us, especially since last year we woke up around 8:30 and this year we rolled out of bed around 10:30, oh man we must be growin up if we wanna sleep in at Christmas. Anywho, we opened up presents from the Tonks' and they were so great. Devs got an electric drill and constantly chases me around the house with it. I got a cookie press that makes the cutest lil cookies you have ever seen! We both got First Aid kits for our cars and they are De-Luxe! It was really a preparedness Christmas for us and we couldn't be more excited! If you ever don't have food or perhaps cut yourself on some glass, the badonkatonkas are to the rescue! We each gave each other cute clothes and "big kid toys" such as my Project Runway accessories design kit complete with a booklet to help inspire you and Devs got one of those ripstick skateboards that he has always wanted since I've known him. Seriously, every time we go to WalMart he tries to test it out with them still in the box so I thought I'd finally give him his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow, I've still got so much more to write but this is getting ridiculously looongg... Plus, most of you who read my blog were most likely there throughout all our Christmas festivities. They were awesome huh? So that's it for now. Until the New Year! Devons resolution is to only talk in quotes from The Hills... Um, Change my life try! Yes, that's an actual quote from L.C. She's adorkable. Alright, bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. The blog title kinda sorta refers to a Frankie Valli song. Jersey Boys is based on him and the Four Seasons. If you haven't seen it, you sure should!&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/3350444642745368663-2931778286777155970?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2931778286777155970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=2931778286777155970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/2931778286777155970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/2931778286777155970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-2008-oh-what-night.html' title='December, 2008 (Oh What a Night)'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SVlFgLMgOWI/AAAAAAAAARY/Mb949VljOwU/s72-c/JerseyBoysPoster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-2155365627541959610</id><published>2008-12-10T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:31:17.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We had a good week... Hey Oh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ack..  I have not blogged foreva yo!  Wanna know why?  Douwannaknow?  It's because the badonkatonkas have been cruisin!  "Yeah, I love it when we're cruisin together..."  That's the song from Gwyneth Paltrow's movie Duets.  I only saw the trailer.. Loved it.  Anyway I have no camera with me right now, nor did we even take that many pictures cuz we were too busy soakin up all the awesomeness of cruises and also sun rays.  Yes, it was dang hot and we sure got burnt, on one half of our bodies cuz the sun wasn't fully up over us.  We totally had an ebony &amp;amp; ivory thing going on.  Oh man, so I'll post pics soon but I just wanted to ejournal about the funtivities we've had.  Thanksgiving was awwwesome!  We went down to good ol' St. George and had a humongous feast.  And practiced the great Japanese art of Karaokay (Baby Mama).  Great times w my great fam.  We also got to see Dev's great family over the weekend and that's just one more finger I can count off on my hands as to how many times I've actually seen my inlaws.  Sad I know.  One time I had a dream that a lil' asian girl told me to move to Cali &amp;amp; go to FIDM so maybe I should listen to her so I can start using my toes to count my visits to the Tonks'Hernandez household.  Nevertheless, we had a fantastic week of vacation &amp;amp; I am totally going to post pics soon...  I just really missed blogging!  So did Devy.  He's basically telling me what to type over my shoulder.  Der... The Hills, The Hills, The Hills...  I love L.C.  Speidi eloped!  Ahhh...  Let's discuss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   Devy Girl    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-2155365627541959610?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2155365627541959610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=2155365627541959610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/2155365627541959610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/2155365627541959610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-had-good-week-hey-oh.html' title='We had a good week... Hey Oh!'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-7727161564334399995</id><published>2008-11-18T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:52:48.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We had a good weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SSNY_MpfaGI/AAAAAAAAARM/yw8JtK3L2RU/s1600-h/Cailey%27s+Camera+1343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270153831703865442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SSNY_MpfaGI/AAAAAAAAARM/yw8JtK3L2RU/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+1343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Unfortunately, this is the only pic I took... But isn't it &lt;strong&gt;adorable!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, Devs &amp;amp; I met up with his family (my "FIL" if you may) in St. George and had a great weekend filled with fun, laughter, and.. a wii remote slamming and cracking the flat screen tv. Now that's what I call a vacation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seriously it was an awesome time. Devon's sis and her hubby did a Triatholon while we were down there and they, along with their friends which one of them was 11 wks pregnant, finished in under an hour. I kept thinking that if I were to do it, I'd barely finish in 90 minutes... Plus, I don't even think I'm spelling triatholon right so there's no way I could actually participate in one! Kudos to all of them on a job very well done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Besides that, we showed them around the town. Pizza Factory, red rocks, a little thing they never heard of all Cafe Rio, and of course a few polygamists here and there. Other than that we had a great time just relaxing and having a good ol time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yep, yep, yep... We really did have a good weekend with the Tonkas that we haven't seen since April!! Let us not wait until the next triatholon to get together again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;P.S. I am seriously awful at taking pictures... Luckily Victor captures every moment and the pics are awesome so maybe he should start a blog so you can see the awesome fun times we had. Because what he lacks in wii control holding, he gains in amazing photography. Hehe good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-7727161564334399995?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/7727161564334399995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=7727161564334399995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/7727161564334399995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/7727161564334399995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-had-good-weekend.html' title='We had a good weekend...'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SSNY_MpfaGI/AAAAAAAAARM/yw8JtK3L2RU/s72-c/Cailey%27s+Camera+1343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-4187121055098687250</id><published>2008-11-10T23:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:39:47.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was tagged...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And it's all about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SRkkSYRpgMI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/k7_fj1rH7sk/s1600-h/Cailey%27s+Camera+539.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267281137359225026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SRkkSYRpgMI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/k7_fj1rH7sk/s200/Cailey%27s+Camera+539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SRkjj-I43gI/AAAAAAAAAQk/tsrTfNUr0PI/s1600-h/IMGP1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267280340069178882" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SRkjj-I43gI/AAAAAAAAAQk/tsrTfNUr0PI/s200/IMGP1028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SRklo6Ew5bI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/1cbgW2paj1g/s1600-h/IMGP1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267282623900738994" style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SRklo6Ew5bI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/1cbgW2paj1g/s200/IMGP1189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SRklo6Ew5bI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/1cbgW2paj1g/s1600-h/IMGP1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SRkkSYRpgMI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/k7_fj1rH7sk/s1600-h/Cailey%27s+Camera+539.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SRkkSYRpgMI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/k7_fj1rH7sk/s1600-h/Cailey%27s+Camera+539.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SRkkSYRpgMI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/k7_fj1rH7sk/s1600-h/Cailey%27s+Camera+539.jpg"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What's your husband’s name? Devon Alan Tonks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have you guys been married? 1 year, 1 month, 20 days and 57 minutes.  I kid, I kid.  It's now 58 minutes and 3 seconds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How long did you date? 9 glorious months.  Well 8 months it was official.  Well okay only like 4 1/2 because we were in diff states most of our courtship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How old is he? 23.  He's such a cradle robber.  I mean, Hellloo Demi!  Am I right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who eats more sweets? He does.  My niece came w us to church on Sunday and when I would give her a treat he would stare me down til he got one too.  And then he'd go back to coloring.  I'm not joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who is the better singer? That's a toughy.  We duet a lot and we switch off doing the boy and girl parts so it's hard to figure out whose voice is whose... or is it whom??  idk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is smarter?  I'd have to say Devon.  Usually our convos consist of him saying something genius and me just trying to take it all in.  He's brilliant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who does the laundry?  Me, and if Devo says otherwise that means he's lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who pays the bills? He does, but I'm the cause of most of them.  Women be getting cysts out and havin kidney infections..  My bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? It used to be me.  But one night I was like, "let's mix it up!" and he's been sleepin on the right ever since.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who mows the lawn? Some guy that's not Devon.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who cooks dinner?  We both chip in.  Or go out.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who drives?  He does.  Unless I'm mad at him.  For some reason I think my driving is punishment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who is the first to say they are wrong?  He is.  And don't you forget it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who kissed who first?  He kissed me.  After our Holiday movie snuggle fest.  We watched Jingle All The Way.  Arnold Schwarzenegger will be forever dear to my heart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who asked who out first? He did.  He texted me to hang out one night and weird story, my roomies and I were talking bout these boys we met and how the one with the hair was pretty cute,then my phone buzzed and it was him.  And since I couldn't put two and two together, I remember asking if my roommates knew anyone named Devon cuz he just texted me.  Omg we were all so giddy!  I was like the luckiest girl in King Henry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wears the pants? We both do.  Although, I can take care of my pants.  Devon, on the other hand, did the splits last night while trying to tackle me and ripped his.  Silly boy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag: All my married bloggin friends.  You know who you are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You know you love us.  xoxo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;P.S. Speaking of GG, didn't everyone love when Blair met Cyndi Lauper.  Ack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-4187121055098687250?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/4187121055098687250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=4187121055098687250&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/4187121055098687250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/4187121055098687250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-it.html' title='I&apos;m it...'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SRkkSYRpgMI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/k7_fj1rH7sk/s72-c/Cailey%27s+Camera+539.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-6092678765983260565</id><published>2008-11-05T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:42:10.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Rock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alright, alright...  So this week has been grand so far.  Monday was the Metallica concert which I did not go to but Devon &amp;amp; Cole did.  Ahh man it was so.. bro-mantic.  Hehe.  Cole even came to our place an entire hour earlier than he was supposed.  He blamed it on the daylight savings but c'mon we all know he was just way excited for his guy-date.  I'm really glad they could celebrate Dev's anniversary present together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On Tuesday it was Tessa's birthday party.  It was a "Rock Band" theme so you had to dress up.  The Madsens/Osbornes got really into it.  Unfortunately my camera battery died so I only have a few pics.  But I hope you can imagine how carazy it was!  Ahh man, Happy Birthday Tessa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now, a few pictures...  With a few captions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265315699832125778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SRIou27H-VI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BcjUWAq4RLM/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+1335.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Devon &amp;amp; Coleman leaving to go to Metallica!  Cole was a gentleman and had him home by 11:30.  He's a keeper.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SRIowL8tXNI/AAAAAAAAAP8/SO2nkpDHIEs/s1600-h/Cailey%27s+Camera+1341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265315722655784146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SRIowL8tXNI/AAAAAAAAAP8/SO2nkpDHIEs/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+1341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is stone with a pink faux hawk.  On the other side of this picture is the amazin rock band set up.  Stone thought it was okay.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SRIovqggEFI/AAAAAAAAAP0/vXg9VCtRPHo/s1600-h/Cailey%27s+Camera+1340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265315713679102034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SRIovqggEFI/AAAAAAAAAP0/vXg9VCtRPHo/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+1340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Rubie boobie relaxin on the birthday girl.  Actually, Rubs was in a position where she couldn't get up on her own.  I hate when that happens to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265315740545613762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SRIoxOl-f8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/IA5c33Lr1eI/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+1342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pete Wentz &amp;amp; Ashlee Simpson-Wentz.  Yep, we won the costume contest.  And that is a blanket in my dress not an actual baby.  People were confused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And there you have it.  Our fun filled Monday &amp;amp; Tuesday of the week.  I'm blogging this today because Wednesday is not filled with fun.  Unless you count watching The Cable Guy fun.  Which I really do.  Alright, see ya... byyee... (That was a quote from The Cable Guy, just imagine me fake walking down a hall and you'll get it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-6092678765983260565?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/6092678765983260565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=6092678765983260565&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/6092678765983260565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/6092678765983260565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-rock.html' title='Let&apos;s Rock!'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SRIou27H-VI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BcjUWAq4RLM/s72-c/Cailey%27s+Camera+1335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-3586085208458545649</id><published>2008-11-02T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:09:49.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEENER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello, hello, hello... The Badonka Tonkas had a fun filled week, yes we did. I'll start with the most fun event (drumroll) "The Madsen's can food!" Yeah, you heard me. Early last Saturday morning we waited for the Dry Pack Cannery to open so we could pack dry food like you wouldn't believe.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264186246833877570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SQ4lgCoHskI/AAAAAAAAAN0/EZC5H1oEuMY/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+1285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here's some of the crew in our hair nets and beard guards ready to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264251581279999410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SQ5g7AZ7lbI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TCUsR6Kz2eA/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+1286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This here is table one canning hard. Yes, Go Team Cailey! We can work on the name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oooohh boy, best Christmas present ever. Not only having what feels like endless supplies of flour, sugar, macaroni, fruit drink mix, and so much more but also the awesome fun time we had. Thanks Mom and Dad! Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264188164001343394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SQ4nPoodp6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/7sER3G6218c/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+1157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This picture ends the subject of canned goods and leads into our next event, Stone's Birthday party! It's a win-win picture. That is Puff Teddy telling "Dirty Harry Potter" where the dry taters go.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264186229185832802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SQ4lfA4f52I/AAAAAAAAANk/ntexY9sQj_0/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+1291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We were Harry Potter. What both of you were Harry Potter??!! Why yes, Devon was regular Harry Potter and I was Quidditch Harry Potter. Seriously, there are so many options when you wanna be Harry Potter. So next time you say "I'm gonna be Harry Potter" get ready to be asked "Which version?" Wow could I write Harry Potter any more times!? Yes, Harry Potter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now here are all the nieces &amp;amp; nephews in creative costumes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264254992934106482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SQ5kBlzp9XI/AAAAAAAAAPc/-kfJ9senIcE/s200/Cailey%27s+Camera+1138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tessa Leia and Yoda Stone.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264254984020114402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SQ5kBEmZO-I/AAAAAAAAAPU/XglvEnmHu9c/s200/Cailey%27s+Camera+1298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cinderella Sophie painting pumpkins.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264254966801170290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SQ5kAEdE_3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/vCk1hE2vZpI/s200/Cailey%27s+Camera+1315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kenz was a dead bride. Or "Ex-wife." Yeah, she didn't get the joke. Which is probably a good thing. You shouldn't be subjected to LiLo (Lindsay Lohan) until you're at least 16.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264254976960177458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SQ5kAqTLJTI/AAAAAAAAAPM/hMVTsYYcY34/s200/Cailey%27s+Camera+1316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Carter as that Squid guy from Pirates. Captain Squid? Whatever the name, it was an awesome stume. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264254957500051122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SQ5j_hzhLrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3iUCarDqCRE/s200/Cailey%27s+Camera+1293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Rubie Crayola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I apologize to Sebastian for I did not get a picture of him in his costume. He did have this shirt that said "It's my first Halloween, don't scare me!"  Ahh it was so tute.  Devon however, scared the crap outta him.  Sorry Sebs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264186261032308050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SQ4lg3hSjVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/JwVoYmAUA0A/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+1143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Rubie Crayola and Regular Harry Potter. Ahh they both love Stone's birfday!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264188180254259682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SQ4nQlLdeeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/XIK8TZwlKK0/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+1149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Since the party was mostly outside the children were bound to break out and run down the street. I had to document this. It was adorable how they just wouldn't "Get Back Here!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The photo below is the Madsen clan and all our awesome Halloween getups for the bday partay.  If you'd like a complete list for what everyone is, please refer to Cessy's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://zachandcessy.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-good.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  Yeah, I think I figured out how to put links on my blog.  Cross your fingers and hope it works.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SQ4nQ-S9AMI/AAAAAAAAAOk/8G6IVheFe0k/s1600-h/Cailey%27s+Camera+1152.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264186233842026018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SQ4lfSOnxiI/AAAAAAAAANs/dIcuXPbAMUI/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+1321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then the actual Halloween night was totally amazin!  We all went to my parent's house and handed out candy to kids who I swear were actually my age.  We also played Guitar Hero: World Tour!  Ow!  And by we, I mean all of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264188171353195970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SQ4nQEBSBcI/AAAAAAAAAOU/qkYoWJ1P__o/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+1184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here's my mother singing beautifully.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264258403612522610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SQ5nIHkweHI/AAAAAAAAAPk/oiSkE7TDQZs/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+1183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And my father also singing beautifully.  He even sang that Paramore song where it says "Feels so good" over and over again.  He's so emo.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264251586125491154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SQ5g7SdL69I/AAAAAAAAAO0/cG4yx9kNbGM/s320/sebs+blessing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On Sunday (today) we all went to Sebastian's baby blessing.  He's too awesome!!  This is us in Sunday clothes.  We all clean up nicely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264188186996572354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SQ4nQ-S9AMI/AAAAAAAAAOk/8G6IVheFe0k/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+1152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee!!  Hooray!!  That is what our awesome week consisted of.  Thanks to everybody who made it all possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P.S.  Pretty sure there's gonna be a huge space like that other post.  I have to be honest and tell you that it takes me like an hour to just figure out how to upload pictures.  Blogging is hard.  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Welp here's a pic from the roller derby.  Notice Devon &amp;amp; Lady wearing glasses in the exact same pose.  Right down to the wide open mouth and fist pump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is really all I have for now..  I'm expecting a really decent blog post come day after Halloween.  It'll involve canning dry goods, Harry Potter, Quidditch Harry Potter, Dirty Harry Potter, Carrie Potter, and Devon in a webisode about The Hills.  He just can't believe that Audrina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Til then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Devy Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350444642745368663-9205409016670924144?l=badonkatonkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/feeds/9205409016670924144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350444642745368663&amp;postID=9205409016670924144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/9205409016670924144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350444642745368663/posts/default/9205409016670924144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-lil-somethin-somethin.html' title='Just a lil&apos; somethin somethin...'/><author><name>Cailey&amp;amp;Devon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SA6Dl_qQg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HozEK-WlYFM/S220/447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SQiUY7bWTZI/AAAAAAAAANc/9mVPcx2oZAU/s72-c/roller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-6617487269263505328</id><published>2008-10-21T16:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:09:55.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarecrows, Pumpkins, and Lez Zepplin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SP6wSy7E3GI/AAAAAAAAANU/mGuR-PL8OXA/s1600-h/Cailey%27s+Camera+1133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259835251769007202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SP6wSy7E3GI/AAAAAAAAANU/mGuR-PL8OXA/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+1133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahhh!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a weekend, what a weekend... Thanks to my SIL Ashlii we all went to Scarecrow Festival at Thanksgiving Point &amp;amp; It. Was. Awesome. Here are the pics to prove just how awesome...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259826218701563666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJsothrAG4g/SP6oFAH-JxI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ln-5ZwHp44Y/s320/Cailey%27s+Camera+1089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;spa
