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(Not Jen)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;January 2009 - March 2009&lt;/b&gt; – Barry Brown (Jen’s 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; cousin) &amp;amp; Cole Taylor (Jen’s older brother) move into Eric’s house in Mesa, AZ.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jen hangs out a lot at the HBH (aka Heartbreak Hotel, aka the name of Eric’s house), and Eric is secretly and slowly getting PHASED by Jen!&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At this point, Barry is the only one that knows of Eric’s little crush, and frequently tells Eric to like someone else.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;March 2009&lt;/b&gt; – Eric knows he is about to leave for 3-5 months for a summer sales job, and got enough guts to ask Jen out again.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ate at California Pizza Kitchen, and actually had real conversations…&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then found their way onto a roof-top of a beautiful home in North-East Mesa and just hung out, overlooking the whole East valley. &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Played a couple get-to-know-you games and laughed for hours.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Eric wanted to kiss Jen so bad that night - - BUT wussed out after realizing that he’d be gone the next several months and didn’t want to ruin future chances just for some quick action.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(P.S. Eric knew, after this night, that he would love to marry Jen… but wasn’t vocal to anybody about it)&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(P.S.S. Jen was still not into Eric, haha)  After the date, Eric told his mom and Angie, word for word, "that was the best date I've ever been on."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;April 16&lt;/b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;b&gt;th&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;b&gt;, 2009 – October 26&lt;/b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;b&gt;th&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;b&gt;, 2009&lt;/b&gt; – Eric took off to do sales for 6 months…&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Definitely thought it would only be 3-4 months.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After two months of no talking/texting/chatting, Eric and Jen randomly started texting each other in June…&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;From June to October, they texted almost daily, and frequently were up til 3 AM (sometimes 5 AM) just… talking.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Big props to T-mobile, Verizon, and Facebook for being there all summer long).&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Here are some (slash a lot) of excerpts from the textual relationship over the summer…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;(These are in chronological order, but several thousand are cut and/or condensed... click on them to enlarge)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/SzCHIdDQRpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Q1r_vGS75VA/s1600-h/IMG_0442.PNG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/SzCHIdDQRpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Q1r_vGS75VA/s200/IMG_0442.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417978931033687698" style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 200px; height: 184px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/SzCGoduibKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MSd0lJUEC4A/s1600-h/IMG_0446.PNG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/SzCGoduibKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MSd0lJUEC4A/s200/IMG_0446.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417978381459418274" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 161px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/SzCGnur7FAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vT9DtnANf9M/s1600-h/IMG_0447.PNG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/SzCGnur7FAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vT9DtnANf9M/s200/IMG_0447.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417978368831984642" style="cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/SzCGnOoUL1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/oh08eeDlGC8/s1600-h/IMG_0449.PNG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/SzCGnOoUL1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/oh08eeDlGC8/s200/IMG_0449.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417978360226918226" style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 122px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/SzCGEyscBdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hyBcm9onlLg/s1600-h/IMG_0462.PNG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/SzCGEyscBdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hyBcm9onlLg/s200/IMG_0462.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417977768612464082" style="cursor: pointer; width: 46px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/SzCGEjYc-2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/JoiQtp_ODw8/s1600-h/IMG_0466.PNG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/SzCGEjYc-2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/JoiQtp_ODw8/s200/IMG_0466.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417977764502109026" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 98px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you read between the lines, you will notice that both Eric and Jen &lt;u&gt;KNEW&lt;/u&gt; they liked each other, but, at the same time, did not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;October 26th, 2009&lt;/b&gt; - Eric arrives in AZ! Walks in the door to his house, and the first person he sees is Jen (ironic). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Side Note: She was flaming hot that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;October 26th, 2009 - November 7th, 2009&lt;/b&gt; - Eric and Jen saw each other every single day... sometimes for a few moments, but they never missed a day. Most nights ended with a movie... and somehow they were both laying on the carpet, side-by-side, without touching... both thinking, "when the heck will he/she make a move?!?!"... Of course, it should be Eric's job... but we all know, he moves a little slow. (Note: the last girl he seriously dated... umm, it took him 9 months to kiss her...)  It had barely been 9 days?... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;November 8th, 2009&lt;/b&gt; - Eric and Jen went to a typical Sunday Night game night thing at the Robinson's home... did things like listen to Eric's rap that he recorded over the summer, played cards, AND, as fate would have it, played MASH. The below picture shows the results (on the actual, original paper) of Eric's future... So awesome!  (Oh, where was this paper found, you ask?  Saved and preserved nicely in a drawer in Eric's bathroom...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/SzCMH2cP5UI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-T_rDSXTO8M/s200/MASH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For those of you who don't understand this piece of paper... check it out... this game is as real as it gets... haha &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MASH_(game)"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MASH_(game)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Apparently, Eric's future consists of living in an apartment in New York, marrying Jentry Ann Taylor (who works at UPS), having 7 kids, driving a Chevy car, working in Real Estate, and owning a pet turtle.  (Doesn't get much better!  Unless the turtle dies...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After game night, the two flirty friends went to Eric's house to watch the movie, Radio. While watching the flick, they held hands for the first time, and after it was over... they had their first kiss. I'm telling you... MASH is legit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;November 9th, 2009&lt;/b&gt; - Eric made huge mistake #1 on the 9th. Jen came over to help Eric paint all night long... and right before she went home, gave her a solid high-five goodbye. Jen was ticked, and told her mom.  (and yes, it was the night after their first kiss... no need to scroll up and check)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;November 9th, 2009 - November 17th, 2009&lt;/b&gt; - The two started falling in "love"... it is only in quotes because they would not verbally say it... but looking back, it was happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;November 18th, 2009&lt;/b&gt; - The DTR went down. DTR = Determine the Relationship. AKA the essential conversation that either ends awkward or awesome.  It ended awesome, and they became official. (Although, Eric avoided talking to Cole, Jen's brother, about the official-ness for several days... maybe even a week...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;November 22nd, 2009&lt;/b&gt; - Eric makes huge mistake #2. After church, Dinner Groups were at Eric's house... there were 4-5 members from the ward eating over to "get to know each other." Anyway... Jen came over to bring the salad dressing, and right before leaving... Eric threw down another high-five goodbye. Didn't even phase him (that's mistake #3), but again... Jen was ticked, and told her mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;November 26th, 2009 (Thanksgiving)&lt;/b&gt; - Eric almost died. He ate Filibertos at 3 AM, and was on his death bed ALL Thanksgiving Day. Why does this matter? He was almost too sick to go up to see Jen's family in Cottonwood, AZ the following day... And that would have been tragic... (wah wah wah...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;November 27th, 2009&lt;/b&gt; - Eric wakes up, all better. Drives to Cottonwood to hang out with Jen's family for the first time. It was a fun day - - Eric refers to the "Thanksgiving trip to Cottonwood" as the day that sealed the deal.  The question was not, "Should I marry Jen?"... It was, "When should I marry Jen?" ... Come to find out, Jen was on the same page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 1st, 2009&lt;/b&gt; - Eric woke up early for work and went to an inspection with his friend, Rajiv. After chatting with Rajiv for a few minutes about Jen, they decided to go meet our main man, Clint Dewitt at his jewelry shop "just to see how much rings cost." (no big deal...after all, Eric and Jen had only been dating for...what... 2 weeks?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That night, like an idiot, Eric slipped and told Jen that he sorta, kinda, might have looked at rings that morning. Her eyes got huge and she was shocked... "Isn't this really fast?," she asked. Awwwkwwwaaarddd! The night ended weird-ish... Jen went home, and Eric verbally abused himself. But there is one thing that Eric did not know; Jen went home that night and showed her cousin, Lexi, what type of ring she wanted and even gave her pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 5th-ish, 2009&lt;/b&gt; - Eric and Jen started talking about marriage... weird. It was odd how normal it felt. That night, Jen said to ask Lexi about the ring sometime, because she had the pictures and everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 11th, 2009&lt;/b&gt; - Eric met up with Lexi to get the scoop.  This is the picture Eric had to work with...  Princess cut with diamonds on the sides.  Size 3.75. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/SzENQVzHE9I/AAAAAAAAAHg/C2Z-aNFjOvE/s200/IMG_0390.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eric went over to a friend's jewelry store... looked at 15 rings or so... and bought one 40 minutes later.  Now the difficult part - - not letting Jen know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He continued to make it sound like he would propose in January or February, just to throw Jen off.  They even talked about a tentative wedding date... April 2nd, 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 13th, 2009&lt;/b&gt; - Eric asked  Jen for her mother's cell phone number.  (feel the suspense?).  He needed it to ask what to get Jen for Christmas... well, that's what he told Jen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 14th, 2009&lt;/b&gt; - Eric called Jen's awesome mother, Natalie, and dropped the news...  He needed to talk to the father, Scott, and ask for Jen's hand.  The plans were made for Eric to drive drive to Cottonwood a few hours later and talk to Scott.  And the best part: Scott had no idea until Eric knocked on the door, and, of course, Jen had NO idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The talk with Scott and Natalie went well... Eric was sweating almost as much as Natalie cried, but not quite.  After asking permission to marry Jentry, and hearing her parents say YES, Eric looked up at the tightest future in-laws in the world.  He hung out for 20-30 minutes, and then hit the road back to the valley so Jen would not suspect anything.  While cruising down the I-17, Eric straight up lied to Jen and said he was going to the gym... all for a good cause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That same night, Eric and Jen went over to Stephen's house to watch the Cardinal's game... everything was fine and dandy until a small detail surfaced.  Apparently, earlier that day, Jen was with an Aunt and got her ring finger sized, and instead of 3.75, she wears a 3.5.  Lexi broke the news to Eric via text... No big deal, except the ring was already ordered with the 3.75 size... to be picked up 10 hours later.  A quick text to a friend solved it, and delayed the pick-up one day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 15th, 2009&lt;/b&gt; - All Eric could think about was the ring and how to propose.... Meanwhile, Jen had no idea.  Eric even made MANY statements like, "Jen, I promise I will buy you a ring, but it won't be for Christmas or New Years, and may even be in February," or "If we get engaged in January, when should we get married?"  They even talked about April 2nd being the wedding date.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At this point, Eric's room mates, Barry and Cole, Jen's whole family, and Eric's whole family knew what was going on.  Proposal, t-minus 1 day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The best part = Jen obviously had no idea that Eric had already talked to her parents about getting married... SOOO, Eric planned to take Jen with him to Cottonwood the next day (Wednesday, the 16th) to "ask her dad to marry Jen and talk," or whatever... Jen was sold!  She noticed how nervous and jumpy Eric was, but thought it was because he was talking to her dad soon.  Wrong.  He was nervous because in 20 hours he would be on one knee with a ring in his hand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 16th, 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The day in Eric's eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;9 AM - Woke up, nervous as all get-out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;9:30 AM - 12 PM - Scoped out areas to "pop the question"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;12:30 PM - Picked up the rock, aka the bling, aka Jen's ring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;12:45 PM - While still at ring store, texted Jen to see if it would be OK to make a stop at a "client's home" in Fountain Hills on the way to Cottonwood.  "Sure," she said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 PM - Showed family the ring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1:30 PM - Picked up flowers for Jen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1:45 PM - Borrowed a black bag/briefcase thing from David to disguise the flowers and ring box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2:00 PM - Bored.  Nothing to do.  Seriously... Almost went down to Buckle (where Jen works), and just asked her at the Mall... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2:30 PM -4:30 PM - Took a nap at the 'rents... couldn't stop pacing around the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4:35 PM - Got woken up by the mother... supposed to leave for Cottonwood in 25 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5:15 PM -  Picked up Jen to make the trek to Cottonwood...  Had to step on it and average 85 MPH to make it to Fountain Hills before sunset to "meet a client and get some paperwork signed"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5:40 PM - Pulled up to a beautiful, 3 Million Dollar home in Fountain Hills...  Slyly had Jen stay in the car while taking a big briefcase in the home.  (you know, cause that's not suspicious).  Set up some flowers, and put the ring box in the back pocket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5:42 PM - Made a fake phone call in front of Jen - - "...alright Joe, see you in 15 minutes" ... then invited Jen to come inside and take a look at the awesome house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5:45 PM - While shaking like crazy, showed Jen the home... and ended on the upper balcony overlooking one side of Fountain Hills.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5:47 PM - After two minutes of looking over the balcony and Jen not even noticing the bouquet of flowers in her face... pointed them out and she loved them.  She thought it was a nice jesture... 5:48 PM Exchanged hugs/kisses/I Love You's...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5:49 PM - Pressed record on the iPhone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5:50 PM - As Jen is turned away from the home, Eric says "Are you ready?" and Jen turns around to Eric on his knee with the ring box open.  "SHUT UP!!  ARE YOU SERIOUS?" says Jen...  Eric asks, Will you Marry Me? and laughs while Jen is absolutely shocked.  After 15 seconds, she said YES!  (Check out the actual recording, &lt;a href="http://www.thebartles.com/misc_downloads/Proposal.mp3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It became official!  The two were engaged to be married on March 19th, 2010!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They made the trip to Cottonwood, just to hang out with her parents for a few hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After they were engaged, it finally came out that Jen had the same wishes to get married since mid-Summer 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/SzFp-8b4djI/AAAAAAAAAHo/r0VJdgYcDXw/s320/IMG_0413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/SzFp_U9_J5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/iL4BMIJyhKs/s320/IMG_0419.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/SzFp_jEB0CI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Q_jpJhOjp-I/s320/photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/3636166463117033143-8420686102484136700?l=eddude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddude.blogspot.com/feeds/8420686102484136700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636166463117033143&amp;postID=8420686102484136700' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636166463117033143/posts/default/8420686102484136700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636166463117033143/posts/default/8420686102484136700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddude.blogspot.com/2009/12/eric-scott-dixon-and-jentry-ann-taylor.html' title='Eric Scott Dixon and Jentry Ann Taylor'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02250562955799543871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/Sy-1nHpI_MI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cK3ATI3a0mU/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/SzCHIdDQRpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Q1r_vGS75VA/s72-c/IMG_0442.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636166463117033143.post-7864536211670779548</id><published>2008-02-04T22:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:32:11.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...the story of my life...</title><content type='html'>the story of my life is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/R6f0j7iEagI/AAAAAAAAAEI/EwGys6EiEyA/s1600-h/IMAGE_043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163364395916749314" style="WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" height="235" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/R6f0j7iEagI/AAAAAAAAAEI/EwGys6EiEyA/s400/IMAGE_043.jpg" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ever-glowing &lt;strong&gt;gas light&lt;/strong&gt; : ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636166463117033143-7864536211670779548?l=eddude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddude.blogspot.com/feeds/7864536211670779548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636166463117033143&amp;postID=7864536211670779548' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636166463117033143/posts/default/7864536211670779548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636166463117033143/posts/default/7864536211670779548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddude.blogspot.com/2008/02/story-of-my-life.html' title='...the story of my life...'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02250562955799543871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/Sy-1nHpI_MI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cK3ATI3a0mU/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/R6f0j7iEagI/AAAAAAAAAEI/EwGys6EiEyA/s72-c/IMAGE_043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636166463117033143.post-4203573149798085843</id><published>2008-02-04T00:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T00:45:55.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky day.com</title><content type='html'>I dedicate this short post to me being probably the luckiest person ever... I could ramble on about how lucky I am... &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(especially when talking with Todd Altom ;) )&lt;/span&gt; But I won't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight after church, I was just hangin' out with the fam, and then had to run to David and Rachel's place for some AWESOME CIS homework... so right before I went to their house, I took off my tie, and then just stood there thinking, "I'm not gonna 'dirty' some other shirt just to do h-dub...." So I slapped my tie back on &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(idk why...)&lt;/span&gt;, went over there, spent like 4 hours on homework we thought we'd knock out in 45 minutes, and drove home, rather quickly... so quickly that a Mesa Police Officer pulled me over... asks me for just my license... &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Which is fortunate, considering I have failed to put the insurance card in the car yet...)&lt;/span&gt; looks at it... looks at me... bends down in the window and asks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Eric, what ward are you in?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;so yeah.... we talked about the singles ward a little bit - found out he's a convert... yada yada yada... and I found myself driving home ticketless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not sure if my oversized scriptures on the front seat gave it away... or the fact that I was still in my church clothes - I like to think it was the clothes - THAT'S the reason I slapped the tie back on. ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636166463117033143-4203573149798085843?l=eddude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddude.blogspot.com/feeds/4203573149798085843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636166463117033143&amp;postID=4203573149798085843' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636166463117033143/posts/default/4203573149798085843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636166463117033143/posts/default/4203573149798085843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddude.blogspot.com/2008/02/lucky-daycom.html' title='lucky day.com'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02250562955799543871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/Sy-1nHpI_MI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cK3ATI3a0mU/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636166463117033143.post-3115754930957374738</id><published>2008-02-03T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T19:13:33.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the p-word...aka procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told myself, and even made a goal that I would make regular blog posts... And that lasted about a week in December... ha ha... so now I'll try to post random things slash pictures slash quotes every once and a while to capture the moments of a 21 year old going to MCC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in church, I heard a guy say, &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;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Procrastination is the thief of life..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That, my friends, might be the most accurate quote ever... and ironically, I should be reading, or doing homework, or further enriching my life with good things, but... I am Blogging - which for me means I am procrastinating and putting off that ever-growing To Do List... That good old p-word has stolen a lot of LIFE from me over the years, but quite frankly, that's ok - - I really am ok with it... for me, that awesome feeling/adrenaline I get when I FINALLY finish that project at 3:30 in the AM, makes it all worth it... some of us dixon kids are just cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3636166463117033143-3115754930957374738?l=eddude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddude.blogspot.com/feeds/3115754930957374738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636166463117033143&amp;postID=3115754930957374738' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636166463117033143/posts/default/3115754930957374738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636166463117033143/posts/default/3115754930957374738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddude.blogspot.com/2008/02/p-wordaka-procrastination.html' title='the p-word...aka procrastination'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02250562955799543871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/Sy-1nHpI_MI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cK3ATI3a0mU/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636166463117033143.post-8090387353517623170</id><published>2007-12-24T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T11:57:25.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mongolian Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well it does feel strange being &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas Eve&lt;/span&gt; and all... but I love the season... the music, cheerful people, and recognizing Jesus Christ in our lives. It seems like only a day ago I was in Mongolia celebrating &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;... 2006 style...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night I was introduced to some new friends, and we talked a little bit about the mission... and what Mongolia is like, etc... After coming home, I couldn't help but think about the wonderful &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; I celebrated there.  So I'll show you all what goes on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few of us missionaries got together and sang the National Anthem to start off the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas Party 2006 &lt;/span&gt;in our suits...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/R2_7qDrG_XI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8vDbKGR_88E/s1600-h/IMG_6063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147609599066963314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/R2_7qDrG_XI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8vDbKGR_88E/s320/IMG_6063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Elder Snow, Elder Howard, Me, Elder Al-tom, Elder Brown)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I only took about 70 pictures at that party.... : / ... So I won't throw them all on here, but I've gotta represent for the Mission President and his wonderful wife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/R2_-zjrG_YI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ObPCk9jCSks/s1600-h/IMG_6068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147613060810603906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/R2_-zjrG_YI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ObPCk9jCSks/s320/IMG_6068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Sister Bryner, Me, President Bryner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is probably about 60-70 percent of the missionaries posing after our &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas Party&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/R2_5xDrG_WI/AAAAAAAAAAs/MifS9LBlp_I/s1600-h/IMG_6076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147607520302792034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/R2_5xDrG_WI/AAAAAAAAAAs/MifS9LBlp_I/s320/IMG_6076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(me = front row, 2nd from left)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's just a sneak-peek of a Mongolian style &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; I guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welp, Merry Christmas to you all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/R2_7qDrG_XI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8vDbKGR_88E/s1600-h/IMG_6063.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636166463117033143-8090387353517623170?l=eddude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddude.blogspot.com/feeds/8090387353517623170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636166463117033143&amp;postID=8090387353517623170' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636166463117033143/posts/default/8090387353517623170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636166463117033143/posts/default/8090387353517623170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddude.blogspot.com/2007/12/mongolian-christmas.html' title='Mongolian Christmas'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02250562955799543871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/Sy-1nHpI_MI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cK3ATI3a0mU/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/R2_7qDrG_XI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8vDbKGR_88E/s72-c/IMG_6063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636166463117033143.post-4499769723375655687</id><published>2007-12-08T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T14:44:22.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Well, I'm a blogger... dot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;commer&lt;/span&gt;...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I returned home from serving for 2 years in the Mongolia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ulaanbaatar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Mission for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;on November 23rd, 2007. It was a wonderful 2 years... I'll never forget that time, and a day won't go by without thinking about the people I met with, taught, and made friends with... I gained a true testimony of the Gospel of Jesus Christ there in Outer Mongolia. The gospel is true! I am confident that I'll be able to say that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;every single good thing in my life came from serving the Lord&lt;/span&gt; in Mongolia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the process of organizing all the thousands of pictures and countless videos recorded in Mongolia... then I'll post them online...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It took me a whole week from returning off my mission to get back in 2007 and get the "necessities" of life - a cell phone, computer and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;... (i feel like a geek saying that... but ya know... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nothin&lt;/span&gt;' to hide...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My mother taught a wonderful lesson today at church, and I had the chance to tag along in order to provide "technical support"...  aka I setup a short &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;slideshow&lt;/span&gt; for them to watch on the T.V....I actually snatched this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;slideshow&lt;/span&gt; (below) off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;... Enjoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a4ee2b7c5bfde4c4" 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://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da4ee2b7c5bfde4c4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332526880%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C969620E65607F59FEAEC81CDBB129CE1BB65F9.6AA5181031042F5A5D7D355A56CD63E3B9B72AEC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da4ee2b7c5bfde4c4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvN_46V1eY0xgd4C-PROaEwFCR0A&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://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da4ee2b7c5bfde4c4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332526880%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C969620E65607F59FEAEC81CDBB129CE1BB65F9.6AA5181031042F5A5D7D355A56CD63E3B9B72AEC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da4ee2b7c5bfde4c4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvN_46V1eY0xgd4C-PROaEwFCR0A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Welp&lt;/span&gt;, my goal is to continue making posts to keep up with the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; out there...  This is all way new to me, so we'll see how i do... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have church in 9 minutes....!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636166463117033143-4499769723375655687?l=eddude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a4ee2b7c5bfde4c4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddude.blogspot.com/feeds/4499769723375655687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636166463117033143&amp;postID=4499769723375655687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636166463117033143/posts/default/4499769723375655687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636166463117033143/posts/default/4499769723375655687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddude.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02250562955799543871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RiCSopX0x3Y/Sy-1nHpI_MI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cK3ATI3a0mU/S220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
